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Uhhhhh ch4 real. That is all.
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Savanaclaw Imprinting on You
I have nothing cheeky to say. Let's do this.
Warnings: My gross misunderstanding of animals, Bullying Leona for being a big chonk
Characters: Ruggie, Jack, Leona
Ruggie imprinting on you is an "oh shit" moment for him. He lives his life so casually and when he sees you, like really sees you for the first time, he's acting unwise. Ruggie will do things for you that he wouldn't for anyone else. He doesn't ask for you to return the favor. He even shares his food.
Now this last one is particularly special for him given that he values food more than his peers. Food is how he communicates and finds pleasure. I won't get too far into the feederism side, but I think there'd be a lot of "You should eat. Have you had breakfast?"
But it's not all picnics and dandelions. Hyenas are pretty scary if you piss em off. So if one of your guy friends touches you the wrong way or tries to tease him about his sudden obsession with you, he will go on the offense. Lots of growling and hes ready to turn them into a hashtag. You gotta drag him away every single time.
"Dude, you can't just go around picking fights with everyone! What's your damage, Ruggie?"
"I wouldn’t be so mad if those assholes kept their hands off of you!"
"That's what this is about? They mess around all the time, it's not a big deal."
"It is to me! I don't like it!"
"Okay, but why though? Why would you give a fuck?" You shake your head, frustrated by the look he was giving you.
"Because I'm jealous!" He barks. "I don't want anyone else touching you but me!" Everything is quiet as you try to process what he just said.
"Ruggie...what-"
"I like...being around you all the time. And all I can think about is you. And...ugh...this is so stupid." His cheeks are cute and pink as he mumbles his way though his confession. And you, you're smiling. Seeing him get so real with you is so sweet and touching. As he's trying to justify his behavior, you place a sweet kiss on his nose. Then he's all shishishi cause he got kissed.
When Jack imprints on you, he's pretty tsundere about it. Suddenly he's hanging around you and by extension the other first years. Its not like he loves you and how you smell and the way you laugh at your dumbass friends. He just...needs to be within five feet of you at all times. Oh, and that tail? It's wagging every single time you acknowledge him or give him attention. The most antisocial boy is suddenly craving your affection.
And of course Ace is gonna clown him for it. Though it feels a little bit different. "Is there somethin you're not telling us? No fair that you two have A Thing going on the down low."
"What are you even talking about?" Jack crosses his arms, clearly trying to keep cool.
"Come on, dude. You lit up when Prefect sat next to you," Ace pouts at the both of you before calling you out too. "Are you together?!"
"Wh-what?! What would make you think that?!"
And all of your friends have examples. Waay too many. And then, Ortho says, "You know, imprinting can happen to beast men too. There's a chance that-"
"What happens between me and Prefect is our business. I didn’t ask any of you to help me confess either."
Major self report. His tail is going a trillion per hour and he realizes what he just said. "Damn it."
"Ha! I knew it!" Ace chortles.
"Wow...that was pretty bold, Jack," Epel hides his grin behind his hand. As for you...
Well, you're smiling like an idiot. It's not like you haven't been purposefully saying and doing things to see his tail wag, make his ears flicker and see him smile a little. You can't pretend to be shocked as you look at Jack for a response. "Well, I guess I should have been honest from the start..."
So there you are, resigned to be a pillow for the biggest cat you've had the misfortune of knowing. Leona loves your thighs and like hell he's going to pass up on your free period to get some sleep. You've accepted your fate, but your legs are just as comatose as he is. As you try to shift around, this catman actually whines in protest. Inside, he's praying you didn't hear it. "Stop moving," he manages to say.
So, Leona's imprinted on you. Now what? Well, you're gonna know quite quickly. Like, it's kind of not a secret since Leona is so shameless with everything he does. Though, he won't actually say "I've imprinted on you." His actions are all the confirmation you need. Actually, he's the most overbearing because he will just drag you away from whatever you're doing just to take a nap with him. Are you in the greenhouse for a class? Well, too fucking bad. Leona wants you to give him attention. You know. Like a cat.
"M'leg's asleep," you complain. "Plus you're heavy."
"Neither of these are my problem."
"You're literally responsible for both."
"You callin me fat?"
"...maybe I am," Leona opens one eye to glare up at you. He wants to be mad. But seeing you so pleased by his reaction makes him melt a little. "What? All you do is eat and sleep what else am I supposed to think?" To your surprise, he sits up. You're about to ask but he flops on top of you, sending you both into the soft patch of grass. Leona's spooning you and your face is buried in his fat (and kind of fuzzy) tits. "Seriously?!"
"Look, you're just going to have to deal with the fact that you're one of the few people I can tolerate."
He's a real piece of work, isn't he? Still, his body is kind of warm and cuddly, huh? He would probably get mad if you said that out loud though.
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Sagittarius Placement Observations
To all of my Sagittarius placements, ensure you have people that are open-minded and optimistic. Or else that shit is gonna bring you down and feel like shit. Be wild and free. Dream big and that will manifest.
What is covered: Mercury, Moon, Venus, Mars, & general/random observations (at the end).
Mercury
Usually have humour that people find offensive. They're also very sarcastic. Ie, The UK has humour that many find offensive and don't understand when whatever they're saying (to them) isn't meant to be taken as offensive or to heart and that is just their way of bantering/joking around.
Curse like sailors when they're upset/mad about and sometimes even when it's about something that they're passionate about.
As much as they love to be playful and all, they are very optimistic and open-minded which makes them great for deep conversations
They love to exaggerate things and be drama queens even when things weren't deep or serious (and they know it .. usually). It sometimes like a mix of Leo and Gemini energy if you ask me. But due to this they may have a tendency of jumping into conclusions.
May struggle with paying attention to detail and the nitty-gritty of things.
Bold.
Moon
Usually very adventure, craving challenges and new experiences. May also be spontaneous due to this.
Often they're smarter than you think they are and they tend to be sly about their intelligence.
Carefree and optimistic in nature.
Might've grown up with optimistic mother, hence their optimism.
Ride or die type of friends. Applies for all Sag placements but I see this especially with Sag Moons.
Venus
May enjoy traveling with their partners and trying new things.
Enjoys a balance of independence in their relationships.
Might feel restrained to love because they have a lot of love for those that they love and may not want to seem clingy or overwhelm their partners.
Tend to be go with the flow with their relationships.
Mars
If you ask me ... Sagittarius Mars are the scariest. Jupiter (Sags home) is the planet of expansion. You put that together and boom, you got a ruthless ass Mars placement.
May get annoyed with people with narrow mindsets, double standards, liars, being controlled/those who try to control others, arrogance, complaining, lack of action to things.
Laughs shit off even in awkward situations.
Tend to be very energetic.
Playful and may act like a kid.
General
Really well educated and may have thought about getting multiple degrees, a PhD, etc.
Really intuitive.
Loves to travel and may/often have either been to a lot of places or plan to go to a lot of places. Also tends to travel often.
Enjoys learning and trying different cultures, languages, and cusine/food.
Might have deep voices.
Tend to be detached and have detachment issues. Might also have a avoidant attachment style.
Are able and may tend to be the ones making/willing to make the first moves.
Due to your 10H Virgo, you may prioritize and care for your career and profession a lot. Often taking your time and however much is needed/necessary to prefect your craft and profession.
Really wide range of music they like and listen to.
Might be open to drugs or at least trying them.
Usually are wild when they're younger but chill down as they grow older.
Easy going and don't like to be tied down.
Due to Sags 2H/3H being ruled by Saturn you may be sensitive or struggle to singing and making different sounds from your voice.
Tend have deep, philopshial questions about life, universe, and even themselves.
Wants to find out the truth of things.
Tend to have a lot of skills and hobbies.
Thank you for making it this far! I hope you can relate/resonate with anything in this post. My inbox is open for questions, discussions, etc! Reblog's are appreciated :).
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o em gee I love you AND your writings sm, can I ask for a smut maybe like 2009 tom and js like let’s say he woke up from a nap and he like gets a boner and when he asks the reader to help him , they say yes n’ hes js spitting out sweet swords and stuff ty and make sure u get some rest! 🤍🙏
luv u 2 lets makeout :3c
ᡣ𐭩 tom’s post nap boner
tom woke up with an uncomfortable feeling, almost breathing heavy as he blinked away the sleep in his body. looking around, he noticed you were no longer laying in bed with him. as concerned as he was, there was an even bigger problem at hand. that concerning the morning, or, afternoon wood that he had woken up with.
“hi tom!” he turns his head to met the voice that called out to him. you were already awake, feeling a little bit craving, you left your bedroom not too long ago to go grab a snack and a glass of water. sitting down at the edge of the bed, you gulped down the last bit of water as your attention quickly averts to the show the both of you fell asleep to.
with a groan, tom who was once sitting up in confusion and discomfort, leans his whole body back down on the bed. he feels a little bad having to ask such a thing for you considering that the two of you had just done it, thus the much needed nap. but he can’t help it! he’s a growing boy with growing needs (still?)
“baby..” you hummed in response hearing him call you, body leaned toward his but head still directed to the television. whining, tom palms himself through his sweats, unable to wait any longer. however, you’re not getting the message he’s trying to send. “look at me, please?” he asks ever so politely which has you actually turning to face him.
you gasp at the sight of tom, who’s about to pull off his sweatpants, along with his boxers. he gives you a tease of a sight of his hard-on, only a smidge of his shaft peaking through the small opening, almost toying with you as you pout. why didn’t he just say so? “can you help me out? i got a big problem..” you thank the gods he finally asked.
not even needing to say anything, you immediately get on your knees, positioning yourself in between his legs as he now sat on the edge of the bed. freeing his boner, his cock springs out of its constraining, cold air hitting tom’s dick as he lets out a small groan of relief.
you waste no time in going down on him, licking a stripe up the length of his dick as you immediately suckle on the tip. drooling as you get his cock wet, you slobber your mouth all around the hilt, going up to press a quick kiss on the top, giggling. “aren’t cha such a good girl for me, hm?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ears, admiring how prettily you sat below him.
fully taking him into your mouth, you bob your head up and down his cock. the more you sucked him off the quicker his expression was to falter, running his hands through your hair, he pats your head as a way of showing you how good you’re making him feel “f-fuck.. you do that s’well.. gonna make me come soon..”
now behind his cool and sexy facade, tom becomes adorable when you suck him off. jaw hanging low as he gets all shaky and trembling, balling the bedsheets within both his fists as he resists fucking his dick down your velvety throat. he has to completely resist the urge to have you gag on him, choke on his dick. maybe he’ll save doing that for another day.
his attention is focused on you and you only, watching as how his length so quickly disappears in your mouth as pleasure runs through his body. he can’t help but whisper sweet words as you run your tongue across him, “mmph.. your mouth feels really good.. definitely g-gunna, shit, make you do this for me more often..”
tom now has one of his hands holding your hair out of your face in a makeshift ponytail as you swipe your tongue across the side of his cock. his moans are whiny, and needy, and filled with total lust and admiration as he just watches you. god, even though it was the thousandth time you’ve done this, you make it feel as though it’s his first time ever getting a blow job, sending him into an ecstasy he luckily gets to experience over and over again.
“s-shit baby, gonna come..” tom gives you notice before you stick your tongue out as he spurts cum right onto the flat of it. ropes of white also painting the plush of your lips, you lick off the remaining and look up at tom, smiling. he places a quick kiss on your cheek that has you giggling, “t’was so hot babe, thank you so much.”
lol ! need 2009 tom to give me lock jaw from how much i suck him off lol !
just a thought , stay safe yall ;)
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hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.
im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!
bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)
you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.
that explains a lot.
and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)
"evenin', duckie."
"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."
john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.
"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.
"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.
"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...
"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."
"anythin' for you, duckie."
list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner
shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.
"all ok, john?"
"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.
"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.
"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.
"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."
"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.
"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.
30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?
john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.
that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.
john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.
"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.
you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.
"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.
"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."
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ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.
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One Night-two
*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader
Warnings: lots of smut(mask play, spit play, bondage, anal, fingering, oral(m/f receiving), chocking, unprotected sex), swearing, angst, fluff.
Summary: One night. That's what Noah and Reader agreed to. No questions, no second thoughts, and no regrets. But will one night be enough to fill the hunger they both craved?
Authors Note: This took me three days to write(busy life) so I apologize if some things are repetitive. This is almost 10,000 words so buckle up. Maybe there will be a part three if a lot of people want it.
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The door opened and in walked, Jolly, Nick, Folio, then followed by Britt whose hand intertwined with Folio’s. She had a smile on her face until her eyes fell on my flushed face. I did my best to smooth down my shirt and hair, not wanting any of them to realize what they nearly walked in on. Britt, however, with the way her brow raised and the corner of her mouth curled, I knew she had an inkling of an idea.
“What have the two of you been up to?” Britt asked.
Her and Folio sat on the couch opposite of us with Jolly and Nick sat next to me, who was sitting a few inches from Noah.
“Nothing, just talking,” I said.
“Right,” she nodded with the same smile on her lips.
Noah leaned back into the couch with his arm across the back, his fingers so close to my shoulder. I could feel the heat radiating off of him and I could almost smell my arousal on his fingers still. I ran my hands over my thighs with nerves until I hear Noah sigh beside me.
“What?” I asked, my eyes landing on his face.
A face that gave away nothing of what we did. Or what we talked about seconds before everyone walked in.
“Why are you nervous?” He asked.
“I wonder why,” I muttered before turning my attention back towards Britt.
She was watching Noah and I intently however before she could question what we were doing again, Jolly looked at his phone before motioning to the guys.
“We should get ready. It’s almost time for us to go on.”
They all stood, Noah’s fingers grazing over the back of my neck, and as they all moved about the room getting ready, Britt was fast at my side. Her eyes dragged over every inch of my face then crossed her arms over her chest.
“What did he do?” She asked.
“Huh?”
I did my best to play dumb.
“When we came in, you were jumping onto the couch while trying to fix your hair and your cheeks are still red,” she said.
My hands went to my cheeks, and I cursed when I felt how warm they were.
“Plus,” she said again. “Your zipper is down.”
“Shit,” I pulled up my zipper and leaned back onto the couch with a groan.
Britt leaned in closer so no one else could hear. “Did you two hook up?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Well, not exactly.”
“Not exactly?” Britt wondered.
I let out a deep breath. “Jacob called me from someone else’s phone and I said some things in front of Noah that made him-.”
My voice trailed off, suddenly embarrassed to say what happened. Britt urged me on with a shake of her hand. I looked to my left, noticing the guys being preoccupied with getting ready for their set, and turned back to her.
“It was brought up that Jacob never made me orgasm so Noah wanted to make me while on the phone with Jacob,” I admitted, playing with a loose strand from the ripped hole of my jeans.
She gasped. “Shut up!”
Her voice rang throughout the room, and I quickly hushed her while looking back to the guys. Noah gave me a look, and my heart flipped at the sight of him in a black cargo pants, black jacket, with his blank tank top underneath. He looked so fucking good and I wanted nothing more than to walk into his arms accepting his offer.
“I can’t believe you and Noah,” Britt said with a small chuckle.
“If I’m being honest, I can’t believe it either. There was something about him from the second I walked in here. I wanted to forget everything for a few minutes,” I admitted.
She patted my knee. “Noah is a great guy, Y/N. And from the way he keeps stealing glances at you, I’d say he’s interested as much as you are.”
As much as I wanted too, I didn’t peak over my shoulder. Besides, I could feel Noah’s eyes burning into my back. It was setting my skin ablaze remembering his fingers inside of me and his lips on my skin.
“Really?” I asked with a small smile playing at my lips.
Britt nodded.
I thought about telling her about the proposition Noah offered but decided against it, only because I wasn’t sure on what I was going to do.
“You guys ready?” Nick asked.
Britt and I both nodded.
“You two can hang out on the side of the stage to watch.”
While Folio and Britt chatted, I stood from the couch to give them some privacy. There was a warm presence behind me and as I turned on my feet, my breath hitched at the sight of Noah. He had pulled a black ski mask over his face and core warmed with desire. I didn’t doubt that my panties were wet because of this.
There was a list of kinks I was in to but this, a man wearing a mask, was a new one.
“So, did you think more of my idea?” Noah asked.
“Um, kind of. I still have a few questions.”
Even underneath the mask, I knew he raised a brow. “Which are?”
I licked my lips. “Where would we do this? Just because I’m considering spending the night with you, doesn’t mean I’m comfortable with you in my apartment.”
He let out a low laugh. “We’re staying in a hotel tonight. We can spend it in my room.
I nodded, the answer to my first question settling my nerves a tad. As I tried to ask my next one, I found myself distracted by the vision in front of me that was Noah. He was dressed in his full concert gear and I thought of him naked only wearing the mask tonight.
“Do you like the mask, Y/N?”
His voice was low and husky, filled with his own desire, and I clenched my thighs together hoping it would scratch the itch in my core momentarily. Before I could stop myself, I was nodding with my bottom lip caught between my teeth.
Noah leaned forward, his warm breath cascading over my ear.
“I could wear it tonight, if you’re a good girl.”
A soft moan fell from my lips which made his eyes darken. Our gazes locked and the longer we watched on another, the thicker the sexual tension built between us.
“What’s your next question?” He asked.
I blinked, remembering what we were talking about.
“Uh-,” I stuttered. “Is there anything off limits tonight?”
Even though I loved the way he looked underneath the mask, I wished he would take it off for these next few questions. I needed to see his face when he reacted to them.
“You’ll have to be more specific, angel.” His finger hooked into the black chocker around my neck.
Fuck.
I don’t think I’ll ever respond like a normal girl whenever he would call me that.
There was no one else around us but I still kept my voice quiet.
“I’m into some things that others might think is weird. With sex.”
Noah hummed. “You’re not the only one.”
A blush crept over my cheeks as excitement filled me.
There was only two more questions I had left to ask, both of which were extremely important. His answers would be the deciding factor if I agreed to this or not.
“If I feel uncomfortable or want to stop, would you?” I asked.
“The second you ask me to, I will,” Noah answered without missing a beat. “Would it make you feel better if we had a safe word?”
My brows raised. “How far are we going to go that we need a safe word?”
Noah sighed while wrapping his arms around my back, pulling me into his embrace. My breath quickened as I looked at the others. Except, we were the only ones in the room again. We were so engrossed in each other that neither of us noticed everyone had left.
“Angel,” Noah gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his brown eyes underneath the mask. “I keep thinking about all the things I get to do to you tonight if you say yes.”
I whimpered, actually fucking whimpered. The only thing Noah has done to me tonight, besides making my heart skip a beat every time he’s near or talking to me, he made me fall apart on his fingers. And that orgasm was mind-blowing, the best I had. Granted ninety-eight percent of orgasms I had were self brought. What else did he have in store for me?
It scared me but turned me on just as much.
“What would the safe word be?”
Noah thought about it for a few seconds before giving my hips a light squeeze. “Mercy.”
“Okay,” I agreed with a nod.
The nerves about tonight were slowly fading, excitement being all I felt.
“One last question. Well, more of an agreement.”
When Noah urged me on with a nod, I took a deep breath.
“Can we agree no feelings are to come out of this tonight? I just got out of a long relationship, the last thing I need is another one, especially with someone who is on the road a lot.”
It was true. The last thing I needed was another relationship after the disaster of one that ended a few days ago. Even if Noah looked like an alternative Greek god covered in tattoos with such a filthy mouth.
“I’m not going to force you into anything, Y/N,” he reassured me.
Alright, that was pretty easy.
“Okay,” I said after a few beats of silence.
I was still in his embrace and sprawled my hands over his chest. His heart beat rapidly underneath my touch.
“Is that a yes?” Noah wondered.
My lips parted to give my answer but rapid knocking on the doorframe caused us to break apart, Jolly staring between us for a few moments.
“You ready?” He asked Noah.
Noah’s eyes darted from me to Jolly while nodding. “Yeah, sorry. I’m coming.”
Jolly turned his attention towards me. “Britt is already waiting on side stage.”
“Side stage? We’re not watching in the crowd?” I asked.
“The crowd can get kind of crazy. Plus, you’ll be able to watch better from side stage,” he said.
Noah’s hand slipped into mine giving it a squeeze then let my hand drop to the side, something I returned without a second thought. A silent answer to his question.
He pulled the hood over his eyes, not before giving me a quick wink, and all I saw peaking out from underneath it was his pink, full lips that I so desperately wanted to taste.
I was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
I thought hearing Noah talk was heaven but hearing him sing then scream his lyrics sounded like heaven.
All four of them had an amazing stage presence that made you dang on your feet and headband along with them. I watched mesmerized not only at Noah but all four of them. I did not expect that voice and those screams to come out of Noah. He continued surprise me and Britt noticed because she kept elbowing my side every time he would look over to side stage, making sure I was still there.
I never gave him a physical answer, so he probably thought I would leave.
That was the plan once morning came. I would leave him, most likely never seeing him again. But after watching him perform in front of a sold-out crowd, I knew it would be painful to do so.
Their fourth song just finished and Noah had lost the ski mask and jacket, leaving him in his blank tank and cargo pants. The way he danced along the stage brought a small smile to my lips. Now an instrumental tune of their next song played while all four of them made their way over towards us for a quick break. I had an unopened bottle of water in my hand and I extended it towards Noah when he stopped in front of me. He took it with a smile of thanks and took two very large gulps.
“Having fun?” Noah asked
I nodded with a huge smile. “I’m glad I stayed.
“So am I.” His eyes twinkled under the stage lights before he leaned in closer to my ear, warm breath on the side of my face. “I can still taste your cum on my lips.”
Noah was gone, back on stage performing, before I could react. My panties were soaked and desire burned hot in my belly. All night, Noah kept me turned on even giving me one orgasm, but I needed more. I needed Noah so damn bad.
I was so fucked.
“Are you sure you don’t need a ride back home? I have no problem dropping you off,” Britt crossed her arms over her chest to keep some warmth.
We were standing outside the back of the venue, waiting for the guys to exit. The show ended a bit ago and we let the guys pack up their things and talk just the two of us outside. The rest of the show was amazing, the way all four of them came alive on stage was almost envious. I was an author, writing my first novel, and while I absolutely loved being able to stay home and do that, something about the artist life made my entire body giddy with excitement.
Britt was going back to her place with Folio and kept reassuring me she could drop me off home beforehand. I kept declining, saying that I can call an Uber. To be honest, I didn’t want to tell her about my decision to spend the night with Noah. I knew she wouldn’t judge me but I wanted the night to happen before I told her about it.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy the time you have with Folio,” I waggled my eyebrows at her.
Her cheeks flushed with heat as she looked down at her feet for a few beats before she gave me a slight shove.
“I could say the same thing about you and Noah. Don’t act like I didn’t notice the looks you two were giving each other tonight. He looked directly at you when he sang the way you fuck, the way you taste.”
Now my cheeks flushed as I remembered it. Thank god Britt was the only one that noticed it. Noah had a lot of fans and if any of them noticed him singing those lyrics to me, some wouldn’t be too happy.
“It’s nothing,” I said with a wave of my hand.
Britt scoffed. “Right. Well whatever happens tonight, be protected.”
Now I scoffed. “You too.”
We talked for a few more minutes until Folio and Noah walked over towards us, dressed into different clothes. My heart flipped when I saw Noah wearing a pair of sweat shorts and a black hoodie, the tattoo’s on his thighs on full display.
Was he covered in them?
I couldn’t wait to find out.
“Ready?” Folio asked Britt.
She nodded while lacing fingers with him then looked back to me. “Are you sure you don’t need a ride?”
Noah wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest, which surprised me.
“I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”
Britt winked. “I’m sure you will, Noah.”
“What time does the bus leave tomorrow?” Folio asked Noah.
“Eight.”
As they did the typical man hug handshake, Britt gave me a quick hug.
“Bye-.”
“Nope!” I held up a hand. “You know I fucking hate that word.”
The guys looked at me with confused eyes.
“Anytime someone leaves that I plan on seeing again, I refuse to say goodbye. To me, it’s always see you later,” I explained.
Some thought of my reasoning as stupid but I had good reason to think like that. The last time I said goodbye to someone, they were ripped away from me in a car accident.
“I’ll call you tomorrow?” Britt asked.
I nodded and gave her and Folio a wave, Noah’s arm back around my shoulders now. It was a chilly night but the warmth that emanated from him kept me just as warm as a jacket would.
“You never gave me an answer,” he said while pulling me into his chest.
I looked up at him under my lashes. “I think me staying here waiting for you was answer enough.”
A mischievous smile spread across his face before he began leading me away from the bus and venue. He must have seen the confused look on my face because he nodded in front of us.
“The hotel is right around the block. I figured we could walk there.”
“Aren’t you worried about fans following you?” I asked.
He shrugged with his shoulder that I wasn’t tucked underneath.
“Most of them have left. The ones that are waiting around are hanging out on the other end of the parking lot. They won’t see us,” he reassured me.
After I nodded, silence fell around us but I didn’t mind. Something about Noah brought a sense of calm that I didn’t find with anyone else. It should scare me that I only knew this man for a few hours but I would still let him to anything to my body tonight.
We turned a corner, and the hotel came into view. It was late, nearly midnight, so there weren’t many people in the lobby as we entered.
Seven hours.
That’s all we had left together, and I wondered if it would be too much time.
“Are you hungry?” Noah asked as we stopped in front of the elevator.
I tried not to frown when his arm fell from my shoulder.
“I’m okay.” I said.
Quickly the doors opened and Noah let me step inside the elevator first with him following close behind. We stood so close, Noah behind me, that I’m sure he could hear how fast and shallow my breathing had become. Now that we were heading to his hotel room, it was suddenly set in what was going to happen tonight.
His large, tattooed arms wrapped around me from behind as Noah buried his face into my neck, breathing me in. I rested my head against his shoulder and let my eyes fluttered shut. It was incredible how his touch had calmed my nerves.
“Last chance to say no,” he said.
I shook my head. “I need this.”
Noah hummed into my skin, his lips pressing soft kisses up behind my ear and I shuddered in delight in his embrace.
“Promise me something?”
“Depends on what it is,” I semi joked.
There was no way I would promise something important like my life or soul to him.
“Promise after tonight you won’t go back to that asshole,” Noah breathed.
In the way his words sounded, I knew that if that happened, it would bother him. Maybe even hurt him.
“As long as you don’t go back to whoever cheated on you,” I shot back quietly.
Jolly mentioned it earlier in the night but Noah never spoke of what happened.
“Trust me, that won’t happen.”
I turned in his embrace and wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers running through the ends of his hair.
“I have one rule for tonight,” I started.
“Besides not catching feelings?” Noah said with a slightly crooked smile.
“Fine,” I sighed defeated. “I have two rules. No feelings and I think in order to help that rule, we shouldn’t kiss tonight.”
Noah’s face fell only for a second before a neutral expression plastered over his face yet again.
“Alright. No feelings and no kissing. But remember what I said, no second thoughts and no regrets.”
The doors opened behind us and without turning me around, Noah walked us towards his room which seemed to be only a few doors down from the elevator. I heard the click of the door behind me and soon; we stood in the darkness of his hotel room. The silence that enveloped us was deafening. There was a golden glow brushing across Noah’s face from the streetlamp outside and my breath hitched at how beautiful he was.
“Nervous?” His voice was quiet.
“No,” I hoped my voice didn’t waver.
“Then why are you rubbing your hands on your thighs?” He dipped his gaze to my hands.
Fuck, he was perceptive.
I quickly clasped my hands together and began bouncing on the soles of my feet.
“You need to relax, Y/N. I’m not going to hurt you,” Noah muttered while closing me in against the wall next to the door. “Unless, you want me too.”
Oh shit.
I swallowed before the words stuttered from my lips. “Ye-yes.”
Noah cocked his head to the side, something glinting in his eyes. “Do you remember the safe word?”
I nodded, voice quiet.
“Good,” his traced a finger down my neck and over my collarbone.
His touch set my skin ablaze and my eyes fluttered shut enjoying the way his strong hands gently wrapped around my throat. The pad of his thumb pressed against my pulse point and the new sensation made my heart race.
My sex life with Jacob was as mediocre as you would think. Missionary majority of the time with the occasional fuck from behind. Nothing different and we never explored our kinks. However, with the way Noah’s hand was around my throat I knew that tonight would be nothing like I’d experience before.
“Lay on the coffee table,” he ordered, voice turning dark.
I blinked rapidly, mouth suddenly dry. “What?”
“Strip out of your shit and jeans then lay on the coffee table,” Noah repeated.
My fingers shook as I pulled my shirt up and over, letting it fall to the floor. My bra wasn’t anything special, a simply black cotton one, but that didn’t stop Noah’s eyes from drinking in the sight. When I slowly stepped out of my jeans, those falling on top of my shirt, in the darkness I could see his pupils dilate, the whites almost not noticeable.
“Fuck, angel,” he licked his lips while hooking a finger into the strap of my red lace panties. “You look delicious in red and I can’t wait to taste you.”
My pussy clenched at his words and I swore he could smell my arousal when I saw his nostrils flare slightly.
“Lay on the coffee table,” he ordered again.
I shuffled my feet over towards the small living area of his hotel room and realizing there was nothing on there; I sat on the edge. It was a sturdy table, so I felt somewhat safe that it wouldn’t collapse on me with whatever Noah had planned.
He stood in front of me, and I looked up at him through my thick lashes. His hips were meters from my face and through the fabric of his shorts, I could make out the hardness of his cock. My mouth watered at the sight. I was only in my bra and panties but that sight was enough to make him hard.
“Lay back, angel.”
Noah gently laid me back onto the table so my upper body was sprawled against it while my hips hung off the edge and feet planted on the ground. He sat on the floor with his back against the couch so his face was in front of my clenched knees. With soft hands, Noah spread my legs wide, hunger clouding his eyes and slid my panties down my legs. I half expected him to toss them over towards my other clothes but he set them down next to him.
“Keep them spread,” he tapped the inside of my knee.
I spread my legs once again and this time, Noah groaned at the sight.
“Beautiful.”
I whimpered, not wanting to wait any longer. I could feel my arousal drip down my legs and we haven’t started yet; well besides what we did in the green room of the venue.
My hips jerked when I felt a warm wet tongue glide over my folds.
“Shit,” I moaned.
This experience was new for me so I feared I would be a bit more jumpy than normal. Hopefully Noah wouldn’t notice.
With his hands gripping my thighs apart, Noah’s tongue flicked over my clit before forcing it between my folds now and we both groaned my back arching off the table as I subconsciously jumped away from him.
“Someone’s jumpy,” he breathed against my core.
I chewed on my bottom lip while staring up at the white ceiling. “I, uh. This is a first for me.”
Noah’s head snapped up from between my legs, a look of shock on his face. “You’re lying.”
Now I was looking at him with a sheepish expression. “No. Jacob never liked the idea of going down on me.”
“Let me guess, he had no problem with you going down on him thought?” He scoffed after his question.
My silence was answer enough.
Now that I was actually talking out loud about things from my relationship with Jacob, I realized how disgusting of a man he was and I deserved so much better.
“I’ll take care of you, angel. After tonight, no one will compete.”
I did not doubt that.
Noah’s tongue was back between my folds, lapping up before circling my clit. He repeated the motion a few times and my breath was coming out short and fast.
Fuck, it felt so good. There was no way it could get better than this.
My hand itched with the need to run through Noah’s hair and it was as if he read my mind because he guided my hand into his hair.
“Pull as hard as you want. I can take it,” he mumbled before going back to fucking my pussy with his tongue.
I was wrong; it could get better.
My hips began to grind against his face, the coil in my stomach heating the growing orgasm. Every muscle in my body tensed as warmth spread at the base of my spine. His name was on the tip of my tongue as his finished faking me then slide up my entire center. When I felt his teeth graze my clit, I let out a guttural groan while yanking on his hair.
Noah’s licks turned into small bites then he was sucking on my clit as he slid one finger into me, slowly pumping it in and out.
“Oh, fuck Noah. Just like that. Don’t stop,” I panted.
One hand was in his dark locks while the other was grasping the edge of the table to keep me grounded.
A white haze danced at the edge of my vision and now the heat spread underneath my skin as it prickled with electricity. My orgasm was so close and Noah could tell because he went back to licking my now swollen clit while his fingers continued to fuck me.
His name fell from my lips like a chant as I finally came, a scream echoing in the room, and Noah licked me through every aftershock until I was a writhing mess on the table.
“Shit,” I breathed.
Noah finally pulled away then got up onto his knees while leaning over the table. He was taller than me so even on his knee’s and me on the table; he loomed over me.
“Open,” his lips barley parted as he gripped my chin.
I obeyed and nearly crumbled in another orgasm when he spit my arousal in my mouth; it had a tangy sweetness to it. The whole action was downright disgusting, and I fucking loved it.
“You taste so good, angel. I could eat you for the rest of my life,” Noah mused.
My chest rose and fell with every deep breath as I finally came down and he helped me to my feet.
“Good?”
I nodded with a dazed smile. “So good.”
Noah brushed some hair out of my face, serious eyes locking with mine. “Am I going to be giving you a lot of firsts tonight?”
“I’m not a virgin so don’t worry about that.”
My voice had a slight edge to it and didn’t know why. He was only wondering there was no need to snap at him. But that didn’t stop me from walking past him, well trying to anyway.
Noah gently grasped my elbow. “I don’t care if I am going to be giving you a lot of firsts tonight, Y/N. I only want to make sure you’re okay with it. I don’t do gentle sex.”
My pussy clenched as it remembered how hard he had bit and sucked just moments ago.
I let out a long breath and nodded. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” he nodded towards the bed. “Take off your bra and lay on the bed.”
“I don’t see how it’s fair that I’m about to be naked while you’re still wearing your clothes,” I jeered at him while pulling at the end of his hoodie.
Noah chuckled, and my heart fluttered at the sound.
“Patience, angel. I have six hours and thirty-four minutes with you. I’m going to take advantage of that.”
The room filled with my squeal of laughter as Noah gently tossed me onto the bed, my body bouncing slightly.
“Give me five minutes. When I come out of the bathroom, I want you naked and sprawled out for me, understand?” Noah spoke from the foot of the bed. “Keep this on.”
He pointed to the choker on my neck.
Eagerly, I nodded then watched as he rummaged around his suitcase for something before slipping to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I threw my bra across the room and did my best to get comfortable on the bed despite my nerves. I changed my position on the bed a few times, each time shaking my head at how stupid I must have looked. There was no need to look sexy for Noah. If he wasn’t even a bit attracted to me, we wouldn’t be here.
Eventually I decided on simply laying on the bed while being propped up on my elbows. I let my hair fall across my shoulders and the cool air of the room caused my nipples to perk into hard buds. I also turned on the lamp on the end table, that way we could see each other better.
Not even five minutes later, Noah stepped out of the bathroom and I squeaked out a moan at the sight. He wore a pair of black briefs that were tight, thanks to the hard cock that was pressing against the fabric for release and in one of his hands he was holding onto a black belt.
But that didn’t have my attention. Neither did the many of the tattoos that colored almost every inch of his skin. It was the black sky mask he wore, his dark eyes pinning me into place on the bed. Noah began slowly stalking towards the bed the exact moment I sat up straighter, my senses on high alert. When he reached the edge of the bed, his hands circled around my ankle before dragging me over to him.
My flight or fight kicked in and I writhed against his hold which made him grab my wrists with his free hand and pin them above my head as he leaned over me.
“Remember the safe word?” Noah questioned.
All I could do was nod. Even though my heart was hammering against my chest, I was excited to find out what he had planned. There was no way I would utter our safe word.
“Good girl,” he mused. “Now, on your knees.”
I didn’t even have a second to react to the praise before Noah pulled me off the bed and down onto my knees. He wasn’t in front of me for long because he walked behind me and yanked my hands to my back. I hissed out in slight pain when the leather of the belt dug into my skin as Noah tied my wrists together. Once satisfied with the tightness of them and wasn’t worried I could slip out, he was back in front of me and yanked my head up to look at him. The pain that burned at the base of my skull felt so good.
“You look so fucking perfect on your knees for me,” Noah breathed from underneath his mask.
I licked my lips as his grip left my hair to pull down his briefs, too slow in my opinion. I almost whined in protest.
Noah clicked his tongue on his teeth. “Someone is impatient.”
“Please,” I begged.
He cocked his head to the side and the sight of him like this made my mouth run dry; mask covering his face, tattoo’s glistening in the moonlight that broke through into the room, and briefs halfway down his hips. The base of his cock was the only part visible and from what I saw, the thickness of it, told me I was not ready.
“What do you want, angel?” Noah asked while cupping my cheek.
I kept my gaze on his half shown cock, hoping that would give him an answer.
“Eyes on me!”
They snapped up at him with his demands and I clenched my legs together hoping it would ease the need I felt between my legs.
“Use your words, Y/N. What. Do. You. Want?” Noah slapped my cheek with each word, not too hard but firm enough to leave a bit of a sting behind each slap.
How was it that this man who barley knew me somehow knew some kinks I was into?
“I want your cock,” I whispered.
Noah hummed in approval, and soon I was rewarded with the full sight of his thick cock. The beads of pre-cum dripped out of the slit on the head of his cock and I licked my lips before I realize what I was doing.
“You want a taste?” He wondered.
I nodded, pleading with a small moan.
Noah sat on the edge of the bed then positioned me in between his legs. His large tattooed hand wrapped around his cock and slowly stroked it, his thumb teasing the head and smeared the pre-cum all over it. He groaned while his hips bucked into his hand.
“Open.”
His thumb brushed over my lips and I tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum as I wrapped my mouth around him. I sucked his thumb like it was my last meal, savoring the way he lingered on my tongue. Noah gritted his teeth as he groaned and hastily removed his thumb. His cock was thick and angry, begging to be sucked like I just had done to his thumb.
“Ready?” His voice and eyes were blown with lust and my stomach felt fuzzy inside.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed and opened my mouth wide.
While Jacob was the only man I had sex with, I had given head a once or twice before him so atleast with this; I had some experience. And Noah, by far, had the prettiest cock I’d ever seen.
My tongue glided over the bottom of his shaft as he slipped past my lips and when his head hit the back of my throat, I gagged only a little. His length wasn't something I wasn’t used too, but it didn’t deter me from swallowing every inch of him. I wanted to grab what I couldn’t in my hand but they were still tied behind my back so I bobbed my head up and down while swirling my tongue around the head.
“Fuck, angel. So good.” Noah croaked, his hands pulling at my hair.
He was guiding my head up and down before holding my head down when I took him in deep into my throat and gagging a bit on the thickness.
“Yes, take the whole fucking thing. Gag on it.”
I was slick in between my legs, my arousal coating me as my pussy begged to be touched, so all I could do was squeeze my legs together. I dared a glance up at Noah between my lashes and nearly came at the sight. Noah’s head fell back, lips parted underneath the black ski mask and the muscles in his tattooed stomach clenched as he his orgasm built. I could tell in the way his cock twitched in my mouth.
He looked so fucking breathtaking and moan vibrated against him from my throat which made Noah shiver underneath me, his grip on my hair tightened. Tears brimmed at the corners of my eyes but they were good tears and drool dribbled down my chin, jaw aching, but I refused to stop and complain. I wanted Noah to come apart from my mouth and tongue.
“You’re going to be a good girl and swallow all of it.”
I nodded, mouth full of his cock, and felt it pulse inside before a guttural groan erupted from Noah. His warm cum filled my mouth, and I eagerly swallowed every drop. It tasted so fucking good.
Noah, who had taken off of the mask, lifted me off of him with a pop then began massaging my jaw. “You did good, angel.”
I mewled at the praise and leaned into his touch until he gently lifted me onto the bed. I was on my knees while he sat behind me to undo the binds around my wrists. I rubbed at the red marks. They didn’t hurt but were a little sore. Noah left a small kiss to the back of my shoulder while his hands ran up and down my hips and I reveled in his touch.
His dick twitched against my back, and I smirked.
“Ready for some more?” I teased.
Noah agreed with a hum and one of his hands slide up my stomach towards my breast to palm at the left one. I leaned my head against his shoulder letting out a long breath as his fingers pinched and pulled at my nipple.
“So perfect,” he mused.
With one hand on my breast, his other found my aching clit and began rubbing it in small circles. I jerked with his touch and rubbed my ass against him. His cock slid against my slick folds and I gasped when the head nearly slipped inside.
Then I realized, we hadn’t talked about something kind of important.
“I thought it would be good to know that I have an implant. You know in case you were worried. I mean, we could still use a condom.”
The corner of Noah’s lips curled up in a smile at how fast the words spilled from my mouth and halted his movements on my clit for a few seconds. He buried his face into the crook of my neck.
“I’m clean.” He assured me with a soft kiss to the back of my neck.
I nodded. “So am I.”
“Good, because I want to feel everything.”
Noah bit the skin behind my ear, and I hissed out in pleasure. His hands gripped my hips to lift me up a few inches, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. It amazed me he was hard again after orgasming a few minutes ago.
As he pressed inside, I sucked in a breath at the sudden stretch. Even with how wet I was, it still took some coaxing to push in every inch and when he was finally was, I let out an embarrassing moan of satisfaction. We kneeled there on the bed, Noah behind me as I sat on his lap with his cock buried deep, and I knew after tonight, no one would ever compare to him. He didn’t even start moving yet, just enjoying the way my pussy clamped around him.
“Angel,” Noah strangled, trying to keep himself together.
“Please,” I begged while I began moving my hips against him. I needed some kind of friction, the anticipation was killing me. “I need you to move, please. Don’t worry about hurting me. I need it.”
Those words were what Noah needed because soon, his hips began snapping up into me with no falter. My head fell back onto his shoulder while my hand snaked up into his hair. He pulled out his cock, leaving only the head inside before burying himself deep inside of me. He did this a few times over and my body fell over slightly. Noah’s tattooed arm wrapped around my stomach to keep me pressed hard against him and our breathing synced together, short and shallow.
“Oh yes,” I moaned when he hit that spot, stars dancing across my vision.
His finger pressed against my swollen nub and rubbed up and down then side to side.
“This pussy is mine tonight,” Noah grunted, enunciating each word with a thrust. “Say it.”
I pulled his hair. “Yes, Noah. Yours, it’s yours.”
He stilled his thrusts for a moment, teeth dragging across the skin of my back. “Fuck, I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”
I did, over, and over like a prayer as my orgasm crested.
Suddenly, Noah had switched our position, and I was on my back while he leaned over me, my legs up over his shoulders. The emptiness in my pussy made me almost cry in disappointment and he gave me a sly smirk.
“Don’t worry angel. I just want to see your face when you fall apart on my cock.”
Yes, please.
With one fast snap of his hips, his cock spread me open again, and I screamed out in pleasure. This new angle being exactly what I needed to have my orgasm wrap around me once again. It was so close, I could taste it on my lips.
“Your pussy is clenching around my cock, fuck angel. You’re going to cum,” Noah’s hand smacked against the swell of my ass.
The sudden sharp pain made me yelp, so he did it again, this time harder. And on the fourth slap, it was my undoing as I came with a shout. My body convulsed with the aftershocks and through the haze in my vision, I noticed Noah’s eyes shut when his hips stilled.
I cupped his face and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip, wanting so bad to taste them. It was my rule, no kissing, and at the moment I was regretting it.
“Cum for me, Noah.”
Our eyes locked before he tipped his head foreward to lick and bite at my nipple. With one final, hard thrust, he spilled himself inside of me as the final clenching of my orgasm milked him.
“Y/N,” he breathed against my breasts before gently collapsing on top of me.
I was spent, and exhausted, and as we lay there in each other's embrace, I wanted sleep to take me for a few moments. My head was off to the side where I read the clock. It was just after two a.m.
Five hours left.
My fingers brushed the hair from his face and Noah hummed in delight but didn’t open his eyes. He was also exhausted and despite only having a few hours left together; I let the both of us rest our eyes for a while.
I awoke sometime later with a tongue flicking at my clit while two fingers pressed into me. My head snapped up from the bed and saw Noah buried between them, his hair disheveled.
“Hm, this is a great wake up call,” I moaned arching my back off of the bed.
He pulled away from my core to lean up over me, his fingers still working in an out of me.
“I couldn’t stop myself. You looked so fucking beautiful laying there.”
Every inch of my skin heated in a blush with his compliment and tried to bury my face into the pillow but with a harsh grip to my chin, Noah forced me to look into his eyes.
“Don’t hide from me, angel,” he said.
I didn’t.
We both held each other's gazes as his fingers brought on my fourth orgasm of the night, this one not as loud as the others. My throat was raw, but it still ruined me, my body collapsing onto the bed. Noah pulled his fingers out of me and I bit my lip when I saw them glisten with my wetness as he brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.
“I think you’ve wrecked me.”
I sighed when he pulled me into his chest, and I wrapped my leg around his waist.
Noah chuckled. “We slept for an hour.”
I frowned when I saw it was now 3:15 in the morning. The moonlight brushed across our bare skin from the large window in the room and for the first time since we started this, I actually took in all the tattoos that covered Noah. My fingers traced the floral design on his chest then skidded over the female and male skeleton and traced up to the design on his neck. It was a hand with a snake intertwine around it and an apple with green leaves.
“Did this hurt?” I asked.
His own fingers were tracing over the small design of my back shoulder tattoo. It wasn’t anything like his designs, a simple collection of flowers that wrapped around to my arm.
“Like a bitch,” he admitted.
I looked up at him after tracing over the one on his stomach; it was a reaper that had a sithe and a lantern.
“Which one is your favorite?”
He propped up his leg and pointed to his thigh. It looked like some kind of anime character.
“Which is your biggest?” I asked.
Noah waggled his eyebrows at the innuendo and I playfully smacked his chest. “I mean tattoo, you perv.”
He sat us both up before showing me his back and I sucked in a small breath. It was large, almost taking up his entire back. It was a picture of what I assumed was Jesus with the crown of thorns. I wasn’t a religious person, but I’d admit, it was beautiful.
Noah turned over and crawled over me, his dark eyes staring at me from above. My hand ran up his chest before locking behind his neck and I almost titled my lips up to kiss him.
“Do you want to be a good girl for me?” He asked with a low voice.
I clenched my thighs while nodding.
Noah to the doors that led to the balcony. “Go outside and wait for me.”
“What?” My brows furrowed, not understanding why he wanted that. “It’s the middle of the night. What if someone see’s us?”
“You said it yourself. It’s the middle of the night, no one will be out there. Now, get your perfect ass outside and wait for me.”
Noah crawled off of me and dismissed me with a swift pat on my ass. When I stepped outside, the cool air brushed against my heated skin and my nipples instantly hardened. The street was quiet below and thankfully, no one else were outside on their balconies. Whatever Noah had planned, no one would see.
My hands grasped the railing on the balcony when the door opened behind me, Noah pressing me into his chest.
“Keep your legs straight but bend over the railing,” Noah rasped into my ear.
The pounding of my heart thundered in my ears as I obeyed him, ass pressing into his semi hard cock. His feet kicked mine farther apart while his hand dragged down my spine and stopped at the tight hole between my cheeks and I froze with hesitation.
This was something I never done. It was forbidden, even with fingers or toys.
“Has anyone ever taken you here?” Noah breathed against my neck as he leaned over me.
I shook my head.
His large hands palmed my ass, spreading my cheeks farther apart. “Will you let me?”
My body squirmed in his touch. “Won’t it hurt?”
A soft kiss to my cheek. “I’ll go real slow, angel. And I have lube.”
I turned my head farther to the side and noticed the small clear bottle in his hand. The mere thought of having his cock in that hole made my body shiver with not only fear but desire.
“Okay,” I breathed after a few beats of silence.
Noah’s cock twitched then I heard the pop of the bottle cap opening and a cold liquid coating between my ass.
“You’ll have to relax. I’ll be able to slide in easier if you’re not tensing, okay?” He said.
I nodded.
Noah worked my tight hole with one finger, going about knuckle deep before a hiss fell from my lips. But after a few seconds, the pain subsided to pleasure and as the hiss of pains turned to moans of pleasure, Noah worked in another finger. He fucked my ass with the two fingers until he thought I was stretched far enough open for him. I had my head to the side so I could watch him and once he pulled his fingers out, he spit on his hand then wrapped it around his cock.
Some of my arousal dripped down my leg at the sight of him spitting and I secretly wished he would spit on me.
“Safe word?”
A warm smile pulled at my lips because Noah continued to make sure I was alright with what he was doing to me tonight.
I pushed my ass farther into his hips. “Fuck my ass, Noah.”
“Anything for you, angel.”
His cock slowly pressed into my ass and I did my best not to tense up but the pain ached, causing some resistance. The sound of Noah spitting echoed in my ears as I felt the cold saliva dribble down the crack of my ass and I moaned loudly. So loud I was sure whoever was in the room next to us would have heard.
“You like it when I spit on you?” Noah asked while pressing a little deeper into me.
“Yes,” I hummed when the pain was gone, sheer ecstasy filling my veins.
He rutted against my ass as his strokes were long and deep. I rested my forehead against the cool metal of the railing and my pussy clenched around air, wanting something to fill it.
“Touch yourself,” Noah rasped, gone in his own ecstasy.
My fingers worked against my bud, sparks shooting through me. With one of his hands digging nails into my hip, his other wrapped around my throat pulling me up into his chest. This new angel caused him to go even deeper and my eyes exploded with a white haze.
“Such a whore for my cock.”
The grip on my throat was tight, cutting off my oxygen, but not enough where I would pass out.
“Yes, Noah.” I agreed.
His teeth dug deep into my neck, leaving I didn’t doubt another dark mark. I hadn’t checked in a mirror but from the faint pain I felt after he bit me every time tonight, there had to have been marks left behind.
“My whore. My angel,” He grunted as his hips stilled, cum shooting into my ass.
“Yours,” I called out as my orgasm followed him, body falling slack into his embrace.
The warm water brought a large smile to my face as Noah sat behind me in the large bathtub, rubbing the body wash deep into the sore muscles of my back. After our time on the balcony. Noah dragged me back into the room to fuck me on the couch then ate me out on the bathroom counter before I sucked his cock while he sat and filled up the tub for our bath.
It was now 6 in the morning, the sunrise breaking through the clouds, and we had one hour left together. I did my best to hide my disappointment because while my heart was breaking for leaving him, Noah didn’t seem bothered by it. I mean, this is what we agreed on. We would part ways when the time came, both doing our best to forget each other.
Bullshit.
From the first second Noah’s fingers touched me back in the green room, I knew I was fucked. He ruined me tonight, in the best possible way. No other man could ever compare to him in how sweet he spoke to me outside of sex or the filthy dirty things he called me while having me bent over, moaning.
I could try to have relationships after this but what was the point when all I would do was think of Noah. Everytime I looked at him or traced his tattoos or ran my hand through his hairs so I could get a better look into his dark eyes, my heart would skip a beat while my stomach flipped, butterflies fluttering to life.
Noah made me a promise that I wouldn’t like of Jacob at all tonight and he made very well on that promise.
I cursed when I realized Britt’s advice from earlier had in fact worked.
“They best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
A soft tune hummed deep from Noah’s throat and I leaned closer into him, loving the way it sounded. It almost lulled me to sleep, but I forced my eyes to stay open.
“That sounds beautiful,” I murmured.
Noah wrapped his arm around my stomach underneath the water. “It’s from our second album. It’s called If I’m There. One of the few slower, softer songs we have.”
“I can’t believe I’ve never heard of you guys. It seems like you guys are pretty popular,” I said.
“We really blew up this last year. It’s been a crazy change but neither of us are complaining. This is something we wanted since we formed the band.”
I turned my head up towards him so I could look into his eyes. “Where are you guys headed to next?"
"Portland then our final show is in Los Angeles. Then were home for 5 months before we head overseas for a few weeks." Noah answered while moving the wet strands of hair from face.
"Do you ever get to rest?" My eyes held a hint of sadness.
That life sounded exhausting and couldn't imagine being away from home for that long.
Noah shrugged while placing a chaste kiss on my damp shoulder. "When we get back from Europe, I'll have about three months before another tour starts."
Silence fell between us and as the warm water turned cold and minutes dwindled down to only twenty left between us, Noah lifted me from the tub and carried my back into the room, water dripping from our bodies.
“What are you doing?” I giggled when he tossed me onto the bed.
He spread my legs apart with his knee. “I want one last orgasm from you, angel. Think you can do that for me?”
I was exhausted, bones and pussy aching, but he asked so nicely. How could I deny him?
Noah wrapped my leg around his back while he lined his hard cock against my entrance, brown eyes locked with mine as he filled me to the brim. I arched my chest into his as my hips raised, giving him a deeper angle. This time, his strokes were slow and soft, taking his time with me. His tongue flicked over my nipple, teasing at pulling before he shifted over to the other one, mimicking his actions. The pad of his thumb teased at my clit while his cock pulled most of the way out, my arousal glistening on him.
“Noah, I’m going to-.”
My words fell, my orgasm building and cresting into a crescendo. Bright stars etched in the edge of my vision as my breath became shallow.
“Look at me, angel,” Noah grunted. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
I did, my breath catching in my throat when I saw the look of adoration shinning in his brown iris’. His lips were meters from mine, I could feel his warm breath fanning over them. One rule I set suddenly didn’t matter anymore since this was ending in five minutes so I told myself fuck it.
I crashed my lips to his, finally being able to taste him. Noah didn’t miss a beat, his tongue dancing with my own. His lips molded perfectly with mine, almost as if we were meant to be. Cliche, yes, but that was the only way I could describe it. It was a desperate kiss, teeth smacking against each other, and he bit down on my bottom lip while his thrusts became erratic then with a shuddering scream, we both fell apart together.
We lay there in our post daze of bliss for a long moment of silence until his phone rang loudly, the alarm he had set for seven breaking the glass of the glass house we created to protect us from reality.
Noah pulled out of me and rolled over to silence his phone while I stood from the bed to find my discarded clothes. Tears burned at the brim of my eyes but I quickly blinked them away as I cursed to myself. I didn’t think I would get so attached to Noah but here I was, not ready to leave him yet even though I had too.
Once dressed, I turned on my heels and saw Noah was standing a few feet in front of me, still shirtless, but had his hands buried deep into the pockets of a pair of sweatpants.
“Seven a.m.” He said with a nod.
I bounced on the soles of my feet. “Yep. I don’t know if I should say thank you or something.”
Noah laughed. “Trust me, angel. You helped me just as much I did you so there’s no need to thank me.”
I nodded, not sure what else to say.
“Did you need me to call you an Uber or something?”
“Already taken care of,” I held up my phone.
I had ordered one before I dressed, must to the dismay of my aching heart.
Noah nodded now. “So then, I guess I’ll see you around?”
Letting out a shaky breath, I held my head high while squaring my shoulders. In order to help curb the pain that was stabbing my heart, I knew what I had to do; something I hated and always refused to do. This would never work between us, Noah said it himself he barley had time for himself when he was home, how could we balance a relationship? Plus, this was only a onetime thing; something we both agreed on.
Swallowing thickly, I opened the door and looked back over my shoulder. His bright eyes dulled, probably from the exhaustion from our night and barley any sleep. I stood for a few seconds, waiting to see if he would make any kind of move but he continued to stand on the other side of the room with hands deep in his pockets.
I shook my head with another shaky breath, one lone tear slipping down my cheek and the strongest smile I could muster.
“Goodbye, Noah.”
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"you can do whatever you want, you're not Stuck With Me."
"i'll tell you one thing, we'd make history, you and me. you're getting closer now, it's getting better now, but you're still so far gone."
synopsis// bottled up feelings have to come out eventually.
pairing// suguru geto x gn!reader
word count// 8k
contents// angst with a happy ending, college!au, literally just y/n and geto being idiots but mostly y/n, shoko only knows tough love, obligatory rain scene, friends to lovers, ooc geto?
notes// scorpions are haunting me so i’m posting this as a distraction. anyways one of my anons requested this!!! so anon i hope i did ur idea justice and that u like it sorry its kinda all over the place.... anywho so besides this being a request, it was also inspired by the song the point by eatmewhileimhot! bye :3 OH and if anyone else has any other requests feel free to lmk!!
You poke at your food, focusing on the sound your fork makes as it scrapes against your plate instead of whatever the person sitting across from you is saying. You know you should pay attention; you know you’re being rude, but god, are you bored out of your fucking mind. You would much rather be hanging out with Suguru right now, feeling a twinge of regret at turning him down just for this.
“Y/N?”
Your head raises to look at the person in front of you. “Huh?”
They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
You frown sheepishly. “Uh, no, sorry.”
“It’s fine,“ they say, clearing their throat, “I was just saying how I kinda wish we went somewhere else cause I'm craving zaru soba, but I wanted to impress you, you know?”
You nod, not computing the last of his sentence with your brain stuck on the mention of zaru soba. “Suguru likes that.”
“What?”
“Zaru soba—Suguru likes that.”
Your date shoots you a confused stare, and you subconsciously sink into your chair.
“Is, uh, is there something on my face or?” you ask, bringing your hands up to feel around your face.
They shake their head. “No, it’s just—uh, you bring up this Suguru guy a lot, and by a lot, I mean like you’ve brought him up this whole date...”
“I have?”
They nod.
“Shit—i’m sorry..”
“It’s fine.” They dismiss your apology by asking, “What is he to you anyway?”
You stare at him blankly. That’s an easy question. Suguru, to you, is your—he’s your—
“He your friend or something?”
Yes! Suguru is your friend—your best friend even—so why can't you say it out loud? Why are you hesitating?
You laugh nervously, mumbling, “Or something...”
“Or something?” they repeat in hopes you’ll elaborate on what you mean.
You don’t.
Instead, you stand abruptly out of your seat and gather your things. “Um! You know, this has been really great and all, but I actually think I should get going.”
"Oh, okay,” they say, standing up with you. “Uh, do you wanna do this again maybe?”
“You're a lovely person, but...
“It's Suguru, isn't it?”
“What?” You almost choke on your spit as you frantically stammer, “No, uh, no! It's not Suguru-Suguru’s just my-it's-“ you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “It's not because of him.”
They curtly hum. “Thanks for giving me a chance anyway.”
You nod. “I'm gonna—I'm gonna go.”
☆☆☆☆
Suguru is face down on a pillow on his bed when Gojo walks into their shared dorm.
“What happened now?” He asks as he goes to sit on the edge of Suguru’s bed.
“Y/N’s on a date,” he grumbles into the pillow, his words barely audible.
Gojo rolls his eyes. "Suguru, this is just sad at this point.”
Suguru lifts his head and glares at Gojo from over his shoulder. His eyes burning holes into the other's head.
“What? It is!”
Suguru groans and kicks Gojo as he buries his face back into his pillow.
“Ow! Don’t get mad at me for telling the truth!”
Suguru kicks him again.
“Stop that! You’re acting like a child!”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Ok, listen, this isn’t about me,” Gojo adds, rolling his eyes.
Suguru rolls onto his back and drapes an arm over his face, muttering, “Whatever.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Gojo grumbles as he stands up and walks over to his own bed. “I can't take this, Suguru.“ He grabs his pillow and throws it at Suguru. "You can't do this every time they go on a date!”
Suguru doesn’t even flinch when the pillow lands on his face, nor does he bother moving it as he responds, “Watch me.”
Gojo walks back over to Suguru and grabs the pillow from his face before resuming his position on the end of Suguru's bed. "How long has it been?”
“Since?”
“Since you first started liking them.”
Suguru hesitates to answer, “Too long.”
“Exactly!” Gojo exclaims, shaking the pillow in his hands for dramatic effect. “Maybe…”
Suguru waits a moment to see if Gojo will finish his sentence, and when he doesn’t, Suguru sits up, quirking up his eyebrow at him as he asks slowly, as if attempting to subtly warn Gojo to pick his next words carefully: "Maybe what, Gojo?”
“Maybe it’s time to try and move on, Suguru…” He frowns and asks softly, “Are you just gonna torture yourself like this for the rest of your life?”
Suguru sighs and turns away from Gojo, a small frown on his face. He knows he’s right, but he’s scared in all honesty because, on the one hand, what if it works? What if he actually does move on? What if it was this easy to move on this whole time and he was just here torturing himself for nothing? And on the other hand, he doesn't want it to. He’s liked you for so long. You've taken up so much of his heart that, at this point, he thinks his heart is shaped like you, and it would feel wrong to not like you. He can't imagine himself not being completely and utterly devoted to you, and he doesn’t think he wants to.
“Suguru.”
Suguru's brows knit together as he looks up at Gojo.
Gojo sighs. “Just try? One date. That’s all I’m asking.”
Suguru rolls his eyes, but there’s no real malice behind it. “I don’t even know anybody, Gojo.”
He perks up at the absence of rejection and happily explains, “Don’t worry bout that; leave it all up to me!" He emphasizes the word 'me' by pointing toward himself.
“Ok, well, that makes me even more inclined to say no.”
"Suguru, pleaseee,” Gojo begs. “Just one date!! That’s all I’m asking! You’re my friend, Suguru, and I know I don’t act like it, but I really do hate seeing you like this.”
Suguru crosses his arms and raises his eyebrow at him in suspicion, wondering, “Why are you being nice?”
“Because, contrary to popular belief, I do in fact care about my friends.”
Suguru breathes out heavily at his response, letting a brief silence wash over them.
“So..." Gojo pries.
“Fine.”
“Yay!-“
Suguru instantly cuts him off, one finger raised, as he emphasizes sharply, “But just one date, Gojo.“
“Good enough for me!” he says, nodding quickly. “This will be the best date of your life, and you’ll realize you don’t even like Y/N all that much!”
Suguru feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him from that statement but quickly plays it off with a scoff, “Yeah, or it’s the worst date of my life, and I realize just how much more I like Y/N.”
“Ok, well,“ Gojo frowns and scratches his head awkwardly, “Can we at least try to be optimistic?”
“Fine.”
☆☆☆☆
Shoko’s sitting on her bed with her textbook in her lap when you enter your dorm, kicking your shoes off haphazardly across the room and slamming the door shut.
“You good?”
You groan in response as you sluggishly make your way toward her, pushing the book off her lap and instead replacing it with your head.
She looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. “I was reading that, you know.”
You groan again, but this time it comes out louder and more gutteral.
“Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, or are you gonna just lay here in my lap groaning?” she asks, rolling her eyes.
You pout, looking up at her. “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Where should I start?”
“Shoko,” you whine.
She bites back a smile as she asks, “Why would you think something's wrong with you?”
“I don’t know,” you mutter. “I mean, I go on so many dates, right?”
Shoko nods and hums something in acknowledgment.
“But they all never end up working out! Like none of them!” You exclaim, throwing your hands out in front of you, barely missing Shoko, who jerks her head to the side just in time. “They always all say the same thing.”
She pushes your hands back down so that she can return to her original position and asks, “Which is?”
You let your hands fall onto your chest as you turned your head to the side to avoid her gaze, mumbling, “That I mention Suguru a lot.”
You don’t even have to look back up at her to know she’s raising her eyebrows at you in question.
“Well, do you?”
Your gaze snaps back up at her as you exclaim, “Yeah, but!” You pause. “He's my… He's my best friend, so obviously I'd mention him a lot!”
The word best friend feels heavy and foreign in your mouth, like it shouldn’t have been there in the first place. You’ve never had to put a label on you and Suguru, not until the dates at least, but even then, you and Suguru were just... simply that. You were just you and Suguru.
“Really feeling the love here.”
“Shokoooooo.”
She rolls her eyes. “You were just on a date, right?”
You nod.
“And so what happened?”
“Nothing! I was bored; I'm always bored on these dates.”
"Okay, hypothetically,” she says, “What would you have rather been doing?”
“Hanging out with Suguru! I always tell myself that I'm literally gonna stop canceling on him for dates because I always end up regretting it.”
“Right, right,” she says, nodding. “Y/N, have you ever considered that maybe you like Geto?”
You roll your eyes. “Of course I like Suguru, idiot. Did you not just hear me call him my-“
She cuts you off: “Your best friend. Yeah, whatever; that's not what I mean. I mean, like. romantically.”
“Huh?” Shoko’s words take a minute to fully register in your brain, but once they do, your jaw drops. “Huh?! Pft, no, of course not, that is... That is a… That is a silly thought.”
She stares down at you blankly, knowing the way you just stumbled over your whole sentence reveals your lack of conviction in your own words. "Right… Well, if you’re gonna be an idiot in denial, can you do that in your own bed? I need to study.”
You roll your eyes as you sit up. “Is studying all you do?”
She shrugs, and now that her lap is free from you, she places her textbook back into her lap. “Is obsessing over Geto all you do?”
“I don't like you.”
“You love me. Now leave me alone.”
You begrudgingly hop off her bed and into your own, making it a point to sigh dramatically the whole time. Once you're in your own bed, your phone goes off, and upon seeing who the message is from, you bite back a smile.
Shoko looks up from her textbook at the noise. “Oh? That your man?”
“Shut your mouth.”
She simply laughs under her breath before returning to her studies, and you happily return your attention back to your phone.
Suguru<3: hey
Y/N: hey!
Suguru<3: oh I didn't expect you to reply so quick lol. I thought u were on a date?
Y/N: was :/ that shit suckedddddd it was so boring Suguru pls I would've much rather hung out with you
Suguru<3: well I mean u could've
Y/N: I KNOWWWW ugh next time remind me to never cancel on you for a lame date again k?
Suguru<3: yeah I will… so I'm taking it you won't be seeing them again?
Y/N: definitely not... I do wanna see u again tho!!
Suguru<3: you'll see me in class y/n
Y/N: yeah but that's so far awayyyyy
Suguru<3: yk if u wanna hangout rn u can just say so
Y/N: do u wanna hang out?
Suguru<3: he can't he's busy -gojo
Y/N: gojo when I get my hands on u.
Suguru<3: :p -gojo
You groan dramatically and throw your phone somewhere onto your bed as you shove your face into your pillow, mumbling, “I'm going to sleep.”
“Eager to see your man tomorrow?”
“Die.”
☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。
Gojo and Suguru are walking to class when Gojo starts humming obnoxiously, like he’s thinking about something and wants someone to notice, so he doesn’t stop until Suguru sighs.
“Can you shut up?”
Gojo frowns and feigns hurt. “Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m thinking about?”
“Fine, what are you thinking about, Gojo?”
Gojo slightly leans in toward Suguru as he coos, “Thinking about who I’m gonna set you up with, obviously!”
"Oh, right about that...”
“Nuh uh, you can't back out!”
“But I think they might feel the same?” Suguru says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Gojo’s head whips toward Suguru in shock. “Wait huh?”
“Before you stole my phone yesterday—which I’m still mad about, by the way—they said they would’ve rather hung out with me than go on the date,” he says, pulling out his phone to show Gojo the texts.
Gojo doesn’t say anything, and the lack of anything coming out of his mouth worries Suguru, who’s now scanning Gojo’s face for a trace of anything to tell him what the other is thinking and gets it when Gojo finally cracks a frown.
“What? Why do you look like that?” Suguru asks, and he hates how it comes out more panicked than he intended, his own voice like nails on a chalkboard to his ears.
“I don't wanna say anything that would get your hopes up,” Gojo says, his gaze now fixed on his steps. “And besides, maybe this date could still be good.”
“You’re not gonna let me get out of this, are you?”
“Of course not!” he says, his regular pep back in his step. “So does tomorrow work for you?”
“Yeah, whatever, Gojo, you’d make me go regardless, I don’t know why you ask.”
“Lol, true anyway." Gojo’s steps come to a halt. "Here’s my class; see you later!”
Suguru waves him off: "Yeah, whatever, oh, and Gojo?”
“Hm?”
“At least set me up with someone good," he says, an ever-so-slight smile on his face.
“Of course! Leave it all up to me, bestie!”
Suguru nods and continues on toward his own class, only then does he huff, “Yeah, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
☆☆☆☆
You sat in your seat, your cheek leaning in your palm, sighing every so often from boredom but quickly perking up when you notice a familiar face walk through the door.
“Suguru!”
“Y/N!”
Your gaze is glued to him as you watch him take his seat beside you; only once he’s fully situated do you speak up again: “I was wondering if you were skipping or something.”
Suguru tilts his head at you in confusion, asking, “Why?”
“Because you took so long.”
He tries to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. “Did you miss me that much?”
“Shut up. What were you doing anyway?”
Suguru rolls his eyes. “Gojo made me walk him to class.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, your voice unamused as you speak, “Lame excuse, I walk with Shoko to her class every day and I still get here before you.”
“Yeah, that’s cause it’s Shoko?”
“True, I’ll excuse it for today if...”
“If?” He narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue your sentence.
“If we hang out tomorrow?”
“Can we hang out today?” He looks away as he says, “I’m kinda busy tomorrow....”
“Aw man,” you say, frowning, “You’re never busy.”
“I know, sorry, it’s just—" He halts before mumbling out the rest of his sentence—“something Gojo’s making me do.”
Suguru finally returns his gaze to you when he hears you huff.
“He’s taking you from me too often; I'll have to intervene sooner or later if he keeps this up.”
He stifles a laugh. “Can you not today?”
“Nope, I've gotta work on a project for one of my classes,” you say with a disappointed sigh.
“Okay, well, how about Wednesday, then?”
“I can fit you into my schedule, I suppose.”
“Oh shut up; don’t act like you weren’t the one asking me to hang out last night.”
“I was a different person then,” you deadpan.
Suguru rolls his eyes but can’t even try to hide the grin on his face. “Yeah, ok.”
☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。
Come the next afternoon, Suguru finds himself staring into a mirror at his outfit with a small scowl on his face.
“I look stupid.”
“You always look stupid,” Gojo remarks, patting Suguru on the back.
Suguru ignores him and rolls his eyes, his voice small as he borderline pleads, “Do I really have to go?”
“Yes! It’s too late to back out now when your date is in like twenty minutes, so really you should get going by now,” he says while attempting to push Suguru out the door.
Suguru doesn’t budge. “I don't even know this person, Gojo.”
“That’s what dates are for!”
Suguru looks over his shoulder at Gojo, who’s still trying to push him out the door. “You know this isn’t gonna work, right?”
Gojo rolls his eyes and huffs, “Well, not with that attitude.”
“Gojo.”
“Suguru, you said you’d try! so go! try!”
Suguru sighs and reluctantly gives in… again. “I hate you.”
Gojo waves him off, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you can hate me after your date.”
Suguru doesn’t reply and instead opts to flip him off as he walks out the door.
☆☆☆☆
Suguru sits at a secluded booth in a dimly lit restaurant, lost in thought rather than listening to whatever the person sitting across from him is saying. He knows he should be paying attention; he knows he’s being rude, but god is he bored out of his fucking mind, and to say he’s hating every second of this is an understatement. He’d much rather be hanging out with you right now, regretting turning you down for this because just being here makes a part of him feel like he’s betraying you, and the thought has him anxiously wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. He’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you. Suguru was naive to believe he could delude himself into thinking that there was any possibility in any way that he’d move on, let alone with someone Gojo picked.
“Suguru?”
He quickly looks up at the person in front of him. “Yeah?”
They laugh nervously. “Did you hear anything I just said?”
“No, sorry—I guess I was just, uh, lost in thought.”
"Oh, it’s fine,” they say, confusingly normal about the whole situation. “I was just, um, talking about your friend Gojo, actually.”
He blinks. “Why?”
“I was actually hoping you'd help me get with him?”
“You do realize you're on a date with me, right?”
“Please.” They roll their eyes. “Don't act like you wanna be here any more than I do right now.”
“How did-“
“It's written all over your face, you know? They must be really special.” They tease with a sweet smile, “I almost feel like I should be jealous.”
Suguru swallows harshly, suddenly feeling way more exposed than he would ever want to, especially on a ‘date’. “Sorry…”
They shrug. “Don't be; honestly, I just said yes to this to get some pointers on Gojo, so I don't think I'm any better than you right now.”
Suguru nods, his mind reeling. He’s not actually sure what’s going on or how he got here in the first place. How could his date be so okay with the fact that he’s here thinking about someone else? Oh, right, because so are they, but it’s still not clicking in his brain.
“You can leave if you want.”
He narrows his eyes at them skeptically. “Huh?”
“To go hang out with the one you actually like.”
Suguru shakes his head. There’s somehow too much happening right now for him to comprehend. “Again, what?”
They roll their eyes playfully, an amused smile on their face, as they lean over the table and whisper, “Suguru, I'm giving you an out.”
He blinks, and suddenly everything clicks, and he doesn’t understand why he’s still here when they just told him they could go to you. He stands up abruptly and says, “Right, I'm...“
“Don't say you're sorry; make it up to me by going to them, yeah?”
“I really appreciate that. Uhm, text me and I'll give you pointers on Gojo?”
They laugh and nod. “Yeah. Now, shoo, go to the one you actually want to be with.”
Suguru turns his head toward the exit of the restaurant, ready to leave, but pauses and ends up turning back to his ‘date’, a small smile on his face. “Thank you.”
“Mhm! Also, I want to meet them sometime, k? We’re friends now, sorry!”
“Yeah… Yeah, you can. Someday? Maybe…”
They tilt their head at him, unamused despite the smile on their face. “Bye Suguru.”
He returns the smile and waves before heading off to find you.
☆☆☆☆
You found yourself under a tree somewhere on campus, attempting—and failing—to entertain yourself since Suguru was busy and couldn't hang out, and you didn't even dare try to go to Shoko for entertainment, knowing her face is probably stuffed into her textbook and she would berate you for interrupting her, or if she did agree, she would spend the whole time with her whole face screaming how she would much rather be studying, even when her studying proves to be just for fun because she cheats on her exams anyway, but you digress. Lost in thought, you don't notice how someone’s approached you until their shadow falls over you.
“You dead?”
You look up and are pleasantly surprised to see Suguru. “Hey! I thought you were busy?”
Suguru shrugs. “Left early.”
“What’d you go do anyway?”
“A date.”
The minute the words leave Suguru’s mouth, you can feel your stomach churn in a horrible way. like you’re on a rollercoaster, but it's not fun; you want to get off, and you want to get off now, like this is final destination and you’re about to fall to your doom. Or more so, this makes you realize you've already fallen to your doom; you've already fallen in love with Suguru, and it took Shoko saying something and him going on a date for it to really sink in like it hadn't been there all along. Your jaw clenches, and you're quiet—terrifyingly quiet—and it makes Suguru regret saying anything; he doesn’t even know why he did... Okay, no, he knows. He knows he was acting petty and wanted to rub it in your face like you rub your dates in his, even if not purposeful, and besides, you two are friends, and friends are honest with each other. But maybe he shouldn’t have been, and it's excrutiatingly obvious he shouldn't have been when you suddenly stand up and avoid his gaze.
“Y/N?”
You kick at the dirt under your shoes and mumble, “I should, um, Shoko actually just texted me.”
“Y/N, can you look at me, please?” Suguru sounds desperate.
You look up at him and smile, but with the way your eyes are glazed over, it’s like you’re not even there. “Yeah?”
“I thought we could hang out now?”
“Yeah, but—ugh—Shoko really needs my help, you know?”
“Are we still on for tomorrow at least?”
“I hope your date was good, Suguru.”
“Y/N-“
“If I keep her waiting any longer, she’ll be really mad. I’m gonna go.”
☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。
Suguru wishes he could say he’s surprised when you don’t show up to class the next day, but he’s not. Not at all. Especially from the way you ran off yesterday to how you’re still not answering any of his texts or calls, it was a telltale sign that Suguru would not be seeing you today. That didn’t stop him from trying, though. Of course not. So halfway through class, he left—not like he was paying attention anyway—and made his way to your dorm. Though he hesitates to knock once he’s actually there, he doesn’t even know why you’re ignoring him in the first place, and honestly? He’s scared to find out.
You’ve never acted like this with him before; you’ve always been an open book, always the first to speak up if something he did upset you, so he doesn’t understand why you’ve suddenly done a complete 180. He takes a deep breath before knocking. He came all this way; he isn’t going to just leave without figuring out what's wrong—or at least he’s going to try to figure out what's wrong.
No answer.
He knocks again.
No answer.
Suguru groans as he goes to knock one more time, but before he can, the door is swung open, and he’s met with a disheveled-looking Shoko.
“What?”
“Shoko, hi—“ Suguru gives her a quick once-over. "Sorry, were you asleep?”
She crosses her arms and blows a tuft of hair out of her face. “I was, and I'd like to go back to sleep, so-“
“Right, sorry, uh, is Y/N here?”
“No,” she replies quickly, far too quickly that Suguru doesn't believe her and instead tries to look into the room to find you. Shoko immediately picks up on this and shifts her body to cover any gaps he could look through. “They aren’t here, sorry.”
“Shoko,” he monotones.
She chews the inside of her lip and looks away, and Suguru can tell she's dying to say something, but she ultimately decides against it and shakes her head, looking back up at him.
“They’re not here, sorry.”
Suguru sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It's fine, sorry for waking you.”
“It's fine… Take care of yourself, Geto.”
“Yeah. You too.”
Shoko quickly shuts the door, and instead of climbing back into bed, she grabs her pillow and makes her way toward your bed, only to end up hitting you with it repeatedly. You pull your covers over your head in a futile attempt to protect yourself.
“Shoko, stop!”
“You stop.” She punctuates every word with a hit of her pillow.
“You’re the one hitting me!”
Shoko hits you one last time. “I mean, stop ignoring him, idiot.”
You peek your head out from under the covers, a frown on your face.
“Don't look at me like that; you’re acting childish, and you know that.”
“I can’t look at him.”
“You’re dramatic.”
“Shoko, I'm serious!” You speak adamantly, sitting up. “I mean, I realize I like him the exact moment he tells me he went on a date?”
“Who’s fault is that?”
“Shoko, I-I can't.”
“Whatever, sulk all you want; don't talk to him about it; I don't care; just scoot over.”
Your face twists in confusion. “What?”
“I'm tired,” she says blankly, now climbing into your bed.
You listen and scoot over, though it's more like she pushes you over. “You know you have your own bed, right?”
She yawns: “Too far away.”
You look down at her, and she's somehow already fast asleep. You roll your eyes and lay back down, looking up at the ceiling with your mind racing, and suddenly your phone vibrates. You know who it is; he’s the only one who texts you, but that doesn’t stop you from checking anyway.
Suguru<3: hey.
Suguru<3: did I do something?
Suguru<3: I don't understand.
Suguru<3: you weren't in class so I tried going to ur dorm. shoko said you weren't there but I don't really believe her.
Suguru<3: can you just talk to me please?
Suguru<3: I miss you.
Suguru<3: guess this means we aren’t hanging out today huh?
Suguru<3: text me soon please.
☆☆☆☆
Thursday
Suguru<3: no class again?
Suguru<3: look I get it
Suguru<3: okay maybe I don't.
Suguru<3: I don't know what I did wrong but if you don't wanna talk that's fine
Suguru<3: can you just let me know you’re okay?
Suguru<3: fuck I don't even care if you have shoko tell me you’re okay or if you tell gojo I just
Suguru<3: I just need to know you’re okay y/n.
Suguru<3: how long are you gonna avoid me?
Suguru<3: or avoid class?
Suguru<3: I miss you.
“Can you answer your fucking phone,” Shoko snaps.
You glare at her and instead shut your phone off completely. “There. Happy?”
"No, not at all; I won't be happy till you stop sulking.”
You smile at her condescendingly. "You are so lovely; did you know that?”
She sighs deeply. “Y/N, you’re ignoring Geto because he went on one date.”
“I'm ignoring him because I'm in love with him.”
She narrows her eyes at you. “And he's supposed to know that how? I'm a hundred percent sure the poor boy has no clue what he did.”
“Shoko, you don't get it! You've never been in love,” you sneer.
“I don't need to be in love to know you're acting stupid.” She shakes her head. “You know what? Ignore him all you want; that's your problem, but you need to go to class; don't throw away your college degree for him.”
You sigh, finally agreeing with her on at least one thing. “Yeah... Yeah, I know I'll go tomorrow.”
She nods happily. “Good. Now can I get back to studying?”
“I'm not the one who made you stop, you took that upon yourself.”
“Watch yourself; I'll walk my ass straight to Geto's dorm and tell him for you.”
“…Sorry”
☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。*。☆。☆。
You get to class the next day extremely early and take a seat in the far back, away from everyone else, hoping Suguru would somehow not see you, or maybe more like in hopes you wouldn’t see him. It doesn't work. The minute he walks in, his eyes are drawn to yours like there was an invisible string there tying him directly to you, and your stomach twists as you see him approach you. As he’s approaching you, he sees your face, and he sees how you look like you're five seconds away from vomiting up everything you’ve ever eaten since you were born, so he stops in his tracks. Besides, a confrontation in the middle of class wouldn't be a good idea either way, so he’ll just catch you after class.
That somehow proves to be much harder than it should have been because once class ends and he turns around to catch you before you leave, you're already gone. He blinks incredulously at your empty seat for a moment before snapping out of it and running out into the halls, trying to find you among the crowd of people, which is easy for him considering you're the only thing that exists to Suguru right now and pretty much always, but even despite that, he can't find you. He stands in the hall, watching people pass him by as he does nothing, and the only thing he can hear is his heartbeat ringing in his ears and the rain that suddenly started sometime during all of this.
He finally snaps out of it once more and realizes that since it randomly started raining, there's a chance that you're somewhere waiting the rain out, unless you are so dead set on avoiding him that you don't care in the first place and walk back to your dorm in the rain anyway... Suguru hopes he's right as he starts walking toward the exit, and exhales heavily in relief when he sees you out on the porch and slowly creeps up behind you.
“Did you know it was gonna rain?”
You flinch at the sound of his voice. “No.”
Suguru’s heart feels like it's about to burst right out of his chest, and he feels like it's been way too long since he's heard your voice. “I think Gojo is gonna bring me an umbrella; do you wanna wait with me?”
“No.”
“No?”
You shake your head and start walking out into the rain, but you don't get far when Suguru reaches out and grabs your wrist.
“Wait!”
You look back at him, your jaw clenched tight. “Let go of me, Suguru.”
“You’ll get sick.”
You yank your wrist out of his grasp. “I don't care; I want to go back to my dorm.”
For a few moments, Suguru feels stuck in place as he watches you begin to walk away, yet everything in his being is screaming at him to go after you, to not let you go. He doesn’t even realize he was holding his breath this whole time until he gasps for air, and at the same time, his body finally decides to align with his mind, and he runs after you. You can hear his foot steps pattering against puddles, which only makes you speed up your walking.
Suguru notices this, and although he's still chasing after you, he decides to call out a pained, “Why are you ignoring me?”
You almost don't even hear him over how loud the rain has grown.
Almost.
“I'm not ignoring you, Suguru,” you say, stopping in your tracks with a deep sigh. He’ll catch you sooner or later, so maybe it's best to just get it over with.
Suguru doesn’t say anything until he's right behind you. You can hear just how clearly his voice trembles as he says, “Oh, so we’re lying now?”
“I'm no-“
“What the fuck happened? What are you doing?” and although he sounded exasperated only a second ago, when he speaks again, it's horrifyingly subdued: “This—this isn't us.”
You whip around to face him, a scowl on your face as you fume, “There is no us.”
Suguru’s face goes blank. No us? That's not right. That's all there is. There's only ever been an us because Suguru is not him without you. It's never just Suguru. It's you and Suguru; it's him and you; there's no him without you.
“What?”
“There is no us, Suguru; that's—“ you say, gesturing in little circles with your hands in front of you, trying to act out whatever word you're looking for. “That's the fucking problem.”
“I don't—“ His voice is breathy as he shakes his head in confusion. “What are you saying, Y/N?”
“You know what I'm saying.”
“No,” he says sternly, "No, I don't. I need to hear you say it.”
You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the rain falling against your face rather than the words coming out of your mouth: “I'm in love with you.”
The silence is suffocating, and you're violently aware of how you can feel Suguru’s eyes burning holes into you. You swallow harshly before peeking your eyes open, and he’s just standing there wide-eyed, his jaw slack.
“Suguru?”
“Why now?”
With his voice so small and brittle, you hardly even heard him.
“Huh?”
“Why now?” he repeats, this time louder, harsher.
“I don't—I don't understand?”
Suguru laughs in disbelief. He brings his hands up to cover his face, and he just laughs into them or cries; he's not even quite sure anymore. And after a few moments of this, he finally takes a deep breath, running one hand down his face as the other drops back to his side. “Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you, Y/N?”
“What?” You’re hopeful for a moment, but that all comes quickly crashing down, realization washing over you. “Wait, but you went on a date.”
“Y/N, it's been so long that Gojo got tired of me wallowing in my own self-pity every time you went on a date.” He sighs and takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “So he forced me to go on one too to try and help me move on.”
“Why didn't you wait for me?”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Suguru doesn't know whether to nod or shake his head. “No, I know, but I don't understand.”
Your face scrunches up in disdain, silently reading—what's there to not understand? “Why didn't you wait for me to fall in love with you?”
“Y/N, do you even hear what you're saying right now?” he scoffs. “Do you even hear what I'm saying? All I've ever fucking done was wait for you, and I go on one date that I left early for you, and now I'm the bad guy?”
Your heart sinks like a bag of rocks into a deep body of water. “No wait, Suguru, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.”
Suguru looks down, avoiding your stare, carefully tapping a puddle with the tip of his shoe as he mumbles, “Yeah.”
“Do-“ you stop yourself and swallow harshly before continuing, “Are you still in love with me?”
He stays silent, and embarrassment floods your bones. How could he still love you? You, who's been subconsciously dangling a treat in front of him like some kind of animal just to coax him into doing what you want, into staying with you, following you around, just because you were too out of touch to realize you even liked him in the first place. Of course, he wouldn't still love you.
“Of course I am. Don't be silly,” he reluctantly admits.
Relief washes over you, and the breath you take feels like the first one you've taken since Tuesday, when he told you about his date in the first place. “So... now what?”
The same relief does not wash over Suguru; in fact, he's feeling anything but relief. Too many things to name, to pin point; it's just all too much. This is just too much. “I need space; I can't—" he shakes his head, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't do this right now.”
“What?”
“I just. I can't. I'm sorry.”
Your voice cracks, “But-“
“I just need to think about this,” he says, waving his hands around in small circles, referencing the two of you.
“Oh.” You take a step back and nod. “Okay. I'll go then... I love you, Suguru.”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, I love you too.”
Suguru watches you walk away, and he can't tell his tears apart from the rain; can’t tell if his heart is stopping or if it's racing; can't tell if he's breathing or suffocating; he can't tell anything. His surroundings are drowning out and blurring into vague shapes and figures around him, and Suguru is sure he could just drop dead right then and there.
“Jeez, I didn't take that long that you had to walk out in the rain, dramatic much?”
Suguru, in all honesty, didn’t hear a word that was just said; the only thing that caught his attention was the lack of rain hitting him. He looks up to find an umbrella there instead of the dark cloudy sky that resembled his insides a little too much, then looks to his side to find Gojo there, and he wants to wipe the stupid grin off his face. If he can't be happy, why should Gojo? His head drops in defeat at his own thoughts. God, he’s acting shitty.
“Sorry.”
Gojo looks at him curiously. “You good?”
“No. No, I'm not good.”
"Hey dude, what's wrong?”
Suguru lets out a harsh laugh, and with no rain hitting him anymore, he knows for sure the thing dripping down his face is tears. “I fucked up.“
Gojo scans Suguru’s face frantically, looking for something—anything—that will tell him what's wrong with his best friend.
“Suguru, you have to be a little more specific than that.”
“Y/N loves me back.”
Gojo goes wide-eyed, and he gives a confused smile because how could this warrant his friend’s reaction? “What dude, that's gr-“
Suguru quickly cuts him off: "Great, I know, but I told them to give me space, Gojo.”
Frankly, Gojo isn't even worried anymore; he’s just in complete disbelief, shouting, “What? Why the hell would you do that?! Are you stupid?”
“Maybe!” he shouts back, trembling. “I don't know! They just— They went on about how I should've waited for them, and I was mad because that's all I've ever fucking done. I don't know; I wasn't thinking straight, and I fucked up, and they left. I made them leave. I asked for space when I hated all the space we've had from each other this whole week, and I asked for more?” He repeatedly hits his forehead with his palm, muttering, “I'm an idiot, fuck.“
“Suguru.”
“What?”
Gojo tilts his head at him. “Why are you still here?”
The question stills his movements, his hand falling back to his side, and he stares at Gojo in pure confusion. “What?”
“You obviously know that space isn't what you want, and you just said it in the heat of the moment, so why are you still here?”
Suguru is silent.
“Why aren't you running after them? They want you, dude! And you want them too!”
Suguru thinks if it weren’t for Gojo constantly moving, he'd think time had completely stopped in time with his realization on how he’s a complete moron.
“Suguru.”
Suguru sighs. “I hate when you're right; you know that?”
Gojo perks up knowing that he got through to Suguru; he coos sing-song, “If that were true, you'd hate me all the time.”
Suguru nods, “I do.”
“Oh, shut up." Gojo extends the handle of his umbrella toward Suguru. “Do you want my umbrella?”
“No, it’s fine; I’m already wet,” Suguru says, looking down at his soaked clothes as he wipes any remaining tears away. “What’s a little bit more water?”
“Good luck, Suguru.”
“Thanks Gojo.”
☆☆☆☆
You walk into your dorm slowly, in a daze-like state. Honestly, you don't even remember walking here; you just remember your fight? confession? argument? — your something with Suguru, and then there's a lapse in your memory, and now you're here.
“Y/N, dude, you're getting water everywhere.“
You sniffle and look down at the puddle that's forming underneath you. “Sorry.”
Shoko tentatively stands up from her bed and cranes her neck down to try and look at your face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”
You look up at her with a wobbly smile. “I confessed.”
She looks at you blankly, unsure if she should say something or if you are.
“He asked for space.”
“He likes you, and he asked for space?”
“I didn't tell you that—“
“It's obvious; keep up,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Anyways, so he asked for space?”
You nod blankly. “Uh huh.”
“Why?”
You rub your eyes in hopes that not looking at Shoko will make the embarrassment lessen. “I said some things in the heat of the moment, and... and yeah.”
It doesn’t.
She’s strangely unfazed; in fact, if anything, she’s partially annoyed. “Ok, and you’re just going to listen to him?”
“What else am I supposed to do, Shoko?” you ask incredulously, glaring at her with your hands back at your sides.
“Fight for him? He likes you back, and if you said something in the heat of the moment, odds are that him asking for space was also just in the heat of the moment.”
“You weren't there, Shoko. You didn't see how he was looking at me—at how he said it.”
“Y/N,” she says disappointedly, eyes shut and pinching her nose bridge. “He's literally been so upset at you ignoring him these past few days; do you really think he meant it when he asked for space? Even more space?”
You blink at her, your mind gone blank.
“Look, maybe he did, yeah? But maybe he didn't, and you won't know unless you go fight for him.”
“I don't know Shoko,” you mumble skeptically.
She rolls her eyes as she rebuts, "At the very least, you can apologize for what you said.”
“I already did.”
“Again, this time now that your head is… somewhat clearer... Are you really just gonna let him get away like this?”
“…no,” you answer weakly, which isn’t good enough for you or Shoko, who’s looking at you with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “No,” you say again, this time with true conviction behind your words—word. “I don't want to let him get away like this. I don't want it to end like this.”
She gestures toward the door with a small, proud smile on her face. “Then go.”
You look back at the door before looking back at her and nodding. “Thank you, Shoko.”
“Uh huh,” she says, starting to walk back toward her bed, “and when you come back, you better not make another puddle.”
“No promises.”
☆☆☆☆
In an attempt to save whatever dignity you have left, you decide not to run down the halls like a shitty rom-com cliché; instead, you speed walk. Which, in hindsight, is probably even more embarrassing than just full-sending it by running, but you digress. You barely get halfway down the hall when you see Suguru. Both of you make eye contact at the same time, yet neither of you stop making your way toward each other, but you both slow down, carefully walking toward each other like two predators about to attack.
“You're leaving puddles in the hall,” you say quietly now that the two of you have come to a halt right in front of each other.
Suguru nods and looks you up and down. “So are you.”
You both stand there for a moment, just staring at each other, neither of you saying anything. Allowing your presence to speak for itself, but it's awkward—too awkward—and it feels like your knees are gonna give out on you if you stare at him any longer in silence.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came for you." He shakes his head, ignoring his own answer, like his very words aren't the most important thing to you right now. He came for you. “What are you doing here? I thought you would’ve been in your dorm by now.“
“I was—“ your voice grows quiet, “But I was coming for you too.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you don’t have anything to apologize for, Suguru. I shouldn’t have said what I said; that was selfish of me. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want space,” he blurts out, hardly acknowledging your apology, which he didn't need in the first place. What he needs is you, and it will always be you.
“You don’t?”
“God no,” he says vehemently. “Space is the last thing I want. I don’t want space from you. I feel like there’s something missing when I’m away from you. How could I ever want space, Y/N?” His voice cracks a little at the end, and it has your heart racing. “I was just mad, and I shouldn’t have said that.”
You have all of these feelings inside you, and you’ve cried enough today to last the rest of your life, so instead you find yourself laughing, and Suguru looks slightly mortified.
“Why are you laughing?”
You laugh some more before trying to catch your breath, and you take a step forward closer toward him as you speak through deep breaths, “I’m just so fucking relieved. I-fuck-I love you, Suguru.”
Suguru closes the space between you two, pulling you into his embrace, and you tuck your face into his shoulder, his cold, damp clothes doing wonders to soothe your now-burning cheeks.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“I think we look stupid standing here soaking wet and hugging...”
“Wanna make ourselves look even stupider by standing here soaking wet and kissing?”
You pull away ever so slightly just to look at him, and he’s staring at you with a smirk, and the longer he waits, the more furious the blush on his cheeks gets, and you can't help but stall your answer even more just for that reason.
“…matter of fact, yes, I do.”
Suguru grins widely but wastes no time connecting your lips together. The kiss is better than you could have ever imagined; it's gentle yet passionate all at once, and it's sloppy because neither of you can fully stop smiling long enough to keep the kisses consistent. And It's everything. He's everything, and you're mad that it even took you this long to realize that in the first place, but at least you don't have to worry about that anymore. Now you just have to worry about the fact that you two will probably end up getting sick from your wet clothes, but that's a problem for after you two stop kissing—if you two ever stop kissing.
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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐
Navigation || Birthday pt. 1
Warnings: reader celebrates Christmas(?), angst, angry reader, assholes boyfriends, reader cries, pet names
Let me know if I forgot anything
Words count: 2 659
Pairing: moonstarchaser x reader
Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.
When you heard his words, you wanted to scream. You wanted to curse the shit out of them, you wanted to break their bones into ashes but all you could was whisper “Alright.” and turn your gaze to the wooden floor and hold all of your strings tightly together so as not to cry.
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The thing is that there was lots of going on in your head and you couldn’t ever decide which emotion to choose, which emotion was going to be the best, which emotion was going to be the most reasonable but you never decided. So you stuck with silent nod and pretending that nothing happened. You stuck with a silence like he was your only friend at that moment. Like silence was the only who welcomed you with open arms in his kingdom.
And even your boyfriends didn’t notice how your face twisted in that emotional pain. The bitter emotional confusion where anger fought the anger while rationality was nowhere to be found.
And that was how it went for days, until it was Christmas time and suddenly you were sitting in the common room with your boyfriends and friends. “Alright, now family.” Peter clapped his hands together and everyone started pulling out their presents from their mothers and fathers. Even Sirius had a couple of presents. But it was only because the Black family needed to be seen oh so good, oh so caring, oh so loving.
And of course, as on your birthday, there was nothing waiting for you from your family. You could have expect that, but god damn it, this was a fucking Christmas Eve. Everyone is celebrating Christmas so how could they forget? And again? But did they really forget or did they simply not care?
James saw how you were lost in your mind, habit of yours, and called out your name. “Y/N/N, are you with us?” he laughed and you turned your glossy eyes to him. “Oh yeah, sorry.” you nervously chuckled and shifted in your seat. You brought your legs up to your chest and rested your chin on your knees, wrapping your arms around them and giving yourself a hug that you desperately needed. “And where is your present, bunny?” Remus asked and tucked the lost pair of hair behind your ear. You immediately leaned into his touch and relaxed when his warm palm made contact with your ear. It did sound weird, I know, but it calmed you a little bit.
“Don’t have any.” you dryly whispered only for him to and closed your eyes. “Oh,” he sighed and you quickly opened your eyes. “But the owl is probably late or got lost.” you quickly rambled out something. The last thing you wanted was his pity but on the other hand, you craved it. It was the only thing that could bring you back from the silence.
For some reason you felt so embarrassed that you were not that important to your parents that they would remember you. That you were just someone they made and now they don’t care about that person. That you never did anything good or big enough so they could pay attention to you. That you were nothing to them. “Alright then.” Remus sensed your ghostly mood and that you tried to keep this conversation private.
But oh Lord, it was Remus, he could sense that your parents forgot about you. And he noticed that the stupid owl didn’t come after Christmas, nor after a New Year, but he was so lost in planning something big that it simply slipped out of his mind.
Just like your birthday. New situations, new days, new weather and yet still the same end.
So this is Christmas. And happy New year.
You were almost over it. So so close to letting it all go, to letting it flow away like water in your hands, because it didn’t matter anymore and days went on and on and new days only came and came. But that was until class of Herbology with Hufflepuffs. You tried to do your homework with Lily until you heard the boys’ conversation. It was like an arrow to your heart.
“So, because Snivellus’ birthday is coming up in three days,” Sirius spoke to his boyfriends as they were planning another prank on him. That’s what got your attention. They remember his birthday?
“I was saying the same thing. I actually planned something for a bit-” Remus was ready to share his plan but you dropped a flowerpot and made a sharp thud on the table. Unbelievable. They were unbelievable.
Their attitude turned to you. “Are you alright, pup?” Sirius asked, eyebrows knitted together . “Yeah, I’m sorry, it slipped out of my hands. What are you planning?” you asked with a curiosity in your voice. “Glad you’re asking, dove!” James was so happy to tell you about their plan, but he didn’t know that he was digging a grave for all of his boyfriends and himself. You sweetly smiled at him and leaned on your elbows. Oi, that didn’t mean anything good.
“As you know, Snivellus is having a birthday, right after three days, which is 9th January, and we were thinking…” And since that you weren’t listening anymore. Everything went into the unknown. You just let yourself feed your kind anger with the fact that they remember the birthday of their enemy but not of their lover.
You always only nodded in a short time period, to only make them feel like you were listening. But in reality you felt like a volcano who was about to explode.
“Mhm, that sounds like a lot of fun. Say hi to your Birthday boy from me.” you gave them another sweet smile that was full of poison and walked out of the class. Oh that sweet smile full of venom that could tell them that they fucked up.
You quickly got into your room and tried to calm your nerves down. You would calm down, if your boyfriends wouldn’t storm into your room. “What was that, Y/N?” Sirius barked out. He didn’t expect this behaviour from you, you never acted like this before. He was beyond confused and he acted a bit more harsh than he planned to his confusion. “We have to plan this prank, so please be easy on him, his birthday are getting closer-”
“Oh!” you yelped. The high pitched ‘Oh!’ silencing them all. There was nothing but pure anger in you and you only knew how to express him through sarcastic comments that were nothing more but pure spiteful sass. “And you do remember his birthday!” you faked the happiness.
“I mean, yeah? He’s our enemy, what do you mean by this show?” James asked, he was truly lost too. He was guilty too, anyway.
And as you tilted your head, took a deep breath and looked at them, it slowly started clicking all together in Remus’ head.
“So at this point I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore, I want to be your enemy.” you whispered and like a firework, it exploded in Remus’ mind. A ocean of guilt hitted him. Oh no, they were terrible boyfriends and friends to you. Oh no, what kind of lovers were they to someone so precious like you? His breath quicked a bit, a lot. Another ocean of fear washing over him. Fear that you will break up with them and never forgive them.
Fuck, it all made sense now.
“And the fuck why?” Sirius scrunched his eyebrows. He leaned over your bed frame, astonishment behind his grey eyes, daring you to start a fight with him.
That was the last drop for you.
“Because,” you chuckled, irritating Sirius even more and sending James into lostland even more. “because maybe then you would remember my birthday.” you sharply answered.
Your answer reached their ears like a dagger sinking into your beloved’s heart in the name of betrayal. But they were the one who betrayed your trust by not remembering a single date.
“Holy shit.” Remus breathed out. That was everything he needed to know to confirm his thoughts. They forgot about your birthday.
“Hun, what are you talking ab- oh-” Sirus quickly understood and by the look on your face he also understood that it was better to shut the fuck up now.
“What do you mean?” Oh poor James, he was so lost.
“I mean, that you, my boyfriends, forgot my fucking birthday!” you shouted out loud as the first tears of anger formed in your eyes. You were never that good at processing big emotions before turning them into tears. Tears and crying were always the answer for you. Suddenly you didn’t care if you were crying in front of them and the feeling that was telling you that you were selfish was also gone. For fuck sake, it was your birthday, and you only have them once in year, of course they were supposed to remember!
James tiptoed back and forth in his place and his face twisted in confusion. Like it was too much information to him. If you weren’t crying that moment, you would have been met with James taking off his glasses like he was trying to turn off his eye and turn on his brain.
“I’m telling you, that you rather remember your enemy’s birthday than your girlfriend’s birthday!” What was so hard to understand?
“Darling, we are so so sorry-” Remus tried to speak but there was no room for him. There was no room for his apologies. Because if you don’t want to apologise don’t act up for apologies. That’s the law.
“No! Don’t fucking darling and don’t you ever dare to think about apologising!” you stopped him. The pointing finger of yours digging into his chest like you were trying to push him off. Or stab him. Both counted as the same answer.
The room went silent and you took a shaky deep breath. “That wasn’t nice of us-” Remus tried to gently start a conversation again.
“No it fucking wasn’t!” you cried out. “I thought you’ll remember! I was literally hoping for you to remember! But no, all you remember is your enemy’s birthday like he’s the one you love, and not me!” Damn, you had in you, didn’t you?
“But that’s fine,” you took another deep breath in, your bottom lip and chin jolting. “Everyone else also forgot, so I guess that it’s not that big a deal as I thought and it’s actually okay, and I’m just making drama.” you mumbled the last part of the sentence to yourself. That nasty feeling was telling you that you were wrong in this one too. “W-what do you mean everyone forgot?” Sirius asked, slowly moving closer to you and taking James with him, his fingers wrapping around his bicep.
“Well, not everyone. Elves remembered so it’s okay.” you nervously chuckled as you tried to hide another salty tear.
“The owl,” Remus started, yeah, it was slowly getting all together in his head. “The owl wasn’t late, right?” He asked, carefully. Like a little kid who’s testing ice on a lake for the first time in a winter.
“No no no, of course that the owl wasn’t late! They just don’t remember and don’t care.” you really tried to stop your tears but when you thought about your parents more, the more you cried. You just didn’t really understand what you did to be treated like that by your parents.
“What are you talking about?” James asked, putting his glasses back on. “About my parents, they forgot.” you calmly explained even now you started doubting it. It was obvious that they didn't care.
“They also forgot about my birthday, and… fuck dam it!” you were on a mood rollercoaster now and you didn’t mind. It was a ride of your life and all those bottled up emotions needed to escape somehow. “It was literally written in that stupid calendar. All you had to do was flip the pages! But no, it was too much because nothing good happens after Sirius's birthday.” You mocked Peter’s voice.
James, who was looking on the floor all the time now looked up at you. He remembered this conversation, he was there. He was laying in the bed next to you and threw a Padfoot’s ball in the space above him. “Am I not good?” you barely whispered with tears in your eyes. Now it was James who broke. Tears formed in his warm eyes quicker than you expected.
Fucking hell, of course you were good enough, more than you thought. Of course you were worthy of every single little thing.
And before you know it, his big arms were wrapped around you and you both cried into each other’s presence. His perfume was calming for you, his arms felt like a home and safe place and you couldn’t help but to let every string in you blow out. “I’m so so sorry.” James’ voice was muffled by your hair and his arms squeezed you. His body was shaking with every sob he left out, like his tears could tell an apology ballad just for your eyes.
“I just want to be remembered.” you cried and their hearts shuddered. “Just want them to care about me, just want them to love me.” you broke and you couldn’t stop your tongue from saying all the things you had on your mind. “I’m the last birthday person in the year, it’s ending with me and they don’t remember, you don’t remember.” you cried out even more and Sirius slowly approached James and you. “Poppet,” he whispered and his head ran to your upper back, making slow and steady lines between your shoulder blades. “I can’t even describe how sorry we are.” he whispered, heartbroken.
“It’s okay, I just want to cry.” you whimpered and Sirius only nodded in understanding. James squeezed you more, you could even feel your spine cracking at some points and you wanted more. You wanted him to crush you all because for some twisted reason it felt comforting. Like he won’t let you go if you break down.
Remus stood there and everything went dark for him, entering his imaginary office where he had all of his important papers for solving this mystery.
If your parents made you feel unloved and like they didn’t care about you, there was a chance that they made you feel the same way. Of course, parents and your boyfriends are something else, but often children seek for the same love as they received from their parents.
It’s the only form of love they’re used to. Because when they get better treatment they often question themselves if they deserve bigger love. Some of them don’t even know about bigger love because it sounds so unrealistic. They think that this is all they can get, all what they’re worthy of.
We accept the love we think we deserve, afterall.
How could they forget about someone’s birthday they’re supposed to care about the most? Their lover, their partner in crime, their gem, their everything.
Remus blinked and suddenly he was back in reality with you “Just wanna be loved. Just want to be the one you love.” and suddenly he was standing behind you. “Y/N, I promise we will get better.” he left a kiss in your hair and wrapped his arms around you. “I just thought they will remember, I hoped that they will remember and that they will care about me for once.” you choked on a sob and your boyfriends knew that you weren't talking only about your parents. Their hearts shuddered and broke with your words.
All of them looked at each other as you continued to cry into James’ chest. “We fucked up.” James mouthed and Sirius with Remus nodded, knowing that no present or apology was going to fix that.
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can you do one with a super shy/socially awkward/anxious person that has a crush on Eddie bc of his confidence and like she sends him little notes and he wants to figure out who it is. if you can't thats all good, thank you!
Thank you for the request! Loved writing this because I too am socially awkward and would absolutely never confess to his face.
Starboy | E.M. x gn!Reader
Summary: You're infatuated with Eddie Munson and decide to start leaving him notes in his locker. He doesn't know it's you, does he?
Fluff + the typical Eddie Munson charm that will kill me someday
Gender neutral reader, no pronouns or descriptions used.
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You weren't the type of person to be seen. You liked to be in the shadows. You were an audience member. Eddie Munson? He was the performer. The star of the show. He intrigued you. You were enchanted whenever he ented the room.
It hadn't always been this way. You remembered Eddie from a few years back. A reserved yet rebellious boy. He'd grown into quite the confident man.
Eddie didn't just intrigue you. You were downright fascinated, maybe a bit obsessed. The way he strutted through the cafeteria was captivating.
Okay, so maybe you had a little crush on Eddie Munson. It wasn't the end of the world, right? Wrong. People hated Eddie. They said he was a freak running a Satanic cult. Your friends usually didn't buy all the rumours but still steered clear of Eddie. Even if he didn't run a cult, just a D&D club, he still sold drugs.
It didn't matter to you what he did in his free time. You craved his presence, perhaps his attention. You wanted him to see you, to hear you like he was being seen and heard.
It had been two weeks since you started leaving notes in his locker. A last-ditch attempt, really. His locker was the last one on the row your locker was on, so it wasn't too hard to go unseen.
You'd started with a couple compliments, admiring his confidence. Then progressed to confessing how captivating he was, how much you liked that he wasn't scared to be authentic.
You knew Eddie had taken notice of the notes. You'd looked on a few times as he'd opened his locker, perplexed another note would twirl to the floor before his feet. He'd joke with his friends about who they thought the culprit might be, but you hadn't been one of the suspects yet.
They started camping outside Eddie's locker during lunch, the same time you'd usually push the notes through the small roster. You'd have to start getting creative if you intended to keep leaving them. You didn't even know what your end goal was. Did you want him to eventually figure out it'd been you?
Still, you did what you did best. Not utter a word and admire from afar.
You'd slipped up when you saw Eddie roaming the hallway with Dustin Henderson, one of his friends from Hellfire Club. You scurried away from his locker to your own, pretending to have been doing anything but putting a note in his locker.
You felt a sturdy hand on your shoulder just as you put your English book in your locker. Your heartbeat shot through the roof as you turned around. Eddie. Oh god.
"Can I help you?" You asked. Shit, that came out wrong. "Ouch, harsh! Just wondering if you saw anybody near my locker a bit ago, you know... when you were at my locker?" Eddie had a smirk plastered on his face. He couldn't be certain as long as you denied it.
"Why?" you turned back to your locker to grab your History textbook, but it was more to hide the reddening of your cheeks. This might not have been the first time Eddie talked to you, but it was the first time after you'd admitted your feelings to yourself and had started leaving the notes.
"Just... curious. Someone's been leaving me these adorable notes. Want to make sure they're genuine, you know?" Eddie's eyebrows were raised as you met his eyes. "Sorry, no clue." You murmured and closed your locker. You tried to walk away, but Eddie grabbed your arm.
"You're in my history class, right? C'mon, let's go." Did you really have a crush on Eddie? Because you wanted to do nothing more than bash your head against the lockers over and over. Anything but walking with him to History class.
"I'm pretty sure we have quite a few classes together, by the way. Not sure if you've noticed." Eddie started. "Yeah, I've noticed." Your grades had noticed, too. You looked everywhere but the boy walking beside you, chains rattling with every step he took.
You entered your history class and prayed to God he didn't sit next to you. It was probably time to stop believing in any religion altogether, because sit next to you, he did.
It took everything in your power not to glance to your right every 10 seconds. You knew Eddie was trying to get your attention. You knew he just wanted to know who was leaving the notes, but one more word from your mouth would most certainly give you away. You did what you did best, act shy and be way too socially awkward to hold a conversation.
"How come we've never hung out? You seem chill. You're not scared of me, are you? You don't look scared. Flustered, maybe. But why haven't we?" Eddie rambled as the teacher continued his monologue.
"I don't know, Eddie. I'm not exactly as... present as you are."
"Aha! So you can talk! Are you calling me an attention whore?" You turned to Eddie for the first time since your conversation at your locker. "What?! No!" Your perplexed expression put a grin on his face.
"I'm joking, sweetheart. But now that I've got your attention, why don't you come to The Hideaway, this Saturday, 8:30. We're playing."
"Are high schoolers even allowed there? I'm pretty sure their demographic is like 40-year-old men."
"You're allowed when you're with the band." Eddie winked. You melted right then and there in your seat. You didn't reply, but something inside Eddie knew he'd see you in the crowd.
You knew you were down bad. But you knew you'd made a mistake when you actually went to the bar to see Corroded Coffin play that Saturday night.
You told the bouncer you'd come to see them play, and he let you in without question. Guess Eddie was right about that one.
Corroded Coffin really wasn't too bad. They needed to work on sounding more coherent, but they were a band of high schoolers. They'd have all the time in the world to improve.
Eddie, however, was phenomenal. He must've been doing it on purpose, right? Your mouth went dry as you watched his fingers glide over the guitar with practised ease. His eyes found yours a few times as he sang. He sang. You didn't know he could sing.
Eddie thrived in your undivided attention. Were you even blinking? Were you even breathing? He couldn't tell. He had to admit, he'd made more of a show out of playing than he usually did. He enjoyed seeing you fidget.
When the band finished you rushed to the bar to get a drink. Was it hot in here? You jumped when you felt that familiar hand return to your shoulder, spilling some of your drink over yourself. "Oh, my bad." Eddie chuckled as he handed you a napkin.
"It's fine," you sighed. "Kind of owe me a new one, though." You avoided his gaze as usual until his hand reached for your chin. He turned your face to his. "Let's make a deal. I'll get you a new drink, on one condition."
You urged him to continue with your expression. He leaned to your ear "I'll buy you a new drink... if you tell me why you've been leaving those notes in my locker." His whisper made your blood turn cold. Goosebumps trailed from the back of your neck, over your arms, all the way down your legs.
His hands found their way to your waist. You sputtered noises of denial, but Eddie just chuckled. "I've had my assumptions for a week. But your handwriting is quite recognizable, sweetheart. Shouldn't have let me sit next to you in History. Or should've, depending on which outcome you were wishing for." He leaned back in. "But something tells me this is exactly the outcome you were wishing for."
You were speechless. He'd known for over a week it was you? "So, were they serious? Because if they were, I might need to get a restraining order. You're obsessed with me, aren't you, baby?"
That did it. Eddie Munson just called you baby. The gasp that left your mouth told him enough. "That's adorable, really. Who knew a quiet little mouse like you could be so smitten with the town freak, huh?"
You dared meet his eyes. They were filled with humour and something else you couldn't exactly place. He knew how you felt. You'd told him pretty much everything through those notes. The only thing you'd left out was the more... questionable side of things. The side of yourself you didn't know you had until this little infatuation started. You had nothing left to say to him.
"I'm glad it was you. Because now I know I can do this." Eddie pressed his lips against yours with a desperation you hadn't noticed in him before. You put your hands against his chest to steady yourself. Eddie must've noticed your knees had started to buckle, as all that was holding you up at that point was his arms around your waist.
He pulled away and you gasped for air. "If this is going to be a recurring thing, we'll need to work on that, love. Can't have you passing out."
"Don't think you'll have to kiss me to make me pass out, honestly..." You said sheepishly, finally realizing that yes, Eddie knew you'd been leaving him disgustingly sweet notes, and yes, he was in fact not appalled.
Eddie laughed wholeheartedly at your admission. He flagged the bartender down and held you with his other hand like he'd been doing it for years. It was that confidence that had attracted you to him in the first place. "Let's get you that drink I promised, hmm?"
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can you do a ftm konig or ghost and they get filled? If not then at ok.
⠀⠀ full.
pairing. ftm könig x top male reader.
dni. minors and fem-aligned.
author’s note. you’re gay
content. established relationship, reader has no chill, vaginal penetration, praise, overstimulation, creampie, afab terms used, short, not proofread.
he envies your lack of shame.
so forward, you are, looking at him with predatory intent — like you want to devour him.
everyone could tell, it’s not like you try very hard to hide it. so when you pull könig away from a crowd, they don’t ask questions.
that’s something könig is very thankful for, keeping himself from experiencing any more embarrassment.
and oh, how you love when he’s embarrassed. shyly peeking down at you with a dark blush hidden beneath his mask, watching as you rub him through his underwear.
“you’ve soaked your boxers, baby. have i not given you enough attention?” you speak, voice low, not waiting too long as you pull off the wet fabric. his cunt glistened, and you didn’t dare let his slick go to waste. you lick along his hole, to his clit, taking in a shaky breath as you taste him. you flick your tongue back and forth against his cock, königs thighs trembling from the stimulation.
he wanted to close his legs, to hide, but he couldn’t as you held him down, teasing his pussy with your mouth. he was spread wide, on display for you, and he couldn’t be any more aroused and bashful at the same time. he attempts to muffle himself, his noises adding to the ongoing humiliation — as if he didn’t like it.
you chuckle softly, placing a gentle kiss onto his dick before pulling away. you couldn’t ignore your hard on any longer, deciding to quicken things up a bit.
your middle and ring finger guide themselves from his inner thigh to his heat, but könig would stop you before you got any further.
“i, i already..” he couldn’t even finish the sentence, not making any eye contact whatsoever, unless it was with your bulge. jesus, you could feel yourself twitch.
“oh, baby,” your palm grips the meat of his ass, making him stifle a squeal. “you can’t just say shit like that.” your free hand pulls both your pants and underwear down, könig whining as he saw and felt your cock press between his hips. you’d drool down onto your length, using both his pussy and your spit to lube yourself.
you grind your dick against his, even slapping your tip on his hole, which clenched around nothing. eventually, you’d give him what you both craved, slowly sinking inch after inch into him. once you bottomed out, you lean down, lifting his face covering and connecting your lips with his.
strong legs would wrap around your waist, arms clinging to your upper body, at times unintentionally squeezing his walls around you. you give shallow thrusts, his limbs holding you down. yet you didn’t mind too much, you could hear those high pitched whimpers that he desperately attempted to keep down, biting his lower lip.
“loosen up, sweet thing.” you whisper near his ear, or where you assumed it was, könig instantly obeying. he was putty in your hands, and on your dick.
you shift a bit, reaching down and using your thumb to play with his clit. he lets out incoherent mumbles, only word you’re able to make out is ‘need’.
next thing you know, he was convulsing and coming around your girth. seems the prep did a number on him. how cute. you don’t pay his orgasm any mind, the drags of your cock inside him growing more intense, balls slapping his dripping folds.
he grips onto your biceps, muscles contracting as his back arched off the bed, the overstimulation effecting him immediately. he says your name, frantic, you shushing him. “i’m close, sweetheart. you’re doing so good f’ me, hold out a little longer.” your voice was so calm, soothing, resulting in him becoming a whiny mess but complying either way. könig will never understand how you can stay so unfazed — especially now, with him clamping onto you like a vise.
he mumbles curses in german, clawing at your arms with dull nails. the pain only added to your pleasure, hips drilling themselves into your beloveds cunt. you put your entire weight into every thrust, his legs resting on your shoulders with your head shoved in the crook of his neck.
that coil in the pit of your stomach tightened, and there was not much time between the warning and your climax, your teeth digging into his skin whilst you painted his insides white.
könig lets out of satisfied moan, his small smile being exposed as you lift his mask once more, kissing his lips with a soft sigh.
you pulled away, letting his legs rest back into the mattress, you both melting into the sheets.
a minute passed, and only pants filling the air, besides a breathy gasp as you tug yourself out of him. you gulp softly, looking at the cum, your cum, leaking from him.
“you’re.. uh, on pills, right?” you could hear him snicker. “mhm.”
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Kinktober Day 7: Virginity with Bucky Barnes.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3552 (Got a little carried away again)
Warnings: Loss of virginity and some anxiety about it, vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Protected sex, Dirty talk, frequent check-ins, aftercare.
Kinktober Master(sub)list.
Minors DNI
Ever been so nervous about something that it’s the only thought that matters? Yeah, that’s how you’re feeling right now as you sit next to Bucky with some action movie that you aren’t paying a lick of attention to playing.
Why were you so nervous, you may ask? Because you want to give Bucky your virginity tonight.
The pair of you had been dating for almost a year, and it’s as they say, by month 3 you know if you want to be with a person. Well, you know, and the rest of that time has been spent hyping yourself up to take the leap.
And tonight was the night. That is, if you can unlock your limbs enough to reach out for him, or even just turn your head to look at him or open your mouth to speak. Or anything other than just sit there like nothing was going on in your head.
It’s not like you were a prude or anything, or even scared, okay well, maybe you were a little scared, but not because you didn’t want to do it! You craved Bucky in a way you’d never craved anyone else. He made you feel things that make your head spin and your body tingle without ever touching you.
But it didn’t help that so many people tell you how much the first-time hurts, or how you won’t cum because of it, or how most guys like girls who are experienced, even if they turn around and shit talk anyone with a body count.
Bucky never gave you any indication that any of that was anything to be worried about, he was fully aware of your lack of experience, and was not only okay with it, but seemed to take pleasure in the idea of being your first if you so chose, but there was never any pressure. Perks of dating a super soldier from the 50s, he’s a perfect gentleman.
No, the call was coming from inside the house on this one, you were freaking yourself out by thinking too much, as one does, and because of it you were thoroughly locked in place, cuddled into Bucky’s side on his couch with the man himself none the wiser to your spiraling thoughts. Or so you thought.
“You okay, Doll?” His voice was like a hammer through glass, sudden and glaringly loud.
“Huh? Yeah, why?” You managed not to stumble over the words, but it felt like you were trying too hard to sound normal.
“You sure? You’re all flushed, you feeling okay?” He asked, his flesh hand coming up to feel your forehead for a fever, and his concern made your heart flutter and crave him all the more.
You leaned into his touch as his hand trailed down your face to cup your cheek after finding no fever. “Yeah, Buck, I’m fine. Just getting lost in thought is all.” You explained vaguely, and you knew it was going to be too vague for his liking.
He reached for the T.V. remote and paused the movie so he could give you his full attention. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, concern turning to curiosity.
You drew your lower lips between your teeth as you thought, this was your chance to tell him you wanted to have sex, but the words felt lodged in your throat, choking you. “It’s um…” Your flush darkened and you could swear you saw something in his eyes change, like something occurred to him.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me, Doll. It’s okay.” He assured softly, like coaxing a scared animal, but that something in his eyes told you he was pretty sure he knew where this was going, he always could read you like a book.
His warm thumb gently pulled your lips free of your teeth, brushing over it slowly to soothe the soft skin from your nerves. “I…” You started softly, trying desperately to hold eye contact, but those blue eyes made your brain short circuit, so you had to look away as the words finally rushed from your lips, stuttering and a little shaky. “I want to have sex with you.”
He’d allowed you to look away to say the words, but now that they were out, he turned you to face him once more. “You sure, Baby? We don’t gotta if you aren’t comfortable.” He asked, dark brows drawn together, but eyes soft.
“I’m sure. I’ve been sure. I just…You know I’ve never- you know.” He cracked a small smirk at the way you stumbled to dance around your words. “It’s a little daunting…” You admitted softly, earning a small understanding nod from him.
“It doesn’t have to be.” He said softly. “If you’re sure, we can take it nice and slow, and if you want to stop at any time, we can. I won’t be upset or bothered. I want you to feel good, and I want you to feel safe.” His eyes held so much sincerity that it made you a little emotional.
“I do feel safe with you, that’s why I’m sure I want this.” You promised, leaning into him subtly, eyes struggling to remain on his, too distracted by the sudden desire for his lips.
“Well, then Doll, I have one request then.” He said, his smirk returning, slow and seductive.
“Hm?” You managed, so drawn in by him.
He leaned down so his lips were right next to your ear. “I need to hear you say it again, ask me real nice.” Then he pulled back, looking at you expectantly.
Your breath caught in your throat as his ghosted over your skin with each word, then you had to struggle to form the words, not because of nerves. No, now it was because your brain was buzzing. Swallowing thickly, you opened your mouth. “Will you fuck me? Please, Buck…?” The words felt heavy and sweet on your tongue like molasses and the smile he gave you was just as sweet, but it was also hungry.
“Yeah, Doll, I can do that.” He said before standing from the couch and scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder and pulling a shocked laugh from you.
“Bucky!” You giggled. “What are you doing?”
“My girl deserves better than a couch for her first time.” He answered, it was clear from his voice that he was grinning. “So, I’m taking you to bed.” He kicked open his bedroom door then laid you on the bed before pointing at you. “Stay.” He ordered before turning to leave the room.
“Yes, sir!” You said with a joking salute, the tension now broken enough for jokes.
He hesitated at the door and sent you a look, brow lifted as if to ask “Really?” Before he was gone. The sound of glassware and running water echoed down the hall for a moment before he returned with a glass of water in hand.
You watched as he passed you to put it on the nightstand, on the side of the bed you usually sleep on when you stay over, then turned to face you once more. “For after.” He explained when he saw your confused expression.
“Now…” He trailed off as he slowly sauntered back to stand in front of you. “I believe you asked something of me, and I intend to see it done…” He said as he bent over you, drawing your lips to his.
His stubble scratched at your skin with each twist of your lips, his hands held your cheeks for but a moment before they trailed down over your neck, then your shoulders, over your torse, bypassing your breasts, till they reached the bottom of your shirt, where they stopped, and he broke the kiss. “May I?” He breathed.
Your nod was all he needed before he was tugging your shirt up and off, leaving you in your bra and jeans, you felt goose bumps bloom over your skin as the cool air met your heated flesh, but you didn’t get to dwell on it long before he was lifting you up off the bed to sit where you’d been, settling you on his lap.
Your hands gripped at his shirt like a lifeline, as you always found yourself doing when you ended up in this position with him, he was so solid under your fingers, and you couldn’t help but cling to him like a buoy in a storm.
His hands left a trail of tingles on your skin as they moved up and down your sides before coming to rest on your hips to pull you tighter against him, stealing your breath as you felt his hardness pressing into you, pressing the stiff fabric of your jeans hard against your clit, sending a jolt down your spine and making heat pool between your thighs.
“Fuck…” He rasped, already sounding wrung out just from kissing, but he dared not stop, nor did you dare to stop him, this was exactly what you wanted, and it felt so good.
Before you realized he’d moved, his flesh hand appeared between you, deft fingers worked your zipper and button open before stopping, but rather than verbally ask, he lifted his brows in question, and when you nodded again, those hands worked your jeans down your legs till they reached halfway down your thighs, giving him enough room to cup your sex.
The heel of his hand pressed against your clit as his fingers trailed up and down over your slit, your back arched into his touch, a quiet gasp falling from your lips before you bit your lips to silence yourself, but he quickly used his other hand to pull your lip free once more.
“Lemme hear you…Wanna know how good I make you feel…Want everyone to know it’s me doin’ it.” He said before his lips met your neck in a trail of kisses and nips that you were sure would leave marks, but you loved it, you wanted him to mark you up.
His ministrations had the sounds he so craved tumbling from your lips like an avalanche, half finished gasps of his name, whimpers and cries, it felt so good, and he hadn’t even taken your panties off yet.
But that didn’t remain so for long as he moved them aside and let out a breath like he’d been punched as he felt how wet you were for him. “Fuck me…”
You let out a whimper as the very tip of his finger pressed ever so slightly, testing the waters, and when your hips wiggled, he took that as the go ahead and slowly pushed further in, letting you get used to it bit by bit, going to the first knuckle, then the second, then when it was all the way in, he curled it.
Letting out another sound your head fell forward to his shoulder, unable to stay upright any longer.
“Buck…Please…” You begged, unsure how to ask for more, unsure exactly what you were asking for.
But thankfully he seemed to know, as he withdrew just a little to press a second finger into you, stretching you more than your own two fingers ever had, it burned ever so slightly, but with how wet you were, it didn’t hurt, not in the way others talked about.
“I want you to cum on my fingers before I give you my cock…Think you can do that, Doll?” He husked into your ear.
“Mmhmm.” Your answer came out airy and high pitched, you could feel the tell-tale tension in your belly, if he kept up like this, you would have no issues doing as he asked.
After letting you get used to how full you felt with just his fingers, he curled them once more, finding that spot you’d heard of, but never felt, like it had a homing beacon tuned specifically to him, and maybe he did, he always did seem to know just what you needed.
Soon your thighs began to shake, the wet sound of his fingers working you filling the air and the smell of sex making your brain feel muddy. You felt drunk on him and how he was making you feel, and you never wanted it to stop.
But oh, how you wanted to reach the peak that was building so quickly.
“So tight, Baby…Squeezin’ me like a vice…C’mon, you’re so close, I can feel it. Cum for me.” He ordered, and like your body was waiting for his word, you came crashing down, clenching his digits and writhing on his lap with a choked gasp of half his name. “Atta girl, so good for me…” He breathed into your hair, and you could hear his smile.
He continued to work you through the aftershocks, and even as you came down you wanted more.
When he pulled his fingers from you, you knew he was going to ask if you wanted to keep going, but before he got the chance you claimed his lips with your own. “Please…” You gasped against his lips. “I wanna keep going, Bucky, please?” You managed between kisses.
“Shit…Who am I to say no when you ask like that?” He chuckled, though it was cut off by your lips. “Let’s lay you down and get these clothes out of the way.”
Lifting you once more he laid you out on the bed before standing straight, pulling his shirt off as he went and tossing it into the ether before tugging your jeans and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them away the same way while you reached back to unclasp your bra, taking a page from his book with it.
Once your clothes were handled all that was left were his own jeans, and he wasted no time in shucking them off, joined quickly by his boxers. You’d never seen Bucky naked before, and he’d never seen you fully nude either. You both were used to seeing each other shirtless, but this was different.
He was beautiful. Muscled defined, but still padded by a bit of softness, a dusting of hair over his chest that looked soft and trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to the thick thatch at his base.
That led your eyes to lock on his cock, thick and long, but no where near as terrifying as some of the dicks you’d seen in porn. A little voice in your head bade you to put it in your mouth, but from the way he was breathing as he looked down at you, like he was starving, you had a feeling he wasn’t in the mood for that right then.
“God, you’re beautiful…” He said as he joined you on the bed, your legs naturally parting to make room for him as he settled over you. “You’re still sure?” He asked carefully, the look in his eyes making it clear that no matter how much he desired you at that moment, if you said no, he’d listen.
“Never been more sure.” You said, holding his face and pulling him into another kiss, one that he quickly took over, turning it all tongues and teeth before pulling away and taking himself in hand.
He gave himself a few pumps before lining up with you, then he stopped and pulled away, leaning over to the nightstand and yanking the drawer open. After a moment of digging, he pulled a small foil square from it.
“Buck, I’m on the pill.” You said with a lifted brow, he knew this fact already, hence why you hadn’t said anything before.
“I know, but this is easier to clean up.” He answered as he rolled it on, and his care warmed you even more than you already were, though for a slightly different reason. “Now, where was I?” He said as he returned to his previous position.
You felt his tip rest at your opening, and he held there for a second. “Deep breath, Baby…” He guided and when you obeyed, he pushed in slowly.
The burn of his fingers had nothing on this, it ached, but still not in the same way other women had told you it would, it was aided by the surplus of slick flowing from you, but even so you were thankful for how slow he was going.
His breaths were ragged as he went, you could see the bliss on his face, cut through only by the focus of care to not go faster. After a moment he stopped and looked at you. “Is it all the way in?” You gasped, feeling like you could feel him in your stomach.
He breathed a chuckle and shook his head slightly. “No, it’s about half-way, but thanks for the compliment, Doll…”
“Half-way?!” You questioned, and it made him laugh for real this time, which made you laugh too, then he tensed.
“Oh fuck…! Don’t laugh…Shit, you tightened up even more…Christ…” He moaned and it took everything in you not to start laughing again, because it never occurred to you that those muscles would flex when you laugh. “Can I keep going?” He asked, almost pleaded.
“Yeah, please.” And he did.
Now that your muscles had relaxed, the rest went in more comfortably, it still burned a little, but it didn’t feel like quite so much, and he held still again once he’d bottomed out, seemingly as much for himself as for you, as his eyes clenched shut and he was breathing slowly.
After a moment you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Move, Buck, please.” You whispered and he did.
Oh boy, did he move.
Pulling out slowly, you could feel him rub against that spot inside again, and it felt like a wholly new thing, especially with the way his monds pressed against your clit.
As he picked up speed, finding a steady rhythm, you couldn’t keep from gripping at him wherever your hands found purchase, he felt like your last tether to this plane of existence as the rest of your body tried to ascend.
As you began to feel that knot in your belly build again, he shifted, pulling your legs up over his shoulders and practically folding you in half, this time when he pushed in, he felt somehow deeper than before, pushed harder against that spot, and he slipped a hand between your thighs to rub small circles on your clit, sending your body spasming.
The tension built faster than before, built stronger, this peak felt like a lot higher a fall, and he didn’t stop for a second. Your eyes fluttered open to look up at him, unsure of when they had closed, and he looked as blissed out as you felt.
He was watching you, and when he saw you looking at him, he smiled, somehow both shit-eating and caring at the same time, like he knew what he was doing to you, and he loved it.
“Buck…Fuck…! Please…!” You pleaded with a heavy tongue.
“That’s it, Doll…Just let it take you…” He managed, sweat dripping its way down his temple, though his rhythm never faltered. “You feel so good, grippin’ me so tight…” Then he pressed his lips to your skin right below your knee, the only place his lips could reach, but it was sweet all the same, and soon you felt the peak cresting.
Like a dam breaking you seized around him, back arching, legs shaking, nails digging into his flesh, crying out his name like the last prayer of a desperate woman.
He didn’t stop, chasing his own pleasure at the same time as helping you ride out yours, and soon you heard him gasp what sounded like your name as you felt heat low in your belly, and you realized you were pretty thankful he opted to put on a condom, you didn’t think you could move to clean yourself up.
The pair of you didn’t move for a couple long moments, too busy basking in each other and your closeness in the afterglow, but soon you felt him beginning to soften, and he had to pull out.
It felt strange, being so empty after feeling so full, you still ached, but it was a good ache, like the little bit of muscle soreness after a particularly enjoyable walk.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he sat up. “Stay here.” He ordered softly before standing and disappearing into his ensuite, there was the sound of the faucet running, then the toilet flushing, then he returned with a wet rag in hand. “This might be a little uncomfortable, but it’s better than all that drying on.” He said before gently wiping your slick from your skin, it had spread all over the insides of your thighs.
And he was right, it was a little uncomfortable because you felt so sensitive, but he was done quickly, and then he was laying down and pulling you to his chest, all warmth and musky smells.
“How was it? Everything you hoped?” He asked sweetly as he brushed your hair from your face.
“It was perfect, Buck…Thank you.” You whispered before pulling him into a kiss.
“No, Doll. Thank you for trusting me with this. I love you.”
“I love you too, Bucky.”
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Parent Chuuya!!
basically Chuuya with a Reader during their pregnancy, birth and then during taking care of the child cause this shit has been living in my head rent free!!
Also I did when you're together and if its because of a hook up
Tw: birth, pregnancy, mentions of cravings, hook ups, tell me if I missed anything ^¬^
If you two hooked up:
°I feel like Chuuya wouldn't hook up with just anyone unless he was so drunk till the point where he cant think properly
°so if you even hooked up, you were probably quite close
°I feel like he wouldn't be mad or disappointed just shocked and nervous after you tell him
°would definitely want to be apart of the child's life and would probably question where your relationship will go from here
If you were in a relationship:
°I feel like he'd be way more nervous than if you hooked up
°he'd also probably cry from happiness (if it was planned)
° I don't know what else to really say..
Pregnancy:
°He will get you anything you need at any time but also with some complaints
°would definitely pretend to talk to the baby while he's just looking at your tummy and saying random shit
°belly rubs!!
°whenever he'd feel the child kick through the stomach his eyes would light up
°spoils you rotten
°he'd buy expensive and nice baby clothes!!
Anyways, during the birth (for both)
°man's a nervous wreck
°im not sure if he'd really want to be there during birth
°if possible he will go but he'll be just looking to the side or the floor
°I headcannon that he has really sensitive ears, so I doubt he'd be able to listen
°however he really wants to hold your hand
°he'd make some dumb comment like "Can't I use my ability to get the infant out??" 💀💀
°if he doesn't go in with you he'll wait outside
°he'd be eyeing up all the staff members "that's my girlfriend you're dealing with"
After birth:
°This motherfucker cried 100%
°would ask you how you feel and if you need anything
°he'd be so gentle with the child cause he'd be scared he'll hurt them
°the amount of hugs he gave you and that baby
you handed him the baby and they started crying so you put the corner of the blanket near the babies mouth and the child started suckling on it
"they likes sucking on things"
"just like you"
Next!! Taking care of the child
°he'd love tickling his child
°would try to tone down with the cursing
°definitely keeps the kid away from his work and never once mentions corruption
°he would make those cute bentos😭😭
°if its a little girl he would brush her hair and put cute little bows but would have her pick the colours!!
°he shows the kid so much love and attention it's ridiculous
°the kid is spoiled
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Can I request a jealous sesshomaru with an oblivious s/o? Thank you
Jealous!Sub!Sess x Oblivious!Reader
A/N: Made it a 1k fic since this is my first ask. Wasn’t too sure about where to go with it so feel free to request the same prompt again with more details. I could see this working better with a dom sess but we don’t do that here.
Warnings: profanity, a little violence in the end, dumb plot, unnamed OC used as plot device, no smut just fluff, i did research for this smh
Synopsis: You and Sesshomaru go to see a play.
Spoiler Synopsis: You get hit on by an actor and Sess feels some type of way about it. While being unaware of his internal conflict, you manage to ease his concerns.
After expressing your desire to watch a movie with Sesshomaru, you then mentally facepalm, because why would a demon from the feudal era know what that is? You try to explain television, but eventually give up and resort to calling it mini musical theater.
Sess nods at that description thoughtfully, "Kabuki. That is one way humans entertain themselves here. I've encountered it a few times."
"Let's go to one, then," you suggest. "I'm craving some medieval Hamilton."
"Hamilton? You are... hungry?"
"Nah, Hamilton isn't food. Food for the soul, maybe."
He doesn't question you or your obscure references further. He ends up taking you to a Kabuki near a human village, and soon you are seated amongst a crowd, directly in front of a colorful stage with extravagant decor and lighting. On stage, there are actors in colorful costumes and makeup, performing a historic drama. To the side, live music is being played by performers with drums, flutes, and other instruments.
Even though you're seated in the back, with all of the lower class citizens, during the show you somehow manage catch the attention of one of the performers. The individual, who's playing the lead role as a heroic samurai, locks eyes with you instead of his co-actor as he's saying his lines. "As cherry blossoms fall, so do my defenses in the face of your grace, for in this battlefield of the heart, it is your love that I am sworn to defend."
You clap and cheer, mainly because you know you're being watched. Internally, you're thinking, 'what a corny ass line. This show is good but it ain't got shit on Lin-Manuel Miranda. And why is he staring at me like that? Can he tell I'm not from around here? If I cheer louder will he stop?'
But Sesshomaru can't read your thoughts. All he sees is you clapping and cheering and grinning enthusiastically back at the actor. He stiffens in place, narrowing his gaze at the man on stage. It was hardly a performance worthy of your praise. Sure, in the story being told, the samurai had slain a powerful foe and won a great battle. But Sesshomaru had slain numerous foes and won countless battles, and none of them were imaginary. How was such an insignificant being earning your attention?
His jaw clenches in annoyance as the actor winks at you. Your response, to Sesshomaru's dismay, is louder cheering. He debates whether or not to express his concerns, but you seem to be having such a good time and he doesn't want to ruin that for you with his...
...insecurities? Is that what these thoughts were? This was not becoming of the Lord of the Western Lands. Could this be one of the ways he was inferior to this mortal? Were you able to sense that, is that why you were so passionate with your cheering? Were you going to replace him because he was expressing vulnerability?
Suddenly, he feels the warmth of your hand around his as you thread his fingers with yours in one smooth motion.
"It's okay," you say in a comforting tone, "it's not real. Those guys can't hurt you."
Hurt him? He realizes that while you had correctly identified that he was experiencing fear, you had mistakenly thought it was due to the scene taking place on stage. The samurai was facing a terrifying beast and it was not looking good for him. Scared of a mortal in a costume? Sesshomaru almost scoffs at that thought. But then you bring his arm closer to stroke it soothingly, and you murmur words of reassurance that quiet his thoughts, and he swears if he were standing his knees would have buckled. He grips your hand tighter.
When the show ends, he's quick to try and lead you away. Right now, nothing else matters, he just wants to be alone with you. But that doesn't happen, because the path ends up blocked by the very actor that had been flirting with you from on stage. He's out of costume and make up now, but you still recognize him easily.
"I'm glad I caught you before you left. I just couldn't help but admire your beauty from afar."
"Hey," you greet him, a bit too enthusiastically for Sesshomaru's taste, "Thanks? I loved your show."
Sess’s heart rate picks up as his invasive thoughts begin spiraling again. He's unsure as to how you can tell, but you stroke the back of his hand assuringly with your thumb.
"I'm glad," the actor replies. "You must have very good taste. I imagine your companion does as well."
Sesshomaru doesn't answer, so you answer for him. "Yeah, he loved the show. The last scene frightened him a bit but he's okay now."
Sess stiffens.
"I see. Don't worry, my friend. At the end of the day it's all just smoke and mirrors."
"Yeah, that's what I've been saying. It's not comparable to the real thing."
"And what would such a delicate flower such as yourself know about the real thing, hmm?"
"Come again?"
"I can tell you've never been in battle, you have the most pristine features."
"That's not true, actually. I've been in plenty of fights."
The actor laughs, "Oh, don't tell me this demon makes you fight his battles?"
Whatever insecurity Sesshomaru had been facing, it’s instantly overshadowed by his pride. He moves forward with hostility, but you squeeze his hand tighter and hold him in place. Your own patience wears thin and your resting bitch face returns. "No, he doesn’t. We're both capable of handling ourselves, thank you very much."
"You shouldn't have to handle yourself," the actor replies. He's managed to close the rest of the distance himself and is now too close for comfort. He takes your free hand and kisses it gently. "I can take care of you. You deserve better than a coward for a partner."
Sesshomaru bares his fangs but your reaction is quicker. You knee the man directly in the face, resulting in a satisfying crunch.
"Ow, my nose!" He falls to his knees, clutching his face. "You bitch! You broke my nose!"
"Learn some manners, dipshit. And put some ice on that. Let’s go, Sess.”
And you both walk away together, leaving the actor kneeling there.
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PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 7
heavy smut, sinji watches you get pounded into, gun mention, violence.
“hakari wait-“ you had tried to say, before the next thing you knew, you were bent over the table. your back arched off it, staring up at hakari with doe eyes and you felt a heat to your core.
your lips embrace with his, him biting on your bottom lip so softly and licking your tongue. his hand finds its way to your panties, tugging at them softly. this was his way of asking for your grace, taking his other hand and grabbing a hold of your jaw and looking down at you.
“give this to me.” he said, wasnt really asking, more demanding. he also kept his eye on sinji, who was writhing in pain from the beat down he endured.
you nodded, no longer worried about sinji and your bottoms were off. the cold air of the room instinctively made you close your legs shut, but hakari slammed them open. he gets in the middle of them, leaning down to your neck and kissing at your throat. you shivered, then arching into his hand as he gropes at a fat breast.
he must have been craving you, because there was no slowness, by that being said he was already making out with your clit.
your hips instinctively grind against his face, trying to chase that high he and you loved. the slight nibble on the throbbing muscle that you desperately missed, pulling at his hair and moaning aloud.
“tug on that shit.. make it hurt baby.” he whispered, but sentences being muffled by having a mouthful of pussy. he didnt drop his eye on sinji. sinji was still groaning, but he was watching both of you.
sinji, being sinji, grew more and more aware on his situation.
and you didnt care, hakari’s mouth felt so damn good for you to not pay attention. and hakari always had this combination, one that made you cum quick, one that had you seeing stars.
“give it t’me.. c’mon mama.. c’mon mama fuck.” he cooed, licking at your clit and shoving two thick fingers into your pussy. he automatically knew where your g-spot was, so whenever he had been knuckles deep in you, thats where he was.
and that gummy spot was making you roll your eyes back, making a creamy white around your hole and on your lips. hakari loved it, scooping some with the two pads of his fingers and smearing it all around your pussy, labia, lips, clit, everywhere. the coil in your tummy had snapped and you were down for the count, feeling his fingers be pushed out by your gushing pussy.
hakari wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping his pants. he didn’t bother pulling them down, taking his cock out and watching you. he shoved his fingers in your cunt again, moving his finger in your cunt vigorously until you were conscious again and that coil snapped- he had that affect. you may not even think you could cum again and hed draw it out.
“h-hey-“ sinji tried to get up, but hakari aimed his pistol at him, drawing yours and his attention.
“hakari what are you–“ you tried to say.
“you try to stop me from fuckin’ my girl and i will pop one in you.” he said, almost a growl. he looked back at you, smiling kissing your throat again and having you whine. he slid himself inside, angling his hips and slamming them against yours.
if you could moan coming through your gut, thats what it would sound like. he put a hand on your hip, pinning you down softly and having you cream around his length. he watched your expressions contort into one of pleasure, legs shaking and you throwing your head back.
“thats it.. there you go..” he whispered, going slower as he fucked his cock into you. regardless of the fact he had a gun pointed at your now ex boyfriend, you think thats what makes the situation more arousing.
his thrusts grew needy, grew frantic and he was burning all over, you knew be was chasing his own jackpot. he groaned out, taking his free hand from your hip to the back of your head and brought you both close.
“i love you.” he said, fucking into that gummy spot and panting. “i love you..” he said again, turning the safety off as he heard shuffling from sinji. “i fuckin’ love you..” he said again, his hips slamming into you harder.
JACKPOT!
“dont you dare!–“ sinji went to say, before a guard or three of them pinned sinji down, making hakari chuckle. you were completely out of it, a pretty panting mess hakari would say.
“dont think about coming back ‘round here, aight?” hakari told him, dragging the tip of the gun down his face. “i dont need her permission to shoot.”
and you never really did see sinji after that.
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Doctora Pt. 2
Since many reached out to say they want a mini series, here it comes!
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader
Part 1 is HERE! <3
Pablo's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss and how her chapstick tasted like fresh strawberries on my tongue...fuck! I really wanted to kiss her again!
"¿Hola? Mundo a Pablo! You can pick your results after training" Xavi said and all I could think about was seeing her again not really knowing how to say that I want her to be mine.
"Gracias" I said and he smiled nodding approvingly as other guys joined us on the pitch.
"I can't believe we haven't heard you screaming from the changing rooms while getting your blood drawn" Pedri mocked me and I rolled my eyes still thinking about strategy for when I see her again. Should I play dumb and see what she does? But don't girls like confidence? Ugh! Es tan complicado!
"Ai! Ansu? Can I ask you something??" after training I seek some advice from one of my best friends still not deciding how I should act when I see her again. I haven't told him who I was talking about knowing that everyone on camp knows her but I presented him with a hypothetical scenario.
"Hermano, girls like to feel like they belong to a man who will pursue them tirelessly..so be possessive" were Ansu's exact words and I repeated them while walking towards the clinic.
When I came in and saw he laughing with one of the younger players while getting his blood drawn..I felt..jealous? Was she distracting him the same way she did with me!? Fuck! She can't do that with anybody else!
I came in with all my confidence on display as she turned around to safe me with that beautiful smile on her face. How can someone look so sexy in scrubs!? Focus cabrón!
"Hola nena" I said winking at her which certainly made the younger player angry but I didn't give a shit! He should know she is off limits and he has no chance against me!
"I will be right with you, let me just finish here first" she said which made the younger boy smirk this time and my jaw clenched as I sat down to wait for her to give me attention that I wanted right the fuck now!
Your POV
Pablo was angry, that much was clear from his demeanor when I came to give him his results. I was so nervous to look at him after the kiss we shared which I have to admit kept me craving for more.
He stood up after taking the paper walking towards the door and just when I expected him to leave without a word (probably forgetting about the kiss anyways), he locked the door walking back towards me.
He placed his paper on the table before going around to stand in fornt of me making me walk backwards until my back was glued to the wall and he was hovering over me dominantly.
"Um..what..are you doing Gavi?" I said with a shaken up voice which surely amused him as his smirk grew while his fingers raised up my chin like last time.
I closed my eyes expecting him to kiss me again (excited about it ofc!!) but just as our lips were inches from each other he spoke lowly.
"Did you miss me doctora??" he said and I opened my eyes blushing like crazy when I realized how close our faces were to each other.
"And..why..why would I miss you Gavi?" I said trying my best to be confident but his power was undeniable..he was making me nervous on purpose!
"Well..maybe because watching me in a sweaty uniform does things to you? Or maybe because you let me have a taste of those sweet lips of yours doctora?" Pablo was enjoying himself and I was a blushing mess staring from his eyes to his lips wondering if he craved to kiss me just as much as I craved to taste him again?
"Tell me something, preciosa..do you use the same distraction on other players too? Maybe ones from La Masia?" he said and I knew now why he was so angry before. Pablo Gavi was jealous! He was jealous after seeing me with that kid from La Masia. Now was my turn to make him nervous!
"So what if I do? I'm a free woman after all..." I smirked shocked when his hand wrapped around my throat and his lips came so close to mine that they touched as he spoke.
"Wanna try that again nena? You can only distract me like that!" he growled now completely ruining my panties while staring at my lips before kissing me again but this time with more force..like his life depended on it..and I loved every second of it!
We kept kissing one another for a few minutes like it was the most natural thing in the world before I realized that I needed to pull away and make him deserve me first!
"I should go back to work Gavi.." I said knowing that if he stayed here any longer..all hell would break loose probably ending in his suspension and me getting fired!
"Tu me vuelves loco nena.." he said resting his forehead again mine and I felt my heart speeding up as he leaned down and kissed me one last time before pulling away.
"I'm gonna need this. See you soon doctora" Pablo grabbed one of your visit cards with your phone number before leaving and making you finally breathe heavily trying to wrap your mind about what just happened.
Pablo's POV
As more days passed, and we spend nights face timing each other I got so hooked that seeing her face became a mandatory part of my day. We also agreed to be 'friends' whatever the hell that meant but I was letting it go slow for now not knowing how long I'll be able to resist kissing her again!
Also, my results showed that I will need to do some physical therapy but overall everything seems to be alright. I never felt happier to be told I will have to spend so much time at the clinic.
"So you know how you said last night that you couldn't wait for the new season to come out??" I said while she was applying some cold jelly on my thigh before my physical therapy. She looked so beautiful when she was focusing on a task like this!
"Mhm?" he said and I did my best not to get hard from feeling her hand on my inner thigh but it was getting quite hard to be honest. But these little sessions definitely made me crave her touch so damn much!
"I know a guy who sent it to me before it gets released. What do you say we watch it together tonight at my apartment?" I said seeing her eyes open wide as she comprehended the words leaving my mouth.
"No freaking way! The next season is coming out in almost two weeks!" she said and I smirked nodding my head knowing that I made an impossible bargain that she won't be able to refuse. Or I hoped she wouldn't refuse.
"I'm Pablo Gavi" I said proudly and she rolled her eyes making me groan in annoyance. She was definitely different..
"But if I do this..promise not to take me to your bed Gavi??" she said and I smirked making her chuckle before doing a pinky promise before she finally agreed. I was so excited but I acted cool while she was there.
I was manically cleaning my apartment when I returned from trianing waiting impatiently for her to call and tell me she is in front of the gates. Time never passed slower!
"Come in doctora!" I said escorting her inside as she took off her jacket making my mind go crazy at the sight of her in grey sweats and a tank top..this was the first time I saw her wearing no scrubs.
"What!? I didn't know there was a dress code. I kinda look homeless " she said making me laugh as we both walked to the living room.
"You look perfect.." words just slipped past my lips before I could stop them and she smiled sitting on the couch comfortably.
Your POV
I couldn't believe I was currently sitting next to Pablo Gavi in his apartment watching one of my favorite TV shows. Despite not showing it to him, I knew what a 'lady man' the boy was and was definitely a little star struck that he was pursuing me.
He kept his apartment pretty cold so my arms quickly filled with goosebumps which he noticed jogging to his room in the middle of an episode. He came back with his big Barca hoodie and my heart stared speeding up immediately.
"Gracias Pablo.." I used his name for the first time and it felt right especially seeing how he smiled when he heard it. I wore his hoodie which he definitely recently wore since it smelled so strong of his cologne as we continued to binge the episodes.
"I should probably head home..it's almost midnight!" I said completely loosing track of time not to mention that I was so sleepy that I had to lay my head on Pablo's shoulder to keep watching the end of the episode.
"But there are two more episodes..don't you wanna know how it ends??" he quickly replied and I really did want to see the ending but also not sure how I am going to drive back home at three in the morning.
"Are you sure??" I asked and he nodded smiling wide in reassurance.
"Tomorrow is day off so I can sleep in. No worries!" he said and I nodded as another episode began.
I didn't even notice when I fell asleep only waking up when he raised me up from the couch carrying me upstairs bridal style.
"Um..what's happening?" I said followed by a loud yawn that made me blush as he chuckled entering his bedroom..it was huge, with a king sized bed and his jersey on the wall.
"I'm taking you to my bed" he said and you felt your heart speeding up while your eyes were staring into his deeply.
"You promised.." I reminded him and he smiled kissing my forehead before laying me down in comfortable sheets that smelled like Pablo...I felt safe.
"I'm not letting you drive sleepy but don't worry, I will sleep on the floor if you need anything" he said tucking me in and I blushed smiling wide at his kind gesture.
It was the middle of the night when I woke up from how cold I was since Pablo took off my hoodie thinking I will be too warm under the blankets. Boy kept his room so cold, I felt like I was in Canada!
I stole glance at him sleeping on the floor fearfully getting up and laying down next to him getting insanely close immediately feeling warmer.
"Mm what a nice surprise doctora..." Pablo mumbled being cocky even when he just woke up and I rolled my eyes nuzzling my cold nose further into his neck.
"I'm cold!" I whine and he smirks wrapping his arms around my body before pulling me on top of him and rubbing my skin as I felt much warmer and started to again drift to sleep.
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Yandere Enmu with a darling who's a sadist
Warnings: yandere behavior and slight nsfw
A/N: this was requested but the person got deactivated. I do remember that the person specified that the reader kicks, hits, and scratches (or anything) to hurt Enmu.
Anyways enjoy :]
He’s a masochist and sadist at heart. He adores hurting those who are disrespectful to him or you, but most importantly, he loves feeling pain himself.
Nothing gets him happier than to feel your hands graze against his hair before hurting him dearly.
To say the least, he loves when you inflict pain on him. You could ask for his head and the minute those last words get out, his head is rolling down at your feet with his creepy smile looking up at you: “Anything for you, dear!”
In his mind, anything you ask for is needed. If you ask for an entire arm, he’ll give you his. He’s your toy, whatever you wanna do with him, feel free to do so. He’d lick the ground or your shoes if you asked.
If and when you are angry, Enmu will offer to let you hit him or in some way, draw blood from him. A blush forms on his face as he rants about how good it would feel for the both of you and how amazing your hands would feel on his pathetic, demon body.
It’s expected for him to follow you practically everywhere. Always trailing behind you like a child or a lost puppy whilst whining your name for attention. Though, the minute you whip around and slap him out of anger, a blush is formed on his face and laughs are let out.
Of course, he looks at you with his recognizable smile - letting out a “Thank you, love!” and “Please do more! I crave your touch.”
He’ll go as far as to annoy you to make you upset, making sure your abuse lands on him - your touch is far more important and he’ll be a little shit to make you upset, craving your touch like chocolate.
And, being the demon he is, he’ll heal right up and immediately ask for more.
No matter what you do, your hands will land on him one way or another and have him screaming for more. Whether that's in the bedroom or the train station, he'll have it.
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