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4unnyr0se · 1 year ago

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❥ apple cider | tobio kageyama

warnings: timeskip! university! tobio, f! reader, she/her pronouns, virgin! tobio, cunnilingus, tit-sucking, hickeys, sub! tobio, cowgirl position, praise, needy! tobio, unprotected sex, hinata mentioned

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 6.2k

a/n: okay yeah lowkey i lost the plot a little bit but its tobio soo... also sorry if he's ooc i tried so hard

❥ song: apple cider - beebadoobee

Biology class was a pain in the ass, no matter what your major was. Whether it was an elective course or required for a biology major, it was god-awful. At least, it was god-awful for Tobio. He needed it for a science credit, and that class was the only one that wasn’t open. And it was a 6 PM-9 PM lecture, which was the greater of the two evils. So basically, he got the worst time slot for the worst possible class. And all because he slept in once class registration started for college sophomores. It's totally unfair.

But it wasn’t the stupidly long and late classes that pissed him all the way off, no. It was his annoying, stuck-up, sickeningly smart classmate who was the textbook definition of a know-it-all. Literal and metaphorical; you even dressed like one. Neck-length black turtlenecks with round nerd-like glasses and ankle-length skirts in tones that complement your skin so well. He hated you. He hated how you were better than him. And you were so smug about it. Your stupid little smirk would grace your features every time the professor praised you for getting another correct answer. Or when your professor praised you for “Breaking the curve yet again, spectacular! You’re going places.” God, that pissed him off—little miss brilliant, perfect you.

So one could imagine the rage he felt in his stomach when your professor made the both of you stay after class, well after the other students left, chattering about how lame the homework was and what parties were happening on Friday.

“Tobio, I asked you to stay after because your grades are…less than satisfactory,” your professor pushed up her glasses, gesturing to the piles of papers with his name scrawled out in chicken scratch. “I’m worried about your performance. If you continue on the path you’re on now, you’ll probably have to retake the class. That means you’ll fail three credits short and might have to graduate later than the others.”

Tobio shrugged, shoving his hands in his loose jeans pockets. “I can always take a class in the summer, can’t I?”

Your professor shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. I don’t work during the summer, and I’m the only professor that teaches this biology level. Besides, I know you have volleyball to attend to when you aren’t in class. It must be stressful, dealing with sports and academia.”

Tobio didn’t know what academia meant, but it sounded like school. “So, what? Are you going to tutor me after class or something?”

“Oh, no. As a professor, I cannot help students past my office hours. That’s why I’ve appointed my best student to tutor you until your grades are satisfactory,” she gestured to yourself. “She’s maintained a high ninety throughout the semester, so she should have no problem tutoring you.”

You waved at Tobio, smiling softly.

Tobio sighed and rolled his eyes. “No offense, professor, but is there any way that I can get somebody else to tutor me?”

“Do you two not get along well?”

“We just don’t know each other, that’s all. I think Tobio is just shy,” you stood beside him. “I promise I’ll do my best to help you improve your grades, honestly.” you flashed him another soft smile.

He thought the show you were putting on for your professor was impressive. “Fine, whatever.”

“Great!” your professor happily clapped her hands together. “In that case, why not start tutoring him tonight? I’m assigning an online quiz tomorrow that isn’t open note, so I hope you’ll score better than 60% this time, Tobio.”

You covered your chuckle with a false cough. His highest grade was a 60%. Oh, that’s pathetic. Adorably pathetic. “Yeah, we can walk to the library. Unless you have something else that you need from us, professor.”

Your professor shook her head and bid you two off, closing the classroom doors behind you. You and Tobio walked awkwardly to the library, his blue eyes glued to the ground below you.

“So, you play volleyball?” you tried to break the silence. He didn’t respond. “Did you hear me? I asked if you play volleyball.”

“Just shut up and walk. You hate this as much as I do. Stop pretending to like me. Our professor can’t hear you. No need to suck up anymore.” he brushed his black bangs out of his face.

You were taken aback by his words. “Okay, that’s fucking rude. Sorry for wanting to get to know you better, jackass.” you played with the necklace dangling from your neck, your eyes darting to look over at Tobio occasionally. He was tall, taller than you were. Built, too. You heard that he played volleyball in high school and won nationals a couple of times, and he was only a college sophomore. You thought he must work out regularly to keep his shoulders broad. He definitely had abs, too, rippling just under the compression shirt he wore-

“Oi, we’re here. Did your brain leave your head or something?” he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from slamming face-first into the library doors. “Watch where you’re going. Next time, I’ll just let you break your nose.”

“Gee, thanks. I feel so protected,” you sighed, walking to an empty study corner. Tobio took the beanbag, and you took the couch, taking out your flashcards and highlighters. “So, we’re currently on the human anatomy unit. This is one of the more complicated units, so I can’t blame you for struggling. One of the reasons I’m doing so well is that my high school offered human anatomy during my third year. I was good at it.” you praised yourself.

“Wow, really? Karasuno didn’t offer that.” Tobio leaned back in the bean bag, resting his arms behind his head.

“You went to Karasuno? I didn’t know you were from Miyagi.”

“I thought it would be obvious to you since you’re so smart or whatever.” he rolled his eyes, leaning forward. “Let's just get this over with. I have other shit to do besides getting babied by the class know-it-all.”

You slammed your flashcards down on the table, shooting him a glare. “Look, it’s not my fault you’re bad at biology. But I’ve been appointed as your tutor and won’t give up on you just because you’re mean to me. I’ve been called worse things. So suck it up and let me help you, you asshole.” you tossed your textbook at him. “Read this passage, and then I’ll show you the flashcards. Is that okay with you, or do you need further instruction, moron?”

Damn, he liked when you talked to him like that. He knew you were faking that kindness act just so your professor wouldn’t get upset with you. He was right. Tobio knew you had an attitude under all that nerd attire that made you look so fucking sexy. Wait, did he think you were sexy? No…right? You were his tutor. You were a total loser who dressed like that basketcase from The Breakfast Club. So why did he suddenly have the overwhelming urge to slam his lips against yours when you told him off? He shook his head, trying to erase the sinful thoughts from his mind as he read the passage in the textbook that lectured about menstruation. Ew, gross. Well, he guessed it wasn’t gross. It was natural. Besides, you would probably punch his lights out if he said it was gross. For once in his life, it was better to keep his mouth shut.

“Have you finished the paragraph?” your words snapped him out of his thoughts—a twinge of pink dusted his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he responded, closing the textbook. “I can’t believe you have to go through that every month.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “You get used to it eventually. At least I don’t have endometriosis,” you shuffled your flashcards, taking one out of the deck. “Okay, can you tell me the average amount of days that a person with a uterus gets their period?”

Tobio thought for a moment. “Uh…five?”

You slowly nodded. “Well, it’s closer to a week, but everyone is different, so I guess you’re technically right,” you pulled out another card. “Why do people with uteruses get cramps when menstruating?”

“Um…because the muscles in the vagina contract to…”

“To what?”

“To get rid of the lining…”

You clapped your hands together. “Very good! Did you already know some of this stuff?”

Tobio nodded. “I have an older sister. She gets really bad cramps, and the whole house turns into chaos whenever she gets her period. Chocolate usually helps…I would always make her chocolate milk.” He smiled to himself.

“Aw, that’s really nice of you. Your older sister is lucky to have a nice little brother, even if he’s a jackass to his biology tutor.” you snickered, putting away the flashcards. “Well, it’s been an hour already. I think we should wrap up. I’m hungry.”

“I’m not a jackass, shut up!” Tobio grew defensive, crossing his arms over his muscular chest. “I have to get to practice anyway. Hinata will start spamming my phone any minute if I’m late. He’s so annoying.”

You put your items in your bag. “Hinata? Like, Shoyo Hinata?” you pushed your glasses up to your face. “I know him. We eat lunch together sometimes. He’s hilarious.” you smile, and Tobio felt a jealous wave wash over him. You were the cutest girl he had talked to in a long time. Why did Hinata get to talk to you, too? Was he about to try something? Fucking Hinata.

“He’s actually really fucking annoying. He makes weird noises when he receives the ball like a toddler.” Tobio smirked, brushing the dust off his jeans. “But if you think he’s funny, you must be right. After all, you’re the smart one.” he teased.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Don’t get pissy with me because you have a shitty grade in biology. So, what if you know how the menstrual cycle works? I bet you’re awful at the reproductive part of human anatomy.” you placed a hand on your hip. “We’ll meet here tomorrow at the same time. You get to learn about the vagina, which should be fun for you since you’re obviously a fucking virgin.”

“I am not!” Tobio huffed, staring daggers as you walked away. He wasn’t technically lying to you, but it also wasn’t the truth. Sure, he had done things with his mouth and hands, but he never went all the way. And Tobio was almost positive that you would bully him relentlessly if you knew that he was a virgin. And he also knew, way deep in his gut, that he wanted you. For whatever reason, he had to have you. You were so full of yourself and painfully smart, smarter than he would ever be. Tobio needed to fuck you so good that you would not doubt in your mind that he wasn’t a virgin.

The library was relatively empty, but it was a Saturday afternoon. Students who lived off campus were at their parent's house, and those who lived on campus were probably asleep in their dorms or doing other activities. It was a lovely atmosphere, especially without all the annoying frat guys using the library as a place to make out with girls in the nonfiction section. You and Tobio sat in the usual spot, except you both sat on the couch this time. Even though you didn’t particularly care for him, he was getting better at human anatomy, which you felt proud of.

“So, are you ready to learn about how we reproduce?” you opened your textbook to the bookmarked page. “I know we already learned this in high school, but it’s still an important part of the unit to review, just in case there’s a question on the exam next week that’s a curveball.”

Tobio sighed and took out a highlighter he bought exclusively for your tutoring sessions. “I can’t believe we have to go over this. We’re in college. We know how to fuck.” he blushed, tapping the uncapped highlighter on the thin paper of the textbook.

You cleared your throat. “Just because we know how the process is done doesn’t mean we understand the risks that come along with it. There are sexually transmitted diseases and ectopic pregnancies…there’s a whole list of things that can go wrong during sex. Luckily,” you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose. “Those things are relatively rare. Well, except for the STD portion. That’s why condoms are important, even when your partner is on the birth control pill.”

Tobio smiled slightly. “You seem to know a lot about this. Is there something I should know?”

Wow, he was never this smooth when it came to flirting. Usually, he was an awkward mess who stammered over his words and made a fool of himself.

You rolled your eyes and looked at him. “My high school just thought that being properly educated when it came to sex was important, that’s all. I’m not some sexual deviant if that’s what you were wondering. Would a sexual deviant dress like a librarian?” you gestured to your outfit.

Tobio’s eyes wandered to your tight-fitting sweater that fit snugly around your breasts and waist. The skirt you wore was thigh-length and oh-so-snug, and the stockings you wore underneath made you look like the prettiest librarian he had ever seen. “Do you want me to be honest, or is this one of those questions where I’ll be wrong no matter what I say?”

You closed your textbook. “No, be honest. Let me know what you’re thinking.”

Tobio took a deep breath, refusing to make eye contact. You were pretty, but damn, were you terrifying. “I…I think you look really fucking sexy when you dress like a librarian.” he squeezed his knuckles on his lap, looking down at his feet with a furious blush on his face.

You chuckled. “So you have a thing for librarians or something?” you moved closer toward the bumbling setter. “That’s not a bad thing, you know. Even though you’re incredibly stupid, you are…kind of cute.” you placed your hand on his trembling thigh.

“Don’t touch me there. It’s sensitive,” he whispered.

“Aw, you really are a virgin,” you softly purred, finding this whole ordeal amusing.

“I told you I’m not,” Tobio continued to lie. “I’ve…I’ve had sex.”

You sighed, pulling your hand away from his thigh. “You know, it’s okay if you are a virgin. I know I tease you about it, but it’s really nothing to be ashamed about.”

Tobio crossed his arms and grumbled. “My teammates say otherwise, especially the upperclassmen.”

You rolled your eyes yet again. “Tobio, they just say those things because of toxic masculine culture. You have to ask yourself if you honestly think you’re ready to lose your virginity if you’re emotionally ready for it.”

Tobio raised an eyebrow. “Why would I have to be emotionally ready? Don’t people fuck because they’re horny?”

“Well, yes, but it’s a very intimate act. You have to be mature enough to be vulnerable with your partner. This is why sex education is so important.”

Tobio racked his brain, thinking of what to say next. “Do you…want to come over tonight? T-to study, obviously. I have to get my grades up, or it’s my ass.”

You smiled, packing up your things. “We can just study in my dorm. I live alone, so it’ll be nice and cozy. Maybe we can do a practice quiz on female anatomy? I’m guessing you already know a lot about male anatomy.” you give him a suggestive smirk.

Tobio frowned. “Did you just say that I jerk off a lot?”

“You’re a nineteen-year-old in college. Of course, you jerk off a lot.”

“Shut up! God, you’re so pretentious.” Tobio shoved his hands in his pockets, leaning back against the couch.

“At least I’m not failing biology,” you stuck your tongue out playfully. “Come by my dorm building around nine. It’s the one by the dining hall, you can’t miss it. I’ll be waiting to buzz you in.” With that, you left, humming to yourself as if you didn’t give Tobio a million ideas on how to spend his time in your dorm. What if you brushed against his shoulder when going over terms, and his hand just happened to slide around your waist? Oh, it would be absolutely terrible if you got on top of him, caging him under your body as your lips trailed down further and further until they landed on his needy cock. Fuck, Tobio was hard just thinking about it. He grabbed a nearby throw pillow and whistled to himself, waiting for his erection to go down so he could walk to his dorm and prepare for tonight. In reality, nothing would probably happen…right?

It was 9:02 in the evening. The crickets played a tune outside your dorm hall as you sat down on one of the many chairs they had scattered on the lawn that were usually used during the springtime. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the fireflies danced with the stars. Truely it was a perfect evening.

Except Tobio was fucking late. Sure, it was only two minutes, but what if he forgot? You didn’t have his contact information; emailing him was out of the question because that would be outdated. And so, you waited patiently outside for him to arrive. You couldn’t wait to lecture him.

“Yo,” Tobio waved. His backpack hung over his shoulders, and his cell phone practically dangled from his grey sweatpants. “Sorry, I’m late. My roommate was being an asshole, and we were yelling so much that I lost track of time.”

“You’re two and a half minutes late, dick,” you brushed the dirt off your knees, stretching. “I was considering going back inside and leaving you to fend for yourself.”

Tobio scoffed. “It’s only two and half minutes, damn. You really need to learn how to relax.”

You opened up the dorm building with your keycard. “If I relaxed, I wouldn’t be at the top of my class. Now, would I?”

“Whatever. Can we just get this over with? I hate studying.” he said defensively. It wasn’t technically lying; Tobio didn’t like studying, but he liked studying with you. He would never admit it, but you made the material easier to remember, and you actually cared about him getting decent grades for whatever reason.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, princess. I live on the third floor, and the elevator is broken, so we’re taking the stairs.” you took off your hoodie and wrapped it around your waist, revealing your low-cut tank top. “C’mon. I don’t want to waste more time than we already have.”

“It was barely three minutes…” Tobio muttered under his breath as he followed you up the stairs, trying his best not to trip over the steps as his eyes constantly darted to your exposed cleavage. Fuck, you looked so fucking good. Did you even know what you were doing to him? Probably, you loved teasing him. Maybe if he got enough answers correct, you would let him bury his face in your breasts and suck little hickeys onto them.

“Okay, we’re here,” your dorm room was just at the end of the hall, nice and secluded. You jiggled the key in the doorknob and let him inside, the dorm walls decorated with posters ranging from your favorite TV shows to stupid ones you found while thrifting. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get my laptop to do online flashcards. If you get them right, you get to feed your little monster pet. Isn’t that fun?”

Tobio chuckled. “You have to rely on a game to study? And there I thought you were just books and, uh, other things.”

“Wow, so smooth.”

“Shut the hell up.”

You giggled and sat on your bed, patting the spot next to you. “Make yourself comfortable. This could be a while.”

“As long as it’s less than an hour, I don’t care.” he sat beside you, mindful of the space between. If he was any closer, he might be unable to help himself.

“Oh, honey, did you think you would be in and out of here in a tight thirty minutes? You could not be more wrong,” you mocked him, opening the flashcard application on your computer. “This will take maybe two hours so that you can learn all there is to know about the female body. Unless, of course,” you leaned in closer. “You don’t think you can handle it.”

Fuck, this is where Tobio dies. He’s going to die, and it’s because this sexy fucking nerd won’t give his virgin ass a break.

“I-I can handle it! I can totally handle it!” Tobio sounded so sure of himself, but the crimson blush decorating his cheeks gave it all way.

“If you say so,” you clicked on a flashcard. “Alright, what is the labia?”

Tobio thought for a moment. “Uh, it’s the folds of skin around the vaginal opening…right?”

You smiled. “Very good! You get to give the little monster a treat now.” You handed him the laptop. “You can click on what food you want to give him. I personally like giving him the rice cakes.”

Tobio chuckled at the tiny digital creature chewing on the snack. “This is kind of cute. I can see why you like studying now.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Studies show that making learning fun actually helps the material stick in your brain for longer periods of time. Who knew?”

You clicked on another flash card once Tobio had finished feeding the virtual monster. “Oh, this is a fun one. How rare is the female orgasm without clitoral stimulation?”

“...why do I have to know this?” Tobio looked flustered.

“Just answer the damn question.” he looked cute when he was embarrassed.

“Uh, common…I think. I don’t know, I’m not a girl.”

You sighed and adjusted your glasses. “Wrong, sorry. It’s actually incredibly rare for a female to orgasm without proper clitoral stimulation. We often time have to fake it to please our current partner.”

He looked down at his socks. “That doesn’t sound very fun. Why do guys cum more easily than girls?”

“Because the sperm fertilizes the egg, and women don’t need to orgasm to produce the egg, obviously.”

“And how was I supposed to know that?”

You rubbed your temple. “Because the textbook is right in front of you, dummy. Anyways,” you looked at Tobio. “Don’t feel bad. We have sex toys and stuff so we can get proper orgasms.”

Tobio scratched the back of his neck. “Has…has anyone ever made you cum?”

You were silent for a moment. “No, not even once. I had a boyfriend who was convinced he knew where the clit was…he always got it wrong.”

“Sorry to hear that,” why did Tobio feel bad? He wasn’t your boyfriend…did he want to be?

“S’not your fault, don’t apologize.” you pat him on the back, the faintest shade of ballerina pink on your cheeks. “Well, we should probably get back to studying now.”

Tobio closed the laptop. “We could study a different way…o-only if you want to.”

“What do you mean? Like, without flashcards?” you were faking your innocence. You knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Are you seriously going to make me say it?” Tobio forced himself to look at you, drinking in your natural beauty. Holy fuck, you were so gorgeous.

“Yeah, I really am,” you leaned forward, licking your lips. “Go on, tell me how we can study a different way. I’m so eager.”

Tobio groaned to himself at the sight of your pink tongue licking your bottom lip, making you seem even more tempting. “We could, dammit, we could have sex a-and you could show me how to…y’know, make you feel good. O-only if you want to, I would never force you to. It’s not like I’m desperate for sex or anything. Who said that? Not me-” You cut him off by placing a manicured finger on his chapped lips.

“If you want to fuck, then let’s just fuck. I’ll teach you along the way, alright Tobio?” you placed your laptop on the dresser beside you, climbing into his trembling lap. Your soft hands cupped his flushed face, the scent of your vanilla hand cream filling his nostrils with a pleasant aroma. “Do you want me to fuck you, Tobio?”

“God, yes,”

With his approval, you gently pressed your lips against his. He quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist so your chest was flush against his. His lips moved slowly against yours as if he was terrified to do something that would upset you. You giggled into the kiss, shifting in Tobio’s lap to get more comfortable.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips with feather-light force as your tongue bore into his mouth, dancing with his own before pulling away. Your arms secured themselves around his neck, fingers tugging on the loose strands of midnight black hair. “Did you like kissing me, Tobio?” you purred, your petal-like lips trailing kisses down his thick neck.

“Y-yeah, I really fucking liked that,” God, his whimpers would be the death of you.

“Do you know what a hickey is, Tobio?”

“Not really…” he felt ashamed of how little he knew.

You frowned at his downtrodden tone, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. “Hey, don’t say it like that. It’s okay if you don’t know what a hickey is. I’m your tutor, don’t you want to learn?” he nodded.

“So why don’t you let me show you then, hm? I’ll be gentle, I promise.” you kissed up and down his neck until you found a spot that made Tobio gasp. “Is this where it feels good?”

His sweatpants strained. “Yeah..really good,”

Your teeth nipped at the skin. “This might hurt, so tell me if it’s too much. Can you be a good boy and do as you’re told?”

Another whine escaped his puffy lips. “Yeah, I’ll be good for you.”

Your lips descended onto the previously marked spot, taking his skin between your teeth and sucking ever so slightly. His once light grip on your hips strengthened as you bit down on the sensitive flesh, sucking the tiniest purple bruise that would surely blossom into a beautiful hickey. You pulled away, catching your breath and brushing your hair out of your field of vision. “How did that feel, pretty boy?”

Tobio’s cock was painfully hard in his boxers. The grey sweatpants were not doing him any favors in terms of concealing his throbbing erection. “Shit, that felt so fucking good,” his hands traveled down to the bottom of your shorts, fidgeting with the cotton fabric. “Can I have another one, please?”

You pecked his nose. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

His head craned to the side to give you better access as you bit at the other side of his neck, suckling on the same place opposite the first hickey. Whimper after shallow whimper fled his lips, his calloused hands from years of volleyball sliding under your shorts to toy with the fat of your ass.

You gasped at the sensation, pulling away prematurely. “Somebody’s certainly handsy tonight.”

“S’not my fault,” Tobio looked away. “Just wanted to feel more of you, that’s all. Not my fault that you’re pretty.”

“You’re cute,” you pecked his lips, your glasses pushing up against the bridge of your nose. “Tobio, do you wanna continue being a good boy for me?”

“So fucking badly, please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just make me feel good.” Holy fuck, he was sure he had never been more embarrassed in his whole life. He would never say something like that. The power you held over him was unmatched.

You rolled yourself off his lap, propping yourself on the bed by your elbows. Teasingly, your hands reached under your shirt and pulled it off, your bra following after. The cold and arousing air of your dorm room grazed your tits, your nipples perking up at the temperature change. “Why don’t you take that shirt off too, hm? Don’t be shy now.”

Tobio didn’t need to be told twice. He practically ripped his shirt from his body. You didn’t even get a chance to admire his toned form before his lips were on yours again, his muscular body caging yours as his rough hands left trails of molten lava on your breasts.

“Fuck, Tobio,” you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his slender waist. “D’ya like what you see, pretty boy?”

He didn’t answer. His lips wrapped around your nipple, eagerly sucking at the sensitive mound while his other hand toyed with the supple flesh. You let out a content sigh as his mouth alternated between breasts, not leaving one abandoned for a moment.

“Fucking love these tits,” his voice rumbled against your cleavage, covering your scorching body with sloppy open-mouth kisses. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

Your hand danced between his messy hair. “Good boy. You’re being so good, Tobio.”

His hips rutted against yours, his clothed erection desperate for any kind of friction. “Wanna make you feel good,” he groaned as he tore his mouth away from your breast. “Please, teach me how to make you feel good.” he didn’t even care how desperate and pathetic he sounded. All he knew was that he needed you.

“Take my shorts and panties off,” you lifted your hips off the mattress. Tobio didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled your soft shorts off and tossed them on the ground beneath you, your panties soon dangling over your ankle. “That’s it. You’re such a good student, Tobio.”

Fuck, your body was to fucking die for. Your glistening heat was so incredibly tempting. He wondered what you would taste like…if you would permit him to taste you.

“Do you know what oral sex is?”

“Y-yeah, of course I know. I’m not an idiot.”

You nodded in satisfaction. “Now, do you want me to show you how to make a girl cum on your tongue?”

His nod was a bit too quick.

You chuckled. “Alright then,” your delicate hand spread over your pussy, circling your clit. “This is the clitoris. When you apply enough pressure to the clitoris, that’s when your partner will probably orgasm. Fingers sometimes do the trick,” you looked deep into his gunmetal eyes. “But the best thing to do is to suck on it with your mouth. Can you be a good boy and do that for me, Tobio?”

“Mhm, I-I can do that. I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.” he lifted your hips so they rested on his thighs for support. The hot breath from his tongue sent electric shocks throughout your body, complimented only by his whimpers as he flattered his tongue against your soaking heat.

“Fuck,” you sighed, tossing your head back against your plush pillows as Tobio slowly dragged his tongue up and down, occasionally stopping to suck on your clit. Your hands flew to his unkempt hair as he grew greedy, quicking his pace. The calloused tips of his fingers squeezed the supple skin of your thighs as his nose brushed against your most sensitive bud, lapping at your sobbing cunt like a man starved.

“T-Tobio, fuck!” you cried out, arching your back further into the mattress as his pace quickened like a man on a mission. His tongue and lips worked against your core in a fierce heat, not being able to think of anything else except pushing you over the edge, just like you asked him to. Your thighs clenched around his head as his thumb found your clit, swirling electric circles. “I’m so fucking close, don’t stop!” his name fell like a mantra from your lips as he continued his brutal pace, groaning as you tasted too incredibly sweet on his tongue.

He lifted his head from between your thighs, his mouth covered in your slick. “Am I doing a good job? Do you feel good?”

You shoved his head back down. “Yes, just keep going. I’m so fucking close, Tobio, please.”

The sound of you begging was all he needed to drive you over the edge. He buried himself in your heat, his thumb being replaced by his middle and ring finger as he drew rough circles against your clit, his tongue darting up and down like a madman. With one final cry of ecstasy, you came crashing down as your orgasm sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your molten figure. His tongue worked you through your orgasm, lapping up every last bit of your release.

You pulled him up by his hair, your face flushed with the deepest shade of pink he had ever seen. “Fuck…that was so fucking good. You’re such a good boy. Do you want your reward now?” Before he could answer, you flipped over so he was under you, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His sweatpants were discarded, and boxers hung on his ankle.

“What are you doing?” Tobio whined as your thumb teased his throbbing cock, gathering precum on it as you tasted him. “Fuck, it feels so fucking good.”

You hovered above his length, aligning it with your entrance. “Shh, just think about how good I’m about to make you feel, okay?” you lowered yourself down onto his cock, hissing as your greedy pussy swallowed his length.

“What about, oh fuck, what about condoms?” Tobio whimpered, his hands finding your hips as you sat on his pelvis, the walls of your cunt squeezing around his cock.

“Well, you’re a virgin, and I’m on the pill. It’s safe to assume that you’re clean.” you groaned as you lifted yourself, the head of his throbbing cock sitting snug in your walls before you slammed yourself back down.

“Holy shit,” Tobio rasped, squeezing his eyes shut as you began to slowly bounce on his cock. “Y-you’re so fucking tight, oh my fucking god.”

You leaned down to kiss him, whispering sweet nothings against his lips as you raised and lowered your hips, creating a steady pace that filled you up so nicely. “Yeah, you like me fucking you?”

His grip on your hips tightened as you set a relentless pace, your dorm room filling with the echoes of skin smacking against skin as his cock disappeared in and out of your cunt. “Shit, I’m not gonna last if y’keep that up. Fuck!” he shouted as his cock brushed against your cervix. The sight of your bruised breasts bouncing in his face only drove him further to the edge of euphoria, taking your nipple in his mouth as you continued to ride him.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you harder, Tobio? So fucking greedy.” you were met with a wanton cry as you slammed down even harder, his cock twitching inside of you. Your pace grew sloppy as he continued to suck on your breast, his calloused hands roaming up and down your backside, desperate for purchase.

“M’not greedy!” Tobio whined, practically sobbing into your harsh kiss as your walls clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Gonna fucking cum, fuck! Can I cum inside? Can I please cum inside your pussy?” his pride has long since been thrown out the window, his release the only thing in his head. Tobio didn’t even wait for you to respond before his climax crested, shooting white hot ropes of cum into your pussy, his hips bucking up into yours as he rode out his incredible high.

The warmth in your core enveloped you as your bouncing ceased, letting him recover from the aftershocks of euphoria. His mouth was agape, and his gorgeous blue eyes could barely be kept open.

“You’re so cute,” your hands cupped his cheeks, kissing his nose as you got off of his ruined cock. His body was scooped into your arms, fingers drawing random shapes and patterns on his chest as he recovered. “Did that feel good, pretty boy?”

Tobio could only grumble in response. “So good, so fucking good. Love that pussy,” he whispered, curling up deeper into your arms as you tended to him.

“Do you need anything? A glass of water, a snack?”

“I’m not five years old…” he sighed, peeking up from your arms. “Can we just cuddle or something? I don’t wanna leave just now.”

You raised a brow. “No one said you had to leave right away. Where that stereotype came from, I will never know.”

Tobio shrugged. “I dunno either. It’s stupid, anyway. You’re so warm.”

“Are you sure this isn’t the same guy who was being such a hard-ass a couple of days ago?” you chuckled, fluffing his hair.

“No! Shut up,” he frowned at you, pecking your cheek. “Let’s watch a movie so I don’t have to keep looking at your stupid, pretty face.”

“Hey, Tobio,” you whispered in his ear. “If you get a good grade on that quiz next week, I can show you what my mouth can do.”

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madelynraemunson · 1 year ago

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i need to know if we ever get jealous of eddie’s said short lived relationships. do we ever try to sabotage them? or are we the type to try and get along with them and thats when they’re like “oh no you two need to be together?”

(i know the answer in my heart but i want to hear what you think lol)

ex husband!eddie x reader

whaaat? sabotage eddie's relationships? 😵 that's diabolical. why on earth would we do that?

that one time we showed up to his house wearing a sundress after months of wearing sweats was TOTALLY unplanned! we had a date, after all.

and that one time we were dancing with eddie at the family bbq, rocking out to all our favorite songs like careless teenagers right in front of girlfriend #3 was all a ploy by our kiddos! right, kids? right? we do everything for the kids. they love seeing their parents happy and getting along. right, kids?

and are you really still on about the day of eli's talent show?? 🤦🏻‍♀️ we only asked girlfriend #9 to take a family photo of us because she was the only one that was around. that's all 😇 and she shouldn't be mad at us! eli LOVES taking pics with mommy and daddy. who is she to get in the way of a family, especially when kids are involved 🤨😤 (also, we didn't MAKE eddie place his hand where he did in the pictures. he literally did it by himself, on his own terms.)💋

...okay, bunnie you got me! we know damn well what we're doing 😅 but quite frankly, so does eddie.

you've got a date with david tonight. in fact, eddie knows was nice enough to house sit for you and help the kids with homework. an innocent, sweet little gesture. right?

you and david are watching a movie on his couch and things are getting steamy really fast. david is about to kiss you when...

RING! RING!

you pull away immediately. checking your phone to see who it is, you realize,

"it's my ex husband, that fucker. the house better be burning down." you go to answer it. "yes?"

“hey, sweetheart, this is eddie...the banished." he greets you. “i can't seem to find the measuring tape and was wondering if you knew where it was."

you're unsure as to why he would even need measuring tape. regardless, you reply,

"it's in with drawer of miscellaneous stuff. the one by the kitchen sink.”

"ahh, that's right. found it. thanks, babe."

but that's not the only useless call of the night. as your date with david continues, the calls keep coming through in seemingly calculated intervals. at the worst possible times. with the most irrelevant fucking questions.

“i can't find the baking soda." “where do you keep the batteries? the c batteries not the double As." "hey, just a heads up, you might wanna call somebody for this pipe." "what's the wifi password again?"

"EMUNSON1986!" you hiss. "the year you graduated high school."

"aww, really?" eddie coos. "that's endearing. thanks baby."

eventually after an hour, the calls stop. you and david were able to finish the movie, and get back to that steamy interaction before you were spammed mercilessly. david is now fiddling with your straps as you two are kissing, his available hand grazing your lower back, breath hitching when —

RING! RING!

"jesus h CHRIST!" you howl. "it's midnight for god's sake. this better be important. HELLO?”

"sorry," eddie mumbles on the other line. "remind me, i'm looking at your snake plant and was wondering how often these guys need watering? they look a little parched."

"once a day and i already did it," you say through gritted teeth.

"it's a new day, should they be watered again?"

"don't worry about it, eds."

"i always worry, sweetheart.”

david happens to hear this. giving you a side eye now, your date watches as you stay on the line with eddie for a couple of minutes. finally, you get eddie to agree to stop calling, which fills you with relief when you hang up the phone. your eyes then travel back to david, whom you begin to bat your flirty lashes at.

"now." you say. "where were we?"

"you should probably go home," david huffs. "looks like the fort still needs holding down."

you're seeing absolute red now. you are seething. that motherfucker.

your drive home is an angry, and sexually frustrated one. you can't believe eddie would sabotage your date like this, your only fun night out this week. he's in for it now.

"date ended early sweetheart?" eddie pouts at you the moment you walk into your house.

"bedroom," you order. "now."

tagging peeps who seemed interested in this lil universe! as always thank you for reading 💋

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zegrasdrysdale · 1 year ago

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im having a feeling that you don’t write much for this player (because he’s so underrated)

but im desperate for luca fantilli smut

like chain swinging, bruise inducing, dirty, “rough” sex.

maybe it’s ovulation- maybe it’s just me ?

idc i just need him to call me his, claim the fuck out of me 🤝

[ pent up ] l. fantilli

pairing : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

summary : after a rough loss, Luca needs to let out some steam

warning(s) : smut ! kinda rough sex, p in v protected sex, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, pet names during sex

author’s note : i also need him to claim the fuck out of me tbh. anon you were so real for that

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She sat in her dorm room on campus with her laptop open and homework in front of her as she watched the Michigan boys lose their third game in a row. The horn sounded and she watched all of them basically sulk off the ice. Captain Jacob Truscott sat on the bench for an extra minute as his teammates make their way into the locker room.

It's not like they didn't play a good game tonight. They played well defensively without taking too many penalties, but puck luck was not in their favor as they lost 3 to 1 to Penn State. Several shots rung off the post and she wishes every single time that posts weren't a thing.

(Y/N) pretty sure she almost broke her desk chair every time a puck hit the post. She's surprised that she actually didn't end up breaking her chair. She did break multiple pencils in frustration.

A text comes through about forty minutes after the game ends.

luca ♡ - 10:38 pm can i come to your dorm when i drop my stuff off ? wanna see you

She doesn't say no. She can never say no to Luca Fantilli. He has this thing about him that makes it impossible for her to say no to her boyfriend.

It’s nights like tonight where she’s glad she lives in an on-campus suite with her best friend from home. Luca can come and go as he pleases without disturbing her friend since it’s just the two of them in an apartment-like suite. If he’s not at the hockey house then he’s here with his girlfriend.

She sends her friend a text to let her know that Luca is coming over. Her friend sends her back a ‘🚫👶🏼’ in reply.

Less than a half hour later, there’s a knock on the door of the suite. (Y/N) goes and answers it since she knows it’s Luca. Plus, her room is closest to the door. She’s always answering it.

When she swings the door open, a worn out Luca stands on the other side. He’s in his game day suit and Michigan beanie. He looks exhausted, yet he looks like he needs to let out some frustration at the same time.

“Hi, my love,” she softly says. “I watched the game. You guys should’ve had that.”

Luca just nods and walks past her into her bedroom.

He is definitely not happy with how that game went. He should’ve had a hat trick at least with his half a dozen shots on goal. Either the Penn State goalie had him beat or the post did.

It wasn’t an easy night for any of them. Luca takes loses like this personally.

She shuts the door and follows him into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her and Luca throws his beanie at the wall in frustration.

“It’s games like this where I wish I didn’t play this sport,” he confesses. “Half the time it’s fucking puck luck and the other half of the time it’s skill. It truly pisses me off sometimes. It’s so frustrating.”

Immediately, she’s walking up to him and sitting him on her bed. He looks up at her as she says, “Hockey is just a stupid sport. You get frustrated because you love it. You hate to love it. I understand.”

Luca plays with the hem of her Michigan hockey hoodie. “It just sucks sometimes,” he sighs. “I feel like the worst teammate when I can’t score a goal or set someone up.”

“I know,” she replies as she runs her fingers through his hair. Luca in turn slides his arms up her hoodie and pulls her in close to him so his face his buried in her stomach “Is there anything I can do to help you get out some of that frustration you’re feeling?”

He mumbles an “I don’t know” into her hoodie. It’s a lie though. She knows what he wants. She always knows what he wants after a rough game.

She leans down and presses soft kisses to the top of his head. “Let me take care of you then you can do whatever you want,” she tells him.

Before she knows it, she’s sinking down to her knees in front of him. She lands so hard on the joint that she is afraid she might’ve bruised her knees even though the floors are carpeted.

Oh well. Pain always comes before pleasure anyway.

Luca watches as she unbuckles the belt he’s wearing. She tosses it to the floor with a smile on her face. When he finally realizes what she’s doing, he kicks off his shoes and lifts his butt off the mattress so (Y/N) can get his pants off. The suit pants and boxers come off at the same time because she’s become a pro at undressing her boyfriend.

With a smile and a kiss to his thigh right above his knee, (Y/N) takes Luca’s semi in her hand. He watches her with big eyes as she slowly begins to move her hand to pump him. Soft noises pass Luca’s pretty lips as she slowly pulls him closer to an orgasm.

This usually helps Luca relax. It also sometimes ends with her being unable to walk the next day but it’s a Friday night. There are no classes tomorrow. She doesn’t even have to get out of bed if she doesn’t want to.

She glances up at Luca, whose eyes are watching her every move. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she takes him in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the reddening tip of his dick for a second before she put as much of him as she can into her mouth. She sucks for a second before she blows him.

“Fuck,” Luca gasps as she begins to move her head up and down. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.” She smirks around him and takes him even further. Her hand makes up for what she can’t fit.

Luca’s fingers curl in her hair while she moves her head. One of her hands is on the base of his dick while the other snakes into her shorts so she can get pressure on her core.

Soft whines pass her lips as she uses her own fingers to work herself close to an orgasm. It’s only temporary. Her boyfriend’s fingers will replace hers shortly. She knows Luca can only last so long before he’s pinning her to the mattress.

He pulls her hair back into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. She hums at the feeling as Luca moves her at a pace he likes. He takes his time with her.

One of her fingers slides into her pussy and she whines. A part of her wishes that Luca would just get his hands on her already.

It’s like he can read her mind though because it’s not long after that when he finally speaks up.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me, baby,” Luca pants. “Need to be inside you though.”

(Y/N) pulls back and licks away a drop of saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “Whatever you want, Luca,” she tells him. “If you need to then use me to let out some of that pent up frustration.”

His bright eyes darken and he pulls her to her feet almost immediately after the last word leaves her lips. He pushes the hoodie off of her body to reveal that she has nothing on under the hoodie except for a pair of shorts and pulls her down onto the mattress. He hovers over her and she can’t help but smile up at him.

Luca leans down and captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She hums and bucks her hips up so she can get some pressure, whatever pressure she can find on her core. He pins her hips down to the mattress for a second before a hand finds its way into her Lululemon shorts and panties.

A groan passes her lips when his fingers run through her folds. “Luca,” she mumbles. “Not tonight. Just fuck me.”

He detaches his lips from hers after a second and finds her neck. He sucks and nips at the skin on her neck right under her ear. She sighs and kisses the swell of his ear. A bright mark will be visible right where he’s nipping at and she truly does not care.

Luca could cover her entire body with marks and she’d happily show them off. She’s never been shy to admit that she is Luca’s girlfriend. Especially when other girls try to talk to him after games or on campus when going to classes.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” Luca mumbles. “This just from sucking me off?”

She nods and hums. “All for you,” she sighs. “I am yours.”

He backs away from her neck and gets on his knees between her legs. She watches as he pulls off his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. Her eyes land on the gold chain around his neck with the number 63 resting between his collarbones. The chain that she got him last year for his birthday.

She knew he wore it, but she has never seen it on after a game. It’s rare for Luca to wear this specific chain during a game since it was a gift from her for his 21st birthday.

Since it’s on now, she knows it was the chain he wore for the game. It turns her on even more if it’s even possible.

Luca notices that she’s looking and smiles. “Wanted to sport my girl during the game tonight,” he tells her. “Just to have you close.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she pulls him down into a hot kiss. Lips are bitten, tongues are shoved into each other’s mouths. The cool 63 rests against her neck right under her chin. Despite her skin being hot, she shivers.

He peels off her shorts and panties, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Luca breaks the kiss to reach into her bedside table to grab a condom. She bites a mark into his chest while he rips open the tiny package with his teeth and slides its content onto himself.

“Ready for me?” he questions as he comes back to hover over her. He lines himself up with her but waits until she gives him an answer. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Fuck me before I do it myself,” is her response. Luca can’t help but laugh. She grows slightly annoyed at the fact that he isn’t blowing her back out and bucks her hips so he slides k to her.

The laughing stops and (Y/N) lets out a soft groan at the familiar stretch of Luca’s dick inside of her. She stares up at Luca and watches the 63 swings lightly in her face.

Luca pushes himself completely into her and lets her adjust to his size. He’s slightly above average, but he’s also kind of thick. It’s a lot to take sometimes and it’s why she can’t walk the next day if it’s too rough.

Right now, she’s hoping he channels all his frustration into fucking her because it’s been a little bit since they have been able to have a moment like this.

“Move, Luca,” she breathes out after a minute. “I’ve been ready for you to move for like ev- oh!”

He pulls nearly out of her before he slams into her. She lets out a loud groan and Luca covers her mouth. “Let’s not wake up your friend, yeah?” he says. “Last thing we need is for her to walk in here and see you begging me to fuck you.”

She nods and Luca uncovers her mouth. He very slowly but very deeply moves into her. Her mouth falls open and she lets her legs fall apart for him. The swinging chain moves the quicker he moves.

In a spur of the moment decision, (Y/N) leans up and softly bites the chain. Luca smiles and shakes his head before he picks up the pace.

The bed begins to creak beneath them but that doesn’t stop them. Luca’s mouth is on one of her breasts while his hand rests on the other one. She gasps when she feels him bite a mark into the skin.

“Mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “All yours to do whatever you want- fuck!”

Luca slams into her at the same time he reaches down between them to get his fingers on her clit. She cries out in pleasure before Luca pulls out of her. She whines at the loss of contact.

Then he turns her onto her belly and pulls her hips up to meet his. She sighs happily when he fills her up again. “Whatever I want,” he repeats into her ear. “On your knees, pretty girl. Wanna see how you look while I fuck you on your knees.”

With his help, (Y/N) rises to her knees with him still in her. He wraps an arm around her waist and lightly wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t put any pressure but fucks up into her. Her head falls onto his shoulder. Luca kisses her cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Letting me do what I want with you.”

She whines in agreement as his fingers find her clit. She sighs, “Luca. Please.”

“Please what, baby,” he asks against her ear.

A sudden knot forms in the pit of her stomach. Her legs begin to shake. “Wanna come,” she pants.

Luca kisses the swell of her ear and cups one of her breasts with his free hand. “Go ahead and come,” he tells her. “I’m not that far behind you.”

It’s not long after that when she’s clenching around his dick. She cries out his name as she comes. All she wants to do is fall onto her stomach but Luca is holding her up.

She sees stars as her vision goes white. She’s pretty sure she has never come this hard in her life, but that’s the affect Luca has on her. She also realizes that she doesn’t mind being fucked on her knees. That’s a conclusion she comes to while out of it.

When she comes down from her high, she’s sprawled out on her belly. Luca is wiping her leg down with a warm rag and is leaving soft kisses on her back. “Sorry if that was too much,” he mumbles. “I just needed to let out some frustration.”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I liked it. It wasn’t bad. Got some new marks to show off.”

Luca laughs and throws the cloth somewhere on the floor before he covers them up with the blankets on her bed. She cuddles up against her boyfriend and lays her cheek on his chest.

“You’re okay though?” she questions as she looks up at him. “I know you were upset about the loss so I just want to double check to make sure you’re okay.”

He nods and brushes her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells her. “Frustration and anger come with the sport. The last thing I want to do is take either out on you.”

“The only time you’re ever allowed to take frustration out on me is when you’re fucking me,” she warns him. “Lay a hand on me and your ass is on the curb.”

Luca smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

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cowboy132 · 3 months ago

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LESSONS IN TOUCH

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CONTENT CONTAINS: (Smut, SH scars mention, trans Reigen, coming out, fluff, ADHD Reigen, Anxious Serizawa)

PAIRING: Reigen Arataka x Serizawa Katsuya

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SYNOPSIS: Serizawa and Reigen are hopelessly in love with each other, anyone could see it. But when Serizawa asks Reigen to teach him those massages he does Reigen attempts to ask him on a date….embarrassment follows

orrrrr

Serizawa and Reigen are nervous wrecks on their first date(?) and then a day later have insane sexual tension during a massage lesson

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CHAPTER ONE

It was a slow day at Spirits and Such; they had only had one or two clients, and it was almost closing. It was also emptier than usual with Mob gone, out with his friends. Thinking of the kid that was once ¼ of his height growing up made Reigen tear up (and feel old) if he thought too long on the topic. All that could be heard in the somewhat empty office was the clacking of keys as Reigen pretended to be working (he was playing Papas Freezeria (and being absolutely baller at it)) and the shuffling of paper as Serizawa was working on homework from night school at the much too small desk. He really had to get a new desk for him, Reigen thought.

“...Hey, uhm, Master Reigen?” Serizawa muttered, breaking the silence.

“What's up?” Reigen replied, glancing up from his computer.

“I was thinking…” Serizawa gulped, his anxiety getting the better of him. “Could you teach me, um... how you do those massages?” He finally managed to say, “I just thought it could help me help you with clients if I learned them; it's completely fine if you don’t want to—”

“Relax, of course, I will.” Reigen interrupts, knowing how much longer he could go on, (not that he minded) “Besides, I’m getting a bit rusty, so some practice wouldn't be too bad.” He replies nonchalantly, “We can do it tomorrow after we close, though, 'cause I was gonna, uhm, ask if you wanted to come with me to get dinner tonight?... If you’re up for it. All on me!” Reigen rarely got nervous, or at least let it show, but he seemed to tremble slightly as the words left his mouth.

“Oh, um…” Serizawa's thoughts swirled together in a storm of emotion. Did he mean like a date? definitely not. Oh god, what if people stare at me in public? Is he just being nice? What if I forget to remind him about the massage by tomorrow? Will I finish my homework in time? All of these thoughts made him worry, (and his pens start to hover) but when he looked up at Reigen, it all dissolved into a mere buzz in the back of his mind, and he simply decided on a quick, “Yes, of course.”

“Alright, great!” You could almost see a weight lift off of his shoulders from the response, “We have about an hour left, then we can close up and figure out the details. Sound good?”

“Perfect.”

. . .

Before closing, they had one last client come in. Her name was Chiyo, but nothing too crazy, just a weak spirit causing havoc and inconvenience. She reported missing clothes, extra dishes in the sink, texts she didn't send, etcetera etcetera. Nothing Serizawa couldn't fix.

“Alright, finally time to pack up!” Reigen said exasperatedly, stretching back in his chair. Catching the attention of Serizawa, who was focused in on finishing up his work.

“Wow, that time already, huh?” He replied, looking up. Then quickly grabbing his work and putting it in his bag.

“Yep, oh yeah, what sounds good? I was thinking ramen, but I wanted to know what you wanted.” Reigen began, getting up from his chair and tidying things up.

Serizawa watched as he moved, admiring him. “Yeah, sure, anything’s fine with me.”

“Alright, great, 'cause I REALLY wanted ramen. Hey, did you know that...” Reigen then went on to talk for about 5 minutes about 17 different topics. Serizawa just admired him as he finished closing up the office, rambling about nonsense, lost in thought, imagining how it would be if he could just kiss him to shut him up, but not because he WANTS him to shut up… Just, to kiss him.

“You ready?” Reigen finally finishes his rant as well as closing before heading over to the door, while Serizawa’s lost in thought, “Helloooo?” He waves his hand over his face, getting a little too close and blushing before backing up. “Were you even listening?” He teases.

“Oh yeah, so sorry I'm coming!” He blurts out before fumbling to grab his bag and walking to the door with the shorter man. “, and yes I was listening. I was actually wondering if you knew any more about that one show you were watching, it sounds interesting.” Serizawa said sincerely, while the fumbling of keys stopped on the Reigen's part.

He stood frozen with a subtle but surprised look on his face, maybe even confused. But of course, Serizawa noticed.

“Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah…yeah everything’s good.” the now slightly flustered man replies before continuing to lock the door behind him

He was actually listening?

. . .

The two men could be seen walking side by side down the street having small conversations, something to fill the silence.

“It should be around the corner if I'm remembering right, and I AM always right so,” Reigen commented as they made their way to the end of the sidewalk. All Serizawa could be seen doing was admiring him like a lovesick puppy, so, nothing out of the usual. (especially with Reigen being oblivious)

As if on cue they turned the corner and the warm glow of the neon sign shone down on their faces.

“Hah! I knew it!” Reigen exclaimed proudly, turning to see Serizawa smiling at him

“I suppose you did, didn't you?” The taller man replied with a warm expression painting his face, and his head slightly turned.

Reigens face could be seen flush red and in a hurry turning away and down, in response Serizawas head had turned the other way in confusion.

“Alright, we’re here let's go in!” He rambled quickly, waving his hands, walking ahead of the scruffier man for him not to see his face a bright red.

Making their way into the establishment they found seats at one of the tables, it wasn't too busy due to the time of week. The first thing to be noticed was the different smells of delicious foods and the heat from the steam that made Reigen tug at his collar. There was warm lighting, almost orange, and a faint buzz of electricity in the walls. A soft instrumental could be heard playing in the background, and faint chatter of customers. The place wasn't bad at all, but it wasn’t a five-star restaurant. It was cozy. They took turns ordering and all that was left was to wait.

That's when the silence got to them, even with the ambiance. It felt like it was just them in the restaurant.

“So uhm…do you have any plans coming up?” Serizawa tried to conversate with a gulp, anxiety eating him alive, faintly trembling. He wants his umbrella.

“No. uhm I haven't had much to do lately, just work and even then not much, pretty boring honestly.” Reigen replied blankly. Usually, he could talk uncontrollably but he just can’t seem to muster up anything. The silence grew with the tension before he put his face in his hands, nervously chuckling.

“God I'm so sorry…I haven’t been on a date in years I'm not too good at this.”

Serizawa froze. wait, what?

Suddenly his mind was going a thousand miles an hour, WAIT IT REALLY WAS A DATE? Oh god, how do I look? I should’ve prepared. I didn’t think it would be true. Why does he want to go on a date with ME? Serizawa could be seen silently panicking, while the menus and utensils on the table started to float. The silence both intrigued and worried Reigen. Looking up through his hands he saw the state the taller man was in. Oh shit. what did I do?

“Serizawa?” He said nervously

“T-This was a date?” The other questioned trembling, slightly red in the face.

Now it was Reigens turn to panic

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Did I not specify? He thought back on the previous encounter

“We can do it tomorrow after we close, though, 'cause I was gonna, uhm, ask if you wanted to come with me to get dinner tonight?... If you’re up for it. All on me!”

FUCK, I didn’t. Oh god, have I just embarrassed myself?

“Wait no no don’t panic I don't mind!” Serizawa explained, waving his hands around much like Reigen while explaining things. The other man sighed, wiping sweat from his brow relieved. The heart thumping in his chest coming to a slower beat.

“Oh thank god, well uhm. Can this be a date?” He questioned, looking up at the older man.

“Yes!” He blurted in a hurry before looking down in embarrassment, “..sorry. Yes, please”

Reigen couldn't help but giggle at the encounter which caused the other to look back up at him in awe, he hadn’t seen him laugh like that before.

“You’re so cute.”

The two froze.

“I-...Sorry, it slipped out! I-I mean I believe it but I didn't mean for it to make you uncomfortable or anything. It's okay if you don't want me to say those things. I just saw you laugh and I don't get to see that too often so my mouth just moved before I could do anything!” He defended himself quickly and defensively, praying he didn't mind.

“Calm down I promise it's okay…I liked it. You're pretty cute yourself” Reigen replied softly with a small smile. Which resulted in the relaxation of Serizawas tensed shoulders and furrowed brow.

Not too long after, their food arrived and they dug in. Well, mostly Reigen, he got a regular bowl of ramen, and luckily the place they were at sold Gyudon for Serizawa.

The meal was accompanied by small conversations, mostly getting to know the other better. Serizawa learned about Reigen's distant family situation and the loneliness he's experienced while Reigen learned about Serizawa’s anxiety and things he often uses to calm himself. Nearing the end of their meal Reigen decided to bite the bullet and ask what he’s been wondering,

“So uhm…you like me right?”

Serizawa let out a low giggle, which made Reigen feel all fuzzy inside

“Of course I do, why would I be on a date with you if I didn't? Wait do you not like me?” His face dropped and he began to worry but was quickly stopped.

“No no! I really like you…” he flushed “I just…wanted to make sure….Yknow, Hear it out loud.”

“That makes sense,” He thought for a moment “Well...I like you, Reigen”

Hearing the dark-haired man say that made him turn red, resisting the urge to hide in his hands.

“Call me Arataka.” He corrected him sincerely

“Well in that case call me Katsuya”

They smile at each other for a moment, before Reigen breaks the silence

“Well…I like you too, Katsuya”

It was time for the other to be flustered, hearing his name like that felt so sincere. So close.

They were soon interrupted by the waitress asking about the bill, Serizawa began to reach for it before Reigen swatted his hand away.

“Ah ah ah, I'm paying remember” Which resulted in a pout from the other, which Reigen couldn't deny was cute.

. . .

Walking out of the restaurant they continued to conversate, their hands brushing every so often feeling sparks fly when their knuckles grazed as if flint and steel, before Reigen decided to commit and hold his hand. They both looked away from each other nervously from the new contact, warmth circulating between their palms, Katsuyas hand is a bit clammy Reigen thought, but he didn't mind. All the while the only thing Running through the other's mind consisted of strung together OH MY GOD’s and HE’S HOLDING MY HAND’s

“Your hands are surprisingly soft,” Reigen commented, looking up at Serizawa before lifting up his hand as if to inspect it. “Y’know, I thought they’d be more calloused, I'm not sure why…maybe because you look so intimidating at first. But, you're still just a big softie…as always.” He explained, not even noticing that they had stopped walking by now while caressing his palm, knuckles, and fingertips, anything he could trace. Looking back up to Serizawa who is now impossibly red holding his other hand up near his mouth almost as if to cover his face but still making eye contact with the shorter man.

“U-uhm, thank you Arataka” He mumbled shyly, making Reigen smile at him maybe even flashing a smirk, proud at how much of an effect he had on the other.

Coming back to reality, the chill in the air nipping at their noses. They both quickly realize they're each going opposite ways to get home. “I'm going the other way,” Reigen mentioned, looking at the older mans face, lingering on his lips.

“Y-yeah me too,” Serizawa mumbled slowly “Hah, I guess you already knew that didn’t you” he said nervously with a slight chuckle, wringing his fingers while averting his eyes every once in a while

Each of them looked at the other longingly. In the chilled weather you could almost see how hard they were breathing, inches away from each other.

“...Katsuya?”

“Yeah?...”

They were practically breathing into each other's mouths, inching closer and closer.

“Can I kiss you—”

Reigen was quickly interrupted by an eager kiss. Fast and rushed, yet gentle and slow. They each take in each other's lips. All Reigen could think of was how long he’d been waiting and how soft the other's lips were, while Serizawa couldn't form any thoughts, but he knew he was happy.

When they broke the kiss, it was slow and gentle. At some point during the kiss, Serizawas hand had made its way onto Reigens cheek and was now promptly lowering, but slowly. They didn’t want to lose this moment.

Once they were back in their previous position a smirk could be seen growing on the blonde's face, followed by a giggle.

“You sure wanted that kiss didn’t you?” He teased

Serizawa blushed before sputtering a response “Uh-...Well….yeah I was” He then smiled down at him.

Basking in the moment for a little while longer. Just looking at each other. It was all they needed, they were content.

“This was, really..Really nice, Arataka.”

“I could say the same.”

God, he’s so effortlessly perfect. Was what Serizawa concluded he was thinking when he finally pieced together his thoughts.

“I don’t want this to end but…it’s getting late and I'm about to fall asleep standing up” The taller man admitted in defeat

“Yeah of course no worries…I'll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

Even if it felt saddening they slowly made their way to each of their apartments, each step that separated them grueling. But both were excited for the days ahead.

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CHAPTER TWO

Once Serizawa got home, he shut the door behind him and silently started to fangirl. He just went on a date with Reigen. The man he’s been interested in practically since they met, and he likes him back?! It was a dream come true.

He left his keys on the table next to his door. His apartment was simple, small, and homey. He found comfort in the compactness; it reminded him of his old room; it made him feel safe. When you walk in, there's a small hallway before you can see a small kitchen to your left along with a black couch in front of a TV and a sliding door with a balcony a little past the couch. If you looked to your right, there was a bathroom and then his bedroom.

After kicking off his shoes, he started toward his bedroom; it wasn’t much different from the rest of his house. A dark wooden bedframe with a large comforter and quilt. A nightstand, a small closet, and a desk with a PC. As well as a few posters spread sporadically along his beige walls.

With a sigh he sat on his bed and began taking off his suit jacket and tie, thinking back on the night he had.

Reig-Arataka looked dashing tonight. His lips touching mine felt like a dream come true…God, his lips. They were as soft as I imagined. I’ve been waiting for that for so long. He shifts where hes sat I wonder how his lips would feel on my neck… Serizawa’s face quickly began to flush, thinking about the other man in further detail.

If his lips grazed my collarbone, he reached his hand up to graze the area mentioned while he closed his eyes and imagined, or if his hands grazed my sides. By the time he reached his hand down his pants, he was already half hard, which was a little embarrassing. It's not like he hasn’t rubbed one to Arataka before, but now that it’s real, he's exhaling when his hand makes contact, imagining it was Reigen’s. Realizing he was going too quick, he decided to just unzip his pants for now, Oh God, now I'm imagining him doing that with his teeth and shimmying off his pants before getting comfortable on his bed. Laying his back on the headboard, he began to palm his half-hard dick through his boxers. Letting out a soft groan with the touch.

He remembered how Reigen took his hand and traced it with his own fingers and how the touch felt electric. Now rubbing a little quicker, he can feel himself getting harder under his hand. Thinking back, he remembered the way the shorter man trembled when he was nervous— how cute. Now the dark spot on his boxers began to grow.

Growing impatient, he reached under his waistband and grabbed his now hard cock. Shivering when the cool air made contact. Closing his eyes he spit in his hand and began to stroke himself, his mind not once vacant of the younger man.

“F-fuck~” He let out a small whimper as he got more and more aroused. Thinking of everything Reigen could be doing.

I wonder what his lips would feel like around my cock, or maybe biting into my shoulder while I fuck him. Thinking about his desires made him embarrassed, but it was all he could think about. The pace at which he was going started to speed up, while the heat in his body began to rise, and he started to trail his unoccupied hand up his shirt. Reaching for his nipples, I wonder what it would feel like if his lips were on my nipples He began rubbing one of them at the pace of his cock.

He could feel his stomach start to tense, and he knew he was almost there; by now, there was no way for him to keep quiet; biting his lip was no help, and all his moans and whimpers were coming out.

“Nn ghh ~ fuck . A-a—‘T-taka” was what he found himself moaning when all the muscles in his abdomen tensed up and he saw stars as cum shot onto his stomach. He sat for a moment, coming down from the high. Dreaming about Reigen, he then realized this was now probably the 100th time he’d shot a load thinking about fucking his boss.

Well…at least I know it's mutual

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CHAPTER THREE

The day following their date was pretty average. Mob was at work today, and they had quite a few clients. Serizawa and Mob started to bond a little more in their own ways.

“Hey, Serizawa?” Mobs monotone voice could be heard across the room, clearly thinking about something, also looking a bit…tired?

“...Yeah?”

Mob, writhing in pain, asks, “How do you relax your muscles after working out? You work out, right?”

Ah, the Body Improvement Club He concluded in his head, “Yes, I do actually. I typically massage my muscles and use things like foam rollers or heating pads, but that's just my preference; everyone's bodies are different.”

Oh shit, the massage. I'll have to remind Arataka once Mob has left for the day

“I see, thank you, Serizawa.”

“No worries, Mob.”

Reigen was secretly listening in on the encounter between the two, noting that Serizawa works out. It’s not like it wasn’t plausible; he did stay in his room most of his life…and worked for a terrorist. He laid his head back onto his chair and began to get lost in thought. I wonder what he’d look like under his suit. WAIT NO…wellll— His thoughts were then cut off by Mob's voice once again.

“Master Reigen?”

He jumped slightly, not unnoticed by Serizawa, before answering, “Yeah?”

“D-do you mind if I go home early today?”

Reigen decided to finally look up from his computer, or rather finally at Mob instead of Katsuya. Mob was trembling, and his limbs looked like they felt like jello.

“Jeez Mob, was it that bad at your club thing?” He said once he finally got a good look at the kid

“It was just a little more than what I usually do, so now everything hurts...”

“I suppose you can go home early; just clean up around your area, and you're free to leave whenever.” He said, leaning back in his chair with an eye roll while talking with his hands as per usual.

Shortly thereafter Mob had finished cleaning up his things and began to head out

“Goodbye, Master Regien and Serizawa. I appreciate you letting me go home early,” he said with a bow.

“No problem, kid.” Reigen responded from his chair

“Don’t forget about those tips I told you; they could really help.” Serizawa looked up, genuinely worried, from his schoolwork, putting the final strokes on the paper

“Alright, thank you.”

And with that Mob was off, leaving the two in silence.

“So you know about massaging to an extent?” Reigen broke the silence, sitting up from his position in the chair with the question, leaning his left elbow on his desk and tucking his hand under his chin.

Serizawa made a confused face, now facing him in the small chair.

“You were mentioning to Mob you sometimes massaged your muscles when they were sore, so you must know SOME basics, right?” he said, waving his right hand around a bit.

“Oh yeah! I know a little, but only in some areas so im not sure how useful my information would be…” Serizawa replied sheepishly.

“Well, any knowledge should help somewhat, so don’t downplay yourself! Speaking of the massage, we could go ahead and do it now? There aren’t any clients for…”He looks down at his empty wrist before looking up at the clock because he forgot he doesn't wear a watch. “...A couple of hours, and there's only one of them anyway. Also, we aren’t taking walk-ins today,” Reigen offered, explaining while beginning to spin slowly in his chair. Looking up at the ceiling to avoid Serizawa's eyes that he knew were on him.

Staring holes into Reigen (not so secretly admiring him), he replied, “O-oh sure! I just finished my homework anyway,” getting up to situate his stuff.

“Alright, you can head over to that room,” Reigen says, gesturing to the designated massage room, “I’m going to grab some oils and books to help us.”

Nodding as he spoke, Serizawa walked over to the room, feeling a rush of calm over him as he entered; it smelled like lavender…? No, no eucalyptus, and he could feel the humidifier in the room working. The plants added some extra life to the room as well, real or not. Then dead center was the star of the show, the massage table.

Sliding his jacket off, he set it on the coat rack found in the corner of the room before going to sit on top of the table, seeing as there were no other chairs. He kicked his feet while waiting on the younger man.

Finally, Reigen arrived, startling Serizawa. “I’m finally back! Sorry for the wait; I couldn’t find the ONE book I was looking for.”

Serizawa immediately noticed the fact that he had come back with his suit jacket gone along with his tie and his sleeves rolled up, revealing the bit of muscle he had. God, was it going to be hard for him to focus.

Huffing in relief as he sets the books and oils next to Serizawa, he says, “Ok, now we can start. I’ve been thinking and decided to just ask you, would you prefer me to demonstrate or do you want to read the book? Or I suppose I could…hmm…” Reigen's gaze drifted as he began to get lost in thought, leaning against the table.

“The demonstration option sounds good; I’m not the best with reading.” He answers with a hand on the back of his head.

“Sounds good!” He turns around, looking at Serizawa, finally taking in the sight of him; without his suit jacket, you could really see just how muscular he was, and… could he see through the shirt? God, was it gonna be hard for him to focus.

Facing away quickly, busying himself with nothing, he explains, “First I’m going to massage you and go to each part of the body, vaguely, and explain how things work along with some tips. It’s your job to memorize them, then try and do the same to me once I finish teaching you.” Looking back up at him, he gives him a look, as if asking if it makes sense.

Serizawa understands immediately, “That sounds easy enough; l-let’s do it!” He can’t help but start to get nervous at the fact that the other one’s hands are gonna be all over him, let alone HIS hands all over the other in just a moment. It was exhilarating; he began to get lost in thought thinking of the night before;

Surely Arataka knows what he's doing to me.

“Alright, strip,” Reigen said bluntly.

Okay, maybe not...

Serizawa couldn’t tell if it was the neurodivergent in him or if he was trying to flirt, but either way, he began to blush. Once Reigen realized what he said, then he panicked.

Quickly flailing his arms around, he defends himself “Oh shit, wait, sorry, I didn’t mean to, uhm…—I mean for the massage, obviously—well, I mean if—no—I can just turn around; there’s towels in the drawer over there if you want to strip fully—not that you have to, of course!”

Giggling at the younger one's attempt to save himself, he just replied, “Don’t worry; I don’t mind.” making Reigen blush and zone out at the sound of his voice.

Hopping down and turning around to face the table, he began to unbuckle his belt, not knowing the effect that had on the man standing behind him. Unzipping his pants, he began to get a bit shy, but after he dropped his pants and folded them, he grabbed at the collar of his tie, loosening it, and then started to unbutton his shirt before realizing the top button is so tight he can’t get it undone; maybe he was just nervous. It took a second, but he gained the courage to turn around and ask for assistance.

“Hey, uhm, Reigen—“ Serizawa began turning around to see an extremely flushed Reigen; he couldn’t help but smirk on the inside, “…C-can you help me with this top button? It’s stuck.” He said shyly.

Without saying a word, he quickly came up to him, accidentally glancing down at the older man's boxers, noting the size of the bulge and saving it in the back of his mind for later, and took his hands up to the top button, fumbling with it nervously before finally undoing it. He instinctively moved down to the next button without realizing it, and before he knew it, he was revealing Serizawa's chest, not ignoring the fact that he could probably wear a bra with his damn chest size and that he had a hefty amount of chest hair.

Serizawa didn’t mention it when he had continued, enjoying seeing the other man undress him and graze his skin softly; he stopped himself from thinking before he got hard, knowing he wouldn’t have been able to bear the embarrassment if he had let himself indulge.

When his shirt was unbuttoned, he rolled his shoulders back and slid it off before revealing pale and dark lines and even some purple marks one could only assume were scars all up and down his arms. Now that Reigen thought back, he’d never seen the other without long sleeves; maybe he was embarrassed. Once he looked back up, he noticed Serizawa looking away shamefully.

“It was a bad habit I picked up a long time ago. I’m okay now; don’t worry.” He spoke up, facing away from Reigen, folding his shirt next to the rest of his clothes.

Turning back around, Serizawa broke the tension. “Uhm, should I lie down now?”

Reigen came back to reality, clearly thinking, again, “...Oh, yes, hold on. Go ahead and lie on your stomach.” He ordered before rushing to move the books and oils and clothes to a short wheeled shelf before rolling it back over to where he was previously.

Listening, he lay on his stomach and waited in anticipation as he heard footsteps approach behind him, or rather, beside him.

“Ok, first things first, I’ll start from your neck and work my way down.”

Hearing a soft rub of hands, Serizawa could assume he was rubbing oil on his palms; then he began getting nervous, thinking to himself.

Arataka’s hands are about to be all. over me. Not just the soft touches like last night; he’s going to be rubbing his hands on me. Oh god, I'm not gonna make it. Just think of something else, focus on the task at hand. Oh my god, then I get to touch him, I wonder where he’s most sensiti—

Still rubbing the oil on his hands, he started to explain, “Ok, so when doing a massage, you typically—” He quickly noticed the other man was zoned out.

“Hey, are you even listening, big guy?” The nickname slipped out but didnt go unnoticed by Serizawa

Jumping a little bit, he realizes the effect the name had on him; his whole face was hot and, probably red. “I—what did you say?”

“Big guy? Hah, I guess it slipped out. Whoops!” Reigen said playfully before looking down at the back of the mans head, seeing that his ears were red and seizing the opportunity.

“Awee, did you like it?~” He leaned down to the older man's ear to tease him a bit.

“I—oh hush,” Serizawa said defeatedly, appreciating that he didn't need to hide his face, with the help of the massage table.

“Alright, alright,” Reigen giggled before continuing, “Okay, I'm gonna pour a bit of oil on your back; it shouldn’t be cold.”

The bottle unclicks, and he tips it over; once the liquid hits Serizawa's back, he whimpers and shudders in surprise, causing both of them to freeze.

“You said it wouldn’t be cold!” Serizawa raises his voice a bit to try to explain himself; the blush had spread to his shoulders now.

“Ok, well to be fair I said SHOULDN’T!” Reigen defends himself through a blushed expression, noticing a warmth grow in his stomach, playing the sound over and over in his head.

“Oh, whatever,” The other says with sass

“...Anyway, as I was saying earlier, massages typically start out with something called effleurage; its basically just using your hands and doing circular motions with your palms to warm up someone’s muscles for a massage. Like this.”

He lowers his hands, which makes Serizawa shudder a bit at the contact with his bare skin. His hands glide across his back in circular motions, and he realizes why Reigen gets so many clients for this; he’s amazing. It felt like he was melting, and it was just the start.

“I typically don’t use too much pressure with this part because it IS just a warm-up, but still use some pressure, obviously.”

His hands begin creeping back up to his neck, where he promised he’d work on. Briefly thinking of what it would be like to kiss before shaking his head

“Ok, now I'm gonna start on your neck. You can sit up for this.” Serizawa nervously gets up, scared he secretly got hard or something; thank god he was wrong. Now facing the same wall as Reigen, he feels the other's hands set on his shoulders.

“This isn't gonna be a full-on real massage; I'm just gonna briefly explain some things. For starters, with a neck massage, you want to start here.” He says, caressing an area on Serizawa's neck, making him shudder. “You’ll want to start out gently and then start to rub harder; now you can look down a bit for me.” Serizawa complies.

“Ok, I'm gonna put my hand on your forehead so you can fully relax.” This makes Serizawa shift his body to the side, no longer letting his legs hang off the table, now in crisscross. The new angle makes it so Reigen can finally get a good look at him; he can tell he’s nervous.

“With my other hand, i’ll start here at the base of your head and use these fingers to massage right here,”

Serizawa begins to melt into his touch, almost letting out a noise of relief or two before speaking up, “W-wow, your so good at that, ‘Taka.”

Reigen's hands stutter at the praise and the nickname all in one sentence; his stomach was doing flips, then Serizawa turned his head, practically giving puppy dog eyes. Making it so Reigen’s hand was cupping his face. They both stared at each other with daring eyes, basically eye-fucking each other.

“C-can I kiss you again?” Serizawa mumbled out, which caused Reigen to snap.

He quickly clashed their lips together; this time was different, not filled with curiosity but as if they’d done it a thousand times, rough and desperate. Serizawa's hands were on each side of Reigen's face while the kiss deepened, and he could've sworn he’d heard the shorter one whimper a bit, but that suspicion was distracted when they both pulled away slowly, a small string of saliva between them, Serizawa now facing him.

“Wanna be my boyfriend?” Reigen said hurriedly in a daze, yet with a nonchalant expression.

Caught off guard coming back to reality after the kiss, Serizawa's eyes widened.

HE WANTS TO DATE ME?? ME??? THIS CANT BE HAPPENING

“I— Yes, please!” He blurts in a hurry, not wanting to miss the chance. Beginning to second-guess himself, he continues under his breath, “B-but are you sure? Im not exactly easy to deal with…”

Silence followed the question, making him nervous, so he looked up in confusion only to meet the eyes of a very annoyed Reigen with his arms crossed.

“Obviously, I'm sure. Don’t even begin to think you’d be to much for ME of all people.” He says in a sassy stance, Serizawa realizes how stupid he was and starts to giggle, but not under his breath this time. He was, dare Reigen say, laughing? Which made him blush profusely.

“Ugh, you’re so cute.” Reigen mumbled, catching Serizawa off guard.

“I—I am?” He replies in confusion, pointing to himself.

“Yeah, you dummy,” Reigen assures him softly before pressing a kiss to Serizawa's forehead.

“Alright, let’s finally finish this massage.” He says with a sigh

Serizawa quickly moves back to the previous position, shifting his body right a bit. “O-oh, right!”

Putting his hands back in place, he continued what he was doing, gently yet firmly massaging the base of his skull.

“Once I'm done, I usually give a big squeeze to your whole neck. Now I’ll move to your shoulders…” Reigen spent around 30 minutes finishing explaining each part and how to massage them, giving tips and secrets. The whole time, Serizawa was fighting a boner (especially during his thighs, which Reigen held back teasing him for), but he managed to fight through like a champ.

“Alright, that should cover it!” Reigen said excitedly while wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

Serizawa slowly sat up, feeling refreshed but also slightly horny. He just hoped the fact that his dick was half hard wasn't noticeable or got any harder.

“Ok, should I?...” He started reaching for his clothes

“Oh yeah, sure, but I also have robes if you don't want to go through the hassle of those buttons again.” Reigen said with a giggle while gesturing to the same cupboard that the towels are supposedly in. Opting for the easier solution, he started toward the robes and grabbed one. Wrapping the thin white robe around him and tying it, he turned around to walk back over to the table before realizing Reigen was already in his boxers, blushing and panicking, he practically slapped his hands over his eyes.

“Shit! Sorry, I—I didn’t know you were changing!” He felt hands on his wrists as his vision became clear. Reigen was looking up at him.

“Katsuya, it’s alright. I mean, you are my boyyyyfrieennddd,” he said, clearly happy about getting to use that word now.

Gulping, Serizawa replied, “Y—yeah, I guess so haha...”

Finally looking at him fully and admiring him, he noticed there were 2 decently sized scars under his pecs; he cocked his head in confusion.

Reigen took a deep breath for support before he began to speak, “Oh...uhm, those are from...top surgery.”

(Reigen was praying he didn’t lose his boyfriend in less than an hour.)

Serizawa thought for a moment before realizing and making an ‘o’ shape with his mouth.

“...So, is that...ok? or…If not, it’s totally fine, but just tell me—” Reigen said, fidgeting with his hands, a nervous wreck.

Quickly cutting him off, Serizawa said, “No, no! That's completely fine; I was just confused for a second, that's all. This doesn't change anything. I still really like you.” He smiled warmly down at Reigen before pressing a kiss to his cheek, almost on his jaw.

“O-oh, okay.” Reigen said with a slight chuckle in a daze, both relieved and blushing. “U-uhm anyway, let’s start. I'm grading you on this, so you better get an A+,” he said while giggling evilly.

He started to lie stomach down on the massage table, while Serizawa grabbed an oil and slicked his hands with it. Turning around to Reigen's back, he said, “This is gonna be cold, liar,” mumbling the last part under his breath, still salty.

“Hey, I told you it was— Hmf!—” He was quickly cut off by the cold liquid on his back, accidentally letting out a choked noise.

Understanding, Reigen replied, “...Ok, fair enough, I get it now.” Which got a low giggle from the other man

Beginning the massage, he started out with what Reigen taught him, whatever it was called. He couldn't keep his hands off of him, touching every inch, eager to finally have the opportunity. He made it through the neck and shoulders easily, doing it perfectly Reigen gives tips every so often but makes sure to tell him he’s doing good, knowing how nervous he can be. Making his way to Reigens back, he had one or two mess-ups due to how many components there are to it, since its a wider space. At one point, Reigen had to reach backward to help him guide his hand,

“AGH, HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT!” Serizawa said alarmed while Reigen had contorted his arm backward in an almost inhumane way

“Huh, what do you mean?” He replied, confused

“Your arm is like—backwards?!” Serizawa tried to explain to him

Reigen finally realized the oddness of it. “Oh… I think its because im like double-jointed or whatever it’s called.

After that debacle, Serizawa finally finished up on his back and made it to his thighs. His hands stuttered as they began to rub the area, thumbs grazing dangerously close to Reigen's crotch. While he was doing that, Reigen was fighting back moans, thanking God that he was wearing black boxers because if not, you would definitely be able to see the dark spot from how wet he’d been getting this whole time. Then he fucked up. He accidentally let out a whimper and tensed up, hoping Serizawa didn’t notice.

HOLY FUCK, DID HE JUST MOAN???!!?! OH MY GOD, THAT WAS SO HOT.

Serizawa's hands stuttered but continued hoping to save him from embarrassment, but subtly grazing the same spot just to tease him.

He finished up Reigen's thighs, then went to his calves, and then finally his feet, which Serizawa found amusing considering Reigen was giggling through the whole thing, but finally it was time for the front side.

“Alright, time for the front. How did I do for the first half?” Serizawa met Reigen’s eyes once he sat up, eager for feedback.

“You actually did really good, especially for your first massage. Good job.” He said, still blushing a bit from arousal

Serizawa ignored the way the praise made his stomach flip and continued, “Ok, time for the front; lay down for me.”

The way the older man was ordering him around did NOT help the wetness growing in his boxers, but he quickly complied. Now lying on his back, waiting for Serizawa to grab the oil, though he looked distracted.

Looking down at Reigen made him get half hard; cursing at himself, he tried to think of something else, but he just couldn't. Everything up till now has just been building up.

God, I can’t wait for the day I get to fuck him.

Shaking the thought from his head in embarrassment, he snapped himself out of it and grabbed the oil quickly before pouring some over Reigen, getting a whine from him. He reached his hands up to Reigen's chest, massaging near his collarbones just as he was taught. Trying his best not to look Reigen in the eyes, he was already almost hard, and looking at Reigen under him would NOT help. Finishing up there, he moves his hands to his abdomen but accidentally grazes one of his nipples, which definitely…startles…Reigen.

“Mmn—!”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Serizawa did feel bad for the mistake, but the noise went straight to his dick. Making him pretty much hard by now, thinking about the fact that he’s wearing a robe, luckily with boxers.

Reigen was completely red now with hands over his face, “No, no, I’m sorry. Also, its ok; I don't mind—wait, wait I mean, like! Oh god, you know what I mean.” He said with an embarrassed laugh that Serizawa joined in on.

Serizawa finally finished his abdomen with few problems and then once again got down to his thighs.

Fuck

Biting the bullet and diving in, he placed his hands on Reigen's thighs, massaging thoroughly and soothingly. He couldn't help but let his horniness take over partly. Moving a bit upward while massaging, he accidentally grazed Reigen’s clit. Holding back a moan, Reigen shuddered. Serizawa was so hard at this point it hurt, just relying on hope that the other man wouldn’t notice. While lost in thought, he accidentally did it again, this time getting a more audible reaction.

“Nngh~”

The sound was like music to Serizawa's ears, and experimentally he decided to do it again. Fingers that were frozen in place travel to slightly touch Reigen's clit, eliciting a moan from him.

“Fuck—” He sits up onto his elbows and they make eye contact “Please, just touch me, Katsuya.”

It took him by surprise, but he complied happily, “O–Oh, ok...” Reaching his middle finger to the mound on Reigen's boxers, he started to rub in circles softly; it was almost like a massage. He could feel his cock throbbing by now, especially when he looks up to see Reigen's head lolled back in pleasure, whimpering uncontrollably.

After a moment, Reigen couldn't take it anymore and sat up fully, confusing Serizawa, and before he could overthink, he began taking off his boxers and turned to the side so his legs were hanging off the edge facing the other man.

Looking up at Serizawa, he nervously asked, “Do you, uhm… know how to eat someone out?”

Serizawa swore he was gonna cum in his pants when he said that, “...No, but I would like to try, if you’d let me.” He answered while beginning to kneel down in front of him. Precum from his tip leaking into his already wet boxers.

“Please.” Reigen whined out.

He sharply inhaled as Serizawa moved forward eagerly and nervously. Admiring him for a second, amazed by the size of his clit, assuming it had something to do with testosterone. Experimentally, he began licking, gathering slick on his tongue. Causing Reigen to shudder against his mouth.

“Mmnnf~”

The sounds he could pull from him only made him more eager; he started to go faster. Licking and sucking at a steady pace, his hands on each of Reigen's thighs. The increase in speed causing him to moan more.

“Fuuuck~ you’re doing so good, baby, just like that.” He whined out, praising the other man and putting a hand in his hair.

The approval and praise caused Serizawa to become messier, going faster and sucking harder; he could feel Reigen begin to shake a little, meaning he was getting close already. Before he could continue, Reigen pulled his head back by his hair, which may or may not have caused Serizawa to whimper.

“Do you want to go all the way?” Reigen said through breaths, looking down at Serizawa's messed-up face, admiring it.

“If you don’t mind…” He said eagerly

“Ok then get up onto the table for me.” He ordered softly, watching Serizawa stand up slowly.

Once he stands up, Reigen reaches out and grabs his dick, causing Serizawa to moan

“Nghh~!” He whimpers out, keeling over the table, sweating and red down to his shoulders.

“Wanna take off that robe?” Reigen says, slipping one of the shoulders off

Once Serizawa nods and stands back upright, Reigen undoes the knot on the front and slides the shoulders off, standing up with him. Once it drops to the floor, he envelops him into another kiss, this time steamier. Reigen guides the taller man backward till the back of his knees hit the table, making him sit down, then climbs on top of him, not breaking the kiss once. Now that he's in his lap, he sticks his tongue in the Serizawas mouth, moaning into the kiss and grabbing his waist. He starts lightly grinding down on him and whining.

Breaking the kiss, Reigen asks in his ear, “Can I take off your boxers?”

Nodding quickly, Serizawa shifts and lets Reigen move off of him and slide his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, throbbing and twitching; Reigen crawls back onto him, sitting on his thighs, admiring his cock.

“Wow, how long have you wanted this?” Reigen teases him while caressing his face and shoulders.

“You have no idea,” Serizawa replies before kissing him roughly.

Reigen swiftly shifts the two of them so that the other is lying down while he's sitting on top of him, causing the taller one to yelp. Reigen shifted himself onto his knees so he had room to slide a finger in himself already wet enough to with ease, looking right at Serizawa as he did, whining and dropping his head down. His dick twitched as he saw Reigen add another finger, moaning lewdly over him, hands itching to touch him.

Once Reigen decided he was open enough with 3 fingers, he slipped them out with a whimper, slick almost dripping from his fingers.

“Can I put it in?” Reigen said softly

Serizawa nodded, but Reigen wasn’t having that. “No, I need you to use your words, Katsuya.”

“Please just fuck yourself on me, baby,” Serizawa whined underneath him, as what seemed to be purplish clear tentacles branched from him, wrapped around Reigen's thighs, and gently pushed him down a bit. It seemed Serizawa didn’t notice he was doing it because he looked surprised when the tentacles came into sight.

“Woah,” Reigen found himself both fascinated and aroused, “you’re so eager~” He said with a giggle before lowering himself onto Serizawas tip, whimpering when it enters him

“Oh fuck~” Serizawa whines, feeling overwhelmed at the feeling of Reigen clenching around his tip, tears in his eyes.

Reigen wasted no time, enjoying seeing Serizawa come undone, lowering himself inch by inch, moaning after each movement.

Serizawa's tentacles pushed him down on his cock fully, feeling him clench around him tightly, warm and hot around him.

“Nngh~! F-fuck Kats—suya!” Reigen groans in pleasure, leaning over onto Serizawa's chest.

“S-sorr— ugnn~ ngh~ Sorry, I didn’t realize I did that.” Serizawa choked out as Reigen settled against his chest, quivering.

Slowly, Reigen began to move up, making Serizawa whine.

“You’re doing so good, Katsuya; keep it up for m–me” Reigen moaned before slamming down, causing Serizawa to yelp and hold Reigen's hips with his hands, squeezing tightly. Reigen leaned down to kiss Serizawa before being quickly moved with Serizawa’s psychic powers and partly with his hands, his back being roughly pushed onto the massage table.

“Im sorry, ‘Taka I can’t take it, I have to,” Serizawa whined, pinning Reigen to the table, speeding up the pace. Leaning down to press a kiss to his jaw while fucking into him.

Reigen goes dumb underneath him, surprised by the sudden movement and speed. He could feel every inch of Serizawa in him, hitting the same spot each time. Feeling as though he was being split in half on his cock.

“Does it feel good, Taka’?” Serizawa leaned down to say next to his ear.

“F-Fuck, yeah~” Reigen moans out, dazed.

“Yeah? You’re doing so good for me, such a good boy.” He whispers in his ear, speeding up his thrusts.

The praise made Reigen go crazy, he was a moaning mess, grabbing onto anything he could. He started to reach down to touch himself, but not before Serizawa could stop him, purple tendrils wrapping around his wrists and putting them above his head, gaining a whine from Reigen.

“No…I don’t think so~” Serizawa said playfully before moving his fingers to play with Reigens nipples.

By now, he was shaking, and there wasn’t a moment he wasn't quiet. Though, Serizawa wasn’t quiet either; he’d whimper shamefully into Reigen's ear, occasionally kissing him or biting down on his neck or leaving hickeys to occupy his mouth.

Serizawa could feel him start to shake, more than before, under him and he knew he was close again. Quickly he had one of his tendrils swirl around Reigen’s thigh and begin moving up and down his clit at the same inhumane pace Serizawa was somehow thrusting into the other with.

“O-Oh fuck, K–Katsuya, I’m—I’m gonna cum!” Reigen whined out, hands trying to claw their way out of the restraints.

“Y-yeah, me too, baby.” He said between thrusts, “C–cum with me.” He whined out while his movements got sloppier, restraints on Reigen's wrists getting weaker.

With a final thrust, he slams into him. Reigen convulses under him as Serizawa lets his hands free, still thrusting into him through his orgasm, and shortly thereafter causing him to pull out and jerk himself off onto his stomach, with a whimper white sticky liquid coats Reigen's stomach. Plopping down on top of him, not caring about the mess.

All that could be heard was heavy breathing and the sound of the traffic outside.

“F—fuck, Katsuya, that was amazing.” He broke the silence, rubbing through Serizawa's hair.

“I could say the same...” He heaved out, finally sitting up to clean himself off, “Do you need water or anything? I was going to go get a wet towel to wipe us off.”

“A water would be nice, thank you.” Reigen smiled softly before slowly sitting up. Hearing shuffling before seeing, the taller man had come back with a water bottle and a towel, as promised.

“Here, sit still; I’ll get it for you,” Serizawa offered, before wiping the sticky, now slightly dried white from his stomach, as well as his thighs and neck, the warmth of the towel making Reigen sleepy.

He then gave him the water bottle before wiping himself down. Reigen happily cracked it open and chugged half of it down.

Calmly Serizawa then sat down next to him with a huff, clearly tired.

“Wanna close for the day?...” Reigen suggested

“Please.”

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Can I request lilette x reader where reader is Robbies sister and lilette and her have to like sneak around bc they don't want him to find out about their relationship

Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, coarse language, closeted reader, implied homophobia, anxiety, mentions & description of death, make-out & smut. Very long fic ahead.

In which, you’ve got a secret to keep from your brother— the only who knew you as well as you did yourself. And you were terrified.

“Okay, I’ll see you for dinner tonight. Can’t wait.” You smiled.

“Me too.” Lilette says, your phone was held between your shoulder and ear while you went around the apartment tidying up. “See you soon, babe.”

“Bye.” You said and hung up. Robbie comes home. “Hi, sissy.” He greets you with a bright smile. In a panic, your phone just flies from your hand and falls onto the couch, thankfully. “Hey, how was practice?”

“Good, but tiring.” He tells you, “How’s your day been? What have you been up to for the past couple hours?”

“Uh, well.” You started, “I got home from school at 3:30. Did my homework, got a snack and now I’m just watching a bit of TV while scrolling through my phone.”

“Very chill.”

You shrug, “Hey, I would hate to bother you but could you give me a ride to the diner at like 7? I’m meeting Lilette there to work on a project.”

“The diner at seven? Yeah, sure. No problem.” He agrees quickly. That was partial lie— you weren’t there to work on a project, you were there for your bi-weekly dinner date. Though yes, you have been paired up with Lilette for a project. You guys just didn’t need to work on that right away.

While he went ahead to take a shower, you laid on the couch reading a book to pass the time till you had to go get ready. Well, you also had to wait until Robbie was out of earshot to leave Lilette a voice message. You called her ‘babe’ usually, so, that’s why. Lilette was currently working her shift— she went to work directly after school and would be right there to meet you for dinner that evening.

You put your phone up to your ear to listen to her reply, “I miss you too, cookie. All yours tonight.” You couldn’t help but laugh. She’s always called you by that nickname— Lilette claims it was because you were ‘obsessed with cookies’. And at first you thought she was calling you like, crazy, kookie. But she was horrified by that assumption and immediately told you otherwise. But ‘all yours tonight’…that got you a little excited. Maybe a little too much.

You set an alarm to remind you to get ready in time. After reading some pages of your book in hand, you dozed off. When you woke up again, it was right before your alarm went off. So, you turned the alarm off and went to get ready. “What time will you want me to pick you up?”

“Uh, I’m not sure.” You admitted. “I’ll keep you updated?”

“Okay, yeah. Don’t forget otherwise— how are you gonna get home?” He jokes.

“Probably walk.”

“When have I ever let you walk alone. After sundown?” He chuckles, “If you’ll be out late, call me. I don’t care how late it is, I just want you to be safe.”

“You know we’re the same age, right?” You bit back a laugh, checking your hair in the mirror by the front door.

“I’m still older.” Robbie retorts.

“Whatever.” You shoved him playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” He nudged you towards the open front door.

You got into the front passenger’s seat as per usual, he puts on his playlist and started to drive. It was a pretty quiet ride to the dinner, so your mind just wandered for the duration of it. Thinking about your Dad, how both yours and Robbie’s relationship was great but they constantly clashed. You hated that they yelled so much, it scared you. Unlike Robbie, your Dad never apologises for raising his voice. Instead, his way of an apology was quietly stocking the fridge with your favourite fruit or the pantry with your favourite snack. Sometimes, just sometimes…he’d take you to go get ice cream. You liked that way the best because you actually got to spend time with him. He liked spending time with you, but he wad almost always too focused on Robbie. How Robbie was doing at his sport, were his grades okay, are rehearsals going well, will they interfere with practice? You couldn’t blame him. Either of them, actually.

Robbie was the boy, the wished-for child, of course he was favoured. Your Mom however, you were her favourite— she always joked about this to make you smile. But now, you rarely saw her. But only because it physically hurt you to see her so sick. You were always thinking about her as much as you wished that that wasn’t the case…thinking and wondering how much time she had left. With you.

Lilette was no doubt the nicest person you’ve ever met. She was such a sweetheart. You didn’t have a lot of friends— you liked it that way, keeping your circle small. Lilette was your closest friend. Now, you were dating her. And have been for the past four months. There wasn’t actually a specific moment the two of you declared that you two were in an exclusive relationship, it just naturally happened evolved time. Everything felt comfortable with her, with her you felt like you had no worries, no fears, no nothing. You simply felt like you were in a little bubble of safety and so much love.

————

“You alright?” Robbie’s voice and the vehicle coming to a stop, snaps you out of your thoughts.

You cleared you throat, “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.”

“Hey, just enjoy yourself tonight, alright? Don’t worry about Dad, don’t worry about Mom. I’m on my way to go see Mom— we’ll go together tomorrow too, okay? The two of us. She’s okay.”

“Okay.” You agreed with a nod.

“Okay.” He says, “Go on, have a good time. Remember to update me what time you want me to pick you up later and where.”

“I will.” You tell him before getting out of the car. As you entered the diner, you turned to look over your shoulder and he waves. You wave back, stepping into the diner. He drives off seeing that.

Once inside, you see Lilette walking out from the back, her hair down and wearing a flannel and her favourite pair of jeans. Her gaze finds yours and her face lights up. Lilette nearly squeals, rushing over to give you a hug. “Hi!”

“Hi.” You said with a smile, mutually breaking away a few seconds later so you two could sit down. Quickly placing your orders, Lilette started chatting with you. “What’ve you been up to since I last saw you at school?”

“I got home, did my homework, read a book then fell asleep.” You nearly snorted, “How was work?”

“It was good, actually.” Lilette says, “Better than yesterday, thank goodness. No rude customers today.”

“Good.”

“Can I…ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nod, seeing from the corner of your eye that a waiter was walking towards the booth with your food.

“Would you…want to go somewhere private after we’re done here?” She asks shyly, a deep red dusting her cheeks.

You nearly drop your fork, blinking profusely while looking at her, “Uh— you mean like get…

“A room?” She completes your sentence, nodding her head.

“Actually.” You swallowed your mouthful of your sandwich— your eyes…they were just fixed on her, tracing her features with your gaze, “Yes. Sure.”

Thank God Lilette's mom wasn't on this shift so she wasn't anywhere near here.

————

And so you and Lilette ended up getting a room at a cheap hotel nearby, paid for in cash. She had her arm around you and you were already beginning to fantasise…feeling a certain rush of something going down south. Shit.

“Oh, my God.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I have to text Robbie and let him know he doesn’t need to pick me up.” You realised, rummaging through your pocket for your phone.

“Oh.” She laughs, gently pushing you onto the mattress. You sat down, shooting your brother a text to tell him that you were going to be spending the night with Lilette— you did not however, tell him where. You put your phone aside, focusing on Lilette again. “All good?”

“Yeah.”

She shifted closer to you, barely a couple of inches away from your face. You feel her fingertips on your face as she brushes the stray hairs out of your face to get a clear view. Her hand settles on your cheek, cupping it and she leans in pressing a gentle little kiss to your lips. Lilette does it a few times over before the connection deepens. The kisses became heated and wet, lingering for longer and longer each time. You eventually fell on your back, Lilette went along with it but was careful of how she moved around. Her hand rested on your chest, just shy of your breasts below. She smiled, eyes opening to look at you for a second.

“Are you sure you want to?” She asks, breaking away from the kiss. Her eyes study your face. You nodded eagerly, kissing her back first. “Have you ever done this before?” She asks, voice muffled by your constant kisses.

“No.” You hummed, feeling her knees bracketing you on either side.

“It’s okay, me neither.” She reveals, pressing her first kiss along your jaw. Then, her lips were kissing a trail down your neck, trying to learn what it did— to you and for you. You whine when she kisses a specific spot, she does it again, and again, then harder. Your whine increases in pitch, you feel your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, cutie.” She assured, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, “It’s alright, you don’t have to be quiet.”

Through your breathlessness, you nod, agreeing to what she’d just told you. Then, she started back up again. Kissing that one sensitive area on your neck to keep drawing out those noises and build up your arousal. She’s learnt about something you liked and decided to keep to it. No complaints, though— you were going in blind and absolutely loving it so far.

You feel her hand caressing your hip, over the area that was the waistband of your pants. Your breathing hitches, wondering what she’d do next. "Can I take them off?" She asks you in a quiet voice. All you could manage was a nod, it was as though you didn't know a single word anymore. With that, your pants and underwear were slid off by Lilette. Her eyes meet yours to ask, "Are you comfortable? With me hovering over you like this? Or would you rather...kind of just sit and lean back?"

You took a deep breath and swallowed your spit harshly, "Maybe— maybe we try this first."

"Okay." Lilette smiles sweetly, lips reattaching to the spot on your neck.

"Mm— my God—" You panted.

"So that's good?" She questioned, breath tickling you.

You confirmed, "Mm— mhm, yeah." She tries something she hasn't done to you yet: her teeth grazes your skin just ever so lightly to see how it made you feel. "How's that?"

You shook your head, "No."

Humming, she resumes working on the spot on your neck. She sucked harder and harder over time, you were eventually left with a pretty obvious mark over it. Her hand begins moving down south, stopping just before the mound. "Do you want me to try?" She inquires seriously, her eyes filled with concern— as were her words.

"Yes." You told her, looking at her too, "Yeah."

She moves slowly, fingertips circling the overheating and swollen bundle of nerves between your legs. You whimper, she watches you, you look back at her. It made you grow shy, cheeks blushing as you averted your eyes from hers very briefly. When you grew louder and wetter, she decisively picks up her pace. You feel a finger ghost your entrance and you flinch, then was clenching around nothing. "I'm gonna try, okay, baby?"

Shit, that petname. She's never used that before on you. Oh, boy...

You whined needily at the new petname, giving her an affirming nod to slip a finger inside. As wet as you were you felt every bit of this completely new sensation, it reflexively makes you taking in a deep breath and lift your hips a little. Then, it was as if all of that ignited something in Lilette: she begins moving her finger in and out of you, at the same time, she kisses you...peppering kisses all over your face and down to your chest. She discovers a few other sensitive spots she could take note of for future purposes, too. You feel the tip of a second finger at your entrance several minutes later, and you let her try adding on to the first. But quickly, you learnt that you would rather she didn't do that. It hurt. "Ow!" You cried out as if on reflex from what you were feeling. Lilette removes her finger from you, the second one retracts too.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby." She says a little scared by how you were affected by it, though a bit apprehensive, her hands found their way to your inner thighs as she sat down between your legs. "Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head 'no'. Her hands then started to massage that erogeneous zone, you relaxed, telling it was okay, "No, no it's not your fault. I'm alright, okay? I promise. We can keep going." Lilette nods her head, kneeling then smoothly bending down towards your cunt. You saw what she was trying to do, "Oh, fuck. Yes, go for it." Your bluntness had her shooting you a look of bewilderment but she quickly recovers and started using her tongue to stimulate your clit. They were slow and almost a little hesitant at first, but you moaned feeling the sheer closeness of you and Lilette. Her being so careful and loving, telling you that you looked beautiful. You were on cloud nine hearing her practically worshipping your body. That was all she needed to gain the confidence and momentum to keep going, picking up her pace gradually to allow for build up of arousal and pleasure.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck— fuck— so good.” You breathed out shakily, voice almost strained. You were clenching your fists and licking your lips, unsure what to do with your hands. However, your natural instinct was to run a hand through her hair and without any thought, that’s what you did. A smile forms on her face, and yours, seeing her happy.

Lilette contently ate you out until she felt you throbbing against her tongue. With her brows raised slightly, she pulls herself away from your cunt to look at it. “Oh, baby.” Her hands massaged your inner thighs again, “So pretty. So, so pretty~” Her eyes flicked up, catching your gaze. It makes you squirm out of frustration, though you weren’t exactly sure why you were feeling that way. Her thumb rubs your clit and you back away just slightly, a whimper falls from your lips as your head rolls back. She decides to test something— she rubs your clit again. You whimper. The back of her fingertips ghosts your clit. You whine. Grinning to herself, she got back to rubbing your clit consistently all while feeling the throbbing intensify and watching you begin clenching.

“Oh God—” You breathe in deeply, the fluttering in your core stops and spreads immensely, “Oh. God! Shit. Lilette, fuck— oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” Each exclamation came out in a pant, with you whining through the whole thing.

Lilette slows down progressively to help you come down from your climax and then detaches her mouth from you once you started to seem more relaxed. She scooched upwards to sit right by you, her palm rests on your abdomen, stroking it, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, and felt a sudden urge to burst into tears. You don’t know if it was the realisation of the whole act of having sex, or it specifically because of the intensity of your climax, but the urge…was strong. Too strong. Lilette repositioned herself and was laying on her stomach while face to face with you. You licked your lips and pursed them together. It quivered anyway, and Lilette brushes her thumb over your cheek watching you with worried eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You managed. “Nothing. I promise.”

“It’s okay.” She squeezes your cheek slightly, “It’s okay, I’m right here with you. Cry if that’s what your body feels like doing.” The feeling was dying down until she said it, then the waterworks began with virtually no warning. She guides you onto your side to hold you in her arms and rub your back to soothe you. “You’re alright, hm? I promise.” She said softly, planting a kiss on your shoulder, “You did good.”

————

Early the next morning, you and Lilette were getting ready to leave the hotel and go back to the diner for breakfast. Holding onto the wall to steady yourself while you put your pants on, an obscene noise startles you and you cringe.

“Oh, geez.” Lilette realises too, “Bit early, huh.”

You moved away from the wall and finished getting dressed. Once freshened up, you two checked the room to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind. Lilette was holding onto your hand, fingers intertwined together. But you were a step ahead, pushing the door open you step outside first. “Robbie’s picking you up from the diner at 7:30, yes?” You confirmed with a nod of your head. Looking left and right on reflex but locking eyes with none other than your father. You tried pushing Lilette back into the room but he saw you immediately. Someone was with him— someone familiar but you couldn’t see their face.

Your feet were rooted to the carpeted floors out of total fear. “My Dad.” You turned your head to whisper quickly. Lilette successfully pulls you back into the room but he was too fast, coming face to face with you and Lilette. “Why aren’t you at home?” He bellowed. You flinch, backing up against Lilette. A cry was caught in your throat.

He yells at you until you all leave the hotel, following you around right beside you.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Who is this?’

‘Why aren’t you home?’

‘Does your brother know about this?’

You started to zone out, your heart was slamming in your chest as the sound pounded through your ears. Your breathing…it quickened to the point where you couldn’t feel much of anything going into your system. Behind his shoulder, a car driving by catches your eyes. Robbie. You ran, Lilette ran with you as you desperately waved to catch his attention so he could stop. “ROB!” You screeched.

“You’re screwing with my mother and you don’t know who I am?!” You hear a voice behind you yelling right as Robbie slows down his car to a stop, “You’ve met me multiple times. I’m your daughter’s best friend.” Seeing how upset and flustered you were, he quickly unlocks the doors so you could get in.

“Fuck you.” Lilette spat, her words filled with venom. You’ve never seen her so angry.

That. That was why your father didn’t chase after you anymore. He got caught too— it was becoming a complete shit show in this driveway. Your father looked at Robbie, as though trying to apologise, but he was gripping at the wheel so tightly that his knuckles became pale. Next thing he did? He drives away. So fast.

————

The car ride was silent, but the tension was high. None of you knew what to say. But you feel a sickening feeling bubbling in your stomach. “Pull over.” You spoke up. Sensing your tone, he does so immediately. You opened the door and leaned over the grass patch to throw up. Lilette rubs your back, obviously worried and startled by how abrupt it was. But, she had an inkling why you were like that.

By the time the three of you arrived at the diner, you had calmed down. Or so you thought. Your mind was still racing, trying to piece together an explanation for your brother. You didn’t want him to be mad at you as well.

“Rob—” You sniffled. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you. That’s the last thing I’ll be feeling. I saw enough to know who to be mad at.” Robbie assured, “Did he hit either of you?”

“No.” Lilette answers, “I almost kicked him in the crotch, but I didn’t.” You shook your head.

You knew he was waiting for a full rundown of the events, and you were going to tell him— despite how terrifying it was. “After we had dinner, we went to the hotel and spent the night. Because—” You stopped yourself, “We wanted…privacy. That’s why I said you didn’t have to pick me up last night. Everything went fine until we heard people going at it in the room next to us this morning. We leave the room to check out, it was Dad he started tailing me demanding an explanation as to why I was there. Couldn’t tell him— nothing came out of my mouth. I almost passed out in front of the hotel.”

“So that’s when I drove by and you stopped my car?”

“Yeah. And while I was making my way to the car, Lilette was screaming behind me. That’s why he stopped chasing us. He got caught too.”

“With my mother.” Lilette adds on.

“Can you not tell Mom, please? A-about me and Lilette.” You requested quietly, feeling the tears pricking at your eyes.

“Hey, you have my word, okay? I’m not gonna tell mom or anyone. You’re old enough to make your own decisions.” He promised. “I’m just…glad it’s Lilette and not that creepy chess club guy that tried to take you to the dance last time.”

You chuckled at the memory, “Thanks.”

“Okay, eat your breakfast. Don’t worry about Dad, I’ll handle him.”

“But— where can we go? What if he gets violent? We can’t stay at Lilette’s either.”

“I’ll take you two to go spend time with Mom. Alright? Stay there until I come and get you— we’ll figure something out if the time gets too late. But you should be okay, the staff knows us. They’ll let you guys stay longer.”

“Okay.” You agreed. Lilette holds your hand, brushing her thumb over your knuckles. Breakfast went by uneventfully, then the three of you were on your way to your Mom. Though it was early, your Mom was awake, smiling so brightly at the sight of you. You let go of Lilette’s hand and rushed to her side, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, mama.”

“Good morning, ladybug.” Your Mom says back, caressing your cheek weakly, “Who’s that pretty girl you came in with?”

Oh, right.

You looked over your shoulder, silently asking Lilette to approach. She walks over. “Hi, Mrs. Thorne.”

Your Mom laughs breathily. “Too formal. Rhea.”

“This is Lilette, remember her? My best friend.”

Your Mom sighs, “Of course. Oh, goodness. I’m sorry, sweetheart. My memory’s all over the place. I used to call you little lily.”

“That’s right.” Lilette cracks a smile.

“Lilette’s my girlfriend now, mama.” You revealed.

“Oh, that’s so great.” Your Mom gasps softly, “I’m so happy for you, ladybug. I’m so happy you found love in your best friend.”

That was it, you were crying like a baby having received your Mom’s blessings. Lilette pulls a chair closer for you to sit, no— fall back on. She rubs your back and held you close while she stood. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Please don’t cry. Mommy’s happy for you, don’t you worry about things like that. I love you. You’re my baby.”

“Thank you, mama.” You swallowed your tears, “Thank you, I love you so much, mama.”

You and Lilette stayed with your Mom for hours, chatting and laughing. You wanted her to sleep and get some rest since she’s been up for awhile, but she refuses and there was no fighting her. So you just let her stay up. “Hi, y/n. Good to see you here again.” A nurse who recognised you came by to check on your Mom.

“Hi, Iris.” You gave her a smile.

“Oh, who’s this?” She asks, curious.

“That’s Lilette. Her girlfriend.” Your Mom answered before you did.

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Iris sighs, “Young love is beautiful.”

Once Iris leaves, you told your Mom, “Dad doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t even come by. He doesn’t need to know anything.” You mom tells you calmly, “What matters is you’re safe, healthy and happy. How’s school for you?”

“Very good.” You reply, Lilette nodded too. “Great friends, teachers are great too. My grades are good. I got a 95% on my last quiz.”

“That’s my girl.” Your Mom praised, “I’m so proud of you.”

Lilette couldn’t help but smile seeing you and your Mom interact. The love was so, so apparent. “Robbie’s coming later.” Your Mom says.

“I know, Mama. I know. He dropped us off, he just has to go run some errands.”

You could never tell your mom what your dad’s done. You couldn’t do that to her. She didn’t need any of that right now. She was on her literal deathbed.

“Thank you for coming to see me. Both of you. It’s so nice to have you both here.”

“Of course, mama. I’ll always make the time to come see you.”

Robbie came to the hospice in the evening. Lilette taps him on the shoulder once and he flinched, seething. Uh oh.

“Robbie, hi, baby.” Your Mom’s face lit up again just like when she saw you.

“Hi, ma. Here I am.” Robbie chuckles, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Your sister said you had to run some errands.” Your mom mentioned, almost suspiciously but also with an undertone of worry.

“Uh, everything’s fine. Dad’s just being difficult.”

“Don’t let him affect you. Focus on yourselves, that old man can take care of himself.” She says, “I’m serious. You all are graduating high school this year and going off to college, working next…whatever. Life’s gotta keep going, don’t let stuff like that hold you back.”

What?

“Take care of yourselves. You can’t rely on your Dad. You, take good care of my daughter.” She looks at Lilette at that moment. “I promise.” Lilette answered seriously. “Good.” Your mom smiles.

“Mama.” You mumbled. Holding onto her hand, you looked at her— incredibly worried. You couldn’t shake this feeling once you’d heard all of that. She squeezes your hand and gave you a smile. You didn’t say much of anything else for the rest of the night. The three of you decided to hang around for way longer even though your Mom initially wanted you all to go home and get some sleep. You just couldn’t leave her.

“Kids.” Your Mom says breaking the silence and looking away from the TV screen. The three of you focused on her, she sighs. “Remember to take good care of yourselves. Always stand up for what’s right. Don’t ever change yourselves for others. Remember I love all of you and will always be around in whatever way possible. Don’t worry about me. I know I do not have to worry about you kids. Don’t worry about college, both of you. Lilette, thank you for making my baby girl so happy.”

“Ma—”

“What—” Robbie paused the the movie. Ghostbusters. You guys watched this all the time at home.

“I have to go, okay? Mommy’s tired, I’m very sorry. I’ll be back. Every time you see you a sunset, I’ll be there.”

Tears streamed down your face as the realisation hit and denial went away. You clung onto her hand for dear life, as did Robbie. Lilette had her arm around you. Suddenly, everything felt like they were going in slow motion.

Your Mom’s gaze looking between the three of you.

Her smiling, her eyes welling up with tears.

You hear Robbie trying to hold it together but quickly failed, choking on a quiet sob. Lilette was breathing heavily beside you, sniffling.

Your mom’s eyes, her eyelids begin to droop.

The sound of the heartrate monitor going lower and lower, slower and slower.

Then, the flatline. It echoed, her eyes closed. Her hands, let go. You went limp in Lilette’s embrace, but you were soon escorted out by a nurse. Lilette hugs you, and since you were facing the direction of your mom’s bed you could see them drape a blanket over her to cover her up. You were a mess, tears soaking her shirt, mumbling incoherently as you cried.

Lilette was speechless. Nothing she says would be right. So she just held you to keep you steady. Robbie tries to get you both to leave but you resisted, not wanting to leave your mom.

“y/n, let’s go. Mom said to take care of ourselves.” Robbie says quietly, hand on your shoulder. “Let mom rest. She’s been fighting for a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” You murmured.

“Don’t be sorry, let’s go.“

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Once home, it was another fight. A very angry father was waiting for your return. “What are you crying about?” He snarked.

“Mom died.”

“Mom’s fine.”

“She died.” Robbie repeated, “Took her last breath right in front of us. She’s been there for such a long time and you haven’t seen her more than three times. Leave y/n alone, leave Lilette alone. If you think it’s right to get mad at your daughter for being herself, I get why you’d think it’s acceptable to cheat on your dying wife. You are a sick bastard.”

Your Dad swung on Robbie, but Robbie was agile, he successfully defended himself by dodging and your Dad’s fist slams into the wall. “Why didn’t they call?!”

“Ask yourself that. Ask yourself when the last time you saw her was. Even Lilette’s been there more than you have. Her name’s always in the visitor log. Ask yourself why felt that it was okay for her to go, without you around.” Robbie responded lowly, his whole frame trembling with anger. “You know what? It’s no use talking to you. You need to leave the house and never come back.”

“How dare you ask your father to leave his house!”

“This is mom’s house. And now, it’s mine. Mom left it to me. She left you nothing. She may have been very sick, but she was more clear-headed than you have been.” Robbie continues. “LEAVE!”

You all watched him leave, finally defeated. “Burn in hell.” He says as the door slammed.

“Go to bed.” Robbie urged, “It’s late.”

You gave in, Lilette heads up to your room with you.

“Good night. I’ll be up with you in a minute.” Robbie says softly. Entering your room, Lilette shuts the door behind the both of you and turned the lock. She picks out a change of clothes for you and herself then handed your stack to you. Till now, not a word’s been said yet. You got changed, so did Lilette. She took your clothes and tossed them in the hamper before pulling your covers off the bed enough so you could get in comfortably. Lilette knew you were hurting and grieving. It didn’t take a genius to know that, but there was hell of a lot more going on. You needed her and she knew it.

“I love you.” She holds you tightly, both arms wrapped around you. You laid on her chest, trying to empty your head and focus on the steady beat of her heart. Lilette stroked your hair to lull you to sleep, eventually she resorted to singing. The door, having been unlocked by Lilette righr before you both got into bed…creaked. It opens up, you hear Robbie’s voice. Indistinctly.

“I got her, go rest.” Lilette tells him, “You’d better keep a close eye on your shoulder. If it gets worse, get it checked out.”

“I will.” Robbie says, “G’night.”

“Night.”

Robbie exits, closing the door again. “I’m sad.” You mumbled. “I know, honey. That’s okay. Let it out, I got you baby. You’ll be okay.”

“I’ll be okay.” You repeated while she rubs your back and pressed kisses to your head every now and then, “Thank you. For being here for me. Always.”

“And forever.”

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 8 months ago

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Week 2 - Day 7: House Fire

@the-three-shits-whump

Read it on AO3 at the link above, or find it below the cut:

Al often needed an escape. He knew his parents would be home when he got back from school. Typically, he walked. He didn’t want to go home that day. He couldn’t deal with his parents.

Trudy caught Al before he left the school, grabbing a coat she’d brought for him, slipping it on his and helping him zipper it. “Don’t tell my dad,” she said softly, also readjusting Al’s beanie so it was over his ears properly. “Are you going to the club today?”

Al nodded. “Don’t wanna go home…”

“Me either,” Trudy muttered. “Dad keeps making me try on dresses for some… I don’t even know. Some fancy thing he wants to take me to.” She huffed, walking with Al. “I’ll come with you.”

Hank walked over with them. “Hi Dee, hi Al.”

“Hi Han,” Al said softly. Being only six, he was still having trouble with the hard ‘k’ sound.

Hank didn’t mind it. In fact, he smiled and hugged his younger friend, then walked with him and Trudy. “Where you going?”

“To the club,” Trudy replied. “Come with us.”

Hank thought about it, then nodded. “Okay, but only for an hour cause I gotta be home for dinner.”

—

When the three arrived at what they called “the club,” they walked up past the overgrown yard, then into the boarded-up house. It was condemned, though they didn’t know that. They were just kids, how could they?

They slipped into the house, over to the space heater Trudy had set up to keep Al warm, along with several blankets and a few pillows both Trudy and Hank had stolen. Hank’s house was too far to walk for Al and Trudy’s dad wouldn’t let Al stay when things got bad at home, so they had set up “the club” for Alvin to stay in when he he couldn’t be home.

Trudy turned on the space heater, helping get Al under the blankets and cozy. Hank cuddled under the blankets with Al to keep him warm, Trudy also snuggling down under. “Good day at school?”

Al shrugged. “Okay.”

Hank hummed, getting Al’s homework out of his backpack. “What do you have to do tonight?”

Al shrugged, looking over at it, then pointing at the addition problems. “Add.”

Hank hummed, putting down the paper, then looking at Al. “Okay, so what’s two plus three?” Al frowned, looking down. Hank took Al’s hands gently, moving them so he had two fingers on one hand and three on the other. “There. Two,” he pointed at his left hand, “and three,” he pointed at the right. “Now, can you count how many you have altogether?”

Al looked at his hands, then nodded, counting them, then looking at Hank. “Five?”

“Great job. Two plus three is five!” Hank smiled, handing Al the homework. “Write five there, under that line.”

Al did as he was told, Trudy encouraging him and helping with his handwriting. It was natural for them to help Al with his homework as such. However, as the winter months had set in, it was getting colder out. The crocheted blanket Hank had brought, combined with the space heater that was a little too close, started a fire.

Trudy, who was sitting the closest, noticed first, seeing as she was practically underneath it. She screamed, tossing the blanket away, scrambling up. Her pants were already on fire. When she tossed the blanket, it caught some curtains on fire, making the fire spread even more rapidly. Not only that, but the space heater had been knocked over, heating some nearby flammable things as well.

Al and Hank scrambled up next, abandoning the homework papers, which quickly caught fire, along with their book bags. Hank and Al watched Trudy as she cried because of the fire on her leg, trying to fan it off.

“Stop, drop and roll!” Hank cried, seeing as they’d been taught that in school. Trudy got to the ground and rolled around, but the fire didn’t really go out. She was screaming in pain now, as her flesh started to burn.

Because of Trudy’s screams, Al whimpered and covered his ears, falling to the ground and curling up in a ball. He rocked back and forth, whimpering and wanting the screeches of his older sister to stop. She was being far too loud.

Hank kneeled beside Al, trying to get him up as the smoke quickly started to suffocate him. Finally, the fire on Trudy’s leg was out, but she was still screaming in pain. Hank moved between Al and Trudy, not knowing what to do as the flames got closer. He started crying himself, running away and up the stairs, into a bedroom closet to hide, covering his own ears so that he didn’t hear the screams of his best friends downstairs as they succumbed to the fire.

—

When the fire company arrived, they immediately took to putting water on the fire. Seeing as the building was condemned, they hadn’t taken in a search and rescue team. However, a neighbor ran up and told them about the screams earlier on, and that three kids had been seen in there. The team geared up, but the battalion chief told them they weren’t allowed to go in. It was far too dangerous. Instead, they put the fire out from afar.

Richard Voight showed up to the scene, sighing as he got out of his squad. He walked over to the chief on scene. “What do we got?”

“Condemned building. We just put the fire out, starting recovery. The woman over there said she saw some kids go in, but they didn’t come back out. She’s hysterical that we didn’t go in to find them, but I wasn’t risking the lives of my men.”

Richard nodded, sighing as he went over to the woman. “Ma’am,” he said softly. “Hi, I’m Officer Voight with CPD. Mind if I get a full statement from you?”

“Yes, oh, I’ve seen these three kids come in and out of that building for something like a week now. They went in there earlier, after school.”

“Okay, and can you describe them to me?”

“All three had darker hair, brown or black, and they were elementary kids. Probably seven? Something like that? They had their backpacks and such, so I figured they came straight from the school.”

“Voight,” the chief called, motioning him over.

“One moment,” he said to the woman, then walked over as the firefighters pulled out a young girl’s body. Half the face was burnt up, but the other half could clearly be seen. Richard got sick to his stomach. “Oh, fuck.”

“Pretty bad,” the chief replied as the girl was laid on a stretcher, a sheet covering her body.

“No, I… I know her, she’s my son’s friend.” Tears came to his eyes. “Did any of the kids make it out?”

“We haven’t seen any around. It’s possible.”

Another body was carried out, much smaller and frail. His back was burned, but his front was still intact, revealing little Alvin. Richard’s mouth ran dry as the tears streaked down his face. “Please…” he whispered as Al’s body was covered with a sheet. “Please, please…”

Richard stood there waiting,which seemed like forever as the firefighters did overhaul. It only took about five minutes before a third child was carried out - his son. Richard ran over. “Henry!”

“He’s alive, I think,” the young firefighter said, laying him down on the gurney for the ambulance. “Found him in a closet upstairs.”

The paramedics took his pulse, looking him over. “Weak pulse, very faint, but it’s there. We have to get him to the hospital, now. He’s taken in a lot of smoke.”

Richard rode with the paramedics in the ambulance, holding his son’s charred hand, tears dripping off his face. “Oh, fuck…” he mumbled. “Come on, Henry… fight for it… fight for me… fight for your mom, please…”

—

Richard walked out of the hospital. The silence was deafening. How could he just be gone?

His wife had been called, as were Al’s parents and Trudy’s. His wife got there first, hanging on him and sobbing, but Richard could barely hear as he stared ahead, not looking at anything. He blinked, tears still streaking down his cheeks. Robert arrived next, screaming at Richard and crying, asking him why it had happened. Suddenly, Richard was against a wall, his head pounding. It wasn’t anything compared to the pain in his heart. His wife screamed at Robert to get off him.

Then, Al’s parents arrived, also getting in on the screaming. The three screamed at one another as Richard was helped up and into an exam room. His head was bleeding. His wife was holding his hand, still sobbing as he sat on the exam table, her forehead on his thigh. He felt nothing but pain in his soul, especially when the firemen came to the hospital, explaining the situation around how the fire started. Richard knew they had only been trying to help Al. His son gave his life trying to help his friend. What could be more noble than that?

#chicago pd #chicagopd #cpd #hank voight #sargent hank voight #sergeant hank voight #alvin olinsky #trudy platt #the three shits: whump week

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folkpunkbumbercatch · 8 months ago

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Moe/Isaac meet cute!

Thank you for the prompt!!! <3 ☆☆☆

He had just moved to England. To London. Changed his address, moved his possessions from his student housing to a home. From football school to premier league football. He was on his own. He had been working his whole life for this. 19 years old, and he had just been signed to a premier league team. Moe Bumbercatch was sat in his new home with nothing but two suitcases and an AFC Richmond gift basket.

"I don't understand why you didn't want me to help you furnish your home, Schätzli," Janet Bumbercatch said to the phone, "do you even have a bed? Do you have things to cook with?"

Moe smiled even though she couldn't see it, "Mamma, I promise I'm fine. I'm going furniture shopping this weekend and I have my sleeping bag for now. It's an adventure."

"Mohammed Hamza Bumbercatch, I love you but I will never understand you. What are your plans for tonight?" She asked

Moe laughed, it was an old joke of theirs. He was her only son and they were very close.

"I'll go out to eat. Unpack my Nintendo switch and knitting supplies, and get some rest for tomorrow," he told her.

"I love you, Moe," Janet said, "be safe. And don't let that Roy Kent give you any trouble. You're a great player."

"Love you mom," he said. "Tell dad I said goodnight and that I'll talk to him tomorrow."

He hung up with a soft sigh before unzipping his bags and digging for his latest hat he was working on.

After walking around London aimlessly for a while, Moe decided to try one of the restaurants that looked homely. It was just called "Sara's" and the menu posted outside the front door had a vegetarian dish that sounded incredible and he just wanted something to tide him over until his first day of work with a premier league team.

The restaurant wasn't crowded, an older couple sat by the window, two teen boys doing homework while eating towards the back and a woman reading a book and eating towards the center.

Moe ordered the vegetarian dumpling platter and sat down at a two seat table on his phone while he waited. Twitter was talking about Greece's debt and the latest I, Robot episode. Moe could only think about football.

The bell above the door rang as a guy around his age walked in the restaurant.

"Isaac," the employee called out, "your usual?"

"Two," Isaac, apparently, said. "Big day tomorrow." Isaac looked around his age and was a tall broad mountain of a guy with the beginnings of a mustache on his lip. He was dressed in bright, dramatic colors, but he pulled it off.

The employee smiled, "you think Richmonds got good odds this year?"

Isaac shook his head, "With Cartrick as a coach? They'll be lucky to tie all season."

Moe wished he was born with the ability to have tact. He scoffed.

Isaac's eyes shot to him, "something to say, bruv?"

Moe started at him studying his features. This wasn't the type of guy who would try and fight him. This wasn't the type of guy who would fight him. He also thought the guy was attractive, but he forced that outside. He couldn't afford to be attracted to men.

"It's too soon to tell," Moe said to Isaac, "the team hasn't even started practicing. Cartrick may be an old hat one trick pony, but a team is as good as its players."

"You think they'll win because they have Roy Kent?" Isaac asked with squinted gaze.

"No," Moe said, "it's too soon to tell. I'll tell you after the first two matches of the season."

Isaac smiled wide, "Will you, now? Maybe I ought to give you my number, bruv. So I can send you condolences when we lose." Was this guy flirting with him? He had to not be optimistic about that.

"You're on."

Moe's food was served, and the bag that he had planned to take home was unpacked as he stayed in his seat.

"So who's your team?" Isaac asked.

"F.C. St. Gallen," Moe said, "Swiss team, I'm swiss." God He was being so awkward in front of this hot guy. This was not how he was supposed to spend his first night in England.

"Cool, how long have you been in England"

"2 hours."

Isaac nodded. "I'm from Peckham. I can show you around, maybe. Sometime. If you want."

Moe nodded with a smile. Shit.

Isaac ate his food at the same table as Moe, and they spent half the night talking football. It was fun. It was nice. Moe wished he wasn't too afraid to ask for Isaac's number.

"It's getting late," Isaac said. "I need to get going soon."

"I'll see you around then," Moe said.

Isaac smiled, "Definitely. Good luck to, uh, St. Gallon?"

"Galen," he corrected, "just root for Richmond, will you?"

Isaac nodded, "always do."

After waking up in a sleeping bag and changing into his best fit, Moe headed to Nelson Road. They weren't actually training today, just him and the other new recruits getting the lay of the pand and signing some paperwork. Maybe a photoshoot or two if Rupert Mannion was the type.

He took a deep breath as he walked into the lobby of the training grounds. He could do this. He had earned this. He was a good footballer.

Here goes nothing.

"Moe?" A familiar voice asked.

"Isaac?" Moe said with a smile.

Moe was doomed.

#my writing #bumbadoo

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matrixxsystem · 1 year ago

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Terrapin Soup Part 9 (1/7)

After a round of showers Usagi stepped back into his room to see Leo sitting on his bed fairly focused on his phone. He had in fact stolen one of Usagi's shirts which might just be the cutest thing he's seen possibly ever.. The dark mask he wore earlier was no where to be found and since he had just been in the shower the wraps on his arms were missing too. He liked seeing Leo like this.. So casual and unguarded.. Usagi gently knocked on the door frame letting him know he was there, Leo perked up and smiled more seeing Usagi with his ears down again, god he was cute.. He scooted over leaving room for Usagi to join him as he set his phone down. "Dee said Hyo's fine, he's stable and should be good to come home tomorrow as long as he doesn't over do it. And I told Raph I'd be home soon, after we go to your place and get whatever you might need to spend the night. I-If you still want to that is.." "I'm glad he's alright, and yes Leo. I'm still planning to stay the night." He chuckled as he scooted closer, resting his head against the sliders shoulder, "I'm glad you bought us a bit of time though, I was hoping to properly thank you for tonight." Leo looked down at him, very confused as to what he meant, "But I thought you did? You said thank you like twice and y'know- We kissed downstairs, was that not a proper thank you?" Usagi looked back up at him unamused, "It was, but don't you recall I said, 'if we both come back in one piece I'll kiss your wounds better and then some' hm?" Leo blushed a bit nodded, "Well.. Yeah, but I didn't know if you were serious or just saying things to get me to go-" "You're very cute when you're confused, did you know that?" Leo rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Usagi pulling him closer, "Excuse you- I'm cute all the time~" "True... Then, you are especially cute when you're confused, and when you do that thing where you tilt your head to the side, like an animal trying to understand the language." Leo rolled his eyes again gently nudging him, "I'm taking that as a compliment. But we probably shouldn't be gone much longer, Raph is like, the king of worry. I'm giving you like.. Fifteen minutes, get some pajamas and whatever you need for the night."

"Would you be opposed for staying like this a bit longer? I only need five to get ready anyway. " Leo thought about it for a moment, he really didn't need much convincing. "Mm.. Fine, only cause you're so soft and fluffy. But only ten minutes alright? Then you can help me re-wrap my arms and we'll head out." "Mhmm. Anything you say love."

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Donatello pulled his mug of the shelf in their kitchen, filling it with 90% ristretto and 10% creamer. He saw the tech on the wrist light up and gave a tired glance. He hadn't been sleeping as well as he could have with the series of new projects he'd been hyper-focusing on lately. Seeing the alert he spat the sip he'd just taken and slammed his mug down going to the medbay to get April.

This was not the day he was hoping to have.

Not in the slightest.

"April-!" He called as he pulled the fabric curtain back, hoping there'd been no issues. She perked up from the beanbag chair in the corner, she'd been peacefully doing her homework with her phone beside her playing some music quietly.

She perked up a little surprised that he didn't just text her, "What's up? Did something happen to the mutant dude?" Donne hesitated but nodded and made his way over to April showing her his notification, "I might have added some of my nanotech into the IV Leo gave our patient. It's revolutionary stuff really, it circulates the bloodstream doing dozens of internal scans so even if my external scanner is in use or not close by I can still be connected to the vitals and see what's going on. And even-" "Donnie get to the point!" "Right right sorry- Part of the functions was not only monitoring the system but also tracking what passes though! And as we all know it takes about 40 hours before what you've eaten fully passes and becomes untraceable-" "..I didn't know that." Part 9.2

Part 1

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ivanajpeg · 11 months ago

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ODESTA WEEK (DAY 1 MODERN AU)

Where Annie is a fashion design student and Finnick helps her with homework.

Note 1: this is gonna be very short cause I forgot to do it yesterday, but still I want to do the whole week. tonight I will post the one that's actually meant for today.

Note 2: english is not my first language so there might be some mistakes, please forgive me.

I hope you enjoy i even thought its quite short.

Annie was a very hardworking student and Finnick knew this. Opposite from the general public opinion, design degrees are very complicated degrees at certain level.

Annie was a fashion design student and she would often ask Finnick (and sometimes Johanna) for help in some projects.

They were either models for her projects, or would help her with other things like getting materials for her or even helping her cook when she had a lot of work.

It was her finals week and she had to turn in a project for her draw course for that semester. She was currently drawing Finnick for this project, she has drawn Finnick so many times that she thought it would be easy for her. She was so wrong for this.

“Can I move now?” Finnick asked, she had been “still” for a lot of hours in his opinion. In reality he was there for just 15 minutes.

“No. Stop moving for the love of god” Annie said, slightly frustrated. not at Finnick though, her frustration came from stress as she couldn't manage to finish a project that was supposed to be easy.

“You know… i think you need to relax”

“I don't need to relax; I need to finish”

Finnick stood up from where he was and walked towards her

“Finnick, what are you doing you have to-”

“shhh…” he placed his finger on her mouth “Ann, you need to rest. Your project is due till next week, i think you can rest for at least 1 hour”

“Finn-”

“Nope, end of discussion. you're resting” he took her from her shoulders and made her sit on the couch “now, you lay down and rest. I will make something special to you”

Annie didn't protest, she knew it was useless. she just laid down and closed her eyes for a moment. she didn't realize how tired she actually was until she fell asleep almost instantly.

Finnick watched her from the kitchen with a small soft smile that was replaced with a concerned expression. He knew how Annie worked to have good grades but he also knew that at certain points that wasn't healthy.

While Annie slept, Finnick prepared her favorite food for her. He made sure to make it perfectly. He saw her again sleeping on the couch, he had a great idea. He sneaked out of their apartment to go buy her favorite flowers and her favorite candy.

When he came back she was still asleep. He waited for a couple of minutes for her to wake up. When she woke up he approached her.

“How do you feel now?”

“Better, I think I really needed that” she admitted, a bit ashamed.

“I have a surprise for you” she took her hands and guided her to the kitchen.

She was mesmerized when she saw what Finnick made for her.

“Finn… I-” she said “you didn't had to…” she smiled at him “thank you” she hugged him “thank you so much”

“You don't have to thank me, Ann… you deserve this and more” she hugged her back and kissed the top of her head “You're the most hardworking, smart, talented and beautiful girl in this universe, I swear I would give you anything"

They sat on the table and enjoyed their meal. Annie was happy and Finnick as well. They laughed, talked and shared sweet moments.

(1 week later)

Annie managed to submit her project in time and the grade was just as she wanted to be.

"See, I told you you were getting a good grade" Finnick said "You're extremely talented, everyone with eyes can see that" She kissed her forehead.

"Thank you for believign in me... that really means a lot" Annie said from the bottom of her heart, she really loved Finnick and she was so grateful he was supporting her in this journey of life "I love you so much, Finn" she hugged him.

"And I love you more, Annie..." he hugged her back "more than words could ever express"

#odesta week #odesta #annie cresta #finnick odair #the hunger games #odesta fanfiction #thg #hunger games #hunger games fanfiction #distric 4 #honestly i think i could have done it better #i forgot to post it yesterady #i swear im gonna make it better in the next one #i have a lot of homework #english is not my first language

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frogofalltime · 1 year ago

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day 18

i once again did not take my meds today. i've decided to give up on adhd medication or at least stimulants.

i had a very weird and intense dream overnight. i described it to robin and they were like wtf

i woke up at 8am but i didn't get to sleep until late last night and i was too tired to get up. so i went back to sleep until 10am lol

i had breakfast and read a chapter of my book. then i listened to a youtube video essay and got dressed.

i went to @etherealspacejelly 's house to help with some chores he hasn't been able to do due to being unwell. the weather was really nice, it felt like spring at last !!

i had lunch and then went to my doctors appointment with @wiggles-mcgee (thank you so much for coming with me !!) my doctor told me she actually hadn't been informed of my adhd diagnosis which is hella sus ??? and she said it is okay to take adhd meds with antidepressants but if it's making me feel worse (which it definitely is) then she agreed with me that stopping taking them was a good idea.

then we went back to the house, i helped robin with some more stuff but i got very tired and nauseous and had to lie down. i listened to robin reading through some homework and watching a youtube video. i couldn't speak and i dozed off a little but i managed not to fall asleep.

then i felt mostly okay again, me and robin talked for a while about how supernatural is so fun but also very problematic lmao, i accidentally kept interrupting so i had to shut up. i would like to be better at communication but alas i have both autism and adhd :')

i had a headache and needed to take my antidepressant meds so i got up and did that and also had a snack. robin made some food but started feeling Bad again so it went upstairs to be alone and i stayed downstairs and played minecraft with our friends.

i kept getting killed by mobs in minecraft so after about an hour i gave up and went home. my mum called me and i talked to her for ten or twenty minutes. then i decompressed for a while before taking a shower.

showering is always hard for me, tonight it was even more difficult than usual because i felt so exhausted and i had a sensory overload. i wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. i don't listen to music in the shower anymore because i find it overstimulating.

finally i got out of the shower, put my pyjamas on, did my prayers, and ate some soup and bread as a late evening meal.

now i just have to wash my dishes and brush my teeth and go to bed. i have a 9am class tomorrow so i have to get up very early. i'm hoping i will get to sleep quickly instead of waiting for my brain to switch off until 3am like it has been most nights lately.

#medicated binya #or more like #unmedicated binya #lmao #adhd #audhd #adhd meds #adhd medication

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m-i-s-a-n-t-r-o-p · 2 years ago

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✨4/11/23✨

things i did for school today

- finally organised my study materials and made a study plan for the next two months (i am kind of overwhelmed by the amount of things i have to do but i’ll take it one day at a time and everything will be ok)

- studied physics with my friend and understood a chapter i did not understand before

- finished my 3D model homework, i just have to convert it to pdf and send it to my professor for a final evaluation

- took some notes for architecture class

- found study materials for a really complicated class about technology and i am both really happy about the information in there and really terrified of how many pages i’ll have to read through :’)

selfcare moments

- laughing with my friend about how dumb we both are regarding physics

- talking to my other friend

- going to get my packages (finally some comfortable clothes from vinted!)

- having a nice cup of tea

- listening to good music

- cleaned my room!!!

what i’m grateful for

- my boyfriend

- my friends

- motivation to study

- my school’s open hours (it’s open till midnight even during weekends!)

- warm clothes

- music

- my roommates (we decided to do secret santa and i’m so excited about it<3)

tasks i’d like to do tomorrow

- study physics (again lol)

- draw some sketches for my studio project

- either take some notes for classes where i’m falling behind or start my essay for descriptive geometry

- go grocery shopping

how i felt today

well today was weird but a good kind of weird. i was all over the place and at times i felt so nervous about all the things i have to do, especially because i feel like i’m running out of time (november coming so unexpectedly made me look back at what i’d done si far and i realised i wasn’t all that productive as i probably should have been). but i met up with my friend (who i feel might become my best friend pretty soon! she’s just so amazing and we laugh a lot and the vibe is just so warm and nice) and studied and i’m also spending the night with my boyfriend so it’s not all that bad in the end. remember to cherish the people in your life, they can help make the burden of living life a little bit easier to bear🫶🏻

🎧tonight is the night i die - palaye royale

✍🏻if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more

peaceeee aaaand looooveeee

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valentinespelldon · 3 days ago

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DULL SPORT-FOUR

-four- donnies pov

Hey! I was so excited writing this chapter! I hope it’s starting to get interesting. Ive posted some art/ref pics to go with it.

I adjust my glasses while waiting impatiently for everyone to be ready. Im standing in front of Mikeys bedroom while he obsesses over his outfit for tonight.

Im wearing a linen cami and a patchwork flowy pajama pants. I thought i should wear something that makes me feel comfortable, but i still cant help but think of what Joney will-

“What about this one?” He inquires, grinning wildly, which signals to me that this is the one he likes the best.

“Looks great.” I reply, because it does-Mikey looks cool in anything. Its his favorite spiderman onesie that had been lost to the blackhole of his closet.

“Thanks dude, yours too!”

—

At exactly 7:30 pm, Raph finally got dressed, and at 7:35 pm everyone was ready to go. Mona, Miwa, Mikey, Leo, Raph, Venus and I made 7 people, which had begun to be a struggle transportation wise.

Typically the girls went together their own way and the rest of us went another way.

First we met the girls on the roof of Joney’s apartment complex. After Joney gave us the go, we snuck in through his bedroom window.

I was the last person in, but i was surprised when i made eye contact with J and he was looking only at me.

“Hey dude!” He smiled while i took him into a side hug. “How are you?” He asked me-not in the small talk way, but in the curious way, as seen by his expectant stare.

“Pretty good, you?” I ask, glancing around to observe that J had put up fairy lights.

“Good, tired,” i looked back to him. His eyes looked sleepy.

“Good thing this is a sleepover,” Miwa remarked, pulling out her journal from her very neat backpack. J looked at her stationary confused- “yo, schools out now, you know that?”

“Yes. i have summer homework, and i like to write,” she explained. Joney had a look of pure astonishment. Miwa and J are polar opposites.

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At 9pm, after eating some pizza and getting ready for bed, everyone is busy. Mikey and Raph are competing in Mario kart on Casey’s actually charged for once switch. Leo is with Mona and Venus, rating edits. Miwa is writing something in a diary, and im trying to prevent J from drinking a monster at such an ungodly hour.

“But then i can just sleep at 5 like you!” He argues, hands firm on the ultra sunrise.

“Joney, its not my decision but its one youre going to regret.”

“Whatever…” he sighed, but let go of the beverage, so success? “wanna make some bracelets?”

“OOO BRACELETS?” Mikey calls from his place on the floor, still somehow winning.

“Yah!” J suddenly pulls out a huge plastic baggy full of every bead imaginable.

“I dont know how to make one,” Raph speaks up after losing again.

“Me niether,” Mona and Miwa both agree. I didnt even realize Miwa was listening, she seemed so occupied with her journal.

Mikey and Venus immediately volunteer to teach them. Joney sits crisscrossed leaning on me. “Lets make matching ones,” he invites excitedly.

“You mean, like, just us?” I stammer.

“If you want.”

“Okay, what should they look like?”

“Oh uh…i dunno. But i got these cute sugar skull beads for yours and these look like your necklace,” he offers.

I freeze for only a second, semi-self concious that he was looking near my chest. But im not upset about it persay. And sure enough, they look just like sea glass.

“Nice! What else?” I ask.

“…uhhh.”

“I saw this thing where they made bracelets the color of each others eyes,” i nervously smile.

“Awww! Lets do that, your eyes are so pretty,” he comments, immediately sifting through his beads.

I flush at that. “Thanks, Joney. I thought they were weird,” i was the only brother who inherited a black sclera from my turtle genes.

“You kidding?” He looks in genuine disbelief, “hm, goes to show…one mans trash and all that,” he remarks, using my phone’s light to examine an inky black bead.

Interesting take on that phrase, using it to refer to insecurities. “Thats very wise. Also, let me fix your phone,” i demand.

“No, Don.” He looks up to make eye contact. “If you fix my phone, youll wanna fix my jacket, and my gear, and my furniture. I have too many things broken, dude. Its my responsibility,” he explains for the first time.

“I didnt know you felt that way. But if youre thinking its a bother, its really not,” i assure. “Fixing my friends stuff is how i show i care. Please let me do something for you,” i continued.

He chews on his lip and nods slowly, thinking. “Well, i-“ he pauses. “Youve done a lot for me already. Besides..you can learn, maybe, another way to show you care?” He proposes.

I stare at him, drawing a blank. His facial expression changes to embarrassment, maybe disappointment, hoping for an answer i cant give him, before he turns back to his jewerly. I realize i havent been looking for any beads.

We sit in silence, gathering beads and then putting them in order on string. I chose dark brown stars and marbeled white and grey ones, black skull beads and miscellaneous ones i thought looked pretty. I used purple elastic to incorporate myself into it.

He chose translucent amber spheres, ones that imitated seaglass, and the shiniest, blackest beads ever.

We both snuck some silver hearts in and added our initial.

—

Continues in chapter five !

PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK-

#tmnt #donnie x casey #jonatello #donnie tmnt #donatello hamato #tmnt donatello #casey jones #gay #tmnt iteration #tmnt fanfiction

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idontplaytrack · 11 months ago

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Live and die this way?

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, angst, mentions of poverty, reader has a bad home life, Capri & reader fight

Capri’s got your back, she’s protective of you. But nothing can block out the sound of other people’s opinions. Though it was the consequence of your decision after all…

“What the fuck’s been going on with you?”

“What the fuck’s been going on with me? Trust me, Capri. You don’t wanna know.”

“Okay, well— I don’t want to be snapped at for every little thing. For asking how your day was, what you wanna do this weekend, what you want to have for dinner tonight.” Capri scoffs.

“Fuck.” You cursed.

“Fuck’d be right. I don’t know what has gotten into you, it’s like you have gotten my attitude all of a sudden these few weeks.” She spat, words harsh and laced with anger.

“I’m going home.” You hastily picked your backpack up from where you’d tossed it and slung it over your shoulder.

“Fine, leave. That’s all you’ve been doing these days, avoiding stuff.”

You stopped moving, heart sinking to your stomach as tears pricked at your eyes. You took a deep breath and left anyway, she didn’t stop you.

PDA was fine, so great. People knew you belonged to her and you were now basically untouchable. But as good as that was, that to you, also meant that shit was serious. So, you got scared. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her that while she lived in a literal mansion with her family, you lived in an apartment with yours. A two-bedroom that barely fit the five of you. Tensions were always high, your parents were always yelling at you for things that were your younger siblings’ mistakes. Sometimes, for nothing at all. You hated spending time at home. You absolutely could not get one moment of peace at home.

So, you took a detour and went to a bodega, debating between a drink for your thirst or a snack. You chose the latter, paid for it and continued your walk to the park where you stayed for the next two hours, doing your homework. Then, it was time for a change of scenery. You went to the library and soon found an open table. Setting your things down, you looked through shelf after shelf, picking out a few books to read so you could pass time till the place closed for the day.

“Have you eaten anything yet today?” You heard a familiar voice ask you quietly. You looked up from the book, meeting the librarian’s gaze. “At school.” You nodded.

“We just restocked the pantry. Help yourself to something if you’d like. And before you go home.”

“Thanks, Margaret.” You nod. She flashes you a kind smile before leaving you alone again.

Eyeing your phone on the short stack of books, you were tempted to grab it and see if Capri had texted you— you’d turned on Do Not Disturb on your phone when you left her house. But, her calls were set to still come in if she did call you. And your phone didn’t ring, so you knew for a fact that she didn’t call you.

At the end of the day, no matter how bad shit got, you still just wanted someone there to love you. But you’ve fucked things up over and over again with Capri lately, it was a wonder she didn’t get mad immediately. You knew it wouldn’t be easy to get things back to how they were with her. This was your fault. You’ve built a wall around your heart over the years, going through things where you could not share for fear of being judged or misunderstood. You were poor— your family struggled to pay bills, your Dad lived like beer bottles were his best friend while your Mom could not muster up the courage to leave.

Halfway through a book, you got up to use the restroom, passing by the pantry on your way. While walking back to your table, you stopped outside the pantry and peeled inside, deciding to step inside to take a look. You grabbed a mini bag of Goldfish crackers and a water before settling back down at your table. Margaret saw you, nodded and smiled— relieved that you had gotten yourself a bite to eat.

————

“We’re closing up, dearie.” You felt a tap on your shoulder and your eyes snap open.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. It’s not much, but we got you something for dinner at least.” She assured, “Here. Have a safe trip home.”

You quickly packed up and grabbed the brown paper bag from her, “Thank you, Margaret. Good night.”

“Of course, honey. You too.”

You left, stepping out into the chilly fall night. The cold air pierced your skin as your finger tips cling onto the hem of your sweatshirt. The paper bag was held between your fingertips as you walked home. But, it wasn’t long before your curiosity took over and you peeked into the bag. Unwrapping the hot dog, you took a bite. Right then, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket. And buzzing. And buzzing. It was a call.

You saw who it was from, you just didn’t feel like you should pick up her call. Tossing the wrapper and paper bag in the trash, you focus was now fully on your phone screen. She was texting you. Repeatedly. Still, you ignored it in an attempt to empty your racing mind. Until…you couldn’t. Capri pulls up, right next to you. You froze, paralysed with fear when you heard her calling your name.

“Get in.”

“No.”

“Get in the car, y/n. I’m not kidding— it’s not safe.”

Your apartment building was right ahead, but Capri was right beside you. Was she telling the truth? How did she know?

“Baby, get in the car.” Capri repeated herself, “Please. Get in. I want you to be safe.”

You bit the bullet and heeded her advice. Or warning. Whichever it was, you were now in the girl’s car. “How’d you find me?”

“Why is this what you’re worried about?” She asks quietly.

“How’d you find me, Capri?” You insisted.

“No one’s seen you all afternoon. I got worried and asked around. Darby told me—”

You sniffled. “I’m not— I’m good enough for you, come on. We come from different worlds, Capri.”

She kept quiet, but she thought that was a load of bull. She simply loved you, she didn't care how different you were from her. That was actually what she fell in love with— she was extroverted, life of the party. But you, were an introvert, always confident in your own little world. You didn't know everything about her like the rest of the school did...Capri found you mysterious.

"You didn't have to come look for me you know. My life's just...like that. Always have, and always will."

"It doesn't have to be." She says while shutting the front door. "Sit down, let's talk."

You sigh, chewing on your lower lips and picking at your nails nervously. "Sit down." She says with a hand on your shoulder. You finally obliged. "I don't want you to carry everything yourself. Please, talk to me, sweetheart."

Silence fell between you and Capri, the air was heavy and tense. You were still stuck on whether or not to tell her. You swallowed harshly, fiddling with your thumbs as you stared at your feet, "There's no point. I still have to go home, face my Dad who drinks like his life depends on it, my Mom calling me all sorts of shit and accusing me for not doing the chores, protecting my sisters from them."

"You can stay here."

"Oh, and leave my sisters alone? Do my parents need more things to get mad at me about?" You huffed, "It was already selfish of me to turn away and get in your car." "Baby, it's not selfish to put yourself first. You've done a lot for your family. More than enough, it's not solely your responsibility." "You're just saying that." You sniffed, exhaling shakily.

“y/n, listen to me. You need to take care of yourself.”

“Well, I’m trying!” You replied through gritted teeth. “You love me and that scares me, I have never known love to be what you give me. For as long I can remember, love meant doing chores before being asked to, mediating my sisters’ fights and squabbles, obeying my parents even though I know in my heart that what they’re saying to me, calling me, is wrong and hurtful and it sucks but I had to do everything so that there was peace in the house, peace for me, so that I didn’t have to get screamed at. I don’t know what to do with myself when it turns out that love was calm, and sweet and it makes me happy. But I just feel like it shouldn’t be this way, I don’t deserve it. So I’ve been pushing you away but you just keep getting closer and closer and I just— I feel like I have to run away.”

You feel Capri put her hand on your shoulder again, you fought the urge to shrug it off. “I’m so sorry, Capri. You shouldn’t have to deal with me being so mean to you, you are the last person I should be lashing out at.”

“y/n, I know you are sorry but you don’t need to be, because I get it. It’s not fair, life isn’t fair but I am so glad you don’t have to shoulder it alone. I’m so glad you trust me enough to let out your feelings like that with me. I am not going to let you live and die this way. You deserve to live your best life, getting to enjoy your life, unafraid.”

You choked on a sob and repeatedly apologised to her despite what she said. “Can I hug you?” She asks, voice cracking. Instantly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around her before she could even process what you just did. But instinctively, you feel her rubbing your back while your tears seeped into her shirt. “It’s okay, you’re alright. I promise. I’ll do everything I can to make sure no one hurts you anymore.” She whispers, “I got you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You cried, “I— I’m sorry, I need some time to just calm down and stop— stop crying.”

“I can leave the room for a bit if you want me to.”

“Is it okay if I take a shower?” You asked, barely coherent.

“Of course.” She held out a hand for you to grab and pulled you up when you held on.

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“Wait, wait. One second. I bought a body wash for you because the fragrance in mine made your skin itch when you used it.” She held onto your wrist. Capri opens up a cabinet behind the sink mirror and handed a bottle of Method body wash to you. “Had dinner yet, sweetheart?”

“I had a hot dog.”

“Do you want anything else?”

“I’m not hungry, Capri. It’s okay.”

“Bloated?” She asks knowingly.

“I’ll make you some tea, hm?”

You smiled lightly, taking the bottle along with clothes and towel before shutting the door behind yourself, “Alright.”

She leaves as soon as the door closes— you hear the footsteps departing. You start to take some deep breaths to regulate your breathing, empty and calm your mind. Turning the tap on, you feel the water start to hit your bare back. It relaxes you gradually, allowing your eyes to shut. Once your body felt okay, you started to actually shower. When you were done, you got dressed and went back out back into Capri’s bedroom. A mug of tea was waiting for you on the nightstand. You sat down, and right at that moment, Capri walked in.

“I know you said you didn’t want to eat anything, but I still brought some cookies up here if you wanted them later.” She sat right by you, “Do you feel better?”

Silently, you gave her a nod then put your legs under her duvet to keep warm. Capri strokes your cheek with her thumb, “That’s good.” Next, you took the mug and took slow sips of the beverage, just staring into space as you drank. Enjoying the silence, the peace…Capri’s company. You looked at her, then you simply couldn’t look away. You thought she looked so beautiful and your heart just skipped a beat. Smiling to yourself, she caught you looking. Capri chuckles, “Hi, you.”

You blushed, quickly looking away.

Her hand finds your thigh, caressing your skin tenderly. “Do you wanna watch TV?”

“Mm, no.” You told her, “Kinda just…wanna finish this drink and get some sleep.”

“That’s alright. Of course.” She said back, “Also, if anyone dares to say anything to you at school or anywhere…let me know and I’ll give them a piece of my mind. No one talks shit about my love and gets away with it. They need to know that they’re messing with the wrong person and be put in their place because our business isn't their business. It’s our relationship.”

“Maybe we dial back on the PDA a little?”

“That too, sure. As long as you feel comfortable, that’s all that matters. Because no matter what, you…are my girl. If you know it, and I know it. Who else needs to know? Not their business anyway.” She scooted closer to you, winding a careful arm around you.

“I really appreciate all of this, Capri. And you. Thank you.”

“You’ve said that enough, baby. I hear you, I know you are grateful. You don’t have to keep saying it. I’m just doing what I should do as a partner to help you. Keep you safe. So that we get to keep sharing our lives together.”

After a bit, you both got ready for bed and got under the covers. You habitually slept near the edge but quickly feel Capri pull you away from there and closer to herself. “Good night, my love.” She says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Sleep tight.”

“Good night, Capri.” You replied, “I love you.”

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