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Through the Lens of Love

He's an infamous photographer known for his skill to capture the beauty in everything with a click and flash of his camera. He has traveled to great lengths through different landscapes, sceneries all around the world, with nothing in hand but his camera. For his entire career, he viewed these various places through the eyes of his lens rather than his own as he thought it meant he could never miss the moment for the shot. To him, everything is more appealing through a lens.

Yet, despite the acclaim his photos brought him, he always felt an ache—a yearning for something more.

A lively festival at his next location is where he decided he'll take his next big shot. He's been shuttering his camera all day at anything and everything, though none struck his appeal. As dusk approached, he still had nothing.

In defeat, he looked over to the horizon to see the moon and the sun collide, painting the sky a hue of pink and orange with hints of purple. A sunset was so cliché, but he still put his camera up to his eye to capture the moment. Focusing his camera, he prepared to take the last shot of the day. His pointer finger hovered over the trigger to take the photo. Just as he was about to press the button, a figure came into view—you.

His eyes slightly widened behind the lens. He's never felt this way before. He couldn't put a finger on this feeling, but he knew he didn't want to miss the moment for a photo. The shot he saw in his viewfinder was perfect.

CLICK

the sun's rays scattered around your figure CLICK

your eyes sparkling in the fading light CLICK

the gentle breeze tousling your hair CLICK

the colors of the sun dancing across your skin CLICK

It was you, that is perfect.

The last shuttering sound of his camera caught your attention. Looking toward the sound, you made contact with his lens. His face was hidden behind the camera, and you couldn't know, but he was staring directly into your eyes. Surprised to see the camera pointing toward you, you playfully struck different poses, and he didn't hesitate to capture each one.

Through each moment, each capture, he drank you in. With the help of his camera, he saw the wonderful features of your eyes squinting as your lips upturned into a smile, breaking into a full, toothy grin. Zooming out, he captured your body, the clothes you were wearing, revealing your style, adding to your essence. Moments passed, and he kept taking pictures. You started to get flustered; you laughed heartily, a sound he couldn’t hear but managed to capture.

You offered him a smile and a wave, and he dropped his camera, returning your wave and warm smile. He took in your features, noting every detail of you. His own two eyes landed on you without the assistance of his camera. In this moment, the world stopped, and all he could see was you.

He realized the most beautiful moments weren’t just captured; they were lived and felt with the heart, and what he felt in his heart was love.

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the fic if y/n had no personality and no backstory

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"Palestinians were killed long before Hamas was formed and would still be getting killed even if Hamas never existed."

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ᴛᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇsᴛ

sɪʀᴇɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ

★ Word count: 2k+

★ WARNINGS: Smut (mdni!!), blowjob, public sex

★ Note: need to get this out of my drafts so I can move on, and start other writing projects. Happy New Years everyone!

★ read the first part before reading this

Despite nearly losing his life a few months ago, Osamu continued his trips to the sea as he still had a business to run, but he consciously looked for you. He didn't understand why he was determined to search for the one who attempted to take his life, but he followed his heart nonetheless.

He searched for you in every inch of the ocean. Through waves and storms, he waited for the day he would catch even a glimpse of your silhouette again.

He spent days on end scanning the horizon, hope flowing through him one day when he saw a tail that was similar to yours. However, his hope turned into disappointment when a dolphin leapt from below and danced in the air, taunting him before diving back into the water.

Though he didn't give up, he continued to listen to your familiar symphony. Then, one day, when hearing echoes from deep in the waters, he looked over the edge, expecting you, only to find a whale swimming underneath his boat, teasing him with a song he should’ve known was incomparable to yours. The same occurrences continued, and you were nowhere to be found, leaving him to return to his restaurant with a boat full of ingredients and a heart that remained empty.

“Have a good day," Osamu sent off yet another satisfied customer. It was a busy day at Onigiri Miya; behind the sent-away customers were many more in line, waiting for their meal. He had a long day ahead of him. As the customer left the restaurant, one of Osamu’s employees rushed in with a panicked look on his face.

"What's going on?" Osamu's concern heightened.

"There's a creature—no, a monster by the shore," his employee exclaimed, urgency edging his voice. "The others are trying to drive it away, but it won’t leave!"

The words creature and monster weren’t the words to describe you, but upon first glance, to those who didn’t understand your beauty do come to mind. The customer and his employee didn’t get the excitement on his face, but he knew it was you.

"Stay here," Osamu instructed his employee, a determined glint in his eyes. Leaving the evening rush of hungry customers to his employee, Osamu went outside, making his way to the shore, following the yells and screams of his employees.

His eyes widened at the sight of you; he had searched everywhere for you, and there you were simultaneously on the shore, your otherworldly form exposed for everyone to see while you sneered at two of Osamu’s employees, who used sharp sticks in an attempt to ward you away. His heart skipped a beat, a wave of protectiveness washing over him.

“Hey, stop!” Osamu raised his voice, grabbing the sticks from the hands of his employees.

"B-but boss, it's a monster!" One of them protested, their voice trembling. Offended by their choice of words, you gave them a fierce snarl as a warning, and they silenced their objections, stumbling back away from you.

"Let me handle this." Osamu's voice was softer now, a gentle reassurance as he looked at you with a mixture of concern and relief. "You two, get back inside."

“You hear that? You’re dead meat!” One employee taunted, feeling more confident with Osamu there.

"Yeah, maybe the boss will make you into a good Onigiri snack!” The two employees snickered at you behind Osamus' back, but their laughter quickly died as you bared your teeth, revealing your razor teeth, sending them retreating, tripping over their feet, and back inside the restaurant.

Osamu's words tumbled out when his employees were out of sight: "Why are you here?"

You regarded him with a familiar smile. "Did you miss me, sailor man?" Your voice was sultry and enticing, as he remembered.

Osamu's heart raced as he found himself slowly falling into your trap of allure, though he knew how to avoid it. "No," he lied, his voice soft but determined. "Go back into the water before someone sees."

Your laughter danced on the sea breeze, sending shivers down his spine.

"Why? Won’t you protect me, sailor man?"

"Stop calling me that. And get back; there are people everywhere." He repeated.

Though you weren't worried about anyone else, there was a reason you came to the shore. You wanted to continue the conversation, so you slithered closer to him. "What's your name?" you inquired.

Osamu's heart raced as you came closer till you were at his feet, his resistance failing against the heat of your presence. Grabbing a hold of his ankles, you knocked Osamu down onto the sand, and you lay on top of him, your face centimeters away from his.

"What are you-?"

"Tell me your name." You stated again your tone more serious. His defenses crumbled against your command, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Osamu Miya," he breathed, his voice carrying the weight of defeat to resist you.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your lips. "Osamu, what a pretty name," you whispered, your words caressing against his ear. Your sharp nails are gently dragging down his neck.

"Do you want to know my name?" You questioned.

Osamu's heart raced as you slithered down his body, with the point of your nails trailing down, feeling as if the world around him dissolved into your haze of allure.

"I want to know why you're here," Osamu replied, trying his best to keep his composure.

"You humiliated me, Osamu," you revealed. "You evaded my lethal song, leaving me weak. I’m dying, Osamu."

“I was trying to save myself from you, who tried to kill me!” He retorted.

"Are you still mad about that?" you huffed. “I’m sorry, ok? But I need you to help me.”

All he heard in that sentence was, ‘I need you.’ You needed him. He owed nothing to you, yet he felt in his heart that he had to, and he didn’t want to lose you again. "What do you want me to do?"

"All you have to do is say my name," you revealed.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/n.” It was, as expected, a name that matched your beauty and was perfect for you. But he despised it, knowing it had made him fall deeply in love with you.

"And then what?" he questioned.

Instead of answering, you made your way to his pants.

"W-what are you doing?" Osamu asked, startled, his heart pounding in his chest.

"You'll help me, won't you, Osamu?" You asked, your eyes locking onto him with an intense and desperate gaze.

"Yes," he agreed.

"Then all you need to do is say my name and look into my eyes.”

Dipping down to his crotch, Osamu's breath hitches as you unzip his pants and reveal his hard length bulging through his boxers. He was overwhelmingly big in length and width, and as much confidence you exuded, you'd never been as close to or ever come into contact with a man as you are now with Osamu, let alone given a blowjob to anyone before.

"What, you can’t take it?" Past the view of his swollen cock, you saw the smug look plastered on Osamu's face. It’s clear this wasn't his first time; he's done this before, probably with people more experienced than you. But that only fueled your determination to captivate him, to have him under your spell, which he's escaped before, though this time you'll have him succumb to his knees. It was the only way to save your life.

And so you took your time wrapping your hand around his shaft, slowly pumping him, and running your protracted tongue along the veins of his base to his swollen tip, catching the pre-cum that dribbled.

"Oh fuck," He can't help himself; the sight of you is making his body shake with need. It made his mind go blank. He wanted nothing more than to praise you and beg you for more, but he didn't know the troubles that would fall on him if he chanted your name.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking him into your mouth and letting him fill your throat. In pleasure, he threw his head back, digging his hands into the sand for leverage as a stream of strained moans tumbled from his lips. He cursed, and you glanced up at him, expecting to meet his eyes, but instead were met with Adam's apple that bobbed.

"Osamu, look at me." Your velvety yet sultry voice is what compelled him to obey; he lowered his head and locked eyes with you. Your eyes brimmed with lust and desire, making him feel as though he’d plunged into the depths of an enchanting abyss full of secrets and allure. Unable to look away, Osamu knew he was entrapped in the effect of a siren's gaze.

With his attention on you, you dipped back down to his cock, dragging your tongue against his length before hollowing your cheeks to take him into your mouth once again. He guides his hand to your head, his fingers delicately entwining in your hair, trying to maintain his composure as he slowly unravels under your touch.

He moans again, and you feel him throbbing as you slurp him deep, drowning out the sounds of the waves and the distant calls of Osamu’s name.

It wasn't until the voices were close that Osamu heard his name being called. It was his employees checking to see if Osamu was still alive. Which he was. Alive and balls deep inside your mouth. The two of you were behind a large rock out of view, but the voices of his employees got even closer, and he didn't want to be seen or interrupted.

"Shit, I need to get up," he whispered.

But you didn't care; you've yet to reach your goal, so disregarding Osamu, you continue bobbing your head fast, and he bites his lip, the pain only making him harder.

" they'll find-" He was cut off by the feeling of his balls in your hand, his body tensing up. Osamu could hear his employees getting closer, and you continued sucking his cock, ignoring him as he tried to warn you again. 

"You're going to get us caught," Osamu growled, and he felt you smirk around his cock. His grip on your hair tightened. His employees were calling for him again, though he kept as quiet as possible, holding in his grunts and moans. Osamu could only listen helplessly as his employees got closer to where the two of you were.

Osamu's body tenses again, the feeling of him about to explode, and his grip on your hair tightens. His employee now only stood inches on the opposite side of the rock. Osamu held his breath as his employee went to look on the side of the rock where you two were, his fingers grazing on the rock, looking around for his boss. He looked to the left, then turned his head towards where he would find you and Osamu.

When another employee called after him. The first employee's attention was diverted before he could see you and Osamu, and he retreated back toward the restaurant.

When the employee's footsteps disappear, Osamu grabs a handful of your hair, throwing your head back and releasing your mouth, as the saliva that had formed between him and you spills out from your mouth as his dick slips out with a pop. 

"You've been so naughty today," Osamu's voice is deep and full of desire. Without waiting for a response, Osamu thrust his cock deep down your throat, a gagging noise escaping from your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

"First, you come to my restaurant for everyone to see, after I searched for you everywhere." He continued at his ruthless pace, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat while a mixture of tears, drool, and pre-cum coated his cock.

"And then you decide to tease me and play with my mind and my feelings." He continued, "Your tight grip on his waist grew weak, and he didn't bother with gentleness, his hips moving recklessly.

"Did you think I would fall for your game again Y/n?" He rasped. A mortal man has uttered your name... the only way for you to gain your siren abilities back, to save your life. though it couldn't be just any man, but one, who was in love with you.

His hips sputtered as he chanted your name in praise, and with every chant, the hue in your eyes intensified, strength surged through your veins as they pulsed, and, most importantly, your song found its way into your vocal cords.

You let him take over and do as he pleases, enjoying his loss of control and how you're the only one who can make him like this. He was now under your allure with no way to escape; you had full control over his mind, heart, and life in your hands.

As his hips started to move faster, you felt him throb and knew he was close. He didn't want it to stop, but his body felt like it wasn't under his control anymore, and he couldn't stand anymore. His cock was pulsating as he came into your mouth again, and his hot cum coated the inside of your mouth.

When his cock slipped from your lips, his legs gave out, and he let his head rest on the face of the rock. As he lay on the sand, catching his breath, he looked at you, a slight smile plastered on your face and cum dripping down the side of your mouth.

"What did you do?" he muttered.

"I didn't do anything," you replied, still smiling.

In the distance, a shout of Osamu's name rang out from the restaurant, diverting his attention away from you.

"This was fun, though you should get back to work, Osamu," you suggested, already retreating into the water.

"Where are you going? You can't leave yet."

"Don’t get sentimental on me now," you teased. “You know what they’ll do to me if they see me."

"I’ll protect you." He suggested also entering the water and wrapping his arms around your body. His lips met yours in an instant, and a passionate kiss was shared between the two of you as the waves crashed around you.

Your plan had exceeded your expectations; he was captivated and in love with you. His devotion toward you endeared you; you’d come back for revenge, and fear it has backfired.

Another call to Osamu's name echoed, and in the distance, he spotted his employees making their way toward the two of you, now out in the open for everyone to see.

"Stay with me," he urged. You were taken aback. A wave of déjà vu swept over you; you’d also tried to coerce him once, as he is doing to you now. It was a new sensation; you, siren, had never fallen for a man before. You wonder if he was the one doing a spell on you.

"Come with me," he repeated, searching your eyes for a response.

Though it was too late, as Osamu's employees reached the shore just a few feet away, they called out, "Boss! What are you doing in the water?"

Osamu looked at his employees in a panic, fearing you might have been seen. When he turned his gaze back to you, you had already submerged in the water, bidding him a heartfelt goodbye with your eyes.

There is no spell; your newfound emotions are inexplicably real.

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sɪʀᴇɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴏsᴀᴍᴜ

Warnings: death, and murder ( seems brutal but it really isn’t)

After High School, Osamu pursued his dream of opening his restaurant, and at the age of 23, he proudly became the owner of Onigiri Miya. His restaurant resides in a coastal town where the salty breeze kisses the air. Spending his time doing what he enjoyed, Osamu served his friends, family, and tourists with his amazing dishes using the best ingredients supplied by the ocean, which stands only meters away from Onigiri Miya.

Fetching his own produce, Osamu ventures out into the vast ocean; in his boat, carefully navigating the different water territories that lurk with dangers and mystical wonders far greater than his existence. Despite being a treacherous place for a lone sailor, it remains his only and best supply source. And over the years, he has overcome countless obstacles that the unpredictable sea has to offer.

That's how he knew to plug his ears when he heard a faint yet echoing humming sound in the distance. Scanning the horizon, he spotted the rare sight – a woman perched on top of a rock, combing through her locks with her fingers, and her tail flicking up and down, all the while producing a lovely and enchanting song. He knew immediately that you were a Siren and couldn’t believe his eyes, becoming entranced by your effortless beauty.

However, he quickly snapped back into reality upon meeting your gaze, continuing his work to avoid any trouble. You'd stopped singing. By now, with your incredible ability to write a man’s fate with a song, he should’ve jumped into the water, drowning in defeat, unable to resist your bewitching song. But he had not, and nonetheless, you were confused, though intrigued.

Diving into the water, you swam up to the side of Osamu's Boat. “Hello,” you greeted him, with your velvet voice that bled through his earplugs.

“Hey,” he replied, regretting his words instantly, unable to resist the inviting sense of your voice.

Observing the earplugs in his ears, you teased, “Earplugs, how naughty of you, sailor man.”

“What I can’t hear won’t hurt me,” he replied once again, unable to control the impulses of his own mouth when talking with you.

“Hurt you?” You were offended by his statement. “Why would I hurt you?”

Osamu didn’t respond, instead choosing to focus on his work, fishing up the traps of crab.

“You know? I know where to get the juiciest crabs.” You persisted. “All you have to do is get in the water.” You said, waving your arms in the water inviting him in.

He showed no reaction to your invitation, continuing his work. “Come in the water, little sailor man.”

Osamu stopped, and his foot from itching any further towards the edge of the boat, fighting the urge that itched for him to jump in the water in order to return back to his restaurant alive. He refused to die because of the lust that filled his heart.

“No,” he bellowed to his pesky foot and you.

“What did you say?” You questioned in disbelief.

And Osamu responded just as he did before. “I said No.”

“No?” Your voice filled with rage. “What do you mean, no?” Your voice echoed through the open sky, making big ripples in the water surrounding you and Osamu.

Your anger intensified, and he saw your face shift from something beautiful into a monster. Without understanding what was happening, all he could infer was your anger transmuting with the ocean. From ripples of water, you raised a huge wave enough to flood the entire town with just your hands sticking out of the water.

He went to the wheel to go back to the shore, but it was too late when the wave crashed down on his boat, flinging him into the ferocious waters.

The wave passed, though your anger didn’t, and still, the ocean roared violently, making big waves after another. Osamu struggled to keep his head above water and was pulled under by the neck by you, leaving him gasping for air and fighting to survive.

“You're Mine, Sailor Man.” He’d lost his earplugs in the water, even if they weren’t much help, but in the deep with the water covering his ears, he could hear your voice loud and clear.

He was defenseless in the water, his lungs couldn’t hold for long, and the weight of you dragging him down wasn’t much help to him either. Osamu was losing oxygen but refused to give up. He had a business to run and wasn't going to let years of hard work go to waste for a stubborn siren.

With his last ounce of strength, he fought against your hold till you finally loosened your grip on his neck, and Osamu managed to turn the tables, surprising you with his boldness. Seizing the moment, before you could react, he brought you to eye level, not hesitating to latch his lips onto yours.

Hungrily, he smashed his tongue into your mouth, stealing the air from your lungs into his. His tongue searched for yours under the water that entered and left the small air pocket in between your mouths, all the while trying to hold his breath. Despite his goal of stealing air from you to survive, he enjoyed the kiss and felt you surrender to his kiss, knowing he had succeeded in reversing the roles. And serenading you with the feel of his lips, turning you, a siren, hungry for more.

Before you could fall any deeper into the kiss, you pushed him off of you. Osamu nibbled on your lip before pulling away, leaving blood on your lip and a satisfied grin on his face. Holding onto the little air he stole from you to ascend to the surface and back onto his boat.

You swam to the surface, keeping a safe distance from Osamu. Despite everything that had happened, you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that, for the first time in centuries with your honor of taking the last breath of thousands of men, a man had taken your breath away.

"Your death is mine, sailor man." You said with your voice still carrying its alluring charm despite the ragged sound, still catching onto your breath.

Osamu chuckled, “Looking forward to it, angel." Osamu replied with a wink.

Your lips twitched into a half-smile; he had left an impression on you that no other man had lived long enough to create.

This is my first time doing fantasy so don’t say nothinggg. Also I’m thinking of making this into a series 🤭 idky

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You're not together, yet he insists on taking care of you. He doesn't have to, but he'll stay on the phone for as long as you desire whenever you call. It's not his job to scold you if you haven't eaten all day, but he surprises you with a meal of your favorite food. He might be busy, but he drops everything when you're in need of help, whether it means walking in the rain, driving in the snow, or taking the next flight to be by your side. He will always be there for you.

You're not together, but his feelings for you are undeniable. Your smile has the power to make his heart race, and a mix of excitement and nervousness fills him when he sees you. He refuses to believe he's protective over you but can't help his chest from bubbling with intense emotions when he sees another guy hitting on you. He can't fully explain the way you make him feel, but he knows you hold a special place in his heart.

You're not together, but you've known each other for a long time. At moments, he's been tempted to hold you close, gently cradling your face in his hands, your eyes locking and revealing unspoken feelings towards each other. And when the moment is right, he would lean in, creating an electric anticipation between you, sealing his love and true feelings for you with a kiss. With each passing moment, he melts into your mouth with the gentle dance of your tongues, savoring the mutual desire. He can only wonder what would happen next when both of you are breathless, finding yourselves in his apartment, tripping over things while trying to maintain the connection of the kiss. Eventually, the both of you will stumble into his bedroom, where he can explore areas that, as your friend, he'd never seen before. And from what he knows, he never will, as long as the "friend" title hangs above his head. He can only dream. Despite the longing for something more, he cherishes the role he plays in your life, and although you're not together, he continues to love you as if you were.

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“Pages of Passion”

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1.2k

Your face has been buried in a book you've been reading lately. Since you got it, you haven't put it down, spending the past few days in various spots around your home, reading from sunup to sundown. As the plot thickens, your reading intensifies, and you escape from reality, traveling to wherever the book takes place leaving your boyfriend behind.

Today, you were in your usual spot. Your boyfriend watched you from the entrance of your shared bedroom, leaning on the frame and observing you as you sat with your legs propped up and your book resting on them, on the side of the bed closest to the window; You were reading, bathing in the sunlight that peered down on you as if you were a character in a film.

He missed his lover and hoped that today he could get you to put your book down. He let out a fake cough, expecting a reaction from you but you remained glued to your book, blocking out your surroundings.

He had no choice but to approach the bed and climb on top of your reclined position, hovering over you until you looked up from your book. Even then, he waited and you still showed no reaction to his presence. He frowned, saddened by how intently you were ignoring him, knowing that you were capable of hearing and seeing him. Taking matters into his own hands, he pointed your book down with his finger, giving you no choice but to look at him.

With your attention finally on him, it only took him a second to get into character.

"Y/nnn~" he whined, turning on his side to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. "Why are you ignoring me?" You looked at your boyfriend with a bored expression, finding him far less entertaining than your book. Glancing at him for a second, you then returned to your book, responding plainly, "I'm reading."

"You've been reading all day. I miss you," he complained, attempting to steal your attention by kissing up and down your neck. You allowed him to but still didn't pay him any mind and continued reading.

After a few moments of keeping himself busy by nibbling at your earlobe and lightly biting your neck, he realized he was only punishing himself. He didn't know how or why. Maybe it was because you were ignoring him and making him beg for your attention. But he has grown horny and his aching cock has grown in size.

“Fuck, Look what you do to me.” You peek from under your book to a grand view of your boyfriend's hard-on bulging out of his sweats. Your eyes widening slightly.

"Will you help me, doll?" he pleads, taking your hand and palming his throbbing bulge through his pants, his gaze glossy as he looks into your eyes, seeking aid from you. With this, he has finally captured your attention. You've never seen him act this way before, so you're curious to see how it will all unfold. Playing the long game, you pretend to lose interest and turn back to your book, ignoring your needy boyfriend.

"You're just going to keep ignoring me?" He questions in a hushed whisper, his breath hitting your ear, enough to feel the heat in his voice. You can tell he's on the verge of breaking, but you're unsure how long you can keep up this act before he breaks you.

Although a bit nervous, you stick to your plan and nudge your boyfriend with your shoulder, shrugging him off with a cold, "Get off of me."

With another push, you successfully push him away, leaving him astonished. He stares at you in disbelief, never having seen you act so harshly toward him before. All he wants is a little attention, and you're pushing him away. It's so... Sexy.

You're being harsh, but your words only add fuel to the fire. The fire in his pants, in his heart. He doesn't know exactly why you're acting this way, but he knows that he's loving it.

"Please, baby, I need you," his voice comes out soft, in a hushed tone as a plea for your help, serenading you to finally look up at him. Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his gaze.

"If I help you, will you let me read in peace?" you question, earning an eager nod from him in response. “Ok, pull your dick out.”

He tries to hide the grin spreading across his face but fails, as his eagerness is clearly displayed as he takes his place next to you; lying down on his back, quickly undoing the knot in the strings of his sweatpants and pulling them down enough for his dick to spring free.

As his member comes into view, fully erect and already leaking in excitement, you become aware of how needy and obedient your boyfriend can become when pushed to his limit. You would have to do this more often.

Holding your book in one hand, you use your other hand to gently wrap around his length, hearing his breath hitch and his body tremble. You continue to stroke him, taking your time traveling up and down his shaft, savoring how he moans your name while you gently stroke him and graze his tip, using his pre-cum as lube.

"Fuck, just like that.” Delighted, you watch him squirm under your touch. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. He then tries to meet your lips but is only met with the cold air as you move your face away, redirecting your attention back to your book while lazily stroking him.

"Shit," he mutters in frustration, his whimpers filling the air. He's lost your attention, but somehow you've kept him captivated, still maintaining your same pace. He feels his climax approaching and desperately bucks his hips into your hand, matching your pace. Inhaling sharply, he gets ready to release all over your hand. But just as the tension builds, your pace starts to waver. Your concentration has shifted to the thrilling climax unfolding before you, held in the other hand that occupies your book. Your stroking becomes painfully slow for him, delaying his climax. His breath became ragged and His body tenses beneath your touch as you maintain the slow and steady pace denying him the release he desired.

He reaches his hand toward yours, desperate to make you move your hand. For the first time, your eyes flicker from your book to him as you swat his hand away, delivering a stern warning, "No touching." You then return your attention to your book, maintaining the same slow pace, and denying him the release he desires.

"Please, I- shit, wanna cum."

"Then cum." You spat. Your boyfriend's whines and moans become mere white noise as you read the last bit of your book. The protagonist and the antagonist are engaged in their final battle. The anticipation from the book causes you to tighten your grip on his cock, pumping faster just as the story intensifies. He moans and writhes beneath you, the sudden stimulation driving him towards another release.

As the protagonist swings his sword, your boyfriend throws his head back in pleasure. The sword strikes at its intended target, and he arches his back, a symphony of pleasure echoing from deep within him.

In perfect harmony, his release aligns with the moment of the antagonist's defeat.

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✰ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨

“Y/N?!”

“SUNA!?”

“HAS ANYONE SEEN Y/N AND SUNA?! We can’t start the wedding without the bride and groom!”

You and Suna laughed whilst listening to everyone go crazy outside the restroom searching for the two of you. Before the wedding started you and Suna went to the restroom to escape from everyone who had been crowding the both of you for weeks for the wedding. Shoving cake in your mouth, running to different stores, and trying on a thousand dresses and suits.

“What if they find us?” You ask nervously hearing the yelling voices get closer to the restroom.

“They won’t.” He assured you.

As Suna admiringly stared at you he can’t believe today is the day you’ll be his forever, till death do each other part. If it was up to him, Suna would marry you right here. Standing in a tiny stall that can barely fit the two of you, with your long dress spilling into the outside of the stall, under a dim light, and next to a toilet. It’s not what most imagine their wedding to be but it’s perfect for him.

“We should just get married right now.” Suna blurted randomly.

“What? Rin, I’m not going to get married in a room with feces in the air.”

“Pleaseee, It’ll be a great story for our kids.” Suna pleaded, taking your hands into his.

“No Rintaro. We shouldn’t even be in here; our wedding is outside, ready for us.” Suna only rolled his eyes at your response. The wedding outside isn’t the wedding both of you wanted. It was planned by his parents who completely took over the wedding, the food, the people, the cake, the venue, and even who the bridesmaids and best man would be.

“Maybe the bathroom air is just getting to you. Let's get this over with and then we can go on our honeymoon!” You promised, giving Suna a peck on the cheek before shuffling out of the stall. He doesn’t want to remember his wedding to be like this. It should be how you imagined it, and he can tell you’re not happy. And No Happy wife means No Happy life.

“Wait Y/n!” Suna called after you grabbed your hand before you went out of the restroom. An Idea popped into Suna’s head. There’s only one resolution to give you your happiest day. “Let’s leave.” Suna continues.

“Leave!?” Quietly shouted in shock at Sunas very reckless idea.

“Yes come on Y/n. This isn’t our wedding anyway. It never was. Let’s leave.” When he saw the expression on your face he knew he had to add something else to convince you. “We can skip the wedding part and go on our honeymoonnn~” Suna sang knowing exactly how to get you on board.

“That does sound nice…” Before you could change your mind Suna took your arm and pulled you out of the restroom. He peeked around the corner watching everyone on the other side of the hall still searching for the two of you. When they turned the corner he dashed out of the restroom towards the exit of the venue still holding into your hand tightly.

Holding onto the end of your dress you run by Suna’s side hysterically laughing, in disbelief that you’re ditching your wedding with Suna Rintarou. You’re a soon-to-be husband, fiancé, and love of your life.

“Y/N! SUNA! Where are you going? The ceremony is about to start!!” Suna’s mother yelled from the opposite end of the hallway. Which only reacted more laughter and speeding out of the venue, down the street, and into the car garnished with the words “just married” and a variety of flowers. This isn’t the first time you’ve done something crazy with Suna although seeing that this is just the beginning, you predict there will be many more crazy adventures in the future. And if it’s with Suna you will be right by his side through all life’s adventures.

Legally you’re not married but as you rode off into the sunset with Suna you were pronounced husband and wife.

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If y’all loved my last post check out the book 😉 also more writings coming soon 💙

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Chapter 2 out on Wattpad @ctrlmay!

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Thank you everyone for all the interaction on my last post it means a lot!! More writing is on the way!!

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The first chapter of "Work it out!" is on Wattpad @ctrlmay!!!!!

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updated my book covers cuz I was bored... I like it better like this anyway. ANYWAYS "WORK IT OUT!" COMING OUT SOON

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╭₊˚ ๑︰warnings: smut, dirty thoughts

Ushijima is second-guessing doing yoga with you; he should've never suggested it. All he can see from behind is you bent over in front of him, and he can't take it. His dick that has been twitching in his pants since the beginning can't take it. Right now, he's in absolute control directing you in every position as you follow everything he says. Even if it's yoga, and he's your trainer, and you're supposed to follow what he says. The circumstances of it all have awoken a feeling throughout his body. An uncontrollable urge to run his hands all over your body and put you into certain positions himself but with his cock sunken deep inside your cunt, stretching out your walls. He can hear it. He can see it. Your face pretty and fucked out, moaning his name with each thrust plunging his cock into you.

 "Ushijima?" You asked innocently, peering from the side of your legs where you were lying on your back and holding your feet in the air. Ushijima says it is called the "Ananda Balasana"… He said it would be good for your back and thighs, which is true, but what is also true is that he just wanted to see you in the position because of the view he had of your clothed pussy barely covered with a thong seen through your leggings. 

"Yes?" He answered quickly, averting his view from your crotch to your face. "How long should I be in this pose?" He had been so busy daydreaming he forgot about the training session. "Until you get it right." He lied. You had been doing it right the entire time. But the view he had of you in this position drove him crazy. "What am I doing wrong?" "Push your legs back more." Ushijima had moved over to you, bending down on his knees to be on the same level as you, laying his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back more. An innocent moan escaped from your mouth, reacting to the deep stretch felt in your thigh, ringed through Ushijima's ear like a melody and shot down to his cock, which had grown in length. "Aah, you're right; it does feel better. Could you push a little more, Ushijima ?" The way his name flowed out of your mouth while you lay in such a lewd position; made the tight feeling in his pants unbearable. Fuck. he couldn't take it. He pushed as hard as possible to shift his focus from the tight feeling in his pants (and possibly earn a few moans from you). 

He stops when he hears A loud rip echoing throughout the gym, paired with a gasp coming from you as you quickly try to cover up the hole that ripped right in the middle of your crotch. But, unfortunately, it was too late; Ushijima had already seen your pussy glistening with sweat and a mixture of arousal that suffocated your thong between the lips of your vagina. 

"AAAaaaa, please don't look!!! I forgot my tights were too tight. I should've known it would've ripped!!" You had squeezed your arm between your legs, trying your best to cover yourself; however, Ushijima disregarded what you said and, without reply, lifted your legs back up to the position they were in before and removed your hand to reveal the beautiful sight again. 

"No need to apologize, Y/n. This makes things much easier." He glances up to see your shocked face with your lips slightly open. Subtly smiling to himself, he glances back down, gliding down your slit and traveling back up to your clit, rubbing his fingers side to side, pressing gently on your clit.

"Ushiji—fuck," you gasp. The hole in your tights ripping out of nowhere was embarrassing enough. Now your pussy is on full display, and Ushijima is fingering you. "Mmmm, please…" Suddenly the pleasure had gone away Ushijima abruptly paused what he was doing, removing his fingers from your clit. 

"Are you sure this is what you want, y/n? I'll stop if you want me to." He figured that you enjoyed what was happening but wanted to be sure this was what you wanted. 

Although this is what you wanted, yearned, dreamed, and hoped for, and more. So it feels refreshing and kind that Ushijima asked if you wanted to have sex, but you were also a bit frustrated; he stopped out of nowhere and left you hanging, abandoning your clit.

Wrapping your legs around Ushijima’s torso, bringing him closer, pressing his now fully erect cock against your crotch, wrapping one hand around his neck to bring him in closer to whisper in his ear, "Ushijima, this is what I want." You assured, rubbing your crotch gently on his erection, earning a soft moan from Ushijima against your skin. "So please fuck me."

Hi everyone! This is my first time writing something like this, so if you have any tips, let me know. Also, this is a preview for a fanfic I'm working on called "Work it out!" that I'll be posting soon ♡ *:･ﾟ

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Here's the cover for my new book coming out soon ! ✩