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âł there's no way they're getting jealous over pixelated men.. right? it's not your fault you've got a very particular type.
âł scenarios in which they witness you fangirling over fictional men (ironic i know) that's actually quite similar to them in personality/vibes
áŽáŽÉąê±: mdni; fem!mc (but ur welcome to hc urself as whatvever you want); mostly crack; zayne suggestive (implied smut), fluff, xavier fluff, rafayel angst, hurt/comfort, sylus fluff; references to l&ds myths lore, a lot of anime references and possible spoilers for shows/game (jjk, apothecary diaries, ghibli movies, ff), established relationships; a lot of thirsting, jealousy, mc is emotional and assertive, periods, ovulation mention, mc and sylus have playful banter dynamic; unedited
â„ a/n: these are silly ideas that's been in my head for a while now and its most self indulgent. its been plaguing my head now about how i would let nanami and zayne hit at the same time and dingdingding! ideaaa. i do appreciate some feedback and reblogs!! this is my first time posting about l&ds, and my own interpretation for them may vary from yours. english isn't my first language so pls pardon my grammatical errors. minors and ageless blogs will be BLOCKED.
Now ever since you were both kids, he already knew your absolute fascination for anime, sometimes even joining you as you watch the latest Sailor Moon and Detective Conan episodes. He also remembers vaguely how you had an absolutely massive crush on Roy Mustang from FMA. He was sure you didn't even understand the plot you were just ogling at him as he silently judged you.
So it shouldn't be a surprise that you still are, in fact, a massive weeb.
And it shouldn't be surprising you would still have fictional crushes, even with your established relationship. It's not that Zayne feels threatened in anywayâthey're not real for heaven's sake.
But after a long 36-hour shift and a major surgery, exhaustion seeping into his taut muscles, bones aching, skin longing for yoursâsomething just slightly irks him when he sees wayyy too close to the TV, kicking your feet like a silly little girl on the floor, gripping your biggest plushie.
You were giggling and grinning like a mad woman as you were just practically drooling over the latest episode of Jujutsu Kaisen.
You were replaying the part of Nanami Kento pulling some blonde dude's hair roughly, pulling him to his shadowed face.
"What's the number and location of your allies?" Nanami growled through the screen, and you were giggling again, rewinding for the nth time. Damn his wide ass shoulders seems so nice to rest (your legs) on.
He was the perfect balance of serious and dry humor. His suits were always on point, paired with leather shoes and luxury silver watch. The way he would carry himself; his presence bringing in the level-headed maturity needed by the mostly teenage cast, truly the reliable adult they all need. Nanami Kento was truly husband material.
You go over the scene again when Nanami tugs the dude again by his ponytail, a good shot of Nanami's packed pants in side view.
And god, you would have pulled those pants down and showed Shibuya a real incidentâ
After a while, you were getting uncomfortable, so you stood up from your spot, deciding to get something to drink when you stop dead on your tracks.
There was Zayne, sitting on the couch still dressed from the hospital minus the white coat. He had his arms folded against his chest, watching you with tired eyes.
"OhâZayne! Welcome back, love." You greeted as you made your way to him to give him a kiss.
He didn't kiss you back.
You give him a concerned look. Although you were already used to his stressed demeanor though after work, you can sense this was slightly different.
"Love?" You called out to him again, hand travelling to his chest. You see his gaze faltering into a fondness familiar to you, and he looks away.
Ah..
You bit your lip to suppress a snort, grabbing the tie to make him face you again.
"Is Doctor.. sulking?" You quirked an eyebrow at him.
Zayne grabs your wrist, pulling you into his lap and you oblige, effectively straddling him.. You put your arms around his neck as he nudges his nose at the crook of your neck, placing butterfly kisses.
"I don't know... maybe my woman saying she's about to pull down another man's pants is a justifiable reason?" he murmurs into your skin, hugging your waist closer.
Oh fuck, you said that out loud?
He felt you shake with laughter. Unraveling from the embrace, you cup his face with both hands.
"My love, we both know the only man I can and will ever that to is you." You reassure him, still giggling as you feel him sigh a shaky breath.. and a familiar tent poking you down there.
You loved when Zayne gets like this, being extra clingy after long work daysâsoft, yearning, needy.
The renowned Doctor Zayne, always so frigid when it comes to other matters, is melting under your touch, almost pouty because of a fictional blonde man on TV. You could almost coo.
"Hm.. maybe I'd like a demonstration?" Zayne drawls out in request, almost plea. Polite as always, you would think,
If not for the sudden tug at back of your hair, exposing the column of your neck.
A silent moan breathes out of your lips, feeling him nip down to your collarbones.
You huff out a laugh, feeling Zayne hum on your skin.
"Seems like someone's got inspired."
Xavier is a jealous man. Whether or not he acknowledges this, everyone and their mother knows this is an established fact.
Another man breathes your direction and something immediately itches under his skin to pull out his sword. This may or may not be an exaggeration.. I mean the man is literally jealous of himself.
So what do you expect when, unbeknownst to you, he catches you giggling to yourself at your phone during lunchbreak? He's on his way to spend it with you at your usual place, take out of your favorite food in hand.
"Did your boyfriend text you or something, girl?" He hears someone tease youâTara, he figuresâand he stops at the corner where he's about to turn. Xavier peeks his head a little and he sees her nudging your arm as you look up at her, eyebrow quirked and a goofy smile on your lips. You were both turned away from him waiting at a table.
He remains hidden at the corner, confused.
He didn't text you though? Did he?
"Nooooâit's nothing.. just a new episode." You tuck your phone away from her prying eyes.
"Ohhh, so it's your other boyfriend-" Tara teases, and you hit her playfully. "Who is it now? Gojo? Himmel?"
There's a ringing in Xavier's ears.
"Ssshhhh!âyou're so loud!" You whisper yelled, pulling Tara beside you to show her your screen.
It was Apothecary Diaries. Jinshi spotted Maomao at work as a servant after being laid off the palace, and of course, went to bother her.
Jinshi brushes his finger over Maomao's lips, staining it with pink rouge, before bringing it up to his own lips and kissing it. He smiles at her after and she looks away, flustered.
You and Tara start squealing as discretely as possible to avoid looking like total idiots in public to no avail, as you were shaking Tara in giddiness.
"If Maomao ain't gonna kiss him soon enough, I will!" You say through your gritted teeth in frustration.
The way he looks at her, like she's so far out of his reach whenever they do touch, sadness and longing in his gaze. You eat it up every time he's getting starstruck by her hidden beauty. It was so obvious he was the supposedly sickly prince of the kingdom, masking his own identity for the sake of his mission (ahem), yet it cracks sometimes just to let this supposedly common clever peasant girl to seep through, leading to his silly misunderstandings and petty jealousy-
Behind, you both hear someone clear their throat, and you slowly pan over your gazes.
There was Xavier, arms crossed, an unamused look in his eyes as he looks down on you both. Tara stands up way too fast.
"Hey there! I just remembered I have something to doâSee you later, girl!" She quickly takes off, leaving you high and dry.. and awkward as fuck.
Yeah, he's seen the scene himself too while you two were too busy fangirling amongst yourselves. Yes, he knows who Jinshi is, as you two were also watching the show together every new episode. And yes, he was aware about your love for shoujo and how you absolutely going crazy over Jinshi and Maomao's moments way before this. He did find it cute whenever you get giddy about them, telling him they should just get together already.
"H-Hey, Xavier!" You stammer, also quickly standing to greet him. Shit, you think to yourself. You were holding those other thoughts to yourself as you watch together because once again..
Xavier is a jealous man.
Maybe you can still get off the hook because its a fictional man for heaven's sake. You internally sigh, remembering the one time you were hitting the sofa too many times with a hushed scream the moment Yuta Okkotsu popped out on screen in season 2 of JJK.. Xavier had his eyebrows knitted the entire evening after that.
But alas, Xavier is your jealous man.
There's a pout on his lips with the familiar frown, and you could almost laugh.
"You watched it without me.." He complained, yet still letting you pull him beside you this time, and sat down.
"We can watch the whole thing later again, bunny." You hook your arm around him, and you feel him loosen up a bit of his tension. But now he won't look at you.
"Maybe, I don't want to anymore.. It's been spoiled now." Xavier pouted.
You can't help snickering, squeezing your embrace on his arm, tugging him to catch his gaze again. He just continued to look away pettily, sulking.
An idea pops in your mind.
You brush your finger over his lips ever so slowly, finally catching his attention.
He watches as you bring them to your own lips, kissing intently just as Jinshi did for Maomao.
A blush creeps into his cheeks, ears tinting red as you smile at him. He's so adorable, and all yours.
"Kiss me?" You ask, eyes lingering on his lips, and Xavier's breath hitches.
"You're no fair.." He huffs, closing the distance between the two of you.
Who was he to refuse?
We've all got our childhood cartoon crushes, in more 'hear-me-out' ways or tame ones. There's ones we grow out of and ones that's like.. forever ingrained into your mind because it changed your brain chemistry.
You were rewatching your ultimate comfort Ghibli movie for the millionth time: Howl's Moving Castle.
Yeah, yeahâit could be considered overrated nowadays but that doesn't matter as it never truly gets old for you. You always find new ways to appreciate the film, from the enchanting music, the vibrant distinct art style and animation, the beautiful characterization of the cast, and the overall themes and plot is just absolutely perfect.
And yes, you do cry every time. You stopped wondering when you would grow out of that phase because it just hits so good.
It also doesn't help that it's your period, so the hormones are wack as hell and your uterus was killing you and stabbing out your fucking ass. You were contorted in an uncomfortable curled position as you downed the left over ice cream on Rafayel's couch in his studio. The night sky through the windows was a nice ambience as the TV illuminated the rest of the living space. You were wearing his favorite cream diamond patterned cardigan, the one with the red and blue hems. It still smelled like him, perfect for maximum comfort.
Rafayel wasn't actually in the studio when you got there. Ever since you got together, he gave you a spare key, insisting you were welcome anytime even when he wasn't around. His home was your home now too, he said. You texted him several times beforehand you were coming over, yet no replyânot even a seen. Moody as hell, you still crashed the place anyways, even more disappointed he wasn't anywhere in his property.
So now, you were just waiting for him to finish whatever business he has you have no idea about. You decided to stop pestering poor Thomas over him either as he too was didn't seem to know where in god's green earth Rafayel wasâyou were too tired and moody and in fucking pain to give a shit. If he doesn't wanna show up, fuck that guy.
Whatever, at least you've got Howl.
It was nearing the climax of the movie. Sophie was wandering through what was seemingly Howl's dream, finding herself in a familiar stone house in the middle of valleys of flowers. The meteor shower drifted against the night sky. A young Howl stood in the middle, jet black hair flowing with the wind as he catches a falling star. "I know where I am! I'm in Howl's childhood!" Sophie realizes, as the wind starts to lift her off her feet. Howl swallows the star, keeling over at a pain in his chest, and in his hands was his heartâCalcifer. "Howl! Calcifer!" Sophie yells desperately, and they both look over to her. "I know how to help you now! Find me in the future!"
Aaand you were bawling. It wasn't even that dramatic yet but you were bawling. It goes on for god knows how long as your attention wanders off.
Howl, despite his eccentric and seemingly vain nature, is deeply caring. Howl did not care for the war, only that it would end for everyone's sake. He sees the beauty within Sophie when she could not. The symbolism of Calcifer being able to be tamed by Sophie, the implied longing for her all those years, so much so even if the only thing seemingly linking them is an unsaid promise.
To be honest, you might just be projecting right now.
Maybe you actually miss him badâhis familiar low V-neck white shirts and black slacks hugging his waist, his pouty lips, and stupid charming smile. The studio was in the familiar mess, meaning everything was reminder of a touch of your own gorgeous annoying ass lover who's somewhere out thereâ
"Baby..?" A concerned voice calls out, and despite being here the entire time already, you finally felt like home.
You didn't even notice he was already there cause of your tear-blurred vision, relief making you cry a little harder as Rafayel wipes your tears away. All your irritation and the mental angry scolding you were gonna give him melts away as you lean into his hands.
"Heyâwhat happened? Are youâ" Rafayel stammers, as this was kind of the first time he encountered you this seemingly distraught the entire time you were together. He knew he kind of fucked up by not answering soon enough because of his dead batteryâfuck all that actually why are you even bawling your eyes out over the TV?!
He knew you can get emotional in films and shows but not this much. It made his chest ache seeing you like this even if it's just a movie.
"Let's run! Don't fight them, Howl!" Sophie cries out, drawing Rafayel's attention for a moment to the screen at the familiar dialogue. "Sorry, I've had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I've got something I want to protect. It's you."
He remembers you saying Ghibli movies were your comfort movies and you both had plans for a marathon together at some point. Seems like you started on your own. Rafayel knew a bit of this story.
Alright, perhaps more than just a bit.
"A-at the beginning, he greeted her saying he wasâ" you hiccupped, stammering your words out, placing your own hands over his, "He said he was looking everywhere for her."
"Yeah?" Rafayel whispered, hushing your cries.
"Mhm.. And he did wait for her, looking everywhere for his heart even when it was actually with him the entire time."
There's a pang in Rafayel's chest, squishing your face gently.
"And yet, it wasn't with him, even if his heart was in his chestânot unless she was with him." Rafayel whispered with an aching softness in his tone that's hard to miss.
Because Rafayel was holding his own heart in his hands right now, drying her tears.
You finally get a better look at him, the purple hues in his eyes twinkling like twilight seas against the dark. It was there againâa look into the familiar murky depths he doesn't let you dive into, lest you drown.
Yet you wouldn't mind if it was Rafayel. You wish he could trust you a little more.
Rafayel leans in for a kiss, but you stop him with a hand over his mouth.
"WaitâI'm literally snotty and ugly right now-" You quickly wipe the rest of the wetness from your face away, but then Rafayel's hands directed you back to his now growingly intense gaze.
"You're beautiful." He states, true with conviction.
"Are you trying to make me cry more?" You whine.
"Of course not, cutie. I-"
"You made me wait an eternity here.." You sobbed out, pain twisting in your gut again.
Rafayel's gritted his teeth, a flare of something unwanted momentarily rises but quickly gets doused again. No, this situation was all his fault and it's not fair on you. You were in pain and he wasn't there.
"I.." He manages, "I'm sorry.. But I would wait an eternity for you, my bride. I really will, Iâ"
I did.
The words immediately die in his mouth, drying his throat.
You notice Rafayel's own eyes glistening, tears threatening to fall and his breath beginning to shorten.
"Fyel? I'm not mad anymore, please don't cry too.." This time it's your turn to cup his face.
"I just really really missed you." You confess, caressing his cheek as you rested your forehead against his own.
"Well, I'm hear now, sweetheart.. Sorry I'm late." He breathes, finally pressing his lips against yours.
A heavy burden beats in his chest, one he knows you will unknowingly carry evermore.
Maybe you really had a type.
You admit you're always quite drawn to the questionable, morally ambiguous characters. Bonus points if the said character is insane to some degree. You tell yourself it's not like you would actually date people that crazy in your actual life. It's just all fun and games, right?
Sure.
Well, now you're dating The Leader of Onychinus, Sylus, the unofficial uncrowned emperor of the N109 Zone himself.
It isn't really as bad as regular people would think really. Sylus is a sweet and genuinely caring man in contrast of his public image. He has a reputation to uphold after all. He always spoiling you in whatever you wish, always open to whatever you want to say, and always present for you to call or visit. His tall imposing figure was more of a sign of comfort. He was basically a walking hearth, free to cling to whenever, wherever as you walk through the frigid streets of the N109 Zone.
Like look just at the man.. You literally fucking won at life.
To be honest, you have no idea how the hell you even got at this point. And who are you to complain? You were living your best life with someone who can match your freak, so to speak.
But, for now..
"Damn, why is he so.." You mutter to yourself, caressing the large tablet at your lap like an idiot.
"Don't deny me." Sephiroth says, doing some mental fuckery with Cloud for the hundredth time. It got you biting your nail. "Embrace me."
You definitely had a fucking type, you giggle to yourself.
You were just killing time since it's your vacation, and you were spending it in the ideal environment: your boyfriend's dark luxurious base, in the comfort of his king sized silk sheeted velvety bed, sleeping your troubles away. Sylus is out as usual, going on about his own business, so you had the whole place to yourself.. and Mephisto.
Upon your doom scrolling, you stumble upon this hauntingly beautiful man, Sephiroth, and you were pulled in like a moth to a flame.
It's not your first time seeing himâheck, everybody who's at least half as chronically online as you are has at least seen him onceâbut more of the first time to appreciate him more closely, especially that goddamn faceâdamn, are you ovulating or something what the hell?!
And now you've been going on for hours just ogling at the dude with no idea how long it's been. You already ordered all the games with the help of your so ever generous boyfriend's card, but your ass cannot wait for it anymore and just spoiled yourself silly watching other streamers and silent walkthroughs of every Final Fantasy content you could get your hands on.
One hundred percent no regrets.
You then wonder about how Sylus would look like with longer hair.. it might not be good for your health, you conclude, for both the sake of your heart and uterus.
Luckily for you at least, Sylus doesn't seem like he's hellbent to destroy the planet in an existential downward spiral of insanity. But it makes you think about how far you'd be willing to actually follow him in his path.
(Something dark stirs within you, but you pay it no mind. You don't wanna be hearing those voices again anytime soon.)
The camera pans to Sephiroth's lips for what seems like half of his screentime, and your biting your own goddamn lip. The curve of that upper lip was killing you.
They didn't have to make him literally so damn ethereal, although it fits his fallen angel motifs. His uncanny green eyes literally stares into your soul, pulling you in and in and in, until you you're all snug under his thumb. Sure, the dude is a manipulative murderous bastard with a literal God-complex, because fuck his ugly ass father you refuse to acknowledge has any relation to him..
But now that's just a part of his charm now, isn't it?
"Good, Cloud.. very good.." Sephiroth whispers as he embraces the blond with such eerie intimacy that shouldn't be possible while being fucking stabbed.
You swear you can already feel the hot breath fanning your ear as he said those lines.
"Damn itâCloud, let me be the trusted adult to save you right now and switch!" You shake the screen with frustration. "That should have been me..!"
"What should be you, sweetie?"
A familiar deep voice calls out from the dark entrance of your shared bedroom, reverberating from your toes and up your spine.
"Sylus!" You throw your tablet so fast you weren't sure if it landed on the mattress as you stood up, sliding your feet towards him.
No one beats your real white haired, ruby-eyed, impossibly handsome, ridiculously tall powerful man for you..
But you would never say that out loud because the man needs to be kept knocked down a peg or you will never hear the end of it.
"A little birdie has been bugging me all night about how.. unfaithful you were being," Sylus tucks a strand behind your ear, finger trailing down your jaw. "Care to tell me what's that all about?"
You gape at him, snapping your head towards Mephisto who was still as a statue at your bedside. From your view, it seemed like that accursed bird is avoiding your gaze in shame.
"You little..!â"
Sylus grabs your attention back by your chin, making you lock eyes with him. There it wasâthat intense gaze, his crimson eyes pouring into yours, making you come undone. He can pick you apart and mold you back piece by piece, and the scary part of it all was that you would most likely let him.
Again, not that he needed to know that.
"Now, now, kitten. Don't blame him." He chuckles and you swear it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard, your heart pacing faster.
"IâHe's literally exaggerating! I was just watching a game here the entire time!" You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away like a petty child. He laughs a little more.
"What were you watching so intently that I catch you still awake at the break of dawn, hm?"
You glance at the clock. 5:02 AM. You were up all night? Damn.. not the first time but you haven't lost track of time that badly since binging House of the Dragon a couple months ago.
"Oh, I thought that little traitorâ" You give Mephisto a pointed look, still looking away with guilt, "âtold you everything at this point."
Sylus pulls you closer by your waist, until your chests bump each other. "Well.. maybe I want to hear it from you, since you somehow purchased a whole game series with the card I lent you."
Okay, fair enough.
"It's just a game, love. I saw a character I liked, so I decided why not get it myself? But then I couldn't sit around waiting so I just.. watched some videos." You scratch you head in frustration. "Like how did that turn into unfaithfulness!" You whine.
Maybe it's the sleep deprivation drooping your eyelids that's got you more irritated as you hit his chest with some considerable force.
He huffs mockingly. He was obviously messing with you, yet you were oddly taking this more serious than he anticipated. Makes him wanna tease you more.
In a blink, your tablet was in his hands, grabbed by his Evol. It's still open.
"Hey!" You jump up into your tippy toes, trying to pry your gadget back from him, but he's literal fucking giant.
Seeing an opportunity, Sylus hooks his arm under your thighs and hoists you up easily as many times as before. You quickly bring your arms around his neck, trying to remain in balance.
"Put me down!" You struggle in his hold whilst still reaching for your tablet to no avail. It made Sylus laugh even more.
"What's the matter, sweetie? I simply want to watch it together."
Sylus walks the two of you to the edge of the bed, sitting down with you on his lap. Before you could protest more, the video compilation starts playing,
And you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
"You're practically panting." Sephiroth says, walking up behind Cloud. "I'm excited." Cloud admits, claymore in hand. Amused, Sephiroth tilts his head with a hum. "Such a puppy."
You find yourself your face Sylus' shoulder in embarrassment, pursing your lips to suppress a scream.
Cloud, can you not enable this motherfucker I swearâ
"Okay, that's enough of thatâSephi, shut the fuck up right now." You finally get a hold of the tablet with a burst of speed, throwing it in the furthest part of the bed.
Sylus just looks at you with a knowing smug grin, and you wanna smack the it off his stupidly handsome face.
"I am in no obligation to elaborate nor divulge into whatever the fuck that was." You quickly state like an automated message, and Sylus is just laughing at you. "I know that my agony brings you amusement but please just shut up right now."
"I haven't even said anything yet." He says between his chuckling.
"I can feel the judgement brewing in your brain, Sy." You glare at him half-heartedly.
"Could you at least tell me why are you so attached to.. Sephi?" He repeats the nickname you gave him mockingly, and so you smack his chest again.
"I'm going to kill you." You hissed at him. Sylus wants to kiss the scrunch on your nose. You wiggle out of his grasp, but his hand catches your fingers in time, holding you in place. You attempt to tug out of his grasp.
"Where are you going now, sweetie?" He quirks his eyebrow at you, tone amused. Sylus was enjoying this way too much for your sake.
"Out, far away, in another universe so I don't have to deal with you making fun of me." You sneered at him pettily, still tugging your arm away.
Deciding to ride along your silly threat, Sylus asks. "And how do you plan to do that? You can't go anywhere around here without me, kitten."
"I'm flying away with my half winged, crazy, silk-pressed white haired man to help him attain godhood since I am apparently disloyal to you." You spat out pettily, lacking any real venom. Apparently the wrong answer, since Sylus just pulled you back closer, trapping you between his thighs while gripping yours.
He had his eyebrow quirked, crimson gaze laced with something you can't discern maybe because sleepiness was slowly creeping up on you now. Honestly, you're like half aware of what you're saying at this point.
"Don't deny me.." Sylus whispers, almost like a plea instead of a command, breath fanning your skin, raising goosebumps. "Embrace me."
Your eye twitches, reference registering in your mind. "YouâHow long have you been standing there?!"
You raise your hand to smack him again, but he catches it and keeps it in place over his heart.
"Even if you do leave, sweetie, I'll still be here." He says, the sudden softness slightly catching you off guard. Sylus smiles up at you, not the usual smug one, but pure adoration.
His blood-red eyes were blooming roses as the first dew of sunrise greets its petalsâit's pure, unadulterated, naturalâlike how his heart beats with so much fervor you could feel the thrumming of it under your fingertips like a rushing river. It was overwhelmingly powerful, tempting you to pluck it yourself, thorns digging in your palms. It was almost like you had your hand already buried deep in his chest, his heart pulsing in your grasp, blood pouring out and merging with yours, because you would carve out your own for him too.
"After all, my love, I know you will come back to me." He says with an assurance that shouldn't be possible without sounding pretentious, and yet it got your heartbeat racing, matching his.
Because you were his as much as he was all yours.
"You seem so sure of yourself, huh?" You say instead, feeble way of trying to remain composed after all that, scratching the back of his head lightly the way you know he loves. A relieved sigh leaves his lips. "You're lucky I love you."
"Perhaps I truly am." Sylus draws you closer, placing kisses on your neck, just above an artery. The blood flowing underneath hums against his lips, deciding to gently nip the skin. It made you melt, letting out a shaky sleepy sigh. Your eyelids droop dangerously heavier.
"Seems like your joining me in my sleep, sweetie." Sylus kisses your jaw.
You hum in response, and before you know it, you're curling on his lap again, relishing the welcoming warmth like a kitten and their favorite spot. Sylus swears you're purring.
You smile up at him. "Maybe that was the plan all along."
"Oh? How naughty, ruining your sleep just to blame it on me?"
You yawn, snuggling closer. "I would do anything for you."
He didn't need to know that, but you said so anyways.
He stills for a moment, bated breath, carrying the weight of your words in his embrace. Maybe it was just your groggy murmurings of the moment, but the declaration already sowed itself in his heartstrings, making it skip a beat. The kind that lingers physically for a moment. You were too dangerous, all cutely cuddled up against him to be saying that.
Despite your fading consciousness, you gave him a longing look. Your eyes flickered down where you were mindlessly tracing over his bottom lip, lingering for a moment, then back at his gaze again. It's all he needed to know you were being genuine.
He leaned in for a kiss, savoring the softness of your lips pushing back against his, until it didn't. As soon as Sylus pulled away, you were already softly snoring.
You really were purring.
"Such a kitten." He chuckled.
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â„ a/n: i definitely got too carried away with sy and raf.. don't blame me i love me howl and raf parallels istg and im a sucker for sylus fluff. zayne got me feeling something all week istg and xavi is my forever baby. let me know what you think but pls be nice c: i'm working on the dads lnds one i swearrrr this just took longer than expected.
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How the batboys react to you only speaking in meme references:
Dick Grayson
This is the Robin who used to unironically use turns of phrase while busting crime lords with Batman, so of course heâs going to match your energy. If you say âWhat the fuck Richard?â Heâs just going to reply something even sillier.
âThey are my crocs.â He does this in the most deadpan tone and these two memes arenât even related to one another.
He loves it though and finds the funny way you react to situations similar to his demeanour so you bounce of each other very well. It leads to the pair of you having meme wars- you try and outdo each other in how many memes you can reference.
âBethany I made BiScUiTs!â
âLook at all those chickens!â
âSo no head?â
The pair of you now have inside meme jokes that you say to each other, that earn you weird looks from everyone else when you say them to each other. Mainly because the combinations barely make any sense. However it brings you two closer and sometimes helps break the ice after an argument.
âItâs Wednesday my dudesâŠâ
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âAHHHHH!â
Jason Todd
Jason isnât much of a social media person anymore. He tells everyone he finds it jarring and that itâs like peer pressure on steroids. He only uses Pinterest for book recommendations. So you can only reference memes that went viral before his death, at the beginning of your relationship otherwise he just ignores you.
When he does recognise a meme heâll either roll his eyes or give you an annoyed, yet affectionate smile. Over time though as he notices you making more relevant meme references with your friends, he finds himself getting jealous. Jason wants to experience that with you.
So he pushes aside all his reservations with social media and watches as many meme videos as he can. Eventually he tries incorporating them into your conversations, albeit sheepishly as heâs unsure of himself.
âBrother Eugh?â Heâll state in a reluctant tone and youâll just laugh and say it right back.
Tim Drake
Tim is far too focused on being a detective to watch memes, instead the way he relaxes is by doing something that still stimulates his brain in a way, so heâs a fan of puzzles.
âYou look like the polite cat sometimes.â You told this to him once absentmindedly and he looked at you like youâd grown two heads. He immediately researched it and saw some similarities. You continued the meme reference when you bought him a puzzle of the polite cat for his birthday. It was safe to say he wasnât that impressed. However he finished it in record time.
Whenever you quote any memes though he gives you a factual answer, âRoadworks mean that construction workers are fixing the road.â In retaliation you begin sending him all the memes you reference and then one day he just starts saying them. At first youâre shocked and he doesnât do it often, but heâll have a smug smile on his face every time.
Damian Wayne
Due to Damianâs harsh upbringing from the league of assassins he isnât well versed in meme culture.
âWhat is aura? How have I lost -10,000? What was my starting amount?â He takes your meme references too literally, but when you offer to show him some and explain them he accepts. Heâll scoff and tell you he was only doing it to humour you, but in reality he wanted to regain some of his childhood and he felt this would be a good way to do it.
This bitch empty⊠yeet!
âShe could have hit an innocent bystander with that.â
âI think she did Damian.â You play the video back a million times just to see whether or not she had.
He doesnât ever reference memes back to you or say them in the first instance. Despite this he learns when youâre most likely to quote them and which one it would be. If you choose not to heâll raise an eyebrow and ask you why you hadnât. He wants to make sure you havenât stopped because of him, he likes it heâs just not sure how exactly to show it.
When you do quote memes to him, heâll have the ghost of a smile on his face. Youâll only see it if you look closely.
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Writing Notes: Newborn Senses
Sight
Over the first few months, babies may have uncoordinated eye movements.
They may even appear cross-eyed.
Babies are born with the ability to focus only at close range. This is about 8 to 10 inches, or the distance between a mother's face to the baby in her arms.
Babies are able to follow or track an object in the first few weeks of life.
Focus improves over the first 2 to 3 years of life to a normal 20/20 vision.
Newborns can detect light and dark but can't see all colors. This is why many baby books and infant toys have distinct black and white patterns.
Hearing
During pregnancy, many mothers find that the baby may kick or jump in response to loud noises and may quiet with soft, soothing music.
Hearing is fully developed in newborns.
Babies with normal hearing should startle in response to loud sounds.
These babies will also pay quiet attention to the mother's or father's voice.
And they will briefly stop moving when sound at a conversational level is begun.
Newborns seem to prefer a higher-pitched voice to a low sounding voice.
They can also tune out loud noises after hearing them several times.
Newborns will have their hearing screened while still in the hospital.
Smell
Studies have found that newborns have a strong sense of smell.
Newborns prefer the smell of their own mother, especially her breast milk.
Taste
Babies prefer sweet over sour or bitter tastes.
Babies show a strong preference for human milk and breastfeeding. This is especially true if they are breastfed first and then offered formula or a bottle.
Touch
Babies are comforted by touch.
Placing a hand on your baby's belly or cuddling close can help him or her feel more secure. Wrapping your baby snugly in a blanket (swaddling) is another technique used to help newborn babies feel secure.
You can buy a special swaddling blanket designed to make swaddling easier.
Donât use swaddling if your baby is older than 2 months or is trying to roll over on his or her own.
Swaddling may raise the risk for SIDS (sudden infant death syndrome) if the swaddled baby rolls onto his or her stomach.
When you swaddle, give your baby enough room to move his or her hips and legs.
The legs should be able to bend up and out at the hips.
Donât place your babyâs legs so that they are held together and straight down.
This raises the risk that the hip joints wonât grow and develop correctly.
This can cause a problem called hip dysplasia and dislocation.
Also be careful of swaddling your baby if the weather is warm or hot. Using a thick blanket in warm weather can make your baby overheat. Instead, use a lighter blanket or sheet to swaddle the baby.
Some mothers find their babies are comforted when worn in a sling or carrier.
Holding a baby for feedings is also important. Breastfeeding babies automatically spend several hours a day in their mother's arms.
Source â More: Notes & References â On Children
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Million Dollar Baby | FUTUREPROOF
prologue
summary: you're in la, and it's time to get this show on the road.
pairing: f!rockstar!reader x country star!joel
ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. one minor drug reference. reader has hair and can swim.
wc: 3.3k
an: this is an edited repost of the original prologue! i've jiggled some stuff around to do with joel - he's now a gravelly voiced, universally adored country superstar.
if you've read before, it's up to you if you read again. see you soon anyhoo! <3
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The sunlight is warm, the breeze is mellow, and the bedsheets smell like home.Â
Soft, so soft, cool against your warm limbs - every nudge of smooth linen cocooning your body against the waves of wakefulness. You stretch your legs - muscles loosening, mind empty - then your toes, and bury your face back into the pillow with a quiet grunt.Â
Everything feels achy today. Just fatigued - cooped up on planes, huddled in the studio, hunched over a notebook in what Jack has fondly dubbed your âshrimp positionâ. But this feels good. Spreading your legs to starfish beneath the covers, breathing in the scent of your own shampoo, before shooting your arms to the headboard and pressing your palms against it. Sinew relaxes a little more, spine crackling.Â
One eye winked open finds the room washed in gold, sheer curtains fluttering in the floor to ceiling windows, just obscuring the crest of the hills beyond the pool.Â
You close your eyes again, breathing in deeply. Your tongue tastes sour, ashy - the only blot on the morning; a reminder of last night. The whirlwind of faces and places youâd been swept through by Eimear after leaving the studio, blurred into one soundscape while you were dreaming.Â
You following her - a satin palm curled around your forearm, the gloss of her braids. Have you metâŠ. Completely sober, brain ringing in your skull from ironing out kinks on the record, youâd made your excuses and escaped as quickly as possible from the glitteringly dark bar back to the house. Closed your eyes against the buzz of the Uberâs window, dragged yourself to the sofa, and shared a joint with Adie before hauling yourself to bed.
Thereâs a clench in your gut, a rumble. You groan, hunger creeping in, bubbling in your throat. You swing a hand away from the headboard, scrabbling about on the nightstand for your phone, squinting at the screen over the duvet.Â
No missed calls. No urgent texts.
But at some point in your slumber, youâd snoozed your alarm.
You drop your face into the pillow again, mouthing a fuck into the cotton. Plans of eating at the cafĂ© in the next neighbourhood over eviscerated by a fuzzier head. Again.Â
You throw the covers off your legs, rubbing roughly at your face, and stand with a yawn. Pick up the pants and t-shirt youâd discarded on the floor last night, sling them over the chair in the corner of the room, and then move to retrieve your bikini from the balcony beyond the curtains.
A fine day out. Still warmer than youâre used to summer being, sun hot on your face even this early, but the view - the view. Spoiled by the label, high up enough to be away from the bustle, but close enough to watch the lights and the smog and the constant glimmer of dreams.Â
You step back into the bedroom to tug and tie the swimsuit on before swinging open the door. The landing is quiet, empty. The same as you pad down to the kitchen.Â
Everything is white, and where itâs not white, itâs glass and natural wood. Itâs beautiful, itâs serene, and - as Eimear had said when you first arrived - very rock and roll.Â
The wide, clean kitchen, marble-topped island stretched all the way across the space. Perfect for hosting. The sunken living room and its floating hearth. The rugs and the throws, the cushions, the potted plants, fading smell of incense. The bifold doors thrown back so you can step straight out to the patio and then the pool - sparkling, rippling in the morning sunlight.Â
The doors Adie obviously hadnât closed last night. The bottle of champagne heâd left open on the side.Â
You give it a sniff as you walk past, deciding it isnât worth it as you step towards the fridge instead. You pour a glass of orange juice and poke around for something else, grabbing a tub of mango youâd picked up yesterday. Croissants from the bread bin on the counter, then your sunglasses from where they sit next to the flowers Nick had sent you.Â
The patio is hot underfoot, and you all but skip your way to one of the loungers set up by the edge of the pool, clutching your breakfast. You slide your sunglasses onto the bridge of your nose, settling cross-legged on the pale cushions. Orange juice cradled between your thighs, croissant and mango in front of you.Â
Nick Walton, Hollywoodâs newly heralded genius. Youâd thought heâd be wanky at first - obnoxious, loud, demanding - but the man who had introduced himself to you months ago, who had joined you in the studio over the last week, was quiet, kind. A crooked smile, an asinine sense of humour. Ready and generous with praise and votes of confidence, gentle direction offered when needed. Heâd been a dream to work with, so much so that the whole band had been quick to tell him theyâd love to work together again - if he wanted to. And he did.
You savour the earthy sweetness in your mouth, rip a corner off the croissant.Â
It was exciting. Being privy to such a project, being sent rough cuts and signing new NDAs. It had been something to do on the road - a distraction from the venues you were playing every night, a challenge to fit to a brief. Something you, as a band, had never really done before. Working not just to convey a message, a feeling, but a place. A story beyond what you knew.
You lick the mango juice from your fingers, your wrist, swipe the crumbs from your lap. Finish your orange juice in great gulps, enjoying the coolness, the tartness. You wanted Nick to be confident heâd made the right choice. Confident that you respected his work, appreciated it, wanted to uplift it.Â
The extravagant florals that had arrived before Eimear had whisked you away last night confirmed that. The only thing left now was to lay down the last of the vocals and earn the seal of approval from Joel Miller - co-producer, man of the moment.Â
So squeaky fucking clean you wonder whether the air around him sparkles.
You stand from the sunbed, reaching up, wiggling your fingers at the sky, before swooping low to touch your toes. Almost. You fold your sunglasses up next to your glass, leaving them to tiptoe around the edge of the pool. Moving to stand at the top of the tiled steps, up to your ankles in the water. Cool, cool, cool. The LA skyline stretched out ahead of you - concrete jungle sprawled under clear blue sky.Â
Joel Miller somewhere out there, getting ready to share his thoughts on the track. A big deal. Critically acclaimed albums, AMAs, BMAs and Grammy Awards, nominations up the wazoo. Something lurches in your stomach, a familiar that has tread with you since the beginning. The doubt, the worry. The almost overwhelming expectation to disappoint.Â
Maybe he wonât like you. Maybe heâs never liked your music. Maybe heâll wear sunglasses the entire time and wonât speak.
Donât be childish. You take a step deeper into the pool.Â
Maybe he wonât.
Maybe heâll be everything people say he is. Unfailingly polite, sweet. Humorous, if prone to a little grump now and again. Maybe heâs heard a few songs on the radio.
You take a step deeper.
Maybe heâll be taller than you think. You know heâs handsome. Broad, strong. Greying curls, deep, sad eyes, full mouth and scruffy beard. Voice like smoked velvet on his tracks for Red Sky, cradling you through the mixer. Not that you ever thought about him and that voice when youâd crash in your hotel room at the end of a night. Not his gravelly tone, or his hands. His thick fingers on his guitar, nor the bulge that strained in videos against his low slung belt -Â
You crouch, arms joined over your head. Feet anchored, pressure forced down as your legs extend and lift, arcing towards the water.Â
The dive sweeps the remnants of sleep, worries, thoughts of Joel Miller away. The water fills the conches of your ears, softening sound. You close your eyes, lost to the peace of the dark. Coolness slips past, greases joints, holds you gently. You kick and pull until your lungs strain, pushing one foot off the floor to pop back up to the surface, wiping chlorine from your eyes, your lips.Â
You look back over the city, treading water, before turning to face the house. Much bigger than it needs to be - but pretty and green. There are plants everywhere - trees and flowers, grass to your right. Sweet honeysuckle on the breeze, musk of heated tarmac.Â
You tip your head back, and your body follows. Sound muffled again, you blink your eyes open to look up into the blue. Endless. You search for birds, letting it calm you - how small you really are. How, no matter how many people gather in crowds, there are more who simply couldnât give less of a fuck about who you are.Â
It doesnât matter if Joel Miller is one of them.Â
You swim a few leisurely laps before pulling yourself out and wrapping a discarded towel around your shoulders, drying off just enough to come back inside the house. Youâre brewing coffee when Adie emerges - freshly showered, shirt only buttoned halfway, sunglasses on.
You smirk at him, and he flips you off, wincing as he takes a seat at the island. He rests his head in his hands.
âMorning, rockstar,â you beam, pouring the drink into mugs, and he grunts in response.Â
You scrub a rough hand over his buzzcut, and he grumbles out a low âFuck off,â voice low and raspy.
You snicker, placing a steaming cup beneath his hanging head. Heâs always suffered the worst with hangovers, unaided by the five years he has on the rest of you.Â
âCome on, dude,â you grin, sliding onto the seat next to him, rivulets of pool water trickling down your back. âYouâve gotta look sprightly. Youâre seeing George today, right?â
âHeâs seen me worse,â he grumbles, taking a sip. He pulls his sunglasses down his nose just enough to give you a once over. âArenât you seeing Nick?â
You nod, blowing steam away from your cup.
âAnd Joel.â
âJoel,â Adie repeats, like heâs rolling the name around his mouth. âStill want to do disgusting things to him?â
You pull a face, knocking his shoulder, and he clutches his stomach with a groan.
âEw, Adie.â
âDonât move me,â he gasps, âIâm not at my best.â
âYeah, no shit,â you snipe, eyeing him over your coffee. He glances back at you once heâs taken a couple of deep breaths.
âWell? Do you?â
You wrinkle your nose at him.
âObviously, asshole.â
He shrugs, a slow smile stretching his mouth as he curls himself over the counter. You giggle, an embarrassed little sound, and he snorts into his coffee, choking, spraying it over the marble and your arm. You howl at him - Oh, gross, dude - and then youâre cackling together, something like excitement finally rising in your gut. This is your best friend, this is the dream, even ten years in. And this is part of the cycle - tour, crash, doubt, do it again. You swipe your hand down your arm, holding it out to wipe on his shirt. He catches your wrist before you can, twisting so the silk is as far away from you as possible.
âAbsolutely not,â he says, grappling with you, âIf I have to go upstairs to change, I will literally never make it back down.â
You give up easily, knocking your forehead against his shoulder, still giggling. He smells like Adie. He smells like home.
âYou, on the other hand,â he continues, pushing your head back roughly with his palm, âCould definitely do with a shower. If only for the one and only Mr Mi-â
You flick his ear, and he crows at you -
âBastard! Iâll find some other wanker to sing!â
- as you take off, dancing around the island, edging towards the stairs.
You put your hands on your hips, tongue in cheek.
âI knew you never liked me - yâknow, you were always much more made for the attention -â
âShut the fuck uuup,â he groans, rolling his eyes, âI love you forever, kisses, kisses, whatever the fuck. Shower,â he says, levelling a finger at you.
You bite your lip against your smile.
âWill you be gone when Iâm ready?â
He nods, making to cross himself. You snort again.
âGod willing.â
âAlright. Have fun. Give George my love. Make sure Camâs got nothing in his teeth.â
He smiles, all mischief, all genuine affection.
âWill do, bud. You too. Knock âem dead.â
You blow him a kiss as you begin to ascend the steps, and he feigns a swing to bat it away.
âSave them for Joel!â
You flash him the finger, and his cackle is the answer to your ringing -
âFuck you, Gilman!â
Her voice is sweet, gentle down the phone. It makes his chest tighten a little, nails dig into his palms. I miss you.
âDad, youâll be fine,â Sarah sighs, breath of air shooting through the line. If he closes his eyes, he can see her smile. Knowing, placating. Hundreds of miles away, back in Texas for college. Sick of LA ever since they moved here.
Sometimes, Joel reckons she had the right idea.
âYouâve worked with way more... intimidating people. And from what Nickâs said, she seems really nice.â
He grunts, swiping a hand across his face, scratching at his beard. Sheâs right.
âI know. Jusâ want it to go well. Jusâ hope she likes it all, so Iâm not gonâ be sittinâ there feelin' like -â
âDad,â she groans, âChill out. You're a pro. It wouldn't have gotten this far if it was bad, Nick or someone would have said something. All you've gotta do is sing your part and say you thought their stuff was great, then get a selfie for Ellie. And thatâs all you need to do. Anything else is a bonus.â
Joel casts a glance over at Ellie - all limbs sat at the kitchen counter, munching on cereal, earbuds in.Â
âOkay. Alright.â
Thereâs quiet for a moment, and he cringes at how well she can read him.
âSure?â She checks. He clears his throat, nodding.
âYeah. Itâll be fine.â
He can hear her smile again.
âIt will. Right, I gotta go. Call me later, I want all the details.â
He chuckles, kneading his forehead.
âI will. I love you, baby girl.â
âLove you too, Dad.â
The line cuts, three beeps, and he turns his attention back to Ellie. Takes a moment to watch her head bopping, her foot tapping, before waving an arm around until she takes an earbud out.
âReady to go, kiddo?â
She swallows comically, giving him a thumbs up before leaping off her seat, crossing the kitchen to deposit her bowl in the sink.Â
âYup. Are you driving?â She asks, crossing back over to the foyer, eyeing the keys in the blue dish by the door.
âSure am,â he grins, taking her bowl from the sink and stacking it in the dishwasher. She rolls her eyes, jamming a foot into a shoe. âPrecious cargo.â
âJoel,â she groans, standing, âI am seventeen years old -â
âAh,â he chuckles, clapping her on the back, opening the front door. âStill my kid. Letâs go.â
Sheâs watching him.Â
He can see how her eyes keep flicking his way in his periphery, her smirk from the passenger seat as he taps his thumbs on the steering wheel, chewing his cheek.
âAre you nervous?âÂ
His eyes find hers, crinkled with a smile, warmth hidden behind the mirth. A depth of understanding that goes beyond her years.
He shrugs.
âIs it obvious?â
She looks out the windscreen, avoiding his eye, but he can still see the downwards tip of her mouth as she tries to hide her amusement.
âNo.â
He grinds his jaw, feeling the beginnings of a flush crawl up his neck.
âYou know,â Ellie says, turning to face him again, âSheâs supposed to be really cool. Nice. They all are, even if you donât meet the whole band. Forget about anything else you mightâve heard. And - sheâs just a person. Like you. And dude, this is literally your job.â
A single eyebrow climbs up his forehead.
âYou heard that, huh?â
This time, she does smile.
âRelax,â she says, âAnd if you screw it up, at least get that selfie for me.â
He chuckles, eyes scanning back out over the road. Traffic, people, lights turning red to green.
âIâll do my best.â
He doesnât want to tell her how he stayed up late last night watching your interviews. Doesnât want her to know how he watched the Wired Autocomplete video three times - because youâre funny. Smart and sharp, and private. He appreciates that. Knows you must have worked hard to reach a point where others have so many questions.Â
Doesnât want her to know how he then went on to watch live performances, songs recorded in front of thousands of people. Wishing heâd paid better attention when sheâd shown him before. Covers sung in live lounges, radio appearances - one by Sabrina Carpenter thatâs been everywhere lately, another by fucking Chris Stapleton, before finding his favourite. Just you, strumming a guitar - something rare in all the other footage heâd watched. Lover, You Should've Come Over.
How heâd then tapped out your name on Instagram, scrolling back through weeks of posts. Photoshoots, festivals, tour, magazine covers. Stumbled across edits, something Sarah had taught him about. Videos, compilations of you that made his face heat with shame, his heart beat faster. Heâd thought he was above it all - within the same stratosphere, unaffected by such things. But heâd been proven wrong. Taken in by your voice, your words. How you looked in that dress, the sliver of stomach exposed on stage. Your doe eyes in the dark of a bathtub, a shoot for Vanity Fair.
Heâs really realised, perhaps for the first time, that Ellie is right. Ellie, whoâd had your posters up in her room until a year ago. Ellie, who Sarah had taken to your gig at the Staples Center. Ellie, whoâd been playing your music - loud - ever since sheâd first found it. Music which, he knows now, also loves.
You are cool - so fucking cool, so fucking beautiful. Accomplished, respected, talented. And now heâs noticed the colour of your eyes, the curve of your lips, the ease with which you perform. The way you move, how electric you are.
And he feels so out of his depth.
He pulls up just down the street from her school, slow halt of tires on tarmac, watching the throng of students cross the road. A jumble of bags moving along the sidewalk, and when they part, he watches Ellie grin as Dina looks up from her phone to wave at the two of them.Â
His daughter grabs the backpack by her feet before leaning over to kiss his cheek. He tries to smile.
âYouâve got this,â she whispers, a gentle hand on his arm. She smiles back as she pops open the door and scooches out. âRemember, selfie - and if Vic is there, tell her Iâm single -â
âIâm right here,â Dina laughs from over her shoulder, giving Ellie a playful shove. Joel chuckles, returning her yelled Morning, Mr Miller. Ellie shrugs.
âOkay, tell her nothing. I just think sheâs cool,â she winks, closing the door with a soft thud before throwing an arm around her girlfriend, chatting away to her as they disappear into the crowd of teenagers.Â
Joel waits until he can no longer see them before checking his flush in the rearview mirror. When heâs satisfied he looks close to normal, not nervous, he takes a deep breath and pulls off.Â
Thereâs someone he has to meet.
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â âkiss landâ
âš or also known as dinnaâs holiday special 2024 âàŒ â©
december is a busy month and most often times chaotic for many - thereâs places to go and people to see. youâre no exception. the difference is that the holidays have prepared some fun encouters for you - ones that make unforgettable memories others can only be jealous ofâŠ
â event is 18+ only
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â ⊠when your parents shake hands with new business partners they get invited for one festive weekend at their expensive villa. although itâs the last place you want to waste time at, you understand how and why these people are important for your family business, so you agree to join them. the last person you expect to see there is your professor who youâve been having a secret crush on⊠and who also politely said no after you asked him out last semester⊠â
â professor!gunil x student!reader | university au [smut, slice of life] ËË note ! ages are not specified except that reader and gunil are close to age; itâs a university au but outside of university if it makes sense
â« : make me feel by elvis drew
â ⊠when christmas comes around you know your emotions will be all over the place, because the one thing your parents look forward to the most, is inviting their best friends whose son kim jungsu is the guy you try to not think about unless you want to make your standards even higher, and your chances to find a boyfriend soon - lower. one sleepless night turns into an opportunity to look back on some shared memories, but to also tell each other things both of you believed will remain unsaid... â
â kim jungsu x fem!reader | childhood friends au [smut, slice of life]
â« : mushroom chocolate by quin, 6lack
â ⊠when you bump into your roommate in a lingerie store you end up spending half an hour helping him out with picking a christmas gift for his fuck buddy. unfortunately, even the festive atmosphere around canât prevent you two from getting into a fight which results into you not saying goodbye to each other before he leaves early the next morning for winter break. luckily, heâs left something for you under the tree that opens up an opportunity for you to bury the hatchet⊠â
â kwak jiseok x fem!reader | roommates au [smut, slice of life]
â« : pleasure shop by key
â ⊠when you arrive at the fancy dinner that your boss organised as a way for everyone from the company to get together before the holidays, youâre surprised to finally see his son in real life. it turns out that your boss also uses this as an opportunity to introduce him to his employees, because now that he is out of university, heâs officially joining the company, slowly following the footsteps of his father. unfortunately, you donât make a good first impression as you expect when you send his son one of your half-naked pictures by accident. or⊠do you? â
â oh seungmin x noona!reader | coworkers au [smut, slice of life] ËË note ! not specified legal age gap ( reader who is seungminâs senior in the workplace will be referred as noona few times throughout the story; not as a kink in a sexual context, but out of respect and occasionally in a teasing way; you can ignore the term and still read the story, but feel free to skip this one if you want )
â« : million dollar baby by tommy richman
â ⊠when a random stranger steals the perfect gift which you specifically came to buy for a relative right under your nose, you realise that for the first time in your not so full of confrontations life, you want to spit in somebodyâs face. fortunately, you manage to walk out as calmly as you can without causing a scene or getting kicked out from the manager of the record store. you donât expect the universe to bring you and the stranger who lit up a fire inside you back together so soon though. will this give you and him a chance to start over and finally learn each otherâs names? â
â han hyeongjun x fem!reader | strangers to lovers au [smut, slice of life]
â« : particular taste by shawn mendes
â ⊠when you and your friends go to the club on a friday night the last people you expect to see there is the famous punk rock band thatâs been all over the news for the past few months. instead of fangirling, like many in your place would be doing, you see an opportunity to save your job. in the handsome face of the lead singer and bassist you see a spark of hope telling you that your career as a journalist in a prestige magazine is not lost just yet. yes, everyone knows lee jooyeon doesnât do interviews, but he wouldnât mind sharing few words for your column if you ask nicely, right? â
â lee jooyeon x fem!reader | rockstar x journalist au [smut, sprinkle of angst] ËË note ! it will probably have one or two time jumps
â« : stranger by tove lo
some information you may want to knowâŠ
â± status: in processâŠ
â± context: this is an event (18+) which iâm doing for a second year now as a gift to all of you sticking around and supporting my content âĄ
â± i will not have a posting schedule for this one, because the last two months of the year can get really hectic in different aspects; i donât want to put too much pressure on myself and kill my inspiration. if i remember correctly, last year i shared one fic a week throughout december and january and iâm thinking of doing the same this year too
â± i donât have a specific word limit in mind and i canât say how long the stories are going to be yet; theyâre not going to be short though thatâs for sure
â± you can message me anytime or leave a comment below if youâd like to be tagged for specific work(s) or for all so you donât miss out on anything youâre interested in reading. iâll probably be sharing a lilâ teaser for each story - you can ask to be tagged for those as well. youâre always welcome in my inbox đ if you have any questions about the event, the fics or just want to chat about whateverâs on your mind!
please be patient with me in case of any changes or delays!
⥠hereâs my general masterlist if youâre looking for something to read in the meantime⊠and here are last yearâs holiday specials if youâre interested in giving them a read
thank you in advance to those of you who will be reading and supporting this event! iâm so happy to be organising it for another year⊠it feels surreal in the best way possible. hope you enjoy the experience as much as me!
( in case you are seeing this in december and you are celebrating - happy holidays! )
#dinnaâs holiday special 2024#masterlist#xdinary heroes smut#gunil smut#jungsu smut#kwak jiseok smut#gaon smut#oh seungmin smut#o.de smut#han hyeongjun smut#junhan smut#jooyeon smut#xdinary heroes x reader
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whats happening to @skykashi is the reason why ive started recording most of my artworks. at least the ones i plan to upload. I mean, its not EXACTLY what worries me. I just got much better at copying poses and I am terrified people would accuse me of tracing. Now, I believe that a great artist will see that I didn't trace because I just make too many mistakes still, but the fear to be called out or witch hunted or whatever sits very deeply.
It's also why I draw tooons more than I ever upload anywhere. The art community is wild an I just wanna to stuff for fun.
#nisi rambles#the accusation of the artstyle change is so wild to me#there is this very famous art that eiichiro oda#mangaka of one piece#made of snoop dogg#it suuuper realistic#and peopel always go#WHAT THAT CANT BE ODA THAT DREW THIS ITS SO DIFFERENT FROM HIS MANGA STYLE#well yea?? because he was drawing a portrait not a comic#he can do it#he jsut doesnt want to or its too time consuming#also and even if it were like not something sky could usually do#you can still use close references of faces#lighting and skin colouring tutorials#its not like there arent possibilites that there was a learning curve here#ugh but have to say that person commenting skys post saying#mimimi AI art is the future and you have to accept it#like go away this is not about this#and no it is not the future go away#i guess all that could be done here is to make ANOTHER realistic art piece and then record the entire process#but idk what the op then would make up as an excuse to say its fake again#because its like this with callouts right? you just want to callout#you dont care about the apology or explanation#like this whole thing with#if youd just showed me the layers i would be ok#and then the person will just move the benchmark again#show me a video and i would be ok#show me the entire process#like they have decided you cheated and now they dont care#its bully mentality
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i've gone to sleep angry and woken up angry every day since last saturday
#the flatmate who moved out was made CRYSTAL clear of her contractual duties to keep paying rent until she's been replaced on the lease#just like the other flatmate who moved out (and flatmate B is a student who works part time and has a deadbeat dad she can't move home to)#flatmate A works full time and will be living at home rent free and only moved out to go on a free holiday to mexico with her sisters#but it's flatmate A who's throwing a tantrum saying she wants her bond back and wants to stop paying rent now#even though no one's moved in to replace her on the lease WHICH WAS THE STIPULATION OF HER BREAKING IT EARLY#she KNEW this and she avoided all attempts at conversation about it before she moved out#but now that we're not face to face she's so brave over text with her lawyer sisters in her ear trying to tell us we're fucking her over#and trying to get us to pay HER RENT on top of our own#it's a fixed term lease you can only break it if you abide by the conditions the landlord sets#and the conditions were that she find someone to replace her on the lease#she's claiming that bc flatmate c (who's staying in the flat) moved into her room out of his couples room (bc him and flatmate b broke up)#that that somehow counts as her being replaced on the lease#no matter how many times we tell her that's not the case because how the fuck could he replace her when he's already on the lease#she refuses to listen. IT'S A ONE IN OUT SYSTEM BABE AND YOU'RE STILL IN#it's just soooooo shitty and sneaky like we've been friends for three years and now she's throwing it all away for WHAT#i hate people pleasers i hate people who hide their selfishness and sneakiness behind smiley faces and kisses#how is it in ANY way fair that the rest of us pay her rent so she can go on holidays. yeah i'd fucking like that too girl#it's stressing me out so bad because she's trying so hard to get between us all and tell one person that the other person said something#and then you ask the other person and they say no i absolutely did not say that#and we have proof evidence and facts on her side but she refuses to believe them#anyways. we've referred this all on to our landlord now so now it's her problem and out of our hands#ugh. it just sucks because we were really close friends and now what are we
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ok i like rushed through the whole orv webtoon way too fast so now i have thoughts going in like 5 different directions but ep121-123 drive me so fucking insane actually. every time i think about those two conversations i have to sit down
#orv#orv liveblog#like i feel like depictions of childhood abuse in fiction tend to depiction the relationship as some version of#'the one evil violent parent and the one good parent trying their best (it wasnt good enough)'#see: the twins parents from lc s2 is the obvious one but also like#going back to my roots lol but enji and rei todoroki? or hell even fire lord ozai and ursa#yknow theres this idea of like theres the one who was trying! and the one who fucked it all up#well yeah rei's the one who scarred her sons face but thats so obviously framed as like a trauma response outside of her control#like its not something youre reeaally meant to blame her for yknow#the WHOLE idea with kim dokja's conversation with yoo sangah is whether he's supposed to blame/forgive lee sookyung#wait ok those conversations drive me so insane like im feeling the alevel literature urge to fuckin close read quotes#that one line where he thinks like this is the vilest form of violence he can use against sangah goes by SO fast but it hit me SO hard#the idea of asking her to put herself in this nightmare situation she has no frame of reference for understanding or empathising with#and then asking her as someone who she rly cares about! to be the judge in this situation she cannot possibly fully grasp#and all of that being framed as an act of violence towards her. like asking her to do this knowing she cant possibly do it#but also 'did you want me to seem pleased to see you' 'a little (lie)' and 'do you think of me as a mother' 'a little (lie)'#like the pretense of a normal relationship over the yeah we know our relationships fucked over the#unfortunately we still talk and think in the same way and we understand each other way too well#ok wait but circling back to the original point. i saw this fucking incredible fanart on twitter that sort of goes into the like#how do you?? handle?? not knowing if youre supposed to blame your parent for something that they did that hurt you#like its this little animation thing thats all in kdj's internal monologue except for one line where its him saying#'im terrible. i deserved what she did to me'#and its like. yeah that would be easier huh. like the self loathing is easier to handle than the confusion and cognitive dissonance#full disclosure i saw that fanart literally a year ago before i knew jack shit about orv and the sentiment hit me SO HARD i just#havent been able to stop thinking about it for a whole year. like as soon as i finished 123 i immediately went to look for it in my archive#i checked the artist has a tumblr but that art is not on it and it bugs me so much i want them to know that they somehow like#managed to make art so painful it defeated both my non-orv reading self and my lifelong severe memory problems#i mean in comparison that line (that also went by alarmingly fast) about how without twsa back then like kdj would not be here today#like not so much to dig into just. Yikes#and him telling ysa all of this with that fucking smile on his face like thats the part that really gets to me just his *fucking expression
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Since taking part in the Tsaritsaâs service, Tartaglia is quite adamantly against being called âAjaxâ. The name reminds him too much of the person his parents still mourn and wish he was, plus it really doesnât suit him as much anymore, with the way heâs making his own name for himself. Tartaglia is his preferred form of address, Childe the second. But never Ajax.
#hc; tartaglia#//Only family are allowed to call him such; but even then he still feels quite Uncomfortable every time he hears it#//Itâs just not HIM#//Feels almost suffocating; esp if said with warm smiles or worried faces#//ESP the latter#//The people he used to train alongside before he ascended to being a Harbinger all know VERY well never to call him that ever again#//Many learned it the hard way#//Countless other Fatui have just the same#//The less close you are to him; the more the name becomes a reason for things to get Ugly#//Dont worry tho; heâll give a generous three chances to fuck it up before he starts throwing hands over it#//Its one of the few ways to actually anger him; again esp for someone who isnât close to him#//Those close to him outside of family who try to use his former name so casually again and again wil end up getting a seriouscold shoulder#//As for family; he holds little hope for them to change#//Not with how they cling to who he used to be and how accustomed they are to referring to him as such#//But he does wish they could refer to him differently#//There is a very SPECIFC reason heâll actively offer the name for his s/o to know or use tho#//And thatâs as a safe word; be it in the bedroom or even in a spar. bc he KNOWS that will catch his attention fast if needed#//Heâll also allow it in times of danger; but heâs not too worried abt that happening that much#//If heâs with someone; they can usually handle themself well to not need him to help; no worries in his part#//But itâs there just in case. only THEN will he make an exception for folks other than fam to say his name#//And only SPECIAL ppl at that
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I NEED to update my Radiance's gijinka design I stg I have such cool art ideas for her and PK but I am. So lazy.
Two sides of the same coin, equally as awful morally grey people that would maul each other to death if put in the same room, I love them đ
I need to also focus more on her role in my AU because while I've rewritten pretty much the entire thing she was left behind and now idk what to do with her in the long run oopsie. All ik is that she ends up being mortal or near mortal after her fight with Ghost and Flower and she is Not happy about it, but it's also the only way PK would have left her alive and Flower is big on second chances so now she's just here, bitter and angry and a shadow of her former self (and actually I just didn't have it in me to kill her before I could do something cool with her + I like the potential dynamic she could have with other characters)
#thylacines can talk#faaf au#dunno where to put her now. originally she was going to return to her moth tribe and i might. do that still. have her try to live as just a#part of her people? what do ya think? humbles her a lot over time id imagine. but at first she's furious#she DESPISES the entire Palelight family especially PK and the two of his spawn that did this to her. doesn't help that Flower likes to go#to the blue lake to relax and its worringly close to the resting grounds. might have to abandon that habit for a bit if a certain#malice-eminating moth finds out about it. hard to relax when theres an angry ex god glaring at you. looking as if theyre planning your#demise. ya know?#i like the scene where Flower takes her to the palace and they walk in on PK having a meeting with his court about possible solutions to the#plague. suddenly becomes most stressful meeting of his life <3#pk: And what stops me from just killing you right now? | Radi: UH-#flower steps between them#Radi internally: Oh thank god they're this stupid#one of initial character traits of Radis was the fact she kept referring to Flower as PK's child and praising them and rubbing their#existence in his face. like in a 'oh you must be so proud' way. because she KNEW it made him feel awful and she took delight in it#couldnt give two shits about flower she just liked to use them as a poking stick on their father#theyd bicker so much it was funny#WL sarcastic: Oh. Great. Wonderful. Thanks for that. As if we didn't have enough on our heads.#Flower barely standing and bleeding all over the place: đ
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#TRYNA FUCK ME I'M LIKE OKAY! g. suguru
â sum. suguru geto wasnât used to losing a race, especially to a fucking rookieâbut youâve got him confused, intrigued, and⊠hard? long story short, ever since he hit it heâs never been the same.
wc. 6.8k
warnings. fem! reader, street racer! geto, pwp, unprotected, 2 fast 2 furious references, bratty reader, rivals to lovers ( ? ), geto has a dīck piercing, big size kink, riding, he fucks you on the hood of your car, cunnīlingus, sore loser geto gets humbled lel, overstim, squīrting, dirty talk, praise, petnames.
an. chase atlantic inspired me again </3 same au as this one.
second fucking place. he got second place and he lost to you, a newbieâthe newest racer with the prettiest trendy wheels, flashy rims, and a hot pink 2001 honda s2000. stupid, stupid, the reality of losing left a sour taste in getoâs mouth. he canât remember the last time heâs lost, ever. .
the moment he saw your car bolt in front of him at those last few milliseconds of the race with fiery pink smoke coughing from your steel pipes dusting near his front window, he just knew he lost to you. geto scoffs. âtch,â heâd mumble, slamming his car door shut, and releasing the straps of his custom-made helmet. you leaned against your slick hood, innocently fanning yourself with a pamphlet of the trackâs course layout that was given to every racer before glancing at geto. he was quite tall and he looked down at you with a look of intrigue and bitter annoyance. âcheater.â
âexcuse me?â you raise a brow. you knew damn well who he was, suguru getoâone of the if not the best street racer in tokyo. notorious for his wins and extremly cocky ego - except this time, your win against him bruised that little detail a bit. a small grin spreads across your glossed lips before your eyes rove up and down his dark leather ripped clothes. âyou said somethinâ?â
âyou heard me, sweetheart,â he utters, bringing a gloved hand up to his face. doing so, geto tucks his sticky black tresses back inside his helmet. heâs so close, that he practically has you cornered against the hot hood of your car and his eyes stare at the medal thatâs pinned near the left side of your chest. that gold medal that was supposed to be his. âbesides,â and you nearly gasped once you felt your rear tap against the front of your vehicle. âyour âridingâ could use a âlil work, rookie.â
you saw the look in his eyes. heâs challenging you, geto sees you as a potential threat and he wasnât fond of losing.. ever.
it just wasnât in his vocabulary.
you donât know why but beating one of tokyoâs top street racers made cocky pride swell right up in your chest. the same kind of cocky pride that he was used to, and damn were you a force to be reckoned with. he just had to learn that the hard way.
âdo i?â you reply, reaching an arm inside of your car to twist the keys out of the ignition. with a roaring sputtering growl, your engine gradually turns off and the sounds of whirring wind fill the air.
getoâs got his hands buried in his pockets as his tall lean body stands still. heâs checking you out.
his head slightly tilts to the side with his helmet cracked open and you can feel his eyes trailing up your entire physique.
heâs studying you - trying to figure out just who this pretty girl that just dusted him in a race.
youâd be lying through your teeth if you didnât idolize him just a little bit. he was well known not just in tokyo but worldwide. the fangirls loved him, and the racers despised him with envy.
beating the suguru geto was a rare fever dream of itself.
âor are you just upset youâre not in the spotlight for once?â brat.. though your comment made him scoff with a sly smile curling against his thin lips.
âmm. for a new racer you sure have a smart mouth,â and his eyes quickly dash toward your car.
hot pink, it even looked freshly new and painted. and just to put the icing on the cake, it also has a pretty character design painted near the sides with the addition of a cheetah print wheel.
he lost to . . that?
getoâs quietly admiring your ride thoughâit looked like it was straight out of a movie. once he looks down at you again, he speaks in a gruff intimidated tone, finishing his sentence. âitâs only your first win, donât be cocky.â
âiâll be cocky if i want,â you murmur, and thereâs a loud competitive tension between you both.
people started to leave the car meeting spot until it was just the two of you. your carâs parked near one of the garages where getoâs car was coincidentally parked also. youâre still leaning against the pink hood of your car before walking up to him. you close the awkward distance between you both, being just a few inches apart.
youâre bold, and he liked your spunk although heâd never flat-out admit it.
just . . . who were you?
geto didnât like losingâthatâs already been established. but now, heâs starting to realize he probably has to deal with you in future races, and oh- he knew you were gonna be a problem.
and he was right, because perhaps heâd finally met his match.
âbesides, even if i did cheat,â you retaliate, your tone sounding more and more coy and foxy. playfully, your arms wrap around his shoulders and you tap against his sheer black helmet that had âs. getoâ autographed in bold purple near the other shell. vexed, mousy eyes glare at you through the protective gear and you lean up all the way close. âwhat are you gonna do about it, suguru?â
famous last words,
because one moment youâre being nothing but a mere brat and the next, you found yourself bent over the hood of your pretty blush-colored honda.
well, fuck.
suguru geto didnât take disrespect lightly . . although, he liked the brat in you. a nice change of pace, even though it pissed him off a bit - a lot.
âs- shit,â you gasp, feeling your thighs squeeze together. getoâs domineering aura sends you chills, the kind of chills where it runs through your entire soul.
heâs so close that you could almost taste his loud cologne on your tongue. itâs a manly scent, youâd probably guess one of the main ingredients was oak moss. as youâre pondering deep in thought, still trying to get over his loud smellâa hand gingerly starts to brush down your skimpy lace-up chaps.
his touch felt good. . and sure, maybe youâve fantasized about this exact moment once or twice while watching his races broadcasted on live television. getoâs pressed up against you as youâre idly hunched over, biting your lip. with a huff, youâre so close to your tinted window that you were practically having a staring contest with your rosy windshield wipers. âaw. you planned to spank me over my car?â
ânot exactly, pretty girl,â he tsks with a clicked tongue, and thatâs when you feel it. something poking against your rear â oh, he was hard.
it was something hard and you donât quite think it was his helmet..
that couldnât have been anything else other than a raging boner, and it makes you smugly hum. geto groans once he feels your ass wriggling against his skin-tight leather jeans. âthink youâre funny, yeah girl?â
âa bit,â you utter in a breathy tone, feeling his fingers zig-zag down the exposed straps of clothing that reveal a bit of skin. you didnât mind his touch - in fact, you only wanted more.
the inside of the garage was widely spaciousâbig enough to fit your car and getoâs iconic skyline gtr. itâs a gorgeous midnight dark purple that glimmers in the dead of night, akin to a ravenâs wings.
with the garage lot being empty, it was just the two of you, the witching hour steadily approaching. all that could be heard was the occasional squawks and chirps of squaking birds and loud cars honking near the far distance by the freeway. as heâs still got you pinned over, you bite your pointer finger with a cheeky hum. âhilarious even.â
but, you donât find anything funny moments later when the street racerâs tongue is shoved right between your splayed, plush thighs.
not at all, in fact- the only âwordsâ that came from your mouth were babbling inaudible whimpers, and he made sure youâd eat your sentences⊠just like heâs eating out your first place cunt like the starved man he was.
with widened eyes and a stretched jaw hanging open, you stare back with a hand on your ass, giving your skin a soft squeeze. geto grunts, on his knees as youâre hauled right over your pretty decorated hood.
hell! you figured heâd ask to rematch but this..
it seemed like all he wanted to do was take out his loss on your pussy⊠with his second-place tongue.
and thatâs just what he does too.
not that you were even complainingâsuguru geto was a nasty man to no oneâs surprise. heâs nasty on the road and heâs even nastier with his tongue recklessly driving up and down your slobbering twitching cunt.
you feel a crooked nose sloooowly drag its way like a trail against your entrance. geto starts near the bottom and then makes his way up, making sure to have his button nose dripping with your mess. letting off a sweet whimper, it doesnât take long before heâs starting sucking against your swollen clit.
âhng,â a needy whine dashes from your throat, and you can already feel a shaking judder spasm between your legs. getoâs unapologetically sloppy with his mouth too. as heâs repeatedly flicking the pointed pink tip of his tongue in crazed different directions, a throaty hiccup leaves from your glued lips. âfuuck, do you usually mhm--do this to your opponents who hah, beat you?â
âonly the ones with the smart fuckinâ mouths,â he replies with a quickness, taking a moment to spit right on your sticky cunt. itâs a loud âptuiâ and itâs a filthy slimy trail that dribbles past his lips, polishing near the creasing crevices of his mouth.
a rubber-gloved hand snakes toward the crack of your pried open thighs and he spanks your pussy, causing a cute shrieking squeal to leave out your strained cords. âalso, a reminder again. you didnât beat me. i let you win. big difference.â
âs- sure,â you sheepishly moan, feeling vapid air circle around you both.
the night was eerily and silently deadâyou swallowed thickly, praying no one would see you bent over your flashy pink hood getting eaten out by one of the most famous street racers in the world. although, the thought of getting caught made you throb in a way you didnât think it would.
heâs mean with his tongue.
geto was competitive in everything he did, including with how he ate it.
your strapped pants were pulled down along with your panties lazily sticking toward the side of your feeble quaking thighs.
within minutes his jaw would angrily ache, growing slack and locking from how it was reaching soreness - but he didnât care.
if he didnât win his race, the least he could do was win by eating you outâŠright?
getoâs designer mauve-colored helmet probably costed thousands and rests near the side of him. he took it off before he started to feast himself between your sprawled legs.
through hazed doe-like peripherals, you stare at it and admire the designs that paint across his visor.
everywhere, thereâs writing and designsâand again, you spot his famous autograph thatâs nearly written near the side. typical, of course, heâd autograph his helmet.
heâs suguru fuckinâ geto.
regardless though, youâre still nothinâ but a whining mess though, and as he continues to eat you out, you let off a sweet âooh!â as soon as he bites near your pearly clit.
itâs soft and tender, but it still makes you babble out a sobbing moan. his teeth gently nibbled against your pussy . . . leisurely slithering his tongue between your flooding flaps.
so good, each time you hear the wet smacks from his lips, you can hear geto huskily groaning out satisfying âmmmhâ âs.
itâs a feeling that makes your legs stagger within the firm hold of his hands. getoâs still wearing his gloves and each time the stretchy rubber rubs onto your skin, you moan. âfuck, fuckk,â you whine, and heâs groaning right against your sobbing cunt. his hairâs pinned back into a high messy ponytail - a few ravened strands running down the sides of his face. pretty long lashes of his were closed as he was slurping you clean.
so damn sweet . . . he wonders why heâs never seen you on the track until now. well- you were new. maybe he has seen you, but getoâs never been one to pay attention.
either way, you were a meal he didnât wanna stop tasting, ever.
and despite the bitter taste of defeat continuously lingering on his flat tongue even still . . your cunt sprinkled a bit of flavor to it, an aftertaste of vying rivalry . .
âmmph,â he grunts, feeling you push him further into your cunt with one hand. with a twist, you turn your torso just a bit to look down at him, bringing his face further. getoâs slick wet tongue slides across your nub before heâs sloppily thrusting it in and out of your weeping flowery entrance.
you whimper once he reaches that spot, feeling a sudden heave of a breath snatch its way out from your puffed lungs. getoâs dark brows amusingly knit together and heâs already nose deepâthe hooking bridge that smears against your pussy makes you nearly wail out a needy weep.
heâs smearing his face everywhere, and wet splotches of your juices started to coat his clear face.
but he doesnât mind - getoâs always been one to get a âlil dirty during a match.
two slack lips munch against your clit wholly before his lengthy tongue reaches toward your winking hole. âpff,â he clicks his tongue, letting off another husky groan once he feels the tint in his pants arises.
fuck, you made him hardâeven more, now that he was eating you out.
the louder you were, the more his dick twitched underneath the rough fabric of his jeans. itâs almost painful- the way his hardened bulge prods its way against the leathery fabric makes him suck his teeth. he needs you.
getoâs lips remain glued against your cunt before he uses a gloved thumb to peel your pudgy sweltering folds apart just a biiiit more.
his tongue creates a downward slope that trickles its way below your clitoral hood thatâs frantically throbbing right in his mouth.
ba dum, ba dum, ba dum. . .
pulse pulse pulse after fucking pulse,
a smoky chuckle echoed from his lips as his shoulders slightly shake and fuck- it vibrates against your pussy. âgod, sheâs a âlil crybaby isnât she,â he breathlessly mumbles as his thumb peels your soaked flaps all the way down. heâs intently staring inside, studying all the pretty nerves and your twitching nub before spitting right inside yet again.
airy cold breath fans over your nude slit and you whimper, feeling his tongue douse itself back inside. âwere you drivinâ around this wet the entire time, princess?â and you moan, feeling the rubber of his palm smear a few circles around your clit. âdrivinâ around, tryinâ to beat me with a pretty pussy this fuckinâ soaked?â
with a shivering whimper ghosting past your splintered lips, you snivel out a soft mewl.
âsuguâfuuuck, âm gonna cum,â and as your breath gets caught in your throat, you feel him grab a nice chunk of your ass.
at his very grip, he gives your rear a rude spank and the recoil makes him hum in amusement. so soft, the way it bounced just from his palm alone.
oh, and spanking you became his favorite thing to do, especially since you were so fucking noisy.
as a shrilling whine prepares to race out your strained esophagus, you nearly yank his head forward again, hearing him groan against your clit. âd- did you hear me? âm close, gonna cuââ
âyeah yeah girl, i heard you,â he swats your hand away, and the low grit that rumbles from underneath his tone makes you throb for the nth time.
geto brings a few digits up toward your cunt to rub against your runny folds, and he starts making out with your pussy - with tongue.
sloppy smacks slosh out from your crying folds and you gasp, feeling him impishly nip your clit with his teeth once more. âmmf,â and his eyes start to become low and hooded.
heâs pussy drunk, very much so.
geto eats you out until youâre abruptly coming undone on his tongue, letting off a sweet euphoric battle cry with your toes curling in your knee-high boots. fuck, and even as heâs savoring the syrupy taste that pours on his flat flushed tongue, heâs still eating you out.
with brief circular maneuvers of his tongue, heâs got you whimpering from the sensitivity. as a staticky twinge pulses through your pussy, your hand grabs at his hair hard, tugging near his roots, having to literally pry him apart.
your cunt was so sensitive, throbbing a plethora of pulses as your mouth fatally goes dry. âf- fuck,â you moan, and you can feel your legs stick together once they instinctively close shut.
âtsk. drama queen,â he soils his lips together that were now perfectly glossed from top to bottom with your juices.
oh, his chiseled chin was just shimmering with such sparkling sap that it even poured a stream down the lower part of his face. his tongue slides near the cracked corner of his right lip, and heâs just luxuriating at the treacly taste of you. if you tasted this good, maybe the second place wasnât so bad after all. .
as heâs still lapping up his lips with a wolffish grin, geto notices you openly gawking at his bulge and he snickers, patting his fly with a gloved hand. âitâs rude to stare, sweetheart.â
âitâs rude to walk around with a bulge that big.â
âoh yeah? how âbout you fix that problem for me then, rookie?â
a brat, almost as much of a brat as you.
geto gets silenced once you slam your lips onto his, not even batting an eyelash that youâre tasting yourself on his tongue thatâs swirling around yours.
itâs intense, you could feel your heartbeat start to match the exact pulsing pace from between your legs. his lips were icy, and you moanedâtasting a bit of mint that resides on his tongue.
his breath is freezing cold, itâs an almost sweet candied taste and you whine in his mouth once his hands start to roam up and down your body.
getoâs feeling you up- feeling up the pretty girl who just beat him in a race.
rough protected hands drag down your frame, taking in your curves before toying with the leather straps that droop against your pink lace-up chaps.
itâs as if even the kiss was far more competitive than the actual street race.
both desperately fought to win, swerving through each tongue like swerving lanes.
geto grunts, lightly pushing your ass back against the hood of your car. as tongues twist and tango in lewd unison, he seductively sucks on your pointed tip.
as getoâs eyes open halfway, you open yours, and heâs just staring at you with a look of feral - a carnal smug grin tweaking on each side of his lips.
âturn around again, pretty. hands on yâr hood likeâŠthis,â and once he spreads you apart, you moan once he rubs his bulge against the middle fabric of your pants. âgood hah- messy girl.â his bulge was so damn hard, it felt like a brick.
the more he rubbed himself against you, the more your body ached and yearned for more.
oh..
his hands, geto kept his racing gloves on the entire time. as the stretchy rubber sensually crawls down your waist, you hear the jangling of his studded skull belt. with a few shuffles, he leans up close, pinning your hands behind your back like you were under arrest.
âjust for the record again, you didnât âbeatâ me, you cheated,â and you scoff, feeling frigid air waft between your inner thighs. oh- here he goes again. talk about a sore fuckinâ loser.
âsurâ mmph,â and he cuts you off, placing a gloved palm over your mouth.
âquiiiiet, youâll get your turn to talk,â he cuts you off, and you let off a moan once you feel his bulbous tip smack against your sopping cunt.
itâs loud..
dozens of paps and squelches leave it right away and he plants a wet kiss near your exposed neck.
the rubs from his blushing reddened cockhead make loud noises that constantly replay through your empty mind.
âsee? let her talk,â and you swallow thickly, feeling him use an extra hand to pry your legs apart further. clammy, big hands glue against the pink hood of your car before your tongue tastes the metallic fibers of his glove. âso eager. poor baby,â he coos against your ear, feeling you trying to swallow and gulp him down right away. your twitching pussyâs aching, and you canât help the pathetic whimpers that hiccup from your lips. you even try to wriggle your ass but he rubs a hand underneath your clit. âaw, impatient are we? whatâs the sayinâ, princess? slow ân steady wins the race?â
âokayâŠbut i beat you,â was what you were saying in your head⊠but you sort of forgot his hand was covering your mouth. duh girl.
âmmphââ you let off a muffled moan against the palm of his hand, trying to wriggle your ass against him harder.
geto lowly groans and then you groan, feeling what was a piercing that attaches toward his pre-creamed dewy frenulum. geto strokes himself a bit, fisting his cock. with hooded, jaded eyes, he watches his loose skin peel back before arising up again and he hisses. the frenulum perfectly hooks itself over his tip, and oh- how you wished you could have seen it.
you couldnât see but, fuck did you feel it.
youâre so wet, your swollen pussy lips resemble a blossoming flower as he spreads you apart with two scissoring rubber fingers.
his dick piercing almost tickles once it starts to rub against you some more. he swipes it all against your clit, teasing it near your opening before pulling it right back out. âfuck,â you whine once he finally removes his palm from your mouth, glossy strands of your saliva coating the entirety of your hand. âh.. hurry up, suguru. âm gonna fall asleep at this rate.â
geto rolls his eyes, and thatâs when with a semi-loud thud, your chest lands against your hood.
âoh please..â he murmurs, a brow twisting upward in annoyance. one of his hands still has its grip on your wrists and you bite your lip in anticipation.
getoâs tip leaked with creamy coating pre, and you felt remnants of it sprinkle against your entrance. with a raspy grunt, he drags his angered pierced crownhead down your drooling folds before roughly smacking it against your cunt.
more sloppy wet splats! of squelches spurt out from your folds as if itâs saying its own kind of lewd language and he grunts.
geto makes sure youâre arched over the hood of your car before whistling at your presented frame. âso damnâŠpretty,â and within seconds, heâs easing his way inside.
immediately, your eyes widen with your jaw collapsing down like earlierâfuck, heâs big.
from the countless times, you stared at his bulge, you figured as much. getoâs vast head had a rosy-pink tint of vermillion with how close it mirrored to being a pinkish red.
sucking in a greedy breath, he watches as heâs gradually disappearing inside of your cunt. his pierced dick made things even more sensitive, and you moan once you feel the piercing softly graze its way inside of your fluttering orifice.
pasty gummy walls welcome him, and now itâs his turn to bite his lip.
âhng, f- fuckinâ big,â you try to inhale a single breath, and he raises your leg just a bit. it now sits over your hood- and damn it, the angle he has was just brutal.
you just knew you were gonna feel him everywhere.
getoâs obelisk-like girth was wide ân fuckinâ tall, you felt him fully and the shaft ring thatâs on top of his top continues to kiss against your sensitive throbbing nub.
prince albert to be specific!
it decorates his tip perfectly, making sure to tickle inside of you as heâs feeling you clamp down. âshiiiit,â you slur out your words in a mere whiny syllable, gasping at the curved column of his fat dick search through your walls like a maze. heâs expanding through you and you canât help but part your lips, squealing before letting off a cute, âooohh!â
your hand prints stick against the pink-stained hood of your car due to the insane amounts of perspiration and you whine once he gives you one biiiig thrust.
just one- and ah!
it rocks your world - literally.
you let off a cute squealing shriek, your legs shimmying a bit from his pressed-up weight.
âatta girl, bare âround me, good girlâfuck,â and the warmth you envelop his dick with makes him groan. your pussy was clingy, already so eager to devour him whole.
within a few punctuated thrusts to start, getoâs finally fucking you and each vigorous piston of his honed snatched hips makes your crossed eyes roll back in needy rapture.
his hands now stick toward your sides and youâre just whimpering from his size over and over again.
weighty inches pound into you at full speed, giving you whiplash every time as he impales your sweet greedy cunt. âfuck, mhm,â you bawl a fist against your car, gritting your teeth. riiiight there, the moment his tip smooches its way against that pretty bullseye spot, itâs over. there, he locates a spongy texture with the mushroomy pierced crown of his cock and it earns out a sobbing whimper from you. âahng! right there, fuck. faster, there sugu.â
âright there, fuuuuck. faster there, sugu,â he mocks your whiny babbles, fully exaggerating.
to hell with him, you didnât even sound like that but oh, did he enjoy getting on your nerves. just like you did- cute.
getoâs hefty sack smacks back against you from each nudging thrust he creates with his hips. every time, it makes him groan at how your body cutely slams back against him. with how sharp your ass pounds on his dick, those pretty wet sounds singing straight from your cunt- a sound way better than screeching tire wheels. âgod, so fuckinâ warm. hah, squeezinâ all around me,â and as his irregular breathing patterns pick up, he leans in to kiss a slope down your neck. âbend over just a bit more- hah. there we go, m- my good girl.â
as your chest continued to lie flat down against your carâs hood nowâheâs got you at such an angle to where you feel his cock expand everywhere.
it reaches every depth and rummages through every open orifice or just about near it. âoh my god!â you whimper out, hearing the sloppy sounds of your cunt whistle through the silent night. getoâs hitting you deep, slamming his keen hips into you with such rhythm, and each time he does, your brain short circuits.
tiny invisible stars circle and float over your head as youâre completely dumbfounded, thinking about nothing but how big his cock is and the way his pierced tip just plummets its way in and out of your drooling cunt.
speaking of droolingâyou were starting to drool from the slit cracks of your mouth. you couldnât help it- his dick was out of this world, and maybe you were exaggerating but fuck, you didnât want him to stop. ever.
getoâs hastily rearranging your insides with just a few inches and it felt oh so good.
it was so good that you forgot the two of you raced together. you forgot about street racing as a whole, and instead, he had you dumb from his dick. âbiiiiig fuckinâ stretch baby,â heâd grunt, starting to witness viscid stringy strands glue against each slapping thighs. getoâs dick slips out for a minute and he groans, gradually sliding himself back in.
itâs a sloppy âpopâ that rings between your cunt and itâs cute. you were wringing him dry, and with how wet you were, it wasnât exactly helping things.
getoâs hot breath brushes against the open part of your neck before he gives your ass another playful swat. âfuck, thatâs it. fuck back against me, donât get lazy, uh huh. work those hips baby, f- fuck.â
as you weakly try to sway your ass into him to coordinate in sync with his crazed hips, he holds you in placeâpumping inch after inch into you.
his cock sheaths inside between your syrupy-coated pussy almost effortlessly, and you let off a melodic moan the second his tip starts making out with your g-spot.
the pierced bulbous head dared to french kiss against thereâmaking you writhe around him, on the verge of losing composure. you donât think youâve felt more sensitive than ever.
getoâs silvery dick piercing probes up and down your pearly clit every few seconds and he grunts at the gripping friction. âsuguruâŠ..fuuuck!â and as your words start to get bouncy, more sweet whimpers rose out of your sore throat. âmore, more.â
âungh,â he purses his lips together as he feels your cunt hungrily swallow his cock from top to bottom. with a rough pound, your ass smacks against his baseâright near his tender plump testes and he groans.
such power-
even getoâs stunned for a moment, and his head throws itself back. the air surrounding you both starts to feel thick as smoke, and his eyes glance at your exposed backside thatâs oh-so-pretty while arched.
all for him, and him only.
getoâs hips were simply maddened, and even he didnât care about the race anymore.
well actually, maybe he did a little..
your pussy was brimmed with cock â sooo full, and you felt yourself starting to pant quicker and quicker. itâs as if you were having a literal street race with your breathing. getoâs getting lost inside of you, and itâs only a matter of time before his hips turn wildly sloppy.
gloved hands still reel you back into him as heâs breaking sweats within each long millisecond that passes. âpheww,â heâd wipe a sheet of sweat off his forehead, veins bulging in his beefy tatted arms. the drenching grip you had on his dick had him craving moreâŠmore of you.
the stoutness of his shaft jackhammers inside of your walls repeatedly until youâre on the verge of breaking yet again. geto grunts, the loud quick snap of his hips bringing him back to reality every time heâs about to go into another fantasm.
âfuuuck, âm gonna cum,â his words come out in a quiet rasp, and he claws a hand near the back crown of your head. âgod,â his jaw tightens, and geto leans right up close to your neck, panting heavily against the outer shell of your ear. as long tangled tresses of hair freely cascade past his shoulders - all ruffled and messy from his helmet, he groans. âwhere do ya want it, sweetheart. tell mââ
âinsideee,â you whine, barely giving him time to finish his husky words. your legs slightly raise against your headlight as itâs still stretched up and over.
getoâs still hitting you deep - so deeply good, swollen tip massaging every part of your clit and all. dozens of your toes curl up in erotic excitement as your tongue lolls out. you probably looked a sight. âinside, sugu, in- fuckinâ- side.â
sassily smacking his lips together, he spanks you. âtch, dumb girl,â and the racer brings a hand to wrap around your neck. with a firm safe grip, his gloved thumb caresses a trail up your neck before he drills into you much quicker.
each snap of his hips draws out harmonic whines from you, gargled moans following out of your throat shortly afterward. the burn thatâs twinging near the undersides of his thighs grows more and more intense before he geto lets out a guttural growl.
soâŠâŠdamnâŠ.. wet..
your flooding cuntâs slathering all over him, dripping near his base and he canât help but snicker. âhah, fine. better hold still though.â
âfuck,â you whimper in response, feeling his sharp hips pound into you at such a pace. his rhythm was insane and there was no way in hell you could match his pace.
when it came to getoâs speed- yeah, youâd always lose. sure, you may have won today but when it came to his cock- you were losing with the hasty speed of his hips drilling into you at such miles per fuckinâ hour. .
as his turgid fat tip gives its final thrusting pumps inside of your cunt, getoâs body starts to violently shudder.
oh.. you were about to wring him dry. with a mewling slosh sound leaving the front your folds, you gush out yet again.
but at the same timeâŠ. so does he.
getoâs head remained tossed back with his round adamâs apple bobbing out of his throat. gnawing in the inside of his squishy cheek, he lets off a low grunt. his abs cockily flex through the white tee that tucks underneath his half-on leather jacket.
geto pulls out though, and itâs quick like the flash. he doesnât finish inside to your devastated surprise, and a downturned pout forms on your lips. he huffs, watching such creamy-white amounts gush ân goo out in ropes and he sprays it on the outside of your pussy.
âdamn,â he murmurs, feeling the awkward needy fidget of your hips. cute. darkened eyes remain on you the entire time and he grabs ahold of his veiny cock, aligning hit pierced tip against your pearled throbbing clit. âheh.. ainât that a pretty sight,â and he smears it all against your pasty-creamed entrance.
now . . itâs painted with his color, white.
and geto came a lot because itâs still trickling out in ribbony globs, filthily oozing from the thick girthy sides and all like an erupted volcano. his teeth get caught by his quivering bottom lip as he watches such immoderate ropes of cum leave out of him. âsuch a- hah, messy girl,â and as heâs still lathering his sloppy seed thatâs pouring out, sticking wads of splotches between the heat of your thighs, geto squeezes your ass. âawww,â he huffs breathily, noticing a few ivory stains splattered near the pink bumper of your car. âoops. might wanna clean that, sweetheart.â
hours passed . . many hours, and to say that you got fucked stupid was merely an understatement.
suguru geto had the stamina equivalent to a toyota supra MK4. his horsepower was his hips- with the added addition of his cock driving in and out of you.
but oh- you knew he wouldnât be running out of gas soon.
or would he?
so. . many rounds, geto had you questioning your insanity the entire time, all because of his dick. if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was to fuck.
whether it involved his tongue or not, he knew how to make you feel good. it was one of the many things he excelled at, truly.
the only thing that got in the way was his cocky smug ego. every few seconds, heâd boast and remind you for the umpteenth time that your win was an unruly cheat, a hoax, or that he just couldnât see the finish line because of your pink fucking smoke.
of course, geto didnât say that part, that would have been him admitting that he lost the race and his pride couldnât let him admit that he lost fair in squareâ
but your pussy could.
âhngh,â he falls back against your front cottony plus seat. geto grunts with a scowl entrapped in his thoughts. you pushed him - the audacity.
both of you were still sensitive but you had a tiny trick up your sleeve. âgot some.. nerve,â and with low-dropped eyes, he watches you align yourself on his swollen pierced tip yet again.
heâs soft-flaccid, and he was pretty ran down. maybe now, geto was finally starting to run out of gas. with sweltering reddened lips smearing together, he watches you pick back up his expensive helmet, putting it over your head. âoh, gonna ride me while wearing my helmet, yeah? do your worsâ oh.. fuck.â
his priggish words come to a not-so comedic halt the moment your cunt slams down on his cock. geto was still sensitive and he slouches back against your programming warming seat, dark eyes rolling back.
âgoddamnnn,â and as your hips swerve around in circles identical to 360 car donuts, he sees you touching yourself while wearing his helmet. âfuckinâ bratâgod.â
âaw,â you mock the exact faux caring tone he did to you earlier, making him touch you by bringing his shaky rubber hands toward your chest. getoâs fingers feel against the cropped top you wore, squeezing at your jiggling neglected breasts. âcâmon, sugu. i gotta guide your hands now too?â
âtch, shut up,â he groans, his heavy-sunken base sticking near your skin. dried splotches of cum glue against your sheeny ass as your hips continue to whirl ân rotate. you were unpredictableâyou moved and jerked while he sat there with the most pussy drunken expression. geto lowly grunts, already feeling his balls starting to tighten up. he was trying to stop a sleazy grin from forming and oh.. was your cunt just making it impossible. âshit, âm not gonna last. s- still fuckinâ sensitiveâŠ. fuuuckk.â
the pink hondaâs loud grumbling engine resounds through the echoey walls of the isolated garage with only the sounds of sheer skin slapping and a mixture of grunts following afterward. without thinking, you lift his helmet off of you, leaning in to kiss him and he returns the gesture almost right away.
getoâs lips were a tad bit delayed once they pressed onto yours. its a small yet cute detail- how heâs so pussy drink that he could barely crash his lips onto yours. as heâs moaning from your hands feeling on his burly tatted arms, his tongue sloppily delves into your mouth with no rhythm whatsoever.
maybe you were crazy, but you think you heard a whimper leave from his lips as he tried to nibble on your tongue. geto grunts, feeling that same pressure from earlier build up and fuck.. you were about to make a mess out of him . . . again!
his dick stills itself inside of you and his hands continue to roam down your body, further and further away from your jostling bouncy tits. âfuck âm cumminggg,â heâd moan between sultry kisses as stringy strands of saliva entangle with one another.
wetly, they form a web of sheeny lustrous cobwebs. getoâs foot rests against your bedazzled hard brake pedal before within seconds, he cums again.
this time, inside.
but itâs different this time- so so different.
it feels tenderly warm..
such hot gooey amounts dribble inside of you, spraying further inside your precious womb and you hum at the feeling.
his pierced cock fitting real nice and snug inside and you moan into his mouth, cocking your head in different directions as you trap his lips with another steamy kiss. âmmph.â a muffled whimper gets caught against your lips and you can already start to feel the whiteish searing ropes of fresh cum trail down the insides of your thighs. geto feels you slowing down on his lapâstill buried balls deep, and he grunts in defeat..
soon, embarrassment overtakes him once he realizes how early he finished.
itâs a lot, again.
a thick load splatters heavily inside and past the inner lining of your cunt and heâs shivering underneath you. once you finally break away from his lips, your eyes meet his.
getoâs staring back at you, and you donât see that cocky sly look in his eyes that everyone else sees.
right now, he looksâŠneedy, and you think you broke him.
âwhat . . ?â he grouses, his hands still attached to your waist. his grip- it was gentle and tender a rubber thumb softly caressing down your curve. geto wasnât ready for you to leave the garage, at least not yet.
âsay it, pretty boy,â you whisper, pressing a kiss near his chin. your touch - it drove him mad.
never in a million years would he, suguru geto- have thought heâd get humbled by a rookie . .
humbled by you.
getoâs shooting straight daggers at you, but you can tell how flustered he is because he breaks eye contact a second later. youâre making him nervous, the same feeling he was making you at first when you had your first encounter with him.
as getoâs still warmly buried inside, he grunts once you take it upon yourself to softly wrap a hand around his throat.
oh- you were a mere tease, mimicking his exact movements from earlier. slightly wide-eyed and all, geto stares at you. and as he doesâthereâs that familiar glimpse of brattiness glimmering in his irises again.
you fucking turned him on..
âheh, f- fine then,â he stammers, heaving every few seconds to catch his irregular breaths. his body felt like it was on empty. no more gas left in him and that same cunning grin that plastered on his lips slowly started to fade.
getoâs not so cocky now, and in factâ he lets off a soft quiet whimper once you start to grind against his lap.
shakily, his hand squeezes your ass before finishing his sentence in a shaky defeated rasp.
âyou . . fuckinâ win, sweetheart,â and you let off a sweet gasp once a loud smack! interrupts the moment, his hand swatting against your ass. âmhm,â geto grunts, âdidnât s- say stop. finish ridinâ me, sweetheart,â and his gloved finger swirls itself inside of your stuffed full cunt before pulling it right back out.
again, heâs filthy.
and even while being in such a state, geto brings his fingers up to his lips, slowly poppinâ them into his mouth before tasting the concoction mixture of both bittersweet messes. your syrupy cum and his.
quickly, he presses the tips of his rubber fingers toward his uvula, before staring at you with a greedy smug expression. heâs panting harshly, still trying to get over how you just outrode him literally, and he laps up his fingers right in front of you.
geto reclines your seat back a bit as you still straddled him, and he gives your ass its final spank before tiredly huffing,
âbest- two out of three, what do ya say, r- rookie?heh..â
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Play fighting with Boxer!Sukuna
Note: Reader is referred to as girlfriend at one point.
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âBabe.â
âNot right now.â
âBabe.â
âSukuna, I promise Iâll be done with this book soon.â
He huffed and fell back onto the couch. He had been trying to get your attention for the past 30 minutes but you were adamant on finishing your book. This is all the fault of that damn community book club your coworker recommended you join. Now whenever, youâre off work and Sukuna doesnât have to train, youâre reading. Usually the two of you spent almost all your spare time together but now you spent half of it reading your newest book for your weekly discussion. You always did your best to spoil him with kisses and cuddles but it was never enough.
Book club be damned, he needed you to be superglued to his side every single second.
âMy girlfriend has a side man and heâs made of paper.â He huffed to himself as he watched you intently read. What was so great about your book anyway? Was it worth ignoring your gorgeous (and shirtless) boyfriend? He even had a tattoo of your name on his left pec and you were still choosing to smother a book with your attention.
Sukunaâs wallowing turned him creative- he stood in front of you, trying to make sure your guard was down. You didnât look up which meant that you were still engrossed in your book. His hand swooped in and swiftly snatched the book from you. âSukuna.â you groaned. âGive it back, I was at a good part.â You got up to grab it from him but he raised it above his head. âKiss me.â You glared at him and gave him a quick peck on his lips. âDone, now give it.â
âNo.â He nonchalantly replied. âBut I kissed you.â You wondered why he was being particularly irritating today.
âThat was me begging for a morsel of your attention. Now cuddle me if you want it.â He said and cheekily smirked.
You ignored him and hopped trying to get your book. Sukuna simply dodged your sad attempts and laughed every time you missed. âI donât even know why youâre trying.â You gave him a pointed look at his comment.
âOkay, fine, you can have your book if you beat me in a fight.â
âWhat? That makes no sense.â You couldnât believe this man. âIt seems like a fair challenge to me.â He said as he walked to a particularly high shelf and placed your book on top of it. âYou know I can just use my stepping stool for that, right?â You said before scoffing at him.
âThen itâs a good thing I hid it.â His sarcastic smile was now pissing you off. âBut you literally fight for a living. You have the upper hand.â
âIâm in love with you. Use that as a distraction. Come on, letâs go to the ring.â You were speechless as he dragged you to the fighting âringâ (also known as your bedroom).
Since you had a smaller frame than him, he agreed to let you have the first hit. You sighed and braced yourself. You didnât have much of a strategy except for charging at him with such a high speed that heâd fall on the bed and would accept defeat.
But as soon as you were in close distance, he caught both your arms, turned you around and threw you on the bed. He didnât give you a second to get up before he straddled you. âHaha!â He exclaimed. Seeing you all riled up underneath him was a sight he was used to but it never failed to awe him.
âFeels familiar, doesnât it?â He asked as he began to lower himself to face you. âThis is so unfair! Youâre like 200 pounds, I canât even move you.â You said as you tried to push him off. Sukuna grabbed your hands that were fighting him and he playfully wrestled them. Who knows what wouldâve happened if he used his real strength.
Thank goodness for your quick thinking because you remembered that Sukuna was extremely ticklish so you pulled your hand out of his grasp with all the strength you could muster up and started poking his sides. âBabe!â He yelled before toppling over to his side. It was your turn to straddle him and before you could pin his arms beside his head, he caught yours and pulled you down to him. He wrapped his muscular arms around you and tucked your head under his chin. Your cheeks were mushed against the very tattoo of your name.
You were literally stuck in one position. The more you tried to move the tighter heâd hold you. âSukuna, you cheater. Why do I always do this to myself?â You sighed, accepting defeat.
Sukuna kissed your forehead and laid you both on your sides, still not letting you go. âSweet, sweet victory.â He whispered to himself.
-âą-
I need to be (lovingly) smothered by a beefy nerd. Someone like Clark Kent.
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promise
{mlb!megumi fushiguro x f!reader}
summary: halloween calls for pumpkin carving, cliche horror movies, and most importantly, a penthouse halloween partyâ only the best of the best invited amongst the world of professional athletes and teams, and you looking forward to this event and giddy as you stood in the ambiance of fake spiderwebs and skeletonsâŠ. but megumi is tested. patience running thin when every single man there seemed to track you like a dog, and you thrown off when a certain megumi admirer crosses the line with her absurd words and phrasing⊠unbeknownst to you that she had it out for you, planning schemes to get what she wants and stopping at nothing to get itâ and what she wants being something that already belonged to you⊠megumi fushiguro.
warnings: MDNI. FLUUUFFF, angst, JEALOUSYYY YEESH, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of inebriation, afab!reader, cursing, use of y/n, pet names, penthouse party, FERAL SMUUTT, dom reader AND dom megumi HEEE, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it yâall), bondage, creampie, scary halloween sex, megumi is COOCKOO IN THE COCONUTS, reader is bratty, megumi is a jealous freak, all characters are aged up.
word count: 19.8k
authors note: OKAAAYYY MLB!MEGUMI FOOOUURRR AAAHHH THIS IS CRAZZZYYY !! LETS ALL COME TOGETHER AND PRAAYYY for what yâall are about to read, and i hope you all LOVEE ITT AND THIRST WITHH MEEE !!! UGH this was an absolute privilege to write for you all and i can only hope once again that i delivered !! <333 I LOVE YOU SOOOO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT !! <333 MWAAAHHH !!
i highly advise you to read the other parts of this series or else you wonât be able to understand some of the storyline and references :( you can find my mlb!megumi fushiguro masterlist here!
âwhatâs that baby.â
you leaned away from the mirror and looked at megumi, him sat patiently and content on the edge of the tub as he watched you do your makeup.
âthis?â you held up your mascara wand and he nodded. âmascara gumi! it goes on my lashes and helps them look preeettyyy.â
you looked to the mirror and leaned over the sink again, dipping the mascara wand in the tube, muttering. âor at least i hope it doesâŠâ
megumi huffed a breath of amused air through his nose. âit does.â
you grinned, stepping away from the sink and walking over to him as you extended an arm, offering the little wand.
âwanna help mee?â
he pinched his brows momentarily before reaching and taking it from your waiting hand, mumbling. âi donât know how baby⊠i donât wanna poke your eye.â
you laughed a little and perched yourself up on his lap gently, megumi readjusting so youâd be comfortable and placing a cold hand on your thigh.
âyou wonât gumi! iâll show you lookââ
you took the wand back from him and raised the bristle to your eye, sliding it up slowly against your lash as megumi focused his gaze on what you were doing, face so serious that it made you giggle.
âhere! you try.â you smiled sweetly, passing it back to him as you excitedly waited for him to copy what you did.
he brought the bristle to your other eye, fingers coming up to gently hold your jaw and keep you in place as he brought up the wand, delicately running the mascara over your lashes with precision.
you stared at him, the way his deep blue eyes tracked his own movements so carefully with furrowed eyebrows as you could tell he was trying his hardest to stay away from your actual eyeball, you finding it difficult to stay still and not swoon over his striking features that never failed to hinder your normal brainy functionsâ his face close to yours.
âgumi.â
âhm?â
âyour lashes are so beautiful.â
the side of his lip curled up in amusement.
âtheyâre.. eyelashes.â
âlucious eyelashes my godâŠâ you murmured as he moved the bristles away from you and lowered his hand. âtheyâre so long and sexy.â
he snorted and lifted his hand to give you back the wand, you happily taking it as he then mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and kissed your puckered lips.
âyou almost ready.â
âyes!â you responded, standing from his lap and walking over to the sink to take a look at his work, giving him a cheeky thumbs up at the results with a cute smile before dipping the bristles back in the shiny gold tube, coating a bit more of the product on your lash for a fuller look.
halloween was one of your most favorite holidays of the year, right next to valentineâs day and megumiâs birthday as the overall feel of horror, carved pumpkins, and cheesy gore just did something to you that made you sickeningly giddy and riled up whenever you and megumi participated in fall activities each year.
and today was just thatâ you and your boyfriend getting ready (well mostly you) for a halloween party taking place just about an hour from now, going as a couples costume that consisted of you dressed up as a slutty cupid and him one of your victims, his simple white long sleeved button up and black pants all it was since you didnât have the heart to make him wear an actual costume, knowing he would probably be embarrassed by it and keep the fact from you.
but the event you were attending wasnât just any halloween party.
it was the fucking halloween party for any professional athlete across the globe, exclusive as hell, and teams from literally everywhere invited as long as they were the best of the best and honed in several winning titles under their beltsâ megumi and his team being no exception as they got invited every single year with the event manager practically begging megumi and yuji in particular to attend, but megumi always missing out every year due to his general dislike for parties.
but you loved parties. and he knew that.
and seeing how upset you got last year not being able to go because one of your professors decided to be a dick and assign an exam the day of halloweenâ
megumi silently made sure that this year you both would be able to go, regardless of what he thought about parties so as long as you were there.
âi just need to put on my corset and wings.â you screwed the mascara tube shut. âiâll be back!ââ
âyouâre not changing in here?â he asked confusedly.
ââŠno.â
âwhy not.â
âbecause i need privacy gumi.â
he gave you a deadpanned look. âiâve seen you naked baby.â
a fiery pink blush rose to your cheeks as you started stiffly side stepping closer to the door.
âokay?â you pursed your lips. âwater is wet. the sky is blue. iâm horny because of your costumeââ
megumi laughed loudly as your voice trailed off down the hall, you skipping into his room and throwing your top off over your head so you could put on your cherry red corset, it already fucking suffocating you and you hadnât even tied the laces yet as you quickly slipped on your white thigh high socks and little wings, running down the hall again back to the restroom.
âoh my god i canât breatheââ
âjesus christ.â
âwhat?!â you froze and looked down at your costume. âwhat does it look bad? do i look trashy? do i look stupidââ
âno baby no.â megumi spoke gently, embarrassed that he accidentally let his reaction slip. âsâcute. i like it.â
you smiled sweetly, nodding and turning to look at the mirror to lace up your corsetâ each tug and pull from your hands only pushing your godly tits further up and up and up until megumi had to grip the sides of the tub to keep himself from grabbing you and taking your white mini skirt off, your soft tits now sitting pretty and puffy at the top of your corset with a tied lacey bow.
you breathed in deeply as you set your hands on your hips, barely even having room to properly exhale as you tried to get yourself accustomed to it.
âiâm gonna die.â
megumi chuckled and stood, walking over to you and settling his long arms around your waist, pulling you in.
âloosen it a little baby.â he leaned to the side to look at your skirt, one hand coming down to tug at it. âis this how short it is?â
âyup!â you cheekily grinned, pecking his rosy cheek. âiâm going as a little slut.â
he playfully rolled his eyes and smoothed his hands over the material of your corset, eyes wanting to lock themselves straight with your tits again but refraining himself from doing so.
âand halloween is like my religion gumi.â you propped your chin up on his chest. âitâd be a disgrace if i loosened up my corset like a freaking loser.â
megumi laughed, his pearly smile making your heart flutter as you stood up on your tippy toes and kissed him.
âkay, you ready?â
he looked at you confusedly. âfor what?â
âfor the lipstick kisses!â you stepped away from his arms and dug into your makeup bag on the counter. âitâs part of your costume baby itâs like i made you fall in love but with me âcause iâm cupid and i shot you with an arrow and now you love me and stuffâŠâ
megumi watched you pull out your red lipstick and unscrew the top, sliding the end of it over your lips carefully before pressing them into a thin line and spreading the product around, leaning back from the mirror.
you turned to him. âready ready?â
he nodded and let you tug him down by his collar, you undoing a few buttons from the top so his chest would show as you moved and pressed a gentle but solid kiss to his collarbone.
and megumi took note of then that you never really had to do anything for him to get riled up, because you being you and with each little kiss that trailed up his neck and left behind scattered red lipstick marks, had him blushing furiously and looking to the side, a particular peck to the edge of his adamâs apple causing him to harshly suck in a breath through his nose.
megumi loved halloween.
you finished with a kiss to his jaw, pulling back and eyes lighting up at the sight of him covered in your red smooches, you gently nudging him to look in the mirror.
âyou look so cuuutee guumiii!â you gushed, a silly smile on your face as you admired your work and pointed at him funnily through the mirror, but faltering and head snapping in his direction once you saw his blank blinking eyes.
âwhat?â you asked softly, brows furrowed in concern. âare you okay? do you not like it? i couldâ i could take it offââ
you went to reach for the makeup wipes in your bag until megumi caught your wrist and yanked you forward, dropping his face into your breasts and biting down on a puffy tit as you gasped.
âgumi!â you laughed, hands pushing at his chest as he dragged a long wet stripe up from your boob to the side of your neck. ânot right now!â
âwhy not.â he mumbled, pulling your waist in again and biting down on the side of your neck, his mouth traveling back to your tits. âiâll be fast.â
your cheeks grew hot as he gnawed and bit over your boobs, your body melting with each lick and little by little giving in to him as you felt yourself dazedly lean forward into his chest.
but the party.
âwâ wonât we be late?â you asked softly, thighs clamping together at the way he slipped his hand up your skirt to grope your ass.
âjust a little pretty babyâŠâ he murmured against your skin, fingers slowly creeping under your panties. âwanna feel you around myââ
a blaring chime rang through the bathroom, your phone vibrating against the counter as you tried to pull away from megumi and retrieve it.
âmyâ baby my phoneââ
âleave it.â
âbut itâs my best friendââ
you extended a strained arm, outstretched fingers clawing to grab at your phone as he continued to assault your neck and tits, almost knocking it off the counter instead as you alternately decided to put your phone on speaker, tapping your finger on the screen to answer the call with your frame still utterly caged in megumiâs arms.
âhelââ
ây/n oh my god please help me!â
your eyebrows furrowed in concern while you literally wrestled with your boyfriend at this point to let you go, him snickering and biting down harder on your skin as you giggled.
âwhatâ what happened?â
âi canât lace up my costumeee!â she whined. âare you at megumiâs place still?! yuji doesnât know how to do it he almost snapped the ribbon twice and i canât see because itâs on my back and weâre gonna be fucking lateââ
you gasped. âoh noâ yes! yes i am hurry so i can help youââ
âperfect iâm already at the doorââ
megumi huffed, rolling his eyes as he straightened up and softly let you go, you looking up at him with apologetic eyes and reaching up to caress his cheek.
âiâm sorry gumi⊠we can have sex when we get back!â
âyou canâ what?!â your girl friend shrieked over the phone, both of megumiâs hands slapping over your mouth with blushing cheeks. âyou freaks open the damn door!â
âmâsorry mâsorry mâsorry!ââ
megumi laughed and kissed your forehead, dropping his hands and turning to leave the bathroom to get the door as your girl friend still yelled over the other lineâ a combination of what you had said and about her corset until you actually heard her in person down the hallway through the living room.
ây/n help me please dear godâ move megumiââ
fast clicking heels echoed down the hall until they reached you, your best friend heaving as she slumped against the door frame with a trail of dark blue ribbon behind her, the corset of her slutty police officer costume loose around her body as she clutched it against herself.
âiâm so scared the ribbon is gonna snap.â she breathed out. âyuji pulled it so fucking hard i heard a ripââ
âis it okay?!â
yuji ran into the bathroom as soon as you ushered her in and gently turned her around, inspecting the ribbon.
âbabe iâm sorry iâm so sorry please forgive meââ
âwhy did you keep tightening it when i told you to stop?â your girl friend stressed, holding onto the edge of the counter as you proceeded to lace up her corset.
âi donât know iâm stupid iâm sorryââ
âitâs fineââ
âno i need the death penalty right nowââ
megumi appeared behind yuji then with a cold look on his face, arms crossed as he leaned against the hallway wall and listened to the commotion happening in his own fucking apartment that annoyingly hindered the moment he was having with you minutes prior.
âyou guys the ribbon is okay.â you began, quickly fastening it through various loops and crosses. âthere was a little tear in it but not that bad! it shouldnât give out.â
they both breathed out a dramatic sigh of relief and you giggled at that, finishing up the lacing with a cute bow at the bottom that matched yours and stepping back, your girl friend happily looking at the ribbon through the mirror then before throwing her arms around your neck and giving you a big kiss on the cheek.
âi love you thank you!â
âmhm!â you sweetly responded, looking over and readjusting the rest of her costume as she started pinning down her little police officer hat, yuji guiltily sulking in the back and megumi disappearing off somewhere.
âbabe i told you itâs okay!â your best friend laughed, turning around to ruffle up his pink hair. âit didnât rip that much and you didnât mean to at all either.â
he nodded and kissed her cheek, running a hand up and down her side.
âi know i just feel bad⊠i wouldâve fucked up your costume.â
she shrugged, running her hands over his white ribbed tank top. âand we wouldâve figured something else out! i was already thinking of using my shoe laces instead.â
you laughed a bit, the sight of yuji wearing bright orange prison pants with his top a funny one as your best friend reached into the back pocket of her shorts to pull out her phone, you fixing over the straps of your little cupid wings in the mirror.
âiâm gonna down every single fucking fruity drink i see.â you spoke excitedly. âoh! you guys do they still do the bottle sparkler drinks you told me about? the ones they bring out and light on fire andââ
âyeaahhh!â yuji exclaimed. âthey do holy fuck iâm getting in line for that i donât care if i black out drunk you only live onceââ
your girl friends sudden gasp made you both jump and look at her.
âoh my godââ she frantically scrolled through her phone. âoh my god we have to go we have to goââ
âwhat?!â you peered over her shoulder to try and look at her screen. âwhy?! what happened whatâ are we too lateââ
she spun around and grabbed your shoulders. âtheâ the nfl cheerleaders! they showed up y/n the fucking cheerleadersââ
âoh my god!â you quickly shoved your scattered about makeup into your bag and flung your curler and straightener under the sink. âwe have to go we have to go we need to butter our way in this is our chance to be one of themââ
âoh my god oh my godââ she hurriedly pinned her toy badge to her chest before snatching yujiâs hand and running out of the bathroom, yelling from down the hall. âweâll meet you guys there y/n! call me as soon as you park!â
âokay!â you called back, megumi soon after silently appearing with your cherry red mary jane pumpsâ dangling loosely from his fingers.
âoh my goodness thank you gumi i couldnât find those!â you tumbled out quickly, following his lead when he guided you to sit down on the edge of the tub, him getting down on a knee and lifting your ankle up to slip and strap your heels on for you.
âdid you hear?â you grinned, bouncing in your spot. âthe nfl cheerleaders showed up.â
he chuckled lowly. âi did baby. i heard all the way from my room.â
you bit down on your bottom lip to suppress a squeal, megumi gently setting down one ankle and lifting the other.
âwould you still love me if i was a cheerleader for the nfl.â
he snorted. âyes. why wouldnât i?â
âbecause iâm betraying the mlb.â you pouted, him finished now and looking up at you with a tiny smile. âbut itâs not my fault you guys donât have cheerleaders! i wouldâve tried out a long time ago if you didâŠâ
he looked at you amusedly before kissing your lips and standing, helping you up on your heels with a hand and leading you out of the bathroom over to the living room.
âwould you still love me if i was in football instead of baseball?â he asked, grabbing his keys from the counter and leaning down to tie his shoes.
you gave him a bewildered look.
âgumi iâd still love you even if you killed people for a living.â you mumbled. âor if you had a criminal record. or if you committed arson for fun. or even if you straight up didnât love me back iâd probably stalk youââ
megumi laughed loudly and stood back up, shaking his head and pinching your little cheek at your last comment before opening the front door and stepping out with you.
âi wouldnât mind that.â
you giggled. âyou wouldnât?â
he shook his head, a sly smile spreading across his face.
âiâd do worse.â
the only thing you all really knew about the whereabouts of the party, was that it was annually hosted at a penthouse in the city by an event manager who was obsessed with professional sports teams, but the details of exactly whoâs penthouse was unknown⊠only that it was the biggest social event of the year with open bars and smoke machines and cocktail waitresses at every cornerâ any player who was someone in their respective sport always in attendance.
you had heard about it many times before through yuji and your best friend before you had officially met megumi, you every year wanting to go so bad but far too intimidated by the type of crowd that it was to actually show up, doomed to watch their stories on social media and the cheerleaders you followed having the time of their lives doing shots from a cut in half bamboo pole with various others in a lineâ moping around in your room with nothing better to do.
but now you were eternally grateful that you finally got to go with none other than the person you loved most in your life, not wanting it any other way as megumi contently listened to you excitedly ramble and look through social media stories of the players already there in his passenger seat, interlaced fingers on the center console as he occasionally raised and kissed the back of your hand.
and upon arriving at the penthouse and leaving your vehicles at the parking garage, all of you were amazed to see that there was a line wrapped around the fucking building and down the street as you walked up, you nervous now for some reason while skipping through the entire line and going towards the security guard inside the lobby.
and youâve always admired and taken pride in the fact that megumi was the best at his sport and was recognized immensely for it despite his indifferent stoic image⊠but even more so now as the security guard didnât even have to listen to yuji say who they were as he stepped to the side and pointed down the hall.
âlast elevator to your left, button goes straight up. have a great night.â
you all thanked him and walked over to the elevator, piling in and pressing the golden lit button to the top floor before the doors gradually slid closed.
âif the bamboo shots already happened iâm gonna be pissed.â you mumbled, yuji and your best friend groaning in agreement as they chatted and watched the number in the elevator screen rise to thirty five and still going.
âif the bar runs out of those tiki cocktail mugs before we get there iâm actually gonna start fighting with the bartenders this timeââ
âno youâre not.â your best friend cut yuji off as she laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his torso after.
you felt megumi nudge you and you looked, his head coming down and placing his lips to the side of your ear.
âtry not to lose me baby.â he murmured. âcall me if you do please. or look for yujiâs stupid bright pants.â
âhey!â he whined. âi heard thatâŠâ
you giggled hard and nodded, standing on your tippy toes to give him a cute kiss on the cheek.
âkay gumi!â
and the doors slid open just then, music blasting through and startling you and megumi as he grabbed your hand to interlock your fingers, your eyes shining like constellations at the massive scene before you as you all stepped insideâ the entire penthouse lit in a dark purple neon hue with hanging skeletons and bats on the walls, fake spiderwebs hung at every corner and yellow caution tape strewn about, absolutely everyone dressed up and not a single one in regular attire as you navigated through the crowd, foggy air over the floor that sweeped and swayed with every movement.
and the walls were tall and humongous, a particular side playing a montage of various teams and specific playersâ best moments of their season on a projector screen, your eyes immediately focusing to see if you could spot megumi in any of the flashing videos.
a cocktail waitress passed by with a tray of shots then, multiple hands coming from the crowd to take as your group did as well and downed them back, megumi scrunching up his face in distaste as he coughed into his elbow and put the shot glass back on the tray, you rubbing a comforting hand over his back.
âloooser!â your best friend teased and pointed at him, megumi scowling and slapping her hand away from his face before swinging an arm around your hip.
âno that shit was actually nasty..â you gagged, the rest of you following suit and placing the shot glasses back on the tray before the cocktail waitress disappeared somewhere in the crowd, yuji nodding in agreement.
âthatâs why i hog the tiki bar every yearâ oh shit!ââ he quickly whipped his head around with wide eyes. âbabe babe my tiki mug where the fuck is the tiki bar?!â
âthe fire! the fire!â your girl friend pointed up ahead, all of you turning your heads to see a crowded bar adorned with hibiscus flowers and actual lit torches, multiple bartenders behind the counter booked and busy as they mixed alcohols and shook their barrel shakers to serve drinks.
âoh thereâs actually fire...â megumi mumbled. âindoors.â
you gasped. âoh my god gumi letâs go letâs go!â you grabbed his wrist with two hands and gently tugged him forward, a beaming smile on your face. âi want a tiki mug too!â
he laughed a little, nodding as you all started walking over to the bar, yuji literally shoving his way through to the front until the upper half of his body was toppled over the counter with flat palms on the surface.
âtiki mug!â he breathed out to the bartenders. âtiki mug is there still tiki mugs?!â
âitadori!â one of them greeted with a smile, his eyes flickering over to megumi. âand fushiguro?! iâve never seen you at one of these! ever!â
megumiâs expression read nothing as he only nodded curtly, yuji impatiently waiting for the bartender to answer his question as he looked like he was about to rip his hair out, your best friend laughing.
âcongrats on winning the world series last year!â he spoke again before reaching under the bar. âand for the mlb, of course i have tiki mugs!â
âoh thank god thank you i love you mister bartender!â yuji slumped against the counter with a hand over his heart.
âso what drink with it?â he lined up four tiki mugs on the bar. âi could do a piñacolada, blue hawaii, tropical bay breezeââ
âoh! could i do a blue hawaii please?â you asked politely, the bartender nodding and taking the rest of your orders before quickly getting to work and mixing alcohols together.
âmegumi iâll take your mug if you donât want it!â yuji mentioned hopefully, tail basically wagging like a little dog.
âiâm giving it to y/n.â
âfuck!â
you giggled and patted his shoulder. âitâs okay! you can have it. just let me drink his drink first though heh.â
âoh thank you!â yuji threw his arms around your neck and you stumbled back, megumi quickly placing his hands on your waist to stabilize you. âyou donât understand every year i come to this damn party and thereâs never tiki mugs iâve been savedââ
âbabe youâre not letting her breathe get off!â your girl friend laughed, tugging at his ribbed tank before he released you and spun around, engulfing her instead.
âsorry! arrest me!â
âyu!â
âcuff me but the fuzzy pink ones i like thoseââ
âyouâre disgusting.â megumi mumbled.
your girl friend shot him a glare.
âsays the one who fucks my best friend every night and makes her say the most outrageous thingsââ
you screamed and covered your reddening horrified face, megumi shutting up instantly with wide eyes and pink cheeks as yuji and your girl friend reeled over and cackled.
âblue hawaii! tropical bay breeze! rum punch! bahama mama!â
each tiki mug was stacked onto the bar with a thud after every callâ full and foamy with colorful liquid and little umbrella picks adorning them as they were pushed towards you, yuji profusely thanking the nice bartender and almost jumping over the counter too as he grabbed his mug.
you took a sip of your drink and lit up, immediately slurping the rest of your blue hawaii and downing it like itâs fucking water and not straight up alcohol as megumi watched you with shocked amused eyes.
âyou like it baby?â he softly asked, taking tiny sips of his rum punch and surprisingly liking it, offering it out to you. âyou wanna try mine?â
you swallowed a big gulp and quickly nodded. âyes! please gumi.â
you both switched drinks, trying each others and you loving his even more as megumi gently turned you around and wrapped his unoccupied arm over your tummy, tugging your back to rest against his front as you chatted with your friends and tried to hear each other over the loud music (and megumi trying to ignore the stares you got from random weird men..), your eyes occasionally drifting over the crowd and spotting several different star players.
most consisted of the nfl, but there were a good amount from the nba and other teams from the mlbâ even volleyball and hockey as you recognized some of their faces from reruns that played on your tv or the highlights you saw through your social media platforms, you a bit star struck when you saw particular ones your were a fan of casually walk by the tiki bar next to you.
you reached a hand out and tapped your girl friend.
âhave you seen the cheerleaders yet?!â you yelled over the music, shoulders slumping when she sadly shook her head no.
âiâm gonna actually start crying in front of all of these people if i donât see at least one.â she stressed. âwe need to start looking in the crowdââ
a sudden jolt stumbled you and megumi forward, the both of you craning your heads around.
âiâm so sorry!â a girl gasped. âi didnât see whereââ
she oddly stopped, megumi barely even sparing her a glance as he just nodded at her apology and turned back around to face the other way, but you still watching the way she stared at megumi with big shocked eyes and slightly parted mouth.
similar to the way you did when you first saw him.
but she continued to look at him, her eyes flickering to yours then and⊠hardening before she reluctantly spun the other way and moved through the crowd until you couldnât see her blonde hair anymore.
and you figured she couldâve just been a fan of megumiâs and was simply too starstruck to say anything⊠but the weird feeling in your gut had you gnawing at the bottom of your lip as you turned to face the other way again.
âstrange..â your best friend mumbled, your eyes snapping to hers.
âyou noticed that too?â
âuh huh.â her gaze scanned the main dance floor. âdonât think iâve ever seen her before either.â
you craned your neck to look up at your boyfriend.
âhave you gumi?â
he looked down, brows furrowing.
âhave i what.â
âseen her?â you nudged your head to the crowd. âthe girl that bumped into us?â
âwho?â
you laughed. âthe girlâ nevermind. itâs okay!â
he smiled softly, leaning down to peck your lips before continuing to sip on his little blue hawaii as he caressed his hand over your side, his arm still snug around your torso.
âis everybody having a good night or what?!â
your gazes shifted to the dj booth up ahead, the mc of the night holding up a wireless mic with his phone in hand as the crowd erupted in cheers and hollers.
âi want to thank everybody for coming out tonight! itâs a pleasure to do this every year and see all of your talented wonderful facesââ
âoh no.â megumi mumbled, you looking up at him with a confused raised brow.
âwhat?â
âi think theyâre gonna call me up.â
your jaw dropped, stepping out of his arm and facing him.
âtheyâre gonna what?â
âyuji told me about this last yearâŠâ his face was practically pale as he looked to the dj booth, your best friend and yuji already cutting through the crowd to get up there. âthey call up certain players from different teams for recognition.â
âohââ you looked on ahead, an excited smile spreading across your face. âoh thatâs so nice baby! you deserve to be recognized like thaaatt!â
he slowly shook his head, absolutely fucking stiff as a rock and annoyance brewing in his chest over the party and event manager doing something fucking ridiculous like this.
âbaby letâs go to the bathroom.â
âthe bathroom?â you tilted your head. âwhy?â
âto hide.â
âgumi!â you sent him a comforting grin and ran your fingers through his soft black spikes of hair. âitâll be okay! they just want to show appreciation for your gift baby thatâs all.â
âi donât want it.â he mumbled, forehead dropping down to rest on your shoulder miserably as you giggled.
âbut i wanted to see you up thereee!â you whined, wrapping your arms around his hunched shoulders. âwanna see my cool baseball man in the spotlight for a little like he should be.â
megumiâs cheeks grew pink.
âbut letâs go to the bathroom or upstairs we canââ
âif you want me to go up there i will.â he cut you off.
âhuh?â your eyebrows furrowed as he picked his head back up. âwhatââ
âmâgoing up.â
you gasped. âno gumi itâs okay! i donât want you to do something that makes you uncomfortabââ
âhonda! ito! fushiguro!ââ
he cupped your cheek and kissed the other.
âiâll be back.â he murmured, patting your head while simultaneously swallowing back his displeasure for the situationâ but doing it solely for you. âstay here.â
âledger! itadori! okkotsu!ââ
âoâokay!â
âplease come up to the booth talented playersââ
megumi walked away from the bar and through the crowd, his height making it easy for you to spot him through the masses until he got up there with yuji and the rest of the players, you going on your tippy toes and peering to and fro to try and see where he was at but pursing your lips when you couldnât fucking see him anymore, ultimately deciding to move through the crowd yourself to find a spot where you could.
âladies and gentlemen could i please get a round of applause for your top players of the year?!â
an eruption of whistles and clapping pierced through your ears as you tried to shimmy your way in, finally landing a leeway in between several heads and seeing your boyfriend up thereâ grumpy and bothered with his arms crossed as you covered your mouth to try and suppress a laugh, phone in hand already recording.
âwoaâ megumi fushiguro?! first year iâve seen you here man!â
the crowd burst into surprised exclamations and gasps, the mc throwing a heavy arm around megumi as he stumbled forward, an unamused done expression plastered over his face as you held your phone up high with the biggest smile, probably looking utterly insane as you erratically flipped and rotated and zoomed in on his figure in every possible angle imaginable, the bright white lights illuminating him so insanely that he straight up looked like a god.
and you wondered then how in the fuck one of the mlbâs greatest players ever became interested in someone like you, for you felt like megumi was completely out of your league from the start with all of his glorious batting and pitching.
but every time you iterated exactly that to him amongst your endless daily ramblings, he would scoff and shake his head and gnaw at any part of your skin to get you to take back that ludicrous fucking statement, always thinking you were way too humble about yourself and polite and sweet to realize that he had to go through the trenches of telling different guyâs to fuck off if he saw they were even remotely interested in you without you knowing.
megumi did this even before you officially noticed him on the field.
and today was no exception as he scanned the main area of the penthouse to the tiki bar in search for you, the mc blabbering on about things he didnât care about as he realized you werenât where he told you to stay, quickly then scanning the crowd and his shoulders relaxing once he spotted you in the midst of the crowd, but eyes narrowing as he saw some stupid moron obnoxiously ogling your tits next to you while you were happily watching him with your phone propped up.
the fuck?
ââgood luck to you and itadori in the league championships! any words you wanna say for us here?!â the mc vocalized through the mic, holding it up to megumiâs mouth after.
âwrap it up.â
a mix of oooâs and laughs bounced off the walls, the mc awkwardly chuckling before unhooking his arm and patting a hand on his back.
âthatâs megumi fushiguro for you! now any nba players up here?!ââ
megumi immediately stepped off the platform and moved through the crowd, your eyes cutely twinkling once you noticed he was making his way over to you as you stopped your recording and stuffed away your phone.
âthat was so funnyâ oh!â
he swiftly stepped in between you and the guy to block his view, the stupid moron slightly going off balance from how close he actually was to you and the fact only further pissing megumi off, an arm coming to wrap around your waist as he led you out of the center and off to the side by the big wall with the projection screen on it.
âwhatââ you looked to where you previously were and back to him. âwhat happened? whyââ
he shrugged. âwanna talk over here baby.â
âoh, okay!â you nodded, sweet and oblivious as you enthusiastically yapped about how great it was seeing him up there.
but the guy who was ogling your tits was only the first wave.
âoh my god gumi!â you frantically tapped his shoulder and pointed to the projection wall. âitâs you! itâs you! oh my god iâve been waiting all night i want a picture right fucking now quick hurry hurryââ
you hopped on over with your mary jane pumps and stood next to the huge projected singular shot of megumi swinging his bat, one foot crossing over the other as you wrung your hands behind your back and tilted your head with a cheeky smile, megumi reaching in his pocket for his phone.
that pose alone might as well have been you violently shooting another cupids arrow through his chestâ his tingling pinky cheeks prominent under the purple neon hue of the penthouse as he took several photos, a fond smile growing on his face.
pretty.
megumi watched as you uncrossed your feet and seperated your hands, turning around and straight up pressing yourself against the wall with your tongue erotically out and spread palms over his projected snapshot, him snickering as he covered his mouth with the hand that was holding his phone, trying to ignore the way his dick twitched in his pants at the sight.
he took more pictures and gave you a silent thumbs up, you dropping your pose and skipping back over to him as he put his phone away and extended a waiting arm out to the side, you stepping in and his hand instantly snaking around your waist where it should be.
your gaze stayed locked to the wall, totally transfixed with glimmering heart filled eyes as it continued to play megumiâs greatest moments of his seasonâ most if not all from this year alone, but a good amount consisting of last years world series game where he absolutely dismantled the opposing team with every move he made on the field with no mercy, immense pride bubbling in your little heart.
âyouâre the coolest gumiâŠâ you spoke softly and he looked down at you, eyes softening at your dazed state.
âyeah?â
âmhm.â you responded, letting him tug you into his chest as he leaned and placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. âi think iâm gonna start crying and hyperventilating on the floor.â
he chuckled, delicately moving some of your hair over your shoulder to run his hand along the smooth skin there, lips coming down next to your ear.
âi love you.â
you grinned, your heart actually skipping beats and running around every corner of your inner body as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in.
âi love you too gumi!â you gave him a cute peck on the side of his head. âand i think iâm gonna start stalking you anyways like i said because i really need something to do on my down time when iâm not studying or at your eventsââ
megumi laughed, an infatuated squeaky one as he nodded against the crook of your neck and held you a little tighter.
âdo it.â
âokay iâll start monday! or maybe now and iâm gonna do it byââ
âoh my gosh megumi fushiguro!â
you felt him falter in your arms and turn his head, the both of you slowly separating from each other to see who it was and your brows slightly pinching once you did.
it was the girl from earlier. the one that bumped into you.
âhi! oh myâ iâm such a big fan of yours!â
your guard lowered a little upon hearing that, a small smile on your face as you looked at her.
âoh, hi.â he mumbled.
âiâve been a fan since you got signed actually!â she exclaimed, her short bobbed blonde hair and angel costume cute to you. âhow funny i run into you here right? must be fate.â
fate?
âwell itâsââ he shifted uncomfortably. âitâs a sports party⊠thingâŠâ
she giggled obnoxiously like sheâd just heard the funniest thing ever, fingers lightly smacking his shoulder as you stood there.
âi know silly!â she smiled, nudging his upper arm with her hand. âjust wanted to say that i admire you so much and think youâre the greatest! the way you play is amazing and i love it.â
you were absolutely happy with the fact that a fan was being so nice to megumi and telling him such kind words, as he deserved all of the praise and support and you loved whenever people expressed just that to himâ a total treat for you if you were there to witness it as well.
but the weird feeling in your gut was back⊠and why was she touching him so muchâŠ
âthanks.â he spoke simply, giving barely a smile before he made his way to turn back around.
âwâwait!â she shot her hands out. âiâm hana!â
he paused midway and nodded curtly. âhi hana.â
her face gleamed and she blushed, looking like sheâd just won the fucking lottery as she smiled big and cupped over her mouth with both hands, obsessed over the way her name sounded from him.
âdo i hear wedding bells?!â she squealed. âwhenâs the ceremony?!â
you choked on your fucking spit, your boyfriend completely taken aback as he looked at her bewildered and awkwardly, megumi sort of initially appreciating the support, but now he just didnât wanna partake in the conversation anymore as his mind was more interested in the ways youâd stalk him that you were about to tell earlier.
âso are you having fun tonight?â hana continued. âiâve never seen you around and i come to this event every year!â
âum yeah iâm here withââ
âyour friend?â she pointed at you. âhow cute! iâm here with a friend too.â
the way she barely acknowledged your presence, even when it was pertaining to you as she spoke about you rather than to you, and the way she literally insinuated marriage like it was nothing with your man, left a sour fucking taste in your mouth.
and friend?
âgirlfriend.â he corrected.
her face tightened.
âright!â hanaâs gaze landed on yours. âsorry! i couldnât tell.â
huh?
megumiâs arm was around your waist and she couldnât tell?
you hugged his upper arm to your chest and gently tugged him away. âsorry but we have to go it was nice meeting youââ
a spark of annoyance flashed through her eyes. âoh but i was talking to him thoughââ
ââiâm sorry bye.â
you pulled megumi harder and you both dove into the crowd, disappearing from hanaâs view as you went in search for your best friend and yujiâ agitated and feeling guilty that you were in case hana really was just a fan and was simply overly affectionate.
but she didnât have to disregard you like that eitherâŠ
megumi could sense you were a bit bothered by the grip you had on his arm and the way you barely looked at him as you shimmied through people, his brows furrowing in concern.
âbaby.â he leaned down next to your ear. âwhatâs wrong.â
you shook your head. ânothing. just trying to find yujiâs stupid bright pants.â
he smiled a bit.
âi think youâre lying.â
âiâm not.â
âbabyâ i can tell somethingâs bothering you.â he continued to pry and you pursed your lips, looking up at him finally.
âthat girl was kind of weirdâŠâ
âgirl?â he cocked his head to the side. âwhich girl?â
you paused. âtheâ the one that came up to you and told you her name and complimented youââ
âoh.â his dark blue eyes blinked and trailed off like he was searching his brain for answers, him ultimately left clueless. âsorry i actually forgot everything she said.â
you snorted, leaning forward and covering your mouth as you giggled and shook your head, somehow your boyfriend forgetting the interaction as a whole making you feel better.
âyouâre so cute gumi.â you stood up on your tippy toes and gave him a big fat kiss on the cheek. ânow letâs find my best friendâ bright pants! i see yujiâs bright pants!
you grabbed his wrist and quickly weaved through the crowd, your girl friendâs police officer costume coming into view as you let go of megumi and flung your arms around her neck, her immediately recognizing that it was you and gasping.
âoh my god i lost you y/n! iâm sorry!â she hugged you back and you frantically shook your head.
âno itâs okay!â you pointed to megumi. âhe got called up to the dj booth i was distractedââ
âthey kept asking you a bunch of questions and none for me man!â yuji pouted at megumi, your best friend laughing.
âthey probably got tired of you giving shout outs to the tiki bar every year when youâre up there babe.â she smoothed a hand over his bicep. âand also because megumi came out of his bat cave for the first time in decadesâŠâ
you leaned and placed your lips to her ear.
âi have to tell you something.â
âwhat?! what?!â she whipped her head around and looked at yuji. âyu! go to the tiki bar please with megumi i think we all left our mugs thereââ
âoh my fucking god we did!â he shoved his hands in his pink hair, completely horrified. âfushiguro letâs go we have to goââ
âwhy the fuck do i have to goââ
âno questions come on!â
yuji yanked megumi by his white button up and they tumbled through the crowd, you laughing hard as megumi looked at you over his shoulderâ a pleading disgruntled look on his face.
âokay i got rid of them now tell me.â
âgirl get ready.â you slowly shook your head, eyes wide. âbecause i think iâm about to crash out.â
âitâs that bad?!â she placed her hands on your shoulders. âwhat happened?!â
âa fan of megumiâs came up to him earlier.â you began. âbut the things she was saying were putting me a little off.â
her brows furrowed. âwhat did she say?â
âfirst she said that them meeting was fate.â you gnawed at your bottom lip. âand then she started saying how much she admired him and loved him on the field which is fine butââ
ânot fine but go on.â
you giggled and continued.
âshe barely acknowledged me⊠like at all. she thought i was megumiâs friend even though his arm was around my waistââ
âhuh?!â her eyes narrowed. âis she fucking stupid? whatâs her name?â
âhana andâ i donât know!â you whined. âbut then she literally said âdo i hear wedding bellsâ and âwhenâs the ceremonyâ when he said her nameââ
âwhat the fuck?!â she yelled. ây/n this girl was straight up flirting with him in front of you! oh my god if someone was doing that to me with yuji iâd be going to prison!â
âi was thinkingââ you hesitated. âthat maybe she was just really affectionate but i just feel like somethings not right.â
âhell no itâs not.â she shook her head. ây/n you need to stop being so nice all of the time and bite. next time some shit like this happens you need to say something. please donât let yourself be disrespected like that.â
she patted your shoulders and released you, crossing her arms. âand what did megumi say?â
âoh he forgot it all!â you beamed. âi think he was barely listening to what she was saying.â
âHAH! okay thatâs fine i wonât beat him.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and smiled. âi just wanna take shots from the bamboo pole and forget about it.â
âoh! itâs coming around!â your girl friend frantically looked around. âi saw it pass by and a group do it! it should come backââ
she stopped.
âwhat does hana look like?â
you quirked a brow.
âuhh short blonde hair? sheâs dressed up as an angel.â
âoh my fucking god.â she muttered. âturn around.â
you did, heart dropping once you saw that she was talking to megumi again at the tiki bar, animatedly and close to him that you nearly took your cupid wings off and chucked them at her.
âwhat the hell is she doing?â you mumbled. âgumi!â
megumiâs head snapped up from his hunched over position on the bar, head swiftly looking around until he spotted you and without another thought pushed himself from the counter and walked, leaving hana there with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, cutting off whatever she was saying to him prior.
you tugged him in once he got to you and snaked your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in and placing your face into his neck.
âyou okay?â he asked over the music, rubbing slow circles on your hips with his thumbs.
âmhm!â you nodded. âwas just wondering if you wanted to do bamboo pole shots with me.â
he huffed out an amused breath and squeezed you. âsure baby. donât take too many though i donât want you to get sick.â
âno promises!â you grinned.
hana knew from the moment she bumped into you who you were.
how could she not? the only woman that managed to somehow sliver her way in megumiâs life and beat her to the game was like a broken record in hanaâs mindâ over and over you played and taunted her with every appearance she saw you with him, with every game and event and social media posting from him you were always thereâ sweet and beautiful with the angelic reputation of changing megumi for the better and treating others so fairly, physically stinging her eyes every time she saw it on the tabloids or on tv.
megumi was supposed to be hers, and when she lost the game she didnât know.
but her number one goal the minute she learned that megumi was in attendance at the party, was that she was gonna try with her life to make him see that he was destined for her. not for you.
though it wasnât working like she thought it would.
through the times sheâs pulled him and talked to him and flashed him sweet smiles and compliments, trying to copy the entity that you were so he would at least so spare her a fucking glance and listen to what she had to sayâ wasnât working as he always disregarded her and straight up treated her like she wasnât even there.
because of you.
and she was getting desperate.
increasingly so as she watched you and megumi and your little friends line up to take shots from the bamboo pole, all of you having fun and surrounded by people that loved youâ for you were the absolute life of the party as you pulled various others from the crowd to do shots with you and rejoice, hana staring from afar with rage as she couldnât help but just hate you with every kiss and laugh that megumi gave you.
and once hana saw an opening with megumi, him stepped off to the side as he watched you continue to down shots with your friends like nothing with amused eyes, she pushed her way through towards the bamboo line with a new immoral objective of getting him to just be interested in her and forget about you so that youâd crack, evidently showing him and everyone else that you werenât so angelic and poised after all.
âmegumi!â
he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, indefinitely confused as to why the same girl kept pulling him for chats once he noticed who it was.
âhi?â
âsorry just saw you by the bamboo line.â she smiled. âhave you taken any?â
âuh like two.â
megumi looked over his shoulder, attempting to keep an eye on you while at the same time talking to her and already thinking of ways he could cut it short, wanting to just go back to you and make sure you werenât feeling sick or that a random dude wasnât preying on you like a dog.
âi donât know how you can do that!â she shook her head and giggled. âi donât really drink like that.â
âi usually donât either.â
pathetic hope washed through her body like an avalanche, her face lighting up over the similarity and the fact that he was actually continuing the conversation with her instead of brushing her off.
âreally?!â she gushed. âwhat a coincidence! itâs like youâre my other half hehe.â
megumi froze.
why was she always telling him the most obscure things?
âumââ
âare you nervous for your league championship game coming up?â
several hoots and hollers made megumi turn around and see that you had taken a cocktail waitressâ tray and was literally doing her job for herâ handing out shots to whoever and excitedly bouncing on your toes in response to those who accepted.
âmegumi.â
he snapped his head back around.
âhuh?â
âi saidââ her eyes flickered to you before returning to him. âi said are you nervous for your league game?â
âsomewhat.â
âyou shouldnât be!â she reached up and smoothed a hand over his shoulder, her heart pumping that she was touching him. âyouâre the best on the team! youâre practically the reason why you guys win all of the time iâveââ
you saw what she did.
and maybe it was the alcohol in your system making you bratty and the fact that you were a bit overly tipsy, but you also saw the way he let himself be caressed on the shoulder like that without any consideration for you, wondering why he wasnât stopping the conversation as a whole and coming back to you and instead entertaining her, even after all of the weird shit she had told him before in front of you.
why didnât he care?
you smiled at the cocktail waitress and gave her back her tray, though it didnât quite reach your eyes as you tried to look around for your best friend, itching to get confirmation on whether or not you were being batshit crazy or if your feelings were valid as you searchedâ but halting once you heard megumiâs familiar squeaky laugh that he only let out with you.
megumi was laughing. wholeheartedly. and so was she.
what the fuck was so funny?
âheyââ your girl friend waved her hand in front of your face. âbabe are you okay? why are you crying?â
what?
you reached a hand up and touched your cheek, your fingers sure enough shimmering and wet under the purple lights once you pulled them away.
âi donâtââ your lip wobbled. âi donât know iâ i think itâs just because iâm tipsyââ
âwhere is megumi?â her concerned gaze scanned the crowd until they landed on him, eyes narrowing instantly as she scoffed and shook her head.
âwhat is this?â she threw her hands up. âditch my girlfriend for some other bitch day? megumi!â
he jumped and spun around, an initial annoyed look on his face over the way your best friend screamed at him, but eyes widening once he saw your shaking shoulders and covered face.
oh god.
megumi took long stride full steps away from hana to get to you, her sickeningly content with the fact that her presence alone with him upset you so much and threw you off your poised demeanor, thinking it was only a matter of time now before you took out your frustrations on him and drove him awayâ bonus points if you made a scene.
âwhat happened?â he hurriedly asked, gripping your shoulders and turning you around in his direction. âbaby what happened why are youââ
you pushed him away and hiccuped.
âi donât wanna talk to you right now.â
âwhat? why not?â his eyebrows furrowed. âheyââ
he reached to pull you in by the waist and you dodged his hand, turning around in the process and pushing your way through the crowd to get away from him, his heart sinking as he wasted no time in following after you.
âbaby pleaseââ
âno.â you stubbornly responded, damning the alcohol for making you act so irrationally. âwhy donât you keep talking to other girls all willy nilly without giving a single fuck about meââ
âwhat?â he spoke sharply, completely thrown off. âokay no hold onââ
megumi picked up speed and engulfed his arms around your torso, lifting you up and taking you down a secluded hallway away from the main area while you thrashed and whined in his hold.
âlet me go!â
âno.â
you sniffled.
âgumi let me go.â
âare you gonna tell me whatâs wrong?â
he turned into a darkened corner and slowed.
âno.â
he bit down on your arm and you yelped.
âokay yes i will!â
he loosened his arms and gently set you back down on your feet, nudging you around as he bent his knees to look at you at eye level.
âwhatâs wrong.â he pushed. âare you hurt?â
you shook your head and hiccuped, fingers coming up to carefully wipe your tears away without ruining too much of your makeup.
âwhy do you keep talking to her?â you mumbled.
âto who?â
âto hana.â
âhana?â his eyebrows furrowed. âwhoâs hana?â
âthe one that keeps coming up to you!â you expressed. âwhat did she tell you back there? while i was handing out shots?â
âoh sheâ she was asking me about the league game.â
âdid she say anything weird again?â you crossed your arms.
fuck.
âshe did babyâŠâ he spoke softly.
your teary eyes snapped open.
âactually? what did she say?â
megumi really didnât want to upset you any further, but he wasnât about to shamefully lie to you either.
âshe called me her other half.â
âare you serious?â you hiccuped. âand you just let her?â
âi didnât let herââ
âthis whole time youâve been letting her iâve seen you!â you sobbed. âshe touches you way too much and has been pulling you for chats all fucking night saying things that are completely disrespectful to me and you say nothing!â
âiââ
âand then youâre laughing with her after she called you her other half? and laughing like you do with me?â you put your hands up defensively. âiâm sorry didnât know you guys were the best of friends nowââ
âbabyâ i wasnât laughing at anything she said some drunk idiot tripped and fell on his face behind her.â he placed his hands on each side of your head and you stopped. âand i swear to god that i didnât realize any of those things because i donât give a shit about anyone else but you and iâm sorry.â
âbut she literally said do i hear wedding bells and whenâs the ceremony!â you cried, the alcohol triggering a new wave of waterworks as you covered your face. âhow could you not realize thatââ
âno i know baby i know thatâs on me.â he gently moved your hair away from your face. âeverything she was saying was so foul and i was just letting it happen and iâm so fucking sorry that i didnât put my foot down from the start. my entire focus is always on you and i was too stupid to realize you were hurting.â
âyouâre not stupid gumiââ
âyes i am.â he delicately pried your hands away from your face. âyes i am and you donât ever have to worry about things like this okay? the only thing that matters to me is you. and i canât tell you how sorry i am for putting you in this position and making you cry.â
âno itâs me iââ you hiccuped, cheeks buzzing with embarrassment. âiâm sorry gumi i just got jealous and i overreacted and iâm tipsy so it made everything worse. i didnât mean to yell at youâŠâ
he shook his head, murmuring as he pulled you into his chest. âno you have nothing to be sorry for⊠i would go nuts if some dude told you the same shit she told me.â
you giggled a little, and megumi was so glad that you had stepped up and said something, especially over something as drastic as this, for you were always too sweet and chose to swallow back things that bothered you around him.
âi would never do that to you pretty baby.â he mumbled. âi would never let anyone else in⊠just you.â
you pulled away from his chest and quickly shook your head. ânâno gumi i know you wouldnât. please donât think that iâm accusing you or anythingââ
âno absolutely not.â he spoke gently, thumbs reaching up to carefully wipe away the tears from your pretty face. âi just needed to tell you that⊠okay?â
you nodded. âokay.â
you stood on your tippy toes and wrapped your arms around his neck, his right away coming around your waist and pulling you in tightâ nuzzling his nose into the soft skin of your shoulder as relief washed over his body that you werenât upset with him anymore.
âare you tipsy like me?â you whispered cutely after a few seconds of comfortable silence, and he chuckled.
âyes.â he admitted. âi think i lost my phone.â
âgumi i feel it in your pocket.â
âi think thatâs my dick.â
âgumi!â you nudged him away and giggled hard, a silly small grin spreading across his handsome face as you simmered down and looked at him, lips coming up for a kiss and him gladly leaning down to give you oneâ the moment sweet and tender as you wetly lip locked and megumi drank you in, him completely fucking deprived of you.
âcan we go home.â he spoke in between kisses. âi wanna fuck.â
you laughed and pulled away, face hot as you bit back a smile. âwe can go in a little bit baby. i still wanna see if my best friend and i can talk to the nfl cheerleaders heh.â
he chuckled and nodded, pecking your forehead before releasing you and beginning the walk back to the main area, your head in a better place now that you got the reassurance you neededâ and so grateful you and megumi were able to bounce back after a situation like that with no repercussions, amazed time and time again at how understanding and patient your boyfriend was with you.
you moved your way through the crowd then in search for your best friend, not having to look for long seeing as she was right in the middle where you had left herâ her yelling up and down if anyone had seen either you or megumi and harassing whoever that said they mightâve caught a glance.
ây/n!â yuji pointed, and your girl friend whirled around with frantic wide eyes, running and tackling you into a big hug as she cried.
âwhere were you?!â she sobbed. âoh my god i was looking everywhere for you you were so upset i thought the she devil took you away or broke you and megumi up or killed youââ
you gasped. âno oh my goodness please donât cry!â your lip started to wobble again as you listened to her sniffles, hugging her back. âhell no i would never let her do any of that!â
âme neither!â she cried. âplease let me get violent with her pleaseââ
you laughed loudly and stepped back, carefully wiping her cheeks before treating yours as both of your men stared dumbfounded.
âfuck hana forget her we have to find the cheerleaders!â you exclaimed, placing your hands on her shoulders and shaking her. âare they still here?! have you checked their socials?!â
âyes! theyâre still here!â she frantically nodded. âi saw one while i was looking for you she wasââ
âis that one?â
megumi pointed to a girl who was straight up wearing her nfl cheerleader uniform with her pompoms, both you and your girl friend choking on air and gasping as you sputtered a bunch of nonsense and dragged your men with you over to her and her group.
âthis is our chance this is our chanceââ
why hadnât it worked?
had hana not upset you enough? tore you down enough to an insecure little bubble to make you bark and bite and be everything that she thought megumi despised? what had happened when she lost the sights of both of you once you left the bamboo line?
because what she was looking at now was making her sick with rage.
you, surrounded by people again and cheerleadersâ still stunning and breathtaking and not looking at all like you had just cried buckets like she thought you did, megumiâs arms around you from behind and actually closer now than before while you and your little girl friend conversed and laughed with the cheerleaders about god knows what, hana on the verge of screaming in agony over everything that was going wrong when she had expected a break up right about now.
she just didnât get it⊠what was so great about you?
and it didnât get any better when she started asking other people about you too throughout the night, the purpose being to dish out any nasty information she could of you to use it to her advantage, but getting straight fucking nothing from it as no one had a single bad thing to say about youâ referring to you as ïżœïżœïżœfushiguroâs girlâ and how sweet and welcoming you were even if you had just met them, how funny you were and pretty and thoughtful and hana was just sick.
had she actually lost to you? had she lost megumi? after being in love with him since the start of his contract?
she thought she had gotten your entity down. hana thought she had managed to morph herself into someone like you since she found out megumi and you were together from the tabloidsâ watching you and your social media postings since then to see what you had done to turn his head, megumi someone she thought would never find love until she got to him eventually.
and at this point without hana wanting to admit it, she was more obsessed with you than she was with him.
because she cared. she cared so much about everything that you didâ the perfumes you wore, the ribbons in your hair, her stomach in complete utter knots watching the way megumi was with you all unfold in front of her in real time, cursing her jealous rotten eyes for how hard they fell for you and how much she worshipped all that you did.
how much megumi worshipped you.
because every time you took pictures with your friends he only looked at you, every move you made he followed after you, every time she tried to talk to him he dismissed her for you, and even every person that knew who you were at this fucking party absolutely loved and adored you.
it just wasnât fair. why couldnât megumi love her?
so what could she do? what else could she do?
leaning against the counter of the tiki bar, gaze fixed on megumiâs blushing cheeks and little smile with his face and button up covered in red lipstick kisses she didnât doubt were from you, him looking at angelic you like you were the sun itself⊠she conquered that there wasnât much she could do anymore.
âblue lagoon please.â
hana watched from the corner of her eye the man that just came up to the bar, bored and uninterested and on the verge of deciding to just go home, until she noticed who it was.
ino takuma.
she slightly turned her body in his direction, his eyes drifting to hers momentarily before flashing her a polite smile and looking away again.
âyouâre ino takuma⊠with megumi fushiguroâs team right? for the mlb?â
he turned his head. âoh yes! i am. nice to meet you!â
hana gave him a quick smile.
âdo you know his girlfriend by any chance? y/n?â
âyeah of course!â he grinned, a bit drunk. âsheâs great. really sweet.â
god, well arenât you just the greatest thing to ever exist?
she held back her agitation, ino receiving his drink from the bartender and slurping it down immediately.
âi actually was interested in her for a while.â he admitted with the straw in his mouth, loopy and inebriated. âbut megumi got to her first⊠lucky guy.â
her ears perked up.
âdo you still like her?â
ino thought for a moment.
âwell⊠a little.â he pursed his lips, a very slight pink hue to his cheeks. ânever got to explore it but every time we talk sheâs kinda like the one that got away heh⊠thatâs if megumi isnât pulling her away when i try though.â
a devilish idea sparked in hanaâs mind, because at this pointâ the woman was out for carnage.
and whether megumi ended up with her or not she didnât care. right now? she just needed to break you both up.
âthatâs kind of wrong, donât you think?â she sighed heavily. âwhy donât you try talking to her now? just you two! thereâs a hallway by the other side of the penthouse thatâs secluded⊠youâll get a proper chance to have a conversation!â
ino looked at her like she was insane.
âmegumi would actually bite my head off.â
âthatâs why you do it away from him and away from everybody else!â she shook her head disappointedly. âwhat, she canât be friends with you? you have every right to talk to her ino! so go for it.â
ino looked over to where you were, apprehensive as he gnawed at the inside of his cheek and actually really wanting to talk to you without megumi breathing down his neck for once⊠but the alcohol in his system making it hard for him to juggle whether it was the right choice or not to begin with.
âhave you guys ever tried for cheer teams before?!â
you and your best friend frantically shook your heads no, excited expressions as you hung out with half of the cheerleaders from one of the top nfl teams by the dj booth.
âyou should try out for ours!â one of them suggested over the music, a huge smile on her face. âseriously! you guys would do so well and you already know most of us!â
âoh my god i would but i donât even know if i can do a split!â you whined. âif i show up iâm gonna look like a fucking idiot.â
âiâm weak iâm un-athletic.â your best friend added miserably and they laughedâ a different pretty one shaking her head.
âdonât even worry about that!â she waved her hand dismissively. âiâll literally personally talk to the coach!â
you looked at her wide eyed. âreally?! wait no itâs okay! you donât have to do that i feel badââ
a different one stepped up. âno sheâs the captain sheâll do it!â
âoh fuck!â you slapped your hands over your mouth.
âhonestly?! actually?!â your girl friend exclaimed.
âour team prioritizes character over ability!â the captain spoke again. âability can be taught, not character, and you two are the prettiest and funniest bitches i have ever met.â
you all screamed and laughed as you and your best friend shook each other by the shoulders, unbelieving that you were being scouted right fucking now by the best nfl cheerleaders out there.
âhereâ give me your numbers and put your emails down tooââ
the captain pulled her phone out and swiped through a few apps before turning it over to you, you typing out your information on her notes app and passing it to your best friend after for her to do the same.
âiâll contact you guys tomorrow morning!â you both nodded and thanked her profusely, her smile bright as she took her phone back and gave you both a thumbs up. âplease keep in touch with me or iâll die.â
you and your best friend vowed that you would with more frantic nods and hugs, you spinning around to face megumi as the team conversed amongst themselves for a moment.
âdid you hear?!â you asked, eyes glowing and shiny with hope. âgumi did you hear?! they saidâ the captainâ she got my numberâ tomorrow morningââ
megumi laughed at your hyper yet spacey behavior, nodding and smiling warmly at you as he pulled you in by the waist, not even phased in the slightest that you and your girl friend got along so well with the cheerleadersâ but still a bit shocked nonetheless that youâd basically been offered a spot on the team and you only needed to finalize a few things with them.
âi did.â he gently spoke nudging your chin up, ruffling your hair then as he looked at you sincerely. âthatâs really really good baby. good job getting on their radar.â
your face broke out into a gigantic smile and you quickly pecked his cheek. âthank you thank you oh my god i need a drink right now i need to calm downââ
megumi playfully rolled his eyes and released your waist. âi can go get you one.â
âareâ are you sure gumi?â you gnawed at your bottom lip. âno itâs okay i can get itââ
he silently shook his head and kissed your forehead. âno baby you have fun⊠just stay here.â
you smiled sweetly at him and reluctantly nodded, watching him turn and walk through the crowd towards the tiki bar as you shifted your attention back to your girl friend and the cheerleaders.
âno youâre lying.â
âiâm not babe!â your best friend laughed. âthey got our contact information and i swear to god they really want us to come try out.â
âholy shit.â yuji shoved his hands in his hair. âholy shit iâm gonna have an nfl cheerleader girlfriend.â
âright?!ââ
âholy fuck youâre gonna look so good in those uniformsââ
âi know right?!ââ
yuji and your best friend jumped up and down and cheered loudly as you giggled alongside them, your mind completely preoccupied with the thought of how lucky you just were to gain leverage and connections like that with a professional dance team at an event like this.
âweâre gonna head home in a little bit after this!â you mentioned to your girl friend after her and yuji settled, her shoulders slumping in response. âiâm just gonna get one more drink before we go.â
âlame!â she pouted. âis megumi okay to drive?â
âyes he sobered up!â you smiled. ânot me man jesus christ.â
your best friend laughed and reached over to give you a hug. âokay just text me when you get to his placeââ
ây/n.â
you both stopped and turned, ino takuma behind you with a sheepish smile.
âoh hi ino!â you greeted him kindly. âi didnât realize you were here! you okay?â
âno yeah! yeah iâm alright. been hogging the bar or upstairs with some of the hockey players.â he smiled warmly. âthanks for asking.â
âmhm!â you nodded. âthat tiki bar is crazy every single drink they have is so good.â
he nodded vigorously. âitâs why iâm practically shitfaced right now god.â
you laughed at his phrasing, ino realizing then that he dangerously still kind of liked you with the way he swooned a bit over your smile.
âdo you wannaââ he hesitated. âdo you wanna talk? over there? for a little..â
âoverââ you peered over his shoulder, him pointing to the other side of the purple lit penthouse at a darkened hallway. âover there?â
âyâyeah⊠if thatâs okay!â ino scratched the back of his neck. âitâs just kinda loud here⊠and i havenât had the chance to properly talk to you in a while.â
âoh!â you nodded, thinking his intentions were purely innocent and justifiable, feeling bad yourself that you hadnât spoken to him in some time after megumiâs practices. âyes of course! iâm so sorry ino iâve been so busy iââ
âno itâs okay donât!â he grinned. âitâs not your fault whatsoever i justââ
you and ino began your walk to the other side of the penthouse, your best friend and yuji shooting each other weird looks that went unnoticed by you, ino leading you away from the crowd and to the other side of the main area.
youâve always respected and had a really great impression of ino, him never failing to be kind to you since the moment he introduced himself at the banquet way back whenâ helpful and genuine and not a bad bone in his body as he was a hard worker for the team and catered to all, you touched that he always took the time to greet you at least once every time you were there for megumi at his baseball events.
âhow are you and megumi doing?â he asked, crossing his arms as he casually leaned against the wall of the hallway, you wringing your fingers behind your back and doing the same.
âweâre great!â you beamed. âour two year anniversary is coming up soon!â
âoh wow!â he tightly smiled. âitâs been two years already? shit.â
you giggled and nodded. âi know! time flies hehe.â
ino dismissed the slight growing pit in his stomach, the alcohol in his system obnoxiously amplifying his crush for you as he tried to simmer it down and just conversate with you while he still had you on your own.
but he didnât think itâd be this hardâ his drunk mind blurring the definitions of morality and respect as his judgement was sloppy and you were just so fucking pretty, ashamed of the way he was thinking how a bubbly sweet girl like you ended up with someone as stoic and stern like megumi, someone who was the complete opposite of who you were.
ââŠare you okay ino?â you spoke softly, eyebrows pinched in concern at the distant look in his eye.
âhuh? oh yeah! sâsorry i justââ his cheeks heated up. âiâm tipsy donât pay that much attention to me.â
âoh no donât even i am too!â you laughed. âi had two drinks from the tiki bar and like four shots from the bamboo pole.â
he looked at you incredulously. âhow are you standing?â
âi donât know!â you covered your mouth and leaned forward, coming back up against the wall once you calmed down and took a deep breath. âiâm good though iâm great.â
he smiled softly. âyou are⊠and you look really good by the way.â
you faltered a bit but quickly fixed your demeanor, knowing ino only meant that in a friendly way and completely missing the way his drunken gaze flickered to your boobs momentarily before returning to your eyes, his cheeks flaring up at what he did.
and the angel on his right shoulder was absolutely beating the devil on his left for planting two guilty images in his head then.
one imagine that was lewd and sinful and one he wanted to get rid of immediately.
and another image of what it would be like to kiss youâŠ
just once.
âfushiguro! what can i get you?â
megumi was hunched over the tiki bar with his elbows on the counter, his eyes scanning the drink menu as he tried to decipher which drink to get you that youâd like, knowing the fruitier ones were particularly your favorite.
âum⊠do you have anything that isnât strong on alcohol.â
the bartender pointed to the menu, megumiâs gaze landing on âjungle birdâ.
âthis oneâs your best bet.â he took his barrel shaker out to prepare for megumiâs order. âi can also cut back the alcohol some more if you want me to.â
he nodded. âis it likeâ fruity.â
âyeah!â he grabbed a glass from the back. âiâll cut back the alcohol and add more pineapple juice to it so itâs better.â
âthank you.â megumi sent him a thin smile, the bartender giving him a thumbs up before turning his back to him and getting to work, him not even realizing that hana was standing next to him at the bar.
âyou getting another drink?â
megumiâs eyes flung to the source of the voice, annoyance pumping through his veins as he saw it was the same girl that had upset you, and the same one who wouldnât leave him the fuck alone.
âyeah for my girlfriend.â he responded flatly.
hana hummed. ânice! where is she?â
âback overââ
he looked over his shoulder and stopped, instantly straightening up when he didnât see you in the crowd anymore and worry spiking through⊠as he knew you were a little tipsy and naive at the moment.
âhmm⊠weird! actually you know what? i did see her walk away earlier!â
his gaze snapped to hers, hana thrilled since this was the first time he actually looked at her in the face.
âwhere.â
âwith ino takuma!â
his eyes narrowed. âwhat?â
âyeah! i saw them talking in that little secluded area on the other side⊠they looked kind of cozy in there i donât know.â
cozy?
âwhat do you mean.â
âmmmââ she looked up in thought. âfrom what i saw she pulled him to talk⊠and it kind of looked like she was all over him⊠sorry megumi. iâm just trying to look out for youââ
all over him?
oh fuck no.
megumi stepped to the side and drowned her out, squinting his eyes to try and see if he could spot you on the other side where you supposedly were until he didâ you and takuma in a little corner talking and laughing, him obviously drooling over your tits and alarmingly too close to you as megumiâs jaw hardened.
it looked like he was about to fucking kiss you.
ââi would never do that to you what your girlfriend is doing is disrespectfulââ
megumi moved without a single word and bumped shoulders with hana on the way, her staggering back a little and scoffing as she watched him disappear to the darker side of the penthouse.
and megumi was furious.
because how many fucking times did he have to make it obvious to takuma that you were off limits, that you had been off limits that you were never on limits? and why were you both so far away from everybody else? from him? why had you pulled him to talk? what for?
megumi understood from the get go exactly why you were so upset about hana saying absurd things to him throughout the night, but with the sight of you now pressed up against the wall as takuma was basically cornering you in, the both of you all alone and secluded and him knowing you were too helpless and nice to call out when a person was being weirdâ really put the situation into perspective now that the roles were reversed.
and he hated it. hated it so much.
so so much as his mind raced and spun with jealousy over another man wanting to sweet talk his girl, immense venom in his chest thinking ino was actually fucking insane for even attempting such a thing as he shoved and pushed through the stubborn crowd until heâ
âwhat the fuck are you doing.â
megumi grabbed your wrist and tugged you behind him while he looked straight at ino, his pull a little rougher than he intended as he created distance between the two of you.
âohâ hi gumi!â you greeted happily. âlook itâsââ
âdid you hear what i said?â
âyeahâ yup yupââ ino cleared his throat and shot back, face paling over what he almost did. âi was just umâ talking to y/n.â
âtalking.â he repeated. âand you were about to kiss her too right?â
âno iââ ino looked over at you. âiâm sorry y/n i donât know whatââ
âhuh?â your eyes snapped back and forth between them. âgumi what do you meanââ
megumi jerked his head down in your direction. âdid you pull him for a chat or did he pull you?â
you shrunk back a little, your boyfriendâs usual gentle eyes now sharp and crazed and one you had never seen from him besides through particular tough games on the field.
âheâ he pulled me but why does it matterââ
âwhy does it matter?â
his head shot back to ino, gaze narrowing.
âwhat the hell did you think you were gonna get out of this?â he spoke harshly. âtaking her over here away from everybody else? away from me?â
âfushiguroââ
âso i wouldnât see right?â he stepped forward and you quickly grabbed his button up from the back. âso i wouldnât see you try and sweet talk her and change her mind? to take advantage of her? knowing sheâs too nice to say no?â
âno man i would never.â he shook his head. ânever iââ
âyouâre full of shit.â he spat. âyou think iâm an idiot? you think i donât know what you were just about to do with her?â
âgumi stop itââ
you tried to come around his frame but he only pulled you back behind him.
âmegumiâ iâm sorry man i really am iâm drunk right now andââ
âso you think that makes it okay for you to try to make a move on her?â he shook his head in disbelief. âsheâs in a relationship with me ino. we play on the same sports team what the fuck are you doing?â
âiâ i donât knowââ
âyou still like her then?â
what.
âno i donâtââ
âdonât bullshit.â
ino ran an exasperated hand down his face. âokay fuck a little!â
âwell thatâs too damn bad!â megumi shot back. âget your own.â
ino felt horrible.
fushiguro was right. everything he was saying was absolutely right and he had never felt so much shame as he looked at stunning you through the cracks of megumiâs arms, for he not only fucked up his friendship with his teammate, someone he works with, but with you. a person like you an utter loss if driven awayâ him more than sure that thatâs exactly what he did just now.
and what compelled him to do this in the first place? he couldnât remember anymore.
âfushiguro punch me.â
megumi looked at him bewildered while you gasped, frozen in place.
âhuh?â
âsock the shit out of me right now.â
âmânot gonna do that idiot even though you deserve itââ
âno do it right now iâm serious and weâll call it even.â
megumi rolled his eyes. âgo home takumaââ
âdo it or iâll kiss y/nââ
megumi instantly reeled his fist back and knocked the fuck out inoâs jaw, blood boiling and chest heaving over what he said as you slapped a hand over your mouth in shock, ino hunched over with a hand on his face.
âthanks.â he choked out.
âweâre not even dingus.â megumi mumbled. âbut go home.â
ino nodded, sending you one last apologetic look before stepping away from the two of you and down the hall until he was out of view.
âwhat the fuck was thatââ
âdid he try anything else?â he cut you off.
you looked up at him, trying to peer around his shoulder at his face. ânâno he didnât he didnât try anythingââ
âhe didnât try anything?â he turned around, brows furrowed. âbabyâ he was staring at your tits and he tried to kiss you.â
âhow?!â you exclaimed, genuinely confused. âwe were just talking andââ
âwhy did you go with him when he pulled you to talk.â
you blinked. âbecause itâs ino. heâs a friend i didnât think anything bad of itâŠâ
âyou didnât think anything bad of him taking you to some dark fucking place without anyone else around?â
âiâiâm sorry gumi.â you gnawed at your bottom lip, it registering in your dumbass brain now how shady inoâs request was to talk to you in the middle of an empty hallway. âi didnâtâŠâ
âyou didnât?â
he stepped forward and your eyes widened as he backed you further and further up against the wall, lips coming down next to your ear as he placed his palms flat next to either sides of your head.
the logical and empathetic part of megumiâs brain was yelling at him not to utter his next few words, that he ran the risk of deeply upsetting you and ripping open the bandaid of what you two had previously just cured⊠but the rest of his brain and entire fucking body and soul was livid.
livid at takuma for taking advantage of your kindness, livid at him for thinking he could successfully pull the shit that he pulled while you were naive and sweet, and livid at every single god damn man in this building for preying after you like a piece of meat and like he wasnât just standing right there next to you with a hand on your hip.
and megumi was gonna flip it back on you⊠his anger completely misdirected as he was delirious and fucked off after the events of today and wanted to rile little you upâ afraid to admit that he was shaken at the fact that he couldâve potentially lost you to someone as respectable as takuma, for as stupid and shitty and drunk as he was earlier⊠ino wasnât a bad person in the slightest.
you matched better with someone like him.
and he didnât like that at all.
âwhat if hana had pulled me here hm? to a place where nobody else was around..?â
your brows furrowed.
âwâwhatââ
âwhat if she was the one to pull me in this dark empty hallway to try and kiss me?â
you swallowed, jealousy and venom swirling in your chest as you breathed out shakily through your nose, a picture perfect image of the stupid scene megumi was describing sending a sting of agitation through your insides as you narrowed your eyes at him, his hidden underneath the front pieces of his black spiky bangs.
âwhy are you telling me this.â
he didnât respond, his splayed out hands balling up into fists.
âdo you get off to this? is that whatâs going on?â
the tremor behind your voice and your shaking shoulders broke him out of his dark clouded fog and he straightened up, regret hitting him like a brick once he noticed your teary eyes and angry furrowed brows.
âshit iâm sorry iâm sorryââ
you snatched his wrist and yanked him with you out of the hallway, him stumbling behind you as he sputtered out apologies and pleas for you to turn around, for you to look at him as you pushed your way through the crowd back at the main penthouse area.
âpretty baby please iâm so fucking sorryââ
you said nothing, and anxiety welled up in his chest, wondering where you were going and if you were crying as he tried to nudge back and stop you, you only pulling on him harder as you reached the stairs of the main area.
a drunk random guy made himself known from the crowd and leaned over suddenly, his eyes wide and comically bewitched by you as he placed a hand on your shoulder.
âoh my godâ you are so beautiful!â
you looked at him rattled as you tried to get away from his strong grip, megumiâs mind over the fucking edge at this point as he grabbed his wrist and jerked it off your shoulder with such a force that it sent him tripping over his feet.
âthe fuck do you think youâre doing moron?!â
âoh is she your girl?â he put his hands up defensively. âmy bad sheâs hotââ
megumi lunged and you quickly wrapped your arms around his torso to pull him back, wrestling with him as you dragged him up the grand stairs of the penthouse.
âbaby let me go.â he spoke firmly and out of breath. âlet me go right nowââ
you ignored him as you tugged at his wrist again and continued up the stairs, him clamping his mouth shut and shitting himself, ashamed of his temper and the behavior heâd been exhibiting left and right as he was sure you were about to break up with him once you found the appropriate setting to do it in, his eyes cast down to the ground and filled with remorse.
you speed walked down the wide hall, pumps clacking against the shiny tile flooring as you opened several doors before you found a vacant bedroom, dragging him in and slamming the door closed behind you with the click of a lock, the music from downstairs now a distant vibration through the walls.
and megumi kept rushing out apologies, trying to explain himself as you turned and closed in on him at the edge of the bed, shoving him down and climbing over him in a straddle as his words got caught in his throat, looking up at you with round eyes.
âbaby..?â
he watched you lean back and slowly, tenderly, undo each and every cross and knot from the front of your corset, your little cupid wings long gone now as your gaze stayed glued to his, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth in a little smile.
megumi cautiously propped up on his elbows, observing the way your soft tits spilled out of your corset as you gracefully undid it entirely, throwing it next to you and tilting your upper body down to his level sensually while his heart pattered against his chestâ his lips reaching and connecting with the side of your neck as he placed slow open wet mouthed kisses alongside it, licking after each one before starting anew.
he breathed in sharply through his nose then and pulled away. âwaitâ baby first iâm sorry okay? iâm so sorryââ
âbe quiet gumi.â you murmured against his jaw, trailing little sucks and nips at the skin as his eyes fluttered closed, him nearly missing how you tugged your mini skirt off and left yourself with just your lacy panties on top of himâ rubbing your pussy teasingly over his clothed cock.
âfuck.â he breathed out, his trembling hands undoing his button up as he hastily sat up and shook it off his shoulders, tossing the white cotton material somewhere in the room and enveloping you in his arms, desperately sucking and biting over the flesh of your tits and nipples as you moaned so sweetly in his ear.
you pressed your pussy down hard on his crotch, megumi moaning with a mouthful of tit as he sat back on his elbows again and rode his hips up to meet yours, obsessed with the way you looked on top of him now with your thigh high socks on and pretty little faceâ unsure of how the events from earlier led up to this moment but choosing not to question it whatsoever, eyelids blissfully closed as you ran your hands up and down his chest tenderly, rutting on him.
âi wanna fuck you gumi.â you pouted, and megumi swore he saw stars. âtake your pants offââ
his hands dived for the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the buckle of his belt and chest moving rapidly as he hurriedly unclasped it, slipping it off and tossing it to the other side of the roomâ you swinging a leg off of him so he could kick the rest of his clothes off, megumi grabbing you and settling you back over his lap once he was bare.
you tugged your panties off and sat your puffy lower wet lips on his aching cock, sliding over it deliciously and slowly before lifting and lining his dick up with your hole, sinking down on him as megumiâs eyes rolled back at the feeling.
âyou like it baby?â you huffed as you bounced on his dick. âdoes it feel good?â
megumi lustfully nodded as he reached to place his hands on your waist, you slapping them away and his eyes flying open in responseâ eyebrows pinching.
âwaitââ he bit back a moan as you started going faster. âlet meââ
âtouch me and i stop.â
âwhat?â he shook his head. âno donât do thatââ
he reached for you again and you slapped his hands away.
âi said no gumi.â
what the fuck?
megumi reached again and you straightened up on your knees, his dick slipping out of you and landing with a heavy thud on his lower tummy as his breath hitched.
you got off his lap and his eyes widened, disbelieving that you were actually being serious as he confusedly watched you pull the red lace from your corset, tossing the rest of it somewhere and moving further on the bed with your knees.
âsit up on the headboard.â
megumi dumbly blinked.
âdo it or iâm putting my clothes back on and going downstairsââ
he shot up and propped his shoulders and head up on the metal frame, you coming around and swinging a leg back over him as his mind went into a fucking frenzy over the way you were acting, too in his thoughts to notice that you had tied his wrists to the metal bars with your lace, eliminating his privilege of putting his hands on you.
you scooched back down and mushed his cheeks up with your fingers, pecking his puckered up lips and smiling innocently.
âbe good.â
âbabyâ fuck!ââ
you shoved his cock back inside you and he choked, you picking up your previous brutal pace as he heaved and tugged at the lace in a horny sweat, never in his life seeing you like this as his skin physically itched and burned to touch you with every bounce of your pussy on his length, your cunt so warm as it strangled the life out of his dick and milked it, your tits bouncing in his face and the view of your ricocheting ass a straight up torment to him as he continued to pull frustratedly on the lace.
âlet me touch you baby pleaseâ hah!ââ
ânope.â
âplease pretty iâm so sorry iâm sorry for everything that i did!â
his body trembled as you pistoned down on his cock, hiccups coming from his throat as his hips pathetically lifted from the mattress to compensate for not being able to feel you up, overstimulated tears at the corners of his eyes.
you whimpered and licked your lips delightfully at how good he felt and how he was whining for you, making him pay back for everything he did and said tonight as you leaned down and licked a long stripe up his chest to the side of his neck.
âholy shitââ heave âholy shitââ
you sat up on your knees and let his dick fall out again, megumiâs eyes bulging open and jaw dropping at the sudden stop.
âput it back in.â he panted. âi beg you please put it back inââ
âhmmm⊠i donât knowâŠâ you rubbed your pussy over his cock, noises sticky and squelchy as you pondered. âi think i wanna stay just like this!â
you leaned down and gave him a wet kiss on his cheek.
âbaby listen to me.â he looked at you desperately as you pulled away. âi love you i love you please untie meââ
âyou love me?â you grinned.
âmore than anythingââ
âdidnât seem like it all those times you hung out with hana!â you shook your head disappointedly. âwhy donât you keep hanging out with her and talking about her and throwing it in my face yeah? maybe ask her to get you off.â
ânâno baby iâm sorry i donât know why i did thatââ
âand since you like hanging out with her so much, iâll go and hang out with ino.â
he stilled.
âhuh?â
megumiâs chest picked up speed as he roughly tugged at the lace, your words already riling him up with the mere mention of you with somebody else.
âmhm! maybe i should slide my pussy over his dick just like thisââ
âthe fuck you just say to me?â
ââand let ino fuck me and bite me and suck my titsââ
megumi yanked and the lace snapped in two, tackling you and throwing you face down on the bed as he hauled your ass up and smacked it hard, receiving a yelp from you.
âis that what you want?â he plunged his dick inside of you and you cried out, going off balance from trying to lift yourself with your hands and dropping back down by the force. âyou wanna be a slut and replace me?â
he grabbed a piece of the torn up lace and joined your wrists behind your backâ hastily tying them together and securing it roughly, hooking his hands on the underside of your elbows and wrenching you up.
âgumi!ââ
âyou gonna do that to me baby?â he hammered his pelvis against the fat of your ass while holding you up at an arch, the bend giving megumi the leverage to absolutely demolish your insides while he fucked you. âyou gonna break my heart like that?â
âno!â you sputtered, high pitched whimpers from you filling his ears. âi would never!ââ
âuhuh, sure.â he panted, letting go and throwing you down on the sheets below to grip your hipsâ slamming them back to meet his in such a brutal pace that tears of ecstasy were streaming down your face, your cute pitchy moans mixed with your hiccups and sobs thrilling him sickeningly at the moment, for megumi was too far gone and in a state of animalistic and scary need for you, wanting you to remember that youâd always be his.
âyouâd never yet i find you all alone with another man?â
âgumi iâm sorry!â you hiccuped. âiâm so sâsorryââ
megumi reached over and meanly pinched your wet cheek.
âi donât wanna fucking hear it.â
he looped his fingers through the lace and pulled you up again, wrapping one arm over your shoulders under your chin and the other over your tummy as he enveloped you, dick splitting you open so fucking good that drool seeped from the corner of your mouthâ megumiâs tongue coming out to lick it up alongside your tears and you squirming and pouting as he did.
âi bet ino wants to play with your pretty little pussy like this huh?â he spoke softly in your face, eyes crazed and wild as you jerked up and down. âi bet every single fucking guy at this stupid party wants to play with whatâs mine right? and youâd let âem? youâd do that to me baby?â
you sniffled and whined. âno gumi!â hic!â i love you i wouldnâtââ
âiâd kill for you babyâŠâ he whispered in your ear, nose nuzzled in your hair as your breath hitched.
âso be careful who you talk to yeah?â
megumi threw you back down and broke the lace again with two hands, your arms springing apart freely as he flipped you on your back and spread your pretty thighs, cock lining up, thrusting in and drilling as he hovered over you and kissed you so sloppilyâ majority of it the sloshing of tongues as you moaned into each otherâs mouths and made a wet drooly mess.
âgumiâ can iâ pantâ can i cum please pleaseââ
he shivered at your begging as he trailed his lips to your cheek and gave you a kiss, hips rapid and curt as he felt his cock on the brink of spilling.
âyou wanna cum on my dick?â
you licked your lips. âmhm! please.â
so sweet.
âyeah?â
âuh huhââ
âcumâ hahâ all over my dick baby sâokayââ
âguummiiii!ââ
your orgasms flooded through both of your bodies like a white flash, you as a pair completely fucked out and sweaty and abused as megumiâs cum drained into your pussy, hot and droopy as his hips continued to absentmindedly rut his cum back inside of you while you were both borderline checked out with pink cheeks and dewy skin.
megumi was the first to come down from his high, his fogged half lidded gaze looking at your pretty face and pressing multiple small kisses along one side of your cheek, coaxing your little mind to come back from la la land as you stirred and whimpered.
âyou okay?â he whispered, and you weakly nodded, sending him a cute tired smile.
âi thinkââ he sat up and moved a few strands of your hair away from your eyes, mumbling. âi think i was too rough baby iâm sorryâŠâ
âwhat you just said was a sin.â you spoke flatly and he chuckled, you shifting to curl into his side and wrapping your arms around him, face hiding in his chest.
ââŠare you mad at me.â
his eyebrows pinched, a soothing hand running up and down your back. âno, never.â
megumi sighed deeply and stared up at the ceiling. âthat should be my question to youâŠâ
you lifted your face from his chest and looked at him. âwhy would i be mad at you gumi?â
âfor everything.â he mumbled. âeverything i did.â
you giggled, his heart instantly flooding with warmth at the sound as he clutched you tighter.
âbut you didnât do anything baby.â you kissed his collarbone. âeverything you did i wouldâve done exactly the same and maybe even worse.â
you played with the hems of your knee high socks. âbut i shouldnât have gone with ino gumi iâm really sorry... i genuinely just thought he wanted to catch up as friends⊠not that heâ you know. i didnât even know that until today.â
and megumi already knew it was exactly just thatâ your precious kind self trusting ino with everything you had, trusting a friend, that you werenât considering any of the logistics that could consider a request like his shady.
but he was still so bothered in that moment. and he regrettably couldnât help it, usually being able to swallow jealous tendencies whenever they appeared, but completely losing it seeing as you were so close to being disrespected like that.
and one issue after another and another made him shamefully insane for a little.
âno baby i know you donât have to explain.â he answered gently. âi acted like a fucking psychopath today man.. i canât tell you how sorry i am.â
âoh absolutely not.â you scoffed. âyour reactions were so justifiable gumiâŠâ
you looked at him. âyou were frustrated and so was i. it was only natural for us to start having a fucking meltdown⊠but we had it together! right?â
megumi laughed a little and nodded, pulling back to look at you as you grinned.
âwe just matched each others freak is all.â
how you managed to make every sour situation better and funny no matter the circumstance, was one of the millions amongst other things megumi loved most about you.
âiâm also trying to say that you donât have to worry so much about me gumiâŠâ you mentioned. âi can defend myself if i need to okay? i love to hit a man that deserves it.â
he playfully rolled his eyes and smiled softly at you, nodding and accepting your words but them having absolutely no effect, as he was going to continue to worry over you until his very death bed and beyondâ that being a promise.
because from the second that you blessedly agreed to be his two years ago, megumiâs job was to worry about you and take care of you, to love you as he silently promised to you over and over again that he would try his hardest to keep you happyâ happy with the life that he has given you as your man, and happy with him so that youâd keep wanting forever with him like he so badly wanted with you.
hana was nowhere to be found after you and megumi went back downstairsâ not that either of you cared in the slightest as you gathered up your tiki mugs, bid your best friend and yuji goodbye and left the party as fast as you could, eager to get to his apartment and snuggle up under the covers with the warmth of each otherâs bodies gently lulling you both to sleep, something megumi had been looking forward to all night and content once he finally got his wish.
and even after the roller coaster of events that happened at the halloween party, the both of you were happy and healthy and laughing about what had happened a couple of days laterâ you over at his apartment in bed with him during a rainy lazy november day, pajamas and fuzzy socks still on even though it was well past morning already, and with the smell of cookies baking in the oven from the recipe you had made together just for fun to partake in fall activities for the month, the two little pumpkins you had carved silly faces in earlier today with megumi sitting side by side cutely on his dining room table and âin loveâ.
âi say we run down the street right now in our pjâs.â
âbaby itâs pouring outside.â
âso?â you pouted, crossing your arms as you sat there straddling his lap. âand then we can kiss in the rain!â
he smiled softly. âyouâll get sick though.â
âand so will you so then we can be sick together in your bed and have sick sex how about thatââ
megumi threw his head back and laughed, the crinkle in his eye one you adored so much as you giggled alongside him and traced absentminded figures on his chest, his hands squeezing and caressing over your thighs lovingly.
âyour audition is next week right.â he murmured. âfor the cheer team.â
âmhm!â you nodded sweetly. âiâm sick to my stomach.â
he snorted, eyes flickering to yours amusedly. âyou really shouldnât be baby. it seems like they really want you and your best friend in.â
âyeah butââ you paused. âwhat if when i get there and they see me look like a fucking idiot they change their minds? or i talk their ears off and i get banned? or what if i ruinââ
âyouâre not gonna get banned.â he chuckled. âjust do your best okay⊠and i already know you will. trust me.â
you grinned, leaning down and peppering little kisses all over his rosy flushed face.
âyouâre so niiiceeee gumi my goodness!â
he playfully rolled his eyes, the little smile on his face unwavering as he looked at you.
at his future.
âclose your eyes.â
you stopped. âhuh?â
âclose your eyes.â he squeezed your thighs reassuringly. âi have a present.â
you gasped. âreally?! holy fuck wait okayââ you covered your eyes with your hands. âokay okay iâm ready.â
you heard the opening and closing of a drawer, giddy and excited on his lap as he shuffled through a few things that you werenât sure of.
âcan i open nooww?â
he laughed a little. âhold on baby.â
âmaaannââ
âokay now you canââ
you ripped your hands away from your face and you froze.
megumi had the prettiest black ring you had ever seen in your life in between his thumb and index, shiny and dainty as it had a cute black little heart in the middle to complete the piece, holding it out for you with flustered cheeks as he looked to the side.
âgumiâŠâ
âitâs a promise ring.â he peered up at you. âdo you like it.â
âaââ your eyes snapped to his. âa promise ring?â
he took your left hand that was on his chest and raised it, gently sliding the ring over your ring finger as you sat there in utter shock, him letting go and you slowly retracting your arm with your gaze locked on the stunning jewelry piece.
megumi had the ring hidden for months and dumbed around looking for the right time to give it to you⊠a time that was perfect and meaningful and intimate as he took it everywhere he went for that timeâ hidden in the crevices of his duffel bag during practice, stuffed in the pockets of his jackets or sweaters, and even the day of the party, his fingers playing and running along the smooth little heart while you had gone to change into your costume in his room, embarrassingly afraid and nervous over what youâd say even though he knew he didnât need to be.
âiââ he struggled, you looking at him so sweetly and patiently as he tried to get his thoughts together.
âremember⊠when we went on that trip to the mountains with my dad⊠the car ride coming back?â
you quickly nodded. âi do.â
âand when you said that⊠you thought about us married.â
you blushed furiously and you nodded again, a silly shy smile growing.
âi was serious when i said i did too.â he stared up at you sincerely.
your eyes softened, your fingers lightly grazing over the ring, feeling it.
âi want a life with you..â he mumbled. âi want you to know and remember that⊠that i love you and i promise you soon itâll happen. and on days where youâre not happy with me that iâd do anything for you so we can fix it.â
megumi never messed around when it came to you, and you were the one thing he never wanted to lose or let go.
he could live without and lose his car, his apartment, his things his fucking career and he still wouldnât give a shit as long as your pretty face and smile was still by his side through it allâ for you were the thing he absolutely couldnât live without and would rather swim in boiling scalding water than experience it happen first hand.
megumi softly pinched your cheek. âi want you in my life forever pretty baby.â
your lip wobbled. âyou do?â
he nodded, reaching into the collar of his hoodie and tugging out a silver chain with a black ring looped through, his heart beating through the roof as he held it up for you to see.
âi got a chain for it so iâd still be able to wear it under my uniform on the field.â
oh how you fucking melted at that, thinking over how megumi was so dedicated, so committed to the things that mattered most to him, and you couldnât believe still sometimes even after being with him for two years and him always making sure you knewâ that you were one of those things.
and you loved him.. so fucking much as you sniffled and covered your face, leaning forward to lay on his chest as megumiâs eyes softened and arms came to wrap around your body.
âiâm so happy i met you gumi.â you whispered in between your sobs, those words alone sending a spark of emotion through his body, feeling his eyes oddly and ever so slightly prickle.
âiâm so happy i met you baby..â he murmured, hand lifting to pat and smooth over the back of your head. âdonât cry..â
you sniffled and wiped your eyes, feeling so warm and safe under megumiâs arms as he kissed your wet cheeks and carded your hair away from your face, silently so loving as you settled down.
âiâm always happy with you gumi okayâŠâ you spoke. âiâm never not happy. ever. and iâm so fucking thankful every single day that you love me as much as i love you and that i get to keep you.â
he breathed out a little laugh through his nose as you sat up, his glimmering lovesick eyes on you, you smiling.
âi want you in my life forever too baby.â you murmured, playing with the chain on his neck and fiddling with his ring. âi always have.â
megumi smiled, the feeling of joy and love so potent in his chest that he didnât think a feeling so strong like that even existed or was supposed to happen to him.
but you made it happen. you never failed to make it happen.
his happiness.
âi wanna have your babies.â
megumi choked at your sudden comment, arm flying up to cover his coughs with the crook of his elbow as you giggled uncontrollably at his reaction.
âwhat?! itâs easy we just do what we already do now except i skip a month on my pill and you cum twice in me instead of onceââ
âbaby!ââ
âiâm kidding!â you snickered over the furious blush on his cheeks, tapping his pinky nose. âiâm kidding i need to be a cheerleader first and then you can impregnate me because i know you want that so badââ
âoh my godââ
ââand maybe you should cum inside three times actually because third times the charm and i feel likeââ
megumi suddenly flipped your positions and tackled you down, lifting your top to reveal your tummy before digging his fingers into your sides and tickling you all over, you thrashing and gasping for air as you laughed loudly and tried to get away from him, him stuffing his face in your neck and nibbling obnoxiously.
âiâm sorry! please stop! gumiâ eeekkk!â
âno.â
âiâll doâ iâll do anything!ââ
âno.â
you giggled and gasped. âgummmiiii!ââ
days like this with you were megumiâs greatest days.
he didnât need anything else. just you and your giggles and your smiles, your sweetness and your talkativeness as you brightened up his life in every single aspect, coated all of its tribulations with sunshine and warmth as you proved to him everyday still how beautiful life could be if he just let it.
and as ludicrous as the party was with bamboo shots and cheerleaders, tiki bars and shitfaced players and certain individuals literally trying to pull you both apart⊠you still loved it. an experience you were glad that you shared with together and barely had to make the effort to talk about and fix because there was nothing to fix.
you and megumi always understood each other, two souls on the same wavelength that ebbed and flowed in the same direction and in the same form alwaysâ a privilege that you never once clashed against each other so much so that it destroyed the natural flow of your currents.
because this sea was much different than the dark and torturous one he was in by himself all those yearsâ the one he was in before he met you.
this one was sparkling and crystal blue, luke warm to the touch and fun as he didnât mind the saltiness of it getting into his eyes, because somehow it never burned when it did, resolving itself quickly and gently and the waves themselves never making him feel like he couldnât breathe but alive instead, and all while swimming and nurturing it kindly with you as he made sure that you never got tired or unhappy with itâ never got tired or unhappy with him.
and all of that was a definite promiseâ resembled in the ring that sat pretty on your finger.
to look after you. to support you. to love you.
to make you happy.
always.
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#đđđđđđ: âshow me youâre shameless, write it on my neck, why donât ya?â
cw. married!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, angst to comfort. cheating/infidelity. unprotected. crÄampie. brĂ©eding themes. soft angsty-ish sĂšx. petnames âbaby, sweetheart, wifeyâ not proofread !
satoru has never loved the woman he married. heâs never felt an ounce of attraction or affection towards her. itâs hard to be around someone who heâs supposed to love and cherish, when all he can think about is you.
itâs you he was supposed to end up with if it wasnât for his damned clan. setting up an arranged marriage behind his back and only telling him last minute of their plansâ a bunch of assholes they are.
satoru couldâve declined, disagreed, ran away. he had all the power to, but he had fully convinced himself that his actual soulmate - you - would never return his love, which is why he settled.
. . . he was proven wrong after it was already too late.
âi love you sâmuch,â satoru grits his teeth as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his sweat trickling down his forehead. his hips move in a gentle rhythm, as tender as his arms are holding you. he never treated you roughly.
satoru wouldnât do that to the love of his life. the one who heâs supposed to call his wife, his beloved. heâll find a way to achieve his dreams. heâll do anything to end up with you and escape this messed up arrangement.
but for now, heâll love you like this. every day, behind the other womanâs back, for as long as he can.
âi love you too, âtoru,â you sigh, tilting your head to give the white-haired man access to your neck. his tongue wets your sensitive skin before sucking on it. heâs claiming you as hisâ like he usually does whenever he manages to get ahold of you.
âsay that again,â satoru whimpers against your throat whilst leaving soft kisses all over. the sounds of your bodies meeting bounces off the walls, the lewd noise of flesh hitting flesh is a melody that you both enjoy behind closed doors.
âplease,â satoru pleads. youâre surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. he holds onto you - ruts into you - like heâs never experienced this before. his cock twitches and throbs within you, desperate to reach that aching release.
you swallow the lump in your throat. you feel bad doing this right on the bed that satoru shares with his wife, but you also couldnât care less. âi love you, satoru, i really do,â you moan near his ear.
the sorcerer shivers at your pretty voice uttering those three words to him. his big hands hold onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin, leaving small dents. his breath hitches, âoh, fuck. yâdo, huh?â
satoru curses as he lifts his head from your neck. the view of you beneath him while you take his dick all the way inside your sopping cunt is addicting. itâs also way too slippery because of the mixture of cum on your lower body and the sheets.
âah,â you look down at the place your bodies meet the second you feel his cock slip out of your pussy. you reach a hand down and guide his tip back to your folds without much thought.
itâs a sight that makes satoru nearly bust a nut right then and there. âmissinâ me already?â he tilts his head, that boyish smile on his lips reappearing again. his soaked, white bangs cover his ethereal eyes a little, yet you can still notice the playfulness in them.
âyeah, i do,â you sigh, whining a little as his cock slowly fills you up all the way again, âi always miss you, âtoru.â you never fail to feel so full whenever youâre intimate with himâ heâs big and knows just how to use that to his advantage.
satoru pouts at your words. he knows what youâre indirectly referring to amidst all the physical pleasure. he tries to make as much time for you as he can, without raising suspicion. though sometimes he fails to see you for days. balancing his work schedule, along with his many other duties and his private life was a hassle.
itâs frustrating when satoru is leading a double life, for both you and him. thereâs nothing more in this world that he wants than to have you beside him forever. as his wife, not his secret lover.
one day, soonâ he promises silently to himself and to you with a kiss.
âiâm sorry,â he breathes out, his thrusts resuming. two of his rough fingers roll your nipple between them, his tongue following to circle the sensitive bud while he drives his dick in and out of you repeatedly. âbut iâm all yours tonight, yeah? only yours.â
you nod mindlessly. you trust satoru, heâll figure this all out. for now, youâll enjoy every single second youâre able to spend with him.
âmhm,â you hum before your eyes focus on his neck. you know heâs told you not to leave any marks on him, but tonight, youâre feeling shameless. your hand on the back of his head pushes him down until your lips touch his neck.
satoruâs eyes widen at your unexpected action. he canât deny you anything, even if this is a risky thing to do. he moans when you suck and bite on his skin. youâre leaving hickeys he will have to hide from his wife.
ânaughty fuckinâ girl,â he tries to groan, though it comes out as a choked up whimper instead. he bites his lip and his eyes nearly roll back when your legs wrap around his waist, all whilst youâre leaving those dark marks on his neck.
you softly giggle at your own bold move. satoru however, seems to enjoy this more than he thought he would. he allows you access to his neck while he focuses on his set pace.
âyâ just want me to get caught, hm?â the white-haired man clicks his tongue, his balls slapping against your ass, your juices sticking to his skin which makes the sounds of his thrusts even louder. lewder. satoru huffs, âwant that woman to know jusâ how well i fuck you, sweetheart?â
you feel your body heat up, the knot in your lower tummy tightening. his increased dirty talk only could mean one thing; heâs close. and so are you. the pleasure of having satoru inches deep in your cunt after not seeing him for two whole days, is driving you insane.
âyes, fuckâ yes,â you hiccup, feeling absolutely no shame at this moment. you donât care how loud youâre getting, if satoruâs neighbours were to hear him have sex with a woman thatâs not his wife.
the man himself doesnât even seem to mind it either. not when heâs this close. he pants before pressing soft kisses against your forehead. the lingering feeling of your lips against his neck remind him of the hickeys youâve left.
satoru moans against your hot skin. his dick twitches, his balls tighten and his arms wrap around you to cradle you against his bare chest. heâs going to fill you with his hot cum like you deserve. you deserve every single drop and he wouldnât give it to anyone else but you.
âshit, gânna cum,â satoru warns after a small whine leaves his throat, âtake it, baby. donât waste a drop, wanna breed you full.â his thrusts turn a bit erratic, body pinning yours to the mattress so you have nowhere to run. all you can do is lay there and take itâ take his cum while you reach your own climax.
white dots appear in his vision as satoru releases rope after rope of hot, sticky cum inside of you. his hips are pressed tightly against yoursâ leaving no chance for his seed to trickle out of you.
the satisfaction that fills satoruâs chest is like no other. a small grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans his body weight on top of you slightly, catching his breath. your trembling frame rests beneath him while youâre trying to regain composure as well.
âthere yâ go, atta girl,â satoru coos and kisses your forehead. he treats you so well, even after sex. he treats you like youâre his true wife. which you should be.
he rubs your sides with his hands to calm you down. his own breath is still shake as he looks down at you with a grin. a wicked idea pops up in his head once he sees the thick trail of cum thatâs left on your slit after he pulls out.
âyâknow how i told ya that iâll make yâ my wife one day?â satoru hums, eyes focused on both your face and cum-covered pussy. he has told you before that he will find a way to officially make you his.
and he finally just realised the perfect way to do it.
âmhm,â you nod with a dazed look in your eyes. you wrap your arms around satoruâs shoulders and hug him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. you can practically feel the smirk on his lips as his breath ghosts over your ear.
his hand travels down to your tummy, fingers splayed over the soft flesh; âgood, âcause yâre gonna need to play the part for me already. gonna fill you up âtil youâre nice and swollen with my kids, wifey.â
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LOVING ALONE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT
â âč JASON TODD
đ§žàŸàœČ REQUEST | jason having (what he thinks is) an unrequited crush
CW | lovesick!jason with issues accepting love, just-a-buncha fluff. 1.6k words. đ§àŸàœČ
your eyes flicker to your window for the hundredth time in ten minutes. there's an attempt at forcing your gaze back to your book, but your concentration on it has long since shattered. it's impossible to concentrate on anything other than him, perched on your fire escape right outside your windowâJASON TODD.
he thinks heâs so subtle, as if you'll never notice when he parks himself on your fire escape like some sort of gargoyle. you smile slightly at the thought, heart pounding a little faster than it should. a condition that makes itself apparent far too much when your mind drifts to him.
he's silently taken on a sort of sworn protector role, separate from his nightly redhood rendezvous. you count yourself lucky to have his presence around your domicile so often. you truly never got over the culture shock that was gotham, but jason helps. even if he decides to go to great lengths to try and hide it.
outside, in the frigid and everpresent putrid gotham air, jason todd sits in complete rumination. he has goosebumps marring his arms beneath his leather jacket, but he pays them no mind. no, he's far too busy listing all the reasons he should just leave, why sitting outside under the guise of guard is utterly stupid, but still, he sits.
he runs a gloved hand through his hair, tugging slightly. he feels pathetic. how can he meet death, the criminally insane, survive things that would kill mostâand somehow, he's shocked still with nerves at the very idea of knocking on your window.
in his head he has it all pictured, if it went perfectly. you'd come to the window, a confused look on your face until you spot him. he'd pull some stupid line, something he heard dick use once, and it'd make you laugh. he loves hearing that, more than anything. then he'd crawl inâspend the rest of his night with you, doing anything. and in his head, that's perfect.
but the underbelly of that dream keeps him rooted to your fire escape. to him, there's no way you could ever share his sentiments. you refer to him as a friend and no matter how much he wishes for something else, he can't change reality. can't force himself to make something more out of what you give him.
between the blood on his hands and the rage he can never seem to fully rid himself of, he's come to the aimless conclusion that you deserve someone better. someone more delicate, someone who doesnât live with one foot in the grave. but every time you laugh or shoot him an easy smile, it gets easier to admit that heâs too far gone.
you deign the separation foolish, but still, you give yourself one more attempt at reading before you put your book to the side. reallyâyou just wish heâd just say something. youâve thought about saying something yourself, more times than you care to admit, but the timing never feels right. besides, thereâs a part of you that wonders if jason even realizes youâve been waiting out for him.
every time you joke or tease, you can see some struggle behind his eyes. as if he wants to let go and laugh with you, but somethingâhimselfâholds him back. your very own sisyphusâhis very own boulder to carry up a labyrinthine mountain.
maybe itâs his past and the walls heâs built around himself, but youâre over him expecting you to be afraid of him. you wonder how much more evident you need to be. if anything, you wish he could see himself the way you doâintense, yes, but also loyal and good, even if he doesnât believe it.
he proves it every night when he stands watch outside your shitty apartment.
with a sigh, you stand up from the couch, moving toward the window. heâs always so close, and yet thereâs a distance he keeps in placeâyouâve had enough of that.
you slide the window open, leaning out just enough to catch him mid-step as heâs about to leaveâflee moreso. âgoing somewhere?â
he turns on his heels, red helmet in his hands, "figured you'd be asleep."
you hum, eyes narrowing, "already? it's six pm on a saturday."
âjust didnât want to bother you.â he admits, voice low, almost timid. he doesnât meet your eyes, and itâs frustrating how hard he tries to hide, even from you.
âyouâre not bothering me, jason.â you say softly, leaning on the window frame. âyou never do.â
jason looks at you then, something uncertain flickering in his gaze. his lips dart out to quell his chapped lipsâyou hold his stare, hoping he can see what youâre trying to tell him, wordlessly.
that you want him here, that youâve been wanting him all along.
âi can stop by for a few.â he finally says, adding a shrug to the end of his sentence.
you smile, opening the window fully as invitation. jason crawls in, a rather innocuous task but given his stature, always surprises you.
âi have pizza and brownies. saturday special.â you tell him, a persuasion. you want him to eat.
âsounds good.â heâs in the middle of slipping out of his redhood garb, clad in a skintight athletic tee and his cargosâmask sitting on your coffee table. âiâm gonna change in the bathroom, iâll be right back.â
before his fingers can grab his duffle you start, âwhy donât you shower here? i know you donât have any of your usual stuff butââ
he cuts you off, âi couldnât. iâm already eating your foodâŠand using your fire escape as a landing spot.â
âjason, seriously. shower here. iâll heat up the food and put on some tv. itâs a saturday.â youâre not one to beg, but this is treading the line.
his shoulders sag, but thereâs a small smile on his face, âthanks, sweetheart. youâre too nice to me.â
his tone is sarcastic, self-deprecating, and that annoys you slightly. you want him to know that heâs welcome here, wanted. needed.
âi like it when youâre here, you know.â you feel like sparking a match, timid flames sparkling. âi miss you when youâre gone and everything.â
he quirks a brow, "what are you tryin' tell me?"
you feel silly at his question, the air around you seemingly buzzing. jason peers down at you with a raised brow, as if he's genuinely confused by the sentiment. as if he's baffled by the notion he could be someone to miss.
your breath hitches as you debate your next move. you're walking a thin line between saying too much and not enough. you could play it safe, keep your cards close to your chestâor you could be honest. near painfully so.
when you find your voice, it comes out soft, "i'm trying to say that i like it better when you come inside instead of sitting on my fire escape. i don't want to be a landing spot for you, i want... more."
he clears his throat, shifting on his feet, "you don't want that." he seems to take a step back, not physically, but mentally. his face goes still, chest breathing even, mind anywhere but the present.
you groan, annoyance evident, "i do though. you have to see that in some way by now." you step towards him, "sometimes i think you feel the same way."
jasonâs gaze flickers toward the floor, and for a moment you wonder if youâve crossed the line, if heâll pull away entirely. but then he looks up, eyes darker, severely sincere. âyou have no idea what youâre asking for.â he cautions, but his voice is lower, almost a whisper.
you smile softly, finally letting your hand touch his arm, feeling the solid warmth beneath. âmaybe i do. maybe iâve been waiting for you to realize it.â
âdonât say that unless you mean it,â he murmurs, his voice rough.
âi mean it.â you reply, sincere in your admission. âiâm not afraid of you, jason. iâm afraid of what happens if you keep shutting me out.â
he grumbles at that, a half-willed attempt to argue against your point. you stay quiet, urging him to continue where you left off. you watch his face contort through a realm of emotionsâconfusion, fear, and then, thinly masked and wistful poignancy.
âiâm not shutting you out. if anything, iâm protecting you.â he finally decides, arms crossing over his chest, eyes scanning the wall behind you. nervous.
you shake your head, fingers reaching for his twisted expression, finding home on his pink-tinted cheeks. âi donât need you protecting me from you. i need you to want me as bad as i want you.â
your words are bold, maybe overconfident, but you mean them to the fullest extent. youâre so beyond exhausted of attempting to disregard or conceal your feelings. even if jasonâs not, you think he deserves to know.
jason todd looks you over. his eyes raking you up and down like youâre some high valued productâand heâs unsure wether to take the bid or let it pass by. in the time youâve known him, even in the thralls of his vigilante persona, heâs studied things. eyes pointedly and silently assessing his situation, no matter how far removed he is from his upbringingâhis âfatherâ lingers in his antics.
finally, he chuckles, low and more timid than usual, âyou donât know how badly i want you, sweetheart. butâŠâ he stops himself, and youâre grateful because you would have done it yourself if he had continued on with some rebuttal. âfuck. youâre all i want.â
it comes out like a beg, pleading that rarely works itâs way onto his features. you smile, and pull him closer. his arms uncross, opting to gingerly hold your shoulders. still timid, unsure.
âyou should know how much you mean to me. you do such a good job of showing meâŠkeeping watch and never letting me eat alone. itâs sweet, youâre sweet. i want you to know it.â you keep his gaze when you speak, hopefully drilling each sentiment permanently into his consciousness.
he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut, âi believe you. swear. i just⊠this is new. i never thoughtâŠâ he falters off, equal parts unsure and dumbstruck. âi like you a lot. i didnât know you felt the same, sweetheart.â
you grin, inching your face closer to his, âwell i do. deal with it.â your tone is teasing, playful. pulling him back into the safety of reassuranceâwhat you want him to anticipate from you.
it seems to put jason back in his element, âoh? you have demands? usually thatâs my thing.â
you laugh, âcould always be our thing. the demanding coupleâsounds inspired, donât you think?â
âsomething like thatâŠâ his smile is soft, âbut for now, i think iâm fine with just being yours.â he says it so earnestly, no thought to it. just the truth, and it feels damn good. it envelops you just the same as his arms, wraps you up in utter victory. love hard foughtâand it feels so sweet.
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Slashers with a significant other who is a cam girl and wants them to be in one of their videos? đ
2 posts in 2 days who do I think I am? See ya'll in a year! /j
CW: NSFW
You do Cam Work and Ask the Slashers to be in your Videos:
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas is pretty conservative when it come to sex and such, but he's come around to your cam work, especially since you let him help with the details.
You like when he picks what you were or what scene you might do. You made Thomas feel like a part of it and that made him comfortable with it.
Still, he's very surprised when you ask if he wants to do a video with you. He refuses immediately and you respect that.
You ask again a while later but with more details. Like nobody would know who he was, you would keep his face out of the shot, and the two of you will do whatever he is comfortable with.
Your first video with him is of you riding him. His head isn't in the shot but the rest of his frame is. The size difference goes hard and your audience agrees.
Thomas is a flustered mess when you sit to read with comments with him. Everyone is talking about the new man in your video, gushing about how big he is and how attentive he is. Even with his size it seems your audience could sense his gentle soul, commenting on the chemistry you both have and how they would love to see him again!
Thanks to all the lovely comments, Thomas agrees to do another video even if he doesn't see himself putting his face on camera any time soon.
Michael Myers
Michael honestly does not care that you do cam work.
When you first ask him to be in a video, he pretty much ignores it.
But when you ask again some time later he doesn't see why not.
As long as his face isn't in the video or anything, you can film it, he doesn't really care.
The videos you make with him afterwards are pretty similar to your first video with him.
Usually you bent over while Michael fucks you to tears.
Michael is barely in the shot most of the time. Sometimes it just a close up on you, other times it includes Michael but only ever getting at high as his chest.
Everyone is obsessed with your mystery man. Where did he come from? What was that scar from? Can we see more of him please!!!
Jason Voorhees
We all know that Jason's comfort levels with sex is extremely low and it takes a while for him to become comfortable with physical intimacy. So cam work is certainly going to take some time for him to come around to.
And once he's become more comfortable with that, it's going to take a whole lot longer before he feels comfortable being in a video.
When he does decide to give it a go, he is a real hit!
He refuses to show his face on camera and you do whatever it takes to make sure he is as comfortable as possible.
Before Jason says you can use his name in videos and descriptions, your audience referred to him as 'the gentle giant', which is completely accurate!
No matter your usual content, Jason is nothing but gentle with you when he's in a video.
Brahms Heelshire
Watches your videos over and over again, he loves them. He'll watch you record them and watch them later once you've posted them. He can't get enough.
He's already got his pants off when you ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. You end up fucking even though you're not filming it.
He actually doesn't have much of a problem with having his face on camera. He's still a little insecure about his facial burns but you have alleviated most of that by this point.
And after the first video and he reads all those positive comments. Some are as horny for him as they are for you.
Fully embraces his new pornstar identity. He's insufferable.
He'll be in any video you want and your audience love watching you take care of your needy brat.
Bo Sinclair
Bo is in fully support of your work, it brings some money in and he gets to watch your videos. Even if his possessiveness still often gets the better of him. Whenever he reads comments of people praising you, Bo has an insatiable need to bend you over something just to prove a point.
Gets all cocky and arrogant when you ask if he wants to be in a video.
Needless to say, he agrees to do it.
And he takes to it pretty easily. He knows how to get all of his favourite reactions from you, how to get you pleading and begging for him, and he wants everyone watching to know.
Bo is arrogant and always smirking when the camera is on but it performs well.
He likes to how the camera and film himself entering you. He really does have a terrible ego.
Vincent Sinclair
It gets Vincent flustered, he could admit that, but he appreciates the artistic side of it all. It takes more effort and consideration than one might think!
He likes helping you get ready for a video and taking care of you afterwards.
He's hesitant when you first ask if he wants to be in a video. A part of him wants to do it with you but he's not confident enough in himself.
But he loves making you feel good and at this point he knows he's good at it, so he gives it a try. You can film them without posting them after all, like practise runs.
He may never show his face but he doesn't mind having his body on camera. Sometimes he even just hides his face with his hair instead of keeping his head out of the shot completely.
On Vincent's more self-conscious days, he'll film close ups of him fingering you instead.
He's very good with his hands and your audience agrees. They are very jealous of you.
Lester Sinclair
Lester is pretty neutral on your work, but of course he absolutely loves your videos.
He's mostly just surprised and flustered when you first ask if he wants to be in one of your videos. He thinks you're perfect so he understands why people would want to watch you, but he doesn't really see why people would want to watch him.
But he still agrees to it because he's your biggest supporter!!!
Your audience love the chemistry and intimacy between you both, leaving comments about how real your videos feel.
The videos that perform best are usually the ones where the two of you forgot you were even filming, just giggling together and enjoying each other. Lester gets all nervous and shy when the camera turns on, which is adorable, but forgetting that the camera is there really does help him perform better, the sweetheart.
Your audience love your more thought out and planned videos but appreciate the occasional more relaxed video with your sweet boyfriend.
Bubba Sawyer
Super flustered by your work but he's supportive.
Is super surprised and nervous when you ask if he wants to be in a video.
He agrees to give it a try once you explain that you can always delete it and nobody has to see it if he changes his mind or doesn't like it.
Bubba is just a big sweetie really, and you know just how to turn him into a squirming, blubbering mess.
And your audience love to watch you do it!
In later video's you do, you use the viewers' comments to fluster him even further. Using all the kindest and sweetest comments that say how lovely he is .
Come on, Bubs, they love you, they're being so nice. Why don't you say thank you?
Billy Lenz
Billy loves watching your videos and when you ask if he wants to be in a video with you, he is so excited!
He's completely down to make some home videos but he's a little unsure about putting it online for other people to see.
So you make it so his face isn't visible and let him watch the final edit before uploading it. He thinks it's so hot, he can't say no.
Honestly, you could do really well with just audios alone though. People will go wild for it. Billy unable to keep his mouth shut, all those desperate moans and whines and noises, the sticky wet slapping of skin. Honestly, a video element is just a bonus at this point.
And who gets off to the video the most? Billy obviously!
Asa Emory (The Collector)
Asa monitors your accounts anyway, even if you don't know it. He wants to know what you're posting and how people are responding. Don't want any bullies or trolls, right?
He's probably tried to manipulate you into suggesting it anyway.
He doesn't have much of a problem with your cam work, he's just a possessive bastard and would love to claim you in front of your entire audience.
The mask stays on!
Okay, he designs a new mask to avoid any chance of self criminalisation but whatever.
You two can make it big in BDSM communities.
Ties you up, blindfolds you, gags you. Whatever he feels like, but often seems to focus the camera on your reactions rather than on what he is doing to you. Studying his favourite little specimen.
Your audience already adored you of course, but they also love this new Dom you brought it.
There is no doubt as to who you belong to now.
Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)
Obviously Jesse has no problem with being on camera and he already has a pretty big ego, so he'll probably even wear the Chromeskull mask. It's his signature whether it's for his snuff films or your cam work.
Like Asa, you do absolute numbers in the BDSM community. Everyone is very pleased with his fully suited up, masked Dom that you brought in.
He already has his Chromeskull persona all fleshed out so he just brings that energy to your videos.
He's a sadistic Dom and you might have to upload an Aftercare video at some point just to reassure your more loyal audience that you're alright and always well taken care of afterwards.
Otis Driftwood
Is obviously a fan of your videos and isn't going to stop you from making them. You aren't actually fucking anyone else, so he's cool with it. And if he feels particularly jealous or possessive at some point, he knows he's the only one who can actually pin you down and have his way with you.
Oh yeah, he's down to make a few videos with you. He's probably got some old tapes of his own somewhere, long forgotten. He's not shy.
Says the filthiest shit, it kinda becomes his think on your platform.
Otis can be absolutely disgusting but, fortunately, there is an audience for that and they flood to your videos.
Calls you all sorts of names, asks you if you get off on knowing everyone is going to watch him fuck you. That everyone is going to see all the things you let him do to you.
Baby Firefly
Baby loves that you do cam work, she loves performing. She happily does your hair and makeup, she helps you pick out costumes and which toys you'll use in that video.
Hell, she's even filmed a video or two for you!
She's your number one supporter so of course she jumps on camera as soon as you ask if she wants to be in a video.
The two of you are all dolled up and she's magnetic, the audience love her as much as they love you.
The two of you are absolute menaces if you decide to do a livestream, pulling in huge donations because Baby is going to pout and taunt. Why should the two of you put on a show if they're not showing their appreciation properly?
Baby is the type to respond to very low donations with "it's alright, you can just say you're poor". She never promised to play nice and she just thinks you're worth more than that!!!
You end up apologising for her.
People are into it though.
Yautja (Predator)
Your mate doesn't quite get it but he's cool with it.
Is hard as soon as you ask if he wants to be in a video. Yautja's aren't very conservative or prudish when it comes to sex and nudity, so you weren't too surprised.
He loves the thought of taking you, of claiming you, and everyone knowing that you're his mate. That he's a worthy mate for you.
Even when he's a regular feature in your videos, he doesn't completely understand it, he just knows he's into it.
Everyone loves to watch you try to take him fully, the struggle, the determination, the satisfaction when you manage it.
You have cornered the Monster Fucker market. They don't know if it's real, if it's a very elaborate costume, or very realistic animation, either way they are eating it up.
All the other performers who use alien dildos and such are super jealous, obviously.
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