#Maths Work Sheet And Assignment

[seilon]

love when this is referred to as the gifted kid website. shockingly my mental disorders made me mentally disordered and school never really vibed with that so. couldn’t be me

[wereh0gz]

Wow dropping almost all of my classes except for one really was the best thing I could've done right now huh

Wish I could've dropped all of them tho. Or better yet just not have started college at all

[chrissssssmut]

After reading that I’ve cat girl smut, I feel like I need a lesserafim cat girl smut instead!

COME OVER

Cat Girls Le Sserafim OT5 x Male Reader

AN: Last fic for this week! Need to rest and get back to work tomorrow T____T

The walls were thin.

Like, weirdly thin. Paper-thin. You discovered that on the first night.

You were still unpacking boxes when you heard it: a long, soft mewl coming from the other side of your bedroom wall.

"Meowww~... ngh, mmhh..."

You paused, hand frozen around a roll of socks. That… that didn’t sound like a regular meow. It sounded human. It sounded... breathy.

Then a low, husky voice filtered through the wall. “Stop moving your tail like that, you’re making me horny.”

You blinked. “What the f—?”

Another voice, whinier and higher pitched, answered. “I can’t help it, unnie! I’m itchy!”

“I swear, if you go into heat again, don’t expect me to help this time—”

Smack.

“Ow! You always hit me!”

Your jaw dropped. The argument continued, filled with hisses, giggles, and the occasional unmistakable moan. You had no clue what was going on over there, but you were 100% sure it wasn’t normal.

And the second night, too.

And the third… that was when you broke.

The sounds were worse that night. More rhythmic. More intentional. Soft moans bleeding through the thin wall, playful giggles that sharpened into whimpers. You heard Yunjin’s voice—low, breathy, teasing someone. Kazuha gasping. And then a high-pitched, drawn-out whine that had to be Chaewon.

You weren’t sure who was touching who anymore.

Or if they were just putting on a show.

Your cock ached beneath the sheets, pulsing with every noise. You clenched your jaw. Tried to turn away. You even pressed a pillow to your ear at one point—but your imagination filled in what your ears couldn’t.

You lasted maybe five minutes.

One hand slid beneath your waistband, trembling. You gritted your teeth as your fingers curled around your cock, already slick with precum. Every little stroke felt wrong—like you were eavesdropping on something sacred. But it also felt impossible to stop.

You came fast. Too fast. Shamefully fast.

Right as Eunchae let out a high, giggling moan that sent your brain spiraling.

You came with your fist over your mouth, your hips jerking, your whole body flushed with guilt and heat and need.

And when it was over, you stared at the ceiling, breathing hard.

There was a quiet laugh on the other side of the wall. You couldn’t tell if it was Eunchae or Sakura.

But it felt like someone knew.

By the fourth night, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were lying in bed, sheets bunched around your waist, just trying to finish your damn math assignment—and there it was again. A soft thumping. A whining moan. The sound of something dragging along the wall. Then a voice:

“...Mmm, I can smell him again…”

Your heart stopped.

“I told you he was cute,” another voice whispered, sultry and amused.

“Do you think he’s awake?” someone purred.

You froze. You didn’t want to be, but now you were rock hard. And a little scared.

Were they talking about you?

You got out of bed and, after a moment of debate, tiptoed to the hallway. The unit next to yours was #505. Your trembling fist hovered over the door.

You knocked.

A pause.

Then, the door creaked open.

Standing there was a girl. Short pink hair, twitching ears poking out from the top of her head. A tail—yes, a literal tail—wrapped around her thigh. She blinked at you, huge eyes gleaming gold in the dim light.

“…Hi?” you managed.

She sniffed.

Her eyes widened. “You’re the neighbor.”

“Uh. Yeah. I… I just wanted to say—”

“You smell nice.”

“…Thanks?”

Before you could react, she reached out, grabbed a fistful of your hoodie, and yanked you into the apartment.

You stumbled in and were instantly hit by a wave of warmth, the scent of incense, and—catgirls. Catgirls everywhere.

On the couch, a tall one with long dark hair (and equally long legs) was sprawled upside down, reading a book with her tail flicking lazily in the air.

Another sat at the kitchen counter, licking what looked like whipped cream off her fingers while purring to herself.

Two more were tangled up on a giant floor cushion, play-fighting and making questionable noises.

“…Who’s this?” the one on the couch asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s the one we’ve been hearing,” the pink-haired one chirped. “His scent’s been all over the wall.”

You stood there, dumbfounded. “…Is this, like, a cosplay thing? Are you guys part of a… club or something?”

The tall one snorted. “You think these are fake?”

She swished her tail and flicked her ears.

You blinked.

“…You’re real.”

“Duh.”

The pink-haired one tugged you by the sleeve, grinning. “I’m Eunchae. You live next door. And you’ve been jerking off thinking about us, haven’t you?”

You choked. “What?! No—I mean, I—what?!”

“You moan louder than we do,” said the one with whipped cream on her fingers, grinning. “I’m Yunjin, by the way. Welcome to our den.”

Your face was on fire. “I have not moaned—”

“Last night. Ten forty-two PM,” Eunchae said. “You were panting...”

“Wha-what?!”

“Dunno. But it wasn’t my hand doing it, so I got mad.”

“Pfft,” the long-haired one scoffed. “You’re so horny all the time.”

“Shut up, Chaewon-unnie!”

You had never been more confused. Or aroused. Or terrified.

And yet… you didn’t leave.

Not right away.

You stood there in the middle of their living room, flushed and breathless, surrounded by five cat-like silhouettes in the dim light. Their eyes glowed faintly. Their tails swayed behind them in slow, deliberate arcs.

The air still buzzed with heat—not from the act, but the temptation. The tension was suffocating.

But no one touched you.

No one pulled you in.

Instead, they just watched.

Eunchae had that same sly grin as before, one finger twirling around the end of her tail. Sakura leaned against the counter, arms crossed, still flushed from earlier teasing. Kazuha stood tall, calm, but you could tell her breathing hadn’t settled yet. Yunjin was behind you somewhere, too close, her warmth against your back like a brand.

And Chaewon…

Chaewon stood right in front of you.

She tilted her head.

“You’re hard,” she said flatly, almost amused.

Your cheeks burned. You moved to cover yourself, but she stepped aside—graceful, teasing, giving you just enough room to pass.

You hesitated.

Yunjin’s voice came from behind you, low and husky:

“Don’t jerk off this week.”

You froze.

Eunchae giggled. “We heard you last time.”

Your ears went hot. Your fingers twitched against the doorknob.

Chaewon leaned a little closer, her voice quiet, firm, final.

“You don’t need to do that anymore. We meant what we said.”

You looked at them—all five of them. Their expressions weren’t cruel. Just sure. Like they knew exactly how much space to give you before you came crawling back on your own.

You opened the door. Stepped out into the hallway.

You didn’t say goodnight.

You didn’t sleep either.

That weekend, you stayed up late. Again.

And at around 11:00 PM, you heard it. The soft tap on your window.

You turned slowly. Outside, perched catlike on your balcony railing, was Yunjin. Naked. Except for a hoodie. Your hoodie.

She slid the door open like it wasn’t even locked.

“…Hey, neighbor.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wha—how did you—what are you doing?”

“I got bored.” She strolled in like she owned the place, her tail swishing behind her. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought you might need help… with something.”

You backed up until your legs hit the bed. “Help with…?”

Yunjin smirked and knelt on the bed between your legs. She pulled your sweatpants down with one smooth motion.

“You smell so good when you’re turned on…”

Her tongue flicked out, catlike, teasing the tip of your cock.

“Y-Yunjin—”

“You can say no,” she purred. “But your cock’s already begging for me.”

She wrapped her lips around you, slow and steady. Her tail curled around your thigh. You groaned, hands trembling as they gripped the sheets.

She sucked with skill—gentle pressure, wicked tongue, taking you inch by inch until her throat clenched around you.

You could barely breathe.

But then—

Click.

The door opened.

“…Yunjin,” came Chaewon’s voice. Flat. Dangerous. “What the fuck.”

Yunjin pulled off your cock with a pop, licking her lips. “Oops.”

“I called dibs,” Chaewon growled, stalking over. “You always do this—”

“You were too slow,” Yunjin said smugly, leaning back against you.

“I don’t care.” Chaewon shoved her aside and pushed you back down. “I’m next.”

Yunjin rolled her eyes. “Fine. But he’s not gonna last with you.”

“I don’t need him to,” Chaewon whispered, lowering herself onto your cock in one slow, hot, dripping movement. “He’ll last when I say so.”

You gasped—she was so tight, her warmth clenching around you, her claws digging into your chest.

“You like this, huh?” she said in your ear. “Being used. Being fucked by a needy cat in heat.”

You tried to answer—tried to form a word—but all that came out was a strangled moan. Her walls squeezed around you like a vice. Her rhythm was agonizingly slow. Deliberate. Each downward push sank you deeper, and every upward grind left you dizzy with need.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, “Chaewon—”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” she snapped, suddenly pinning your wrists above your head. “Kittens stay quiet unless they’re begging.”

“K-Kitten—?” you choked out, and she smirked.

“You’re mine tonight. Got it?” Her tail flicked behind her, sharp and dangerous like a whip. “And if I ever hear you moaning for Yunjin again…”

“I’ll share him with you later,” Yunjin sighed from her spot on your desk chair, her long legs crossed and her hoodie slipping down one bare shoulder. “For now, just don’t break him. I wanna see his face when he cums.”

“Oh, I’m gonna break him,” Chaewon purred. “Slowly.”

Her hips started moving faster—grinding into you in short, forceful thrusts that sent wet slaps echoing through your tiny apartment. Her claws gently scratched your chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave faint red lines. Her ears twitched every time you whimpered.

“You’re twitching already,” she whispered, dragging her tongue up the side of your throat. “Don’t you dare cum yet. Not until I tell you.”

You could barely think straight. Her tightness, her weight, her scent—musky and sweet—was overwhelming. It clouded your mind. Made you want to give in. Made you want to mark her. To fuck her until her smug little smirk turned into desperate cries.

Then she did something dangerous.

Her tail wrapped around your thigh. Slowly slid inward. And curled around your cock at the base—pressing right where your length met her heat.

“C-Chaewon—!”

“You like my tail?” she asked sweetly, her hips rocking faster now, grinding your tip right against that spongy spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. “I trained it just for this. Just for you.”

You couldn’t hold back. Your hands flew to her hips, gripping her so tightly she gasped.

“Ohh, now he wants to take charge?” she teased, letting you push her down harder, deeper, faster.

“Chaewon,” you gasped. “I—I’m gonna—”

“No,” she growled, slamming her hips down once, hard. “You wait.”

She clenched around you. Her tail tightened.

“Beg for it.”

You couldn’t help it.

“Please… please let me cum—fuck—Chaewon, please—”

The second you said her name like that, she lost it.

She leaned down, eyes gleaming gold, and kissed you hard. Tongue first. Hot. Messy. Possessive. Her thighs trembled as she cried out into your mouth.

“Cum in me,” she moaned, voice high and needy. “Now. Now. Fill me—make me your cat—fuck—!”

You groaned, hips jerking up as you spilled inside her. She slammed down one more time, grinding her clit against you as she came with a sharp, broken cry.

Her entire body shivered. Her tail spasmed against your thigh.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just panting. Sweaty. Twitching from aftershocks.

Then—

“Oh my god,” Eunchae’s voice piped up from the open doorway, breathless. “You didn’t wait for me?!”

You and Chaewon both turned, dazed.

Eunchae stomped in wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, her ears flat with indignation.

“I wanted to go next!”

Yunjin snorted. “Told you it wouldn’t take long.”

Chaewon sighed and slid off you, panting. “He’s still hard. You can have your turn.”

Eunchae’s face lit up.

“Ohhh~! My turn my turn my turn~!”

She was already climbing into bed before your head even cleared. Her tail flicked excitedly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“But,” she purred, crawling over you, “if I feel even a little bit left out…”

She leaned down and whispered against your lips.

“I’m gonna scratch so deep you’ll be bleeding all week.”

Eunchae’s hips straddled yours like she was claiming her throne.

Her oversized shirt slid up just enough to reveal a flash of pink panties—and the flick of her twitching tail. Her pupils were blown wide, her breath shallow, and her grin?

Downright feral.

“You came already?” she cooed, trailing her nails down your chest as her eyes locked on your still-hard cock. “But you didn’t wait for me, oppa… That’s mean.”

She leaned down until her nose was brushing yours.

“So now you have to make it up to me,” she whispered. “And you better pet me right.”

Her nails scraped your jaw. Then her fingers reached down, curling around your length—still slick and throbbing from Chaewon’s heat.

“Mmm~ You’re still twitching.” She gave it a slow, tight stroke. “You came so deep in her, but your cock still wants more… Am I not enough? Huh?”

“Eunchae—fuck—” you groaned, hips bucking into her fist.

“Oh? What’s that?” Her voice dipped low. Her other hand slipped between her legs, pushing her panties aside to reveal soaked folds already glistening. “You’re hard for me now?”

She didn’t wait. She lined herself up and dropped.

You both gasped.

“Oh my goddd—” she whined, trembling, her hands clenching against your chest as you filled her inch by inch. “You’re so big—f-fuck—wait—”

You gripped her hips to steady her. She was so tight, snug in a way that made your vision blur.

“You came in her just now,” she whimpered. “I can feel it inside me… I’m gonna mix it, okay? I’m gonna ride you till your cum becomes mine.”

Then she started moving.

Chaewon, still dazed and panting next to you, blinked at the sight. “She didn’t even ask. God, you’re such a spoiled kitten.”

Eunchae just smirked over her shoulder. “Jealous I ride better?”

Her rhythm was frantic from the start—needy, fast, grinding her clit down with every bounce. Her claws dug into your chest, hard enough to sting.

“You’re gonna cum in me next, right?” she panted. “Right? Say it.”

You grabbed her by the waist, slammed up into her, and she squealed.

“You want it so bad?” you growled, fucking up into her faster, harder. “You’re dripping all over me. You’re shaking. Just say it.”

“Y-Yes—yes—oppa please—breed me—fill me up—I need it—I need it—!”

From across the room, a soft gasp echoed.

You turned your head.

Standing by the open door—dressed in silk shorts, hair messy from sleep—was Sakura.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her thighs pressed together.

“I… I was just checking the noise,” she mumbled.

But she didn’t leave.

She stayed. Watched. Bit her lip.

Eunchae noticed too.

“Ohhh~ Are you getting wet watching us, unnie?” she purred between gasps. “You wanna ride him next? Or should I let him eat you out while I sit on his cock again?”

“I—!” Sakura blushed deeper, eyes fixed on where you and Eunchae were messily joined. “You’re insane…”

“Jealous,” Eunchae replied smugly, grinding her hips down until she was trembling. “Say it. Say you wish you were me.”

Sakura’s breath hitched. “...I wish I was you.”

Then—

“Move,” came a flat voice from the corner.

You all turned.

It was Kazuha. Standing near your closet. Wearing your shirt. One of your boxers underneath. Her ears were pinned low. Her eyes? Dangerous.

“You’ve all been fucking him without me,” she said quietly.

You froze. “Wait—how long have you—?”

She stepped closer. Calm. Controlled. But every inch of her radiated heat.

“I’ve been watching since the first night.” Her tail twitched. “When you moaned into your pillow. When you came thinking about us. I smell everything, remember?”

Eunchae slowed down, panting hard. “Zuha…”

Kazuha ignored her.

She walked to the bed, gripped Eunchae by the waist, and lifted her off your cock with shocking strength.

Eunchae gasped, legs trembling. “H-Hey!”

“Your turn’s over.”

And before you could even blink, Kazuha straddled you—silent, graceful, deadly.

Then she sank down.

All the way.

No teasing.

No games.

Just a single, slow thrust that made your eyes roll back.

“…You feel even better than I imagined,” she whispered. “So warm. So full.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

Eunchae was whining on the floor. Sakura had crept to the edge of the bed, thighs clenched together.

Kazuha rocked her hips once.

Twice.

Then she leaned in, lips brushing yours.

“Let’s see how many times we can make you cum before the others beg to join.”

Kazuha rode you in perfect silence.

Every rise and fall of her hips was precise. Deliberate. Each slow roll dragged your cock deeper into her tight, wet heat. She didn't moan. She didn’t whimper. She just stared down at you with glowing, hungry eyes—like she was memorizing every twitch of your face.

“I waited,” she murmured, her voice low, dangerous. “Watched you play with the others. Touched myself while you groaned Chaewon’s name. And now…?”

She clenched.

Hard.

You gasped.

“Now you’re mine.”

“Zuha—fuck—” You grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin. Her walls were like velvet wrapped around steel. You were so close already—too close—

And then a pair of soft hands touched your chest.

“I wanna taste,” came Sakura’s soft voice, almost a whimper.

You turned your head.

She’d finally climbed onto the bed—knees tucked under her, wearing nothing but a sheer lace bralette and silk panties that were soaked through. Her tail curled shyly behind her. Her pupils were blown wide with heat.

“Can I?” she asked. “Can I taste him while she rides you?”

Kazuha didn't even pause.

“Do it.”

Sakura crawled over, cheeks burning, and dipped her head down.

And then you felt it.

Her tongue—soft, shy, kitten-like—licking the trail of cum dripping from your base, licking along your balls, up the edge of Kazuha’s slick folds where she’d slammed down to the hilt.

Her lips closed around your base while Kazuha ground down harder.

The stimulation was insane.

“F-Fuck—Sakura, I-I’m gonna—!”

But before you could finish the sentence—

A weight shifted at the edge of the bed.

You blinked—and there she was.

Yunjin. Crawled up from the corner like a panther. Hair messy. Top gone. Her breasts rising and falling with every heated breath.

Half-naked. Eyes wild.

And completely unamused.

“You bitches think you can have him all for yourselves?!”

Eunchae, still on the floor, panting and covered in hickeys, giggled. “Told you he wouldn’t last.”

“I’m gonna break him,” Yunjin growled, storming in. “Get the fuck off, Zuha—move.”

Kazuha didn’t flinch. “Wait your turn.”

Yunjin climbed onto the bed like a lioness on the hunt. Her hair was a wild mess, her tail lashing back and forth like a whip. Her chest heaved with every breath.

“You think I’m waiting now?” she snapped. “I’ve been soaked since Chaewon pinned him. I’m in heat. I can smell it on all of you. It’s in the sheets. The air. His skin.”

Then her eyes dropped to your cock—still inside Kazuha.

And pumping cum out with every bounce.

Yunjin's breath hitched.

“God… he’s still hard?” Her voice cracked. “How the fuck are you still hard?”

“I-I don’t—fuck—know—!”

Sakura, still licking you while Zuha rode you, smiled. “He likes when we fight over him…”

Yunjin pounced.

She didn’t wait. She forced Sakura back with a kiss—tongue-first and filthy—before grabbing your face and kissing you even harder. Her body was burning up. She was purring against your lips.

“Get ready,” she whispered. “When it’s my turn, you’re not getting a break. You’re gonna fuck me till I can’t stand.”

Kazuha came with a strangled cry—back arched, thighs shaking. She clenched around you so hard it was like she was trying to milk the cum out of you.

And you gave in.

You came again.

Deep, hot spurts that filled Kazuha to the brim.

She slumped forward onto your chest, panting.

“Still… not done…” she murmured.

But Yunjin was already pulling her off you.

“Fucking move.”

Your cock slid out of Kazuha with a wet, obscene sound, coated in slick and cum.

Yunjin stared at it like it was the last drink of water in the desert.

“Ohh, baby,” she moaned. “Look how messy you are already… You gonna make me messy too?”

You couldn’t even answer before she slammed down on your cock—no teasing, no prep, just heat and desperation.

“Yunjin—fuck—!”

She rode you like she was trying to erase every girl who came before her. Her thighs slammed into yours, her breasts bouncing wildly, sweat dripping from her temples. Her claws raked your chest and shoulders, leaving hot red marks.

“You belong to me now,” she growled. “You’ll remember my name. Not Chaewon’s. Not Eunchae’s. Mine.”

You couldn’t last. Your body was shaking. Overstimulated. Drenched in sex and heat and the overpowering scent of five heat-crazed catgirls.

Chaewon reappeared at your side—naked again, lazily stroking herself as she watched you get ruined.

“Think he can go one more round?”

Eunchae crawled back into bed, planting kisses down your neck. “Mmm… I want him while he’s twitching. He gets cuter.”

Kazuha just curled against your other side, purring.

Yunjin moved with a feverish desperation. Her hips slammed down onto you like she was trying to take everything—all your cum, all your attention. Her fingers dug into your chest, claws scraping with each intense, needy thrust.

You barely had time to recover from Kazuha’s tight grip before Yunjin began to bounce—hard and fast.

“Did you think they were the only ones who would claim you?” she growled, lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine now. I’m taking what I want. And I don’t care who gets in my way.”

Her hips snapped against yours, making a wet, obscene sound that filled the room with every thrust. Your cock buried deep inside her, and you felt every tight squeeze, every wave of heat. She was so tight—it felt like she was milking you dry, dragging you into her rhythm until you thought you might explode.

“Yunjin—fuck—I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” she taunted, her voice dripping with need. “Can’t handle me? You’re going to have to. I’m not letting you go till I get everything.”

Her claws scored your skin again, but this time it was more forceful. Her eyes flashed wild, her face twisted in pure lust. She was so fucking dominant.

And she wasn’t the only one.

As Yunjin continued to ride you, you felt something soft and wet against your neck. A familiar, teasing tongue. It was Sakura, who had silently snuck up behind you. Her body pressed against your back, her breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve waited patiently,” Sakura whispered, almost too softly. But you felt her hands grabbing your shoulders, pulling you back to face her. She kissed you with all the gentleness of someone who had been holding herself back for too long.

“I’ve been watching,” she confessed against your lips. “Watching them claim you, while I’ve been so fucking desperate to touch you.”

You groaned into her mouth as she slipped her tongue inside, deepening the kiss. She didn’t stop there. Her hands wandered down your chest, brushing over your stomach before slipping into your boxers and wrapping around your cock—the one still buried deep inside Yunjin.

“Fucking perfect,” Sakura breathed. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won’t even know which hole to fill.”

Her pace was fast and eager as she stroked you, her lips never leaving yours.

But the pressure of the situation grew. It was too much. You were so overstimulated already, and every girl had a way of pushing you to the edge and keeping you there. The scent of their heat, the sounds of their breathing, the way their bodies moved with animalistic desperation—it was overwhelming.

You felt Eunchae’s hands on your legs, spreading them open wider. Her lips trailed down to your inner thighs, leaving wet kisses that burned hotter with each touch.

“You’re so sensitive now, oppa,” she whispered, her voice full of mischief. “I wonder how much longer you can last. Maybe I’ll make you cum just from my kisses…”

She kissed the inside of your thigh, and you jerked against her, already on the edge of breaking.

But Eunchae had no intention of stopping. Her mouth moved closer, closer, until she licked a slow stripe from your balls all the way up to your cock.

“Oh god—Eunchae—”

Her lips wrapped around your tip, and you felt a surge of heat flood your chest. She sucked with intense pressure, using her tongue to tease the underside of your cock in slow, teasing motions.

“Ohh—fuck—you’re going to make me cum so fast—”

You didn’t have time to breathe before Kazuha—who had been content to watch from the side—grabbed your hand and dragged you back to her. Her eyes were hungry, demanding, and she wasn’t going to wait for you to come up for air.

“You’re not ignoring me again, are you?” she purred. “We’re going to share this.”

And without warning, she kissed you—hard. Her tongue explored your mouth as she kissed you deeply, her body pressing down on you again. Her fingers gripped your wrist, guiding your hand to her slick, dripping pussy.

“Touch me.” Her voice was soft, but there was a command behind it. And you obeyed.

You slid a finger into her—slippery and warm—and she moaned against your lips. Her hips ground against your hand, desperate for the same kind of release she had seen from the others.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “So deep. Just like that.”

It wasn’t long before the heat in the room intensified even further. The catgirls were starting to melt into each other—skin slick with sweat, breaths heavy and erratic. The air thick with the scent of their arousal. And you were caught right in the middle of it all, being pulled in every direction at once.

You were so close to breaking, so close to giving in entirely. You couldn’t decide who to focus on. They all wanted you. Needed you.

But then you felt Yunjin’s hot breath in your ear. Her hips still grinding against you, making that maddening friction between you both.

“You’re gonna give me all of it,” she demanded. “All of it.”

And that was it. The pressure was too much.

You let go.

You came hard.

And the room erupted into chaos.

Sakura was the first to push you onto the bed completely, straddling your face, her body dripping with anticipation.

“Lick. Now,” she hissed, grinding her pussy against your mouth.

Kazuha and Eunchae moved around, claiming your other limbs. Kazuha bit your shoulder, marking you as hers while Eunchae wrapped her tail around your neck, pulling you into her as she panted into your ear.

And all you could do was give in to their demands—over and over again. The heat, the pressure, the insatiable hunger of the Le Sserafim catgirls, all demanding their turn.

Your body collapsed against the bed like a ragdoll.

Sweat clung to every inch of your skin. Your chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, twitching with the aftershocks of yet another intense orgasm. Your cock throbbed — spent but still hard, twitching from pure overstimulation.

You didn’t even realize they had flipped you over until your legs were lifted — not by hands, but by soft, coiling tails.

Yunjin’s tail hooked under one thigh. Eunchae’s curled around the other. Sakura’s and Kazuha’s looped under your arms and chest, holding you up like a sacrificial offering.

You were too weak to resist.

Your body was suspended, helpless, every muscle trembling. And your cock—still slick with a mixture of cum and spit—stood upright, twitching in the open air.

Chaewon leaned over first, dragging her tongue up your shaft with a low, hungry moan.

“Mmm,” she purred, voice sultry. “He still tastes like Yunjin.”

“And Kazuha,” Sakura added, her lips already planting kisses along your inner thigh. “And Eunchae. And…”

She paused. Her pink tongue slid across the head of your cock in a slow, teasing swirl.

“…Me.”

You gasped.

Your hips tried to jerk, but the tails held you perfectly still.

“Poor baby,” Kazuha murmured. “He’s shaking.”

Eunchae crouched down next, her tongue flicking across your balls. “He’s twitching too. I think he’s still sensitive…”

“Good,” Yunjin growled. “He needs to learn what happens when you make all of us go into heat.”

And then — all at once — three mouths descended on you.

Chaewon’s lips wrapped around your tip, slow and methodical, her tongue swirling as she sucked softly. Eunchae licked underneath, tracing your shaft from the base up with kittenish strokes. And Sakura kissed along the side, purring the whole time, her tail tightening slightly around your chest in delight.

It was too much.

The sensation of multiple tongues—soft, warm, wet—lapping at you from every direction made your whole body convulse. You could barely breathe, barely think. Your head lolled back, groaning helplessly as the girls feasted on you like you were their favorite meal.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” Yunjin warned from behind. Her hand ran down your chest, claws tracing a light path down your stomach. “Not until everyone’s had a taste.”

Kazuha leaned in next. Her lips joined the others at your tip, sharing your cock with Chaewon like it was a lollipop.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered between licks. “So full of our scent…”

Chaewon moaned against your cock. “And there’s still so much of you left inside.”

Then she pulled off with a wet pop, only to kiss Sakura, open-mouthed, tongues meeting in a filthy exchange of taste and slick. They both moaned into each other.

“You two are insane…” you managed to whisper.

Yunjin grinned above you. “No, love. We’re in heat.”

Her tail tightened as she slid down to join them. Now four girls were on you—licking, sharing, purring. Their tongues lapped over each other as much as you. One girl would suck your tip while another licked underneath it. Then they’d switch. One would kiss your shaft while another kissed her.

It wasn’t just oral.

It was worship.

They weren’t just trying to make you cum again. They were tasting you, savoring you.

“His cum’s changing flavor,” Eunchae giggled, licking up a bead that had dripped down your shaft. “Sweeter now.”

“Let me—” Sakura cut in, tongue replacing hers. “Mmm… yeah. Sweeter.”

“You’re lucky we like sharing,” Kazuha whispered, dragging her tongue up your length with an agonizingly slow lick. “But next time? I might keep you to myself.”

Yunjin moaned, licking your slit. “No way in hell. We’re all addicted now.”

Your cock pulsed again, and your body tensed—right on the edge.

They knew it.

You felt Chaewon’s lips wrap around the tip one last time.

“Cum for us,” she whispered, her breath hot.

And your body exploded.

Cum spilled across Chaewon’s tongue, dripping out of her lips. She didn’t pull away—she shared it. Pulled Sakura in for a deep kiss, letting the taste linger between them.

Eunchae licked the rest off your shaft. Kazuha cleaned your balls with slow, loving strokes. Yunjin dragged her tongue across your abdomen where a drop had splattered.

And they all looked at you the same way.

Starving.

Satisfied.

The room was quiet now.

Heavy with heat, sure—but also something softer. The kind of silence that followed a storm, where every breath felt slower, deeper. The air still tingled with scent—sex, sweat, a faint trace of jasmine from Sakura’s shampoo—but it wasn’t chaotic anymore. It was… content.

You lay sprawled on the bed, entirely bare. Skin glowing, chest rising and falling slowly, lips parted in exhaustion. There were faint scratch marks across your sides. A few teeth marks on your neck. Your thighs were still twitching with aftershocks.

But you weren’t alone.

Kazuha curled up against one arm, her cheek on your shoulder. Sakura lay across your stomach, purring softly as she traced circles on your chest with one finger. Eunchae sat between your legs with her head resting on your thigh, half-asleep but still lazily playing with your now-soft cock. Yunjin was at your side, one leg thrown over yours, her lips pressed against your pulse point like she didn’t trust you not to disappear in your sleep.

And then there was Chaewon.

She was the last to move. She hadn’t been the loudest or the wildest, but now, in the quiet, she was the one who mattered most.

She shifted closer, her tail flicking behind her as she leaned on one elbow and looked at you.

“Hey,” she said softly.

You blinked up at her. “Yeah?”

Her eyes—sharp but warm—searched yours for a moment. Then she leaned in and kissed your cheek. Slow. Tender. It was different from everything else that had happened tonight.

Chaewon brushed your hair back with a gentle hand.

“You’re not just our heat toy, you know,” she whispered. “That’s not what this is.”

You swallowed. Your throat felt tight.

“I know…”

She smiled—just barely. But it was real.

“There’s no more secrets to hide, okay? You’ve seen everything now. All of us. What we are. What we want.”

Her hand rested on your chest, right over your heart.

“And what we want… is you.”

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off with a kiss—just a breath against your lips.

“You have five girlfriends now,” Chaewon whispered. “So you better start acting like it.”

Your breath hitched. “Girlfriends?”

“Yeah,” Yunjin murmured sleepily from beside you. “We voted.”

“Unanimous,” Sakura giggled, nuzzling into your chest.

“You’re ours,” Kazuha said. “No running. No hiding.”

Eunchae yawned, licking a fading mark on your hip. “And we’re not letting you sleep alone ever again.”

You looked around the room at all of them. Their tails tangled over the sheets. Their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their bodies pressed against yours like they couldn’t bear to be apart.

And you knew it was true.

You weren’t just some neighbor anymore.

You were theirs.

And maybe… maybe that was exactly where you wanted to be.

[cocoakrispis-blog]

SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND ELLIE HEADCANONS

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who almost always snoozes her alarm and unintentionally forces you to make a routine of calling her before school every morning to make sure she’s awake.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who likes to spend the morning wandering school with you holding hands and talking about your upcoming assignments, or tests of the day.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who then ends up almost always being late to her first period because she’s way too clingy in the morning and never wants to say goodbye.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who texts you at all times throughout the day. ellie almost getting her phone taken away from her by her teachers is almost a daily thing.

“wait wait wait before you take my phone up i need to tell her that i‘m getting it taken up!” ellie bargains with her teacher to let her send on one last meage

the teacher sighs in defeat and shakes her head sadly, not even having to ask who ‘her’ was there was only one girl ellie texted and it was her girlfriend.

“yea oh my god thank you i promise i won’t text anymore in your class!” ellie practically jumps for joy when the fed up teacher hands her back her phone to message you.

she gets it taken up the next day.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who if she doesn’t have her lunch period with you will bribe your teachers to let her sit in there and just watch you work no matter how boring it is.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who walks you to all of your classes no matter how far away her next class is.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who has your schedule memorized better than her own and gets along with all of you teachers even better than you.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑who is in the advanced art classes and is almost always making projects inspired by you. when her amazing art pieces get chosen to get hung up in the hallways she is so eager to show you, obviously very proud of her own work.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who surprises you the first time she helps you with what you considered to be possible math work. she’s shockingly good at math and blushes profusely whenever you praise her for being a smarty pants.

“oh no babe you’re using the wrong equation for that one you’re supposed to be using this one.” ellie casually points to another nonsense equation on the sheet that was supposed to be helping you. truly the only thing it was helping you do was be more confused.

you snap you head up at how casually ellie fixes your problem and give her a confused look. “wait ellie i didn’t know you were good at math?”

“yeah it kinda just comes naturally to me so i never really talk about it.” ellie shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

you squeal at her words and immediately pounce on her to give her a tight embrace.

“gogh how did i get so lucky i have the smartest girl in school all to myself.”

ellie’s cheeks warm at the compliment and she gives you a dorky smile before returning your tight embrace.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who is actually president of some pretty nerdy clubs and is really flattered when you always attend her meetings.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who sucks at study dates and always ends up in a hot and heavy makeup session with you during it no matter what.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who puts on glasses to do school work and has no idea just how hot it is for you.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who talks about you so much to her teachers you have random adults constantly waving at you in the hallway.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who always forgets her water bottle at home and begs you for sips of your own in between classes.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who is not at all surprised whenever you guys get cutest couple in the yearbook. the whole school loves you guys together so much and now’s you guys will never break up.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who overcomes her social anxiety to go all out to ask you to all the school dances. you say yes every time and she lets out a big sigh of relief every time as if you’d ever say no.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who breaks her instagram ban to post all the pictures you took together at the latest school dance.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who very reluctantly agrees to match with you for all of the dress up days for school. you totally think she hats it but she secretly loves dressing up especially with you.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who definitely always have her big chunky headphones in the hallway and is always extremely startled when you pull up behind her.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ agrees to go to all of the school events with you despite the fact that she’d rather be at home playing video games or something.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who’s whole entire friend group loves you maybe even more than ellie, and are always hoping she invites you out to their hangouts.

“wait so is (y/n) coming or is it just you?” dina questions ellie seriously.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN JUST ME?!” ellie cried out in frustration.

“chill out dude we just want to know f she’s gonna be coming or not.” jesse lightly tries to diffuse the situation.

ellie lets out a groan at jesse’s remark before very huffily shooting you a quick text.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who definitely has a new polaroid of you in her phone case every week.

school girlfriend ellie ⭑ who proudly wears her ‘i love my girlfriend’ t-shirt to school almost every week as if anyone could forget how much she does truly love you.

a/n: okay so i know its barely been ac lupe’s days but i had to spin back on these school ellie headcanons and add even more that i’ve been thinking of. a lot of these are actually based on irl experience its so fun to have a gf during school. but yeah a lot fo you guys seemed to enjoy the first one so here’s some more hope you guys enjoyed!!!

[01zfan]

venusian

producer!anton x alien!reader | 10k words

another installment of my rock the house seriez! this was fun to write even though it took me forever.

contains: face sitting, alot of implied sex, intergalactic booty call, anton catching feelings

rock the house masterlist

Anton gripped the metal of his fire escape, looking down at street below him.

He was a struggling artist, not the type that leaped over banisters down to oncoming traffic but the one that watched. He watched people like they were characters in movies, crafting stories for each single one. The student rushing to beat the light had an assignment waiting for them when they got home. The mother that had to pull her kids behind her on a plastic scooter worked all day, the man was looking at his phone was texting his mistress.

Honestly, it was too cold for Anton to be outside. He was also too busy to be doing this. He had a list of things to do before his band released their newest project. But like a thousand times before, the closer Venusian got to the release date of music Anton started getting sentimental and spending his time doing things he shouldn’t be doing. Procrastination is what Wonbin called it, Sohee referred to it as cold feet. In the deep corner of Internet somewhere they would say this was a product of Anton being a hack, and each project Venusian released, the world was closer to finding it out. 

Now, Anton couldn’t dispute this. He was talented, no one could take that away from him. From a young age he was able to play instruments at an advanced level and read classical music like it was a second language. Reading notes on a musical staff came to him faster than reading actual words in a book. He confused his teachers with his disdain for math when he was so easily able to divide a beat down to the hemidemisemiquaver. He was born with perfect pitch and a metronome built into his feet, and was able to memorize anything music related at the drop of a hat. 

Anton knew it would be to everyone’s dismay if they found out how often he lost faith in himself. Why would someone who was held in such high regard lose his poise so often? Why would someone so talented refuse to claim the section leader position when it so clearly belonged to him? Anton—and apparently the trolls on the Internet—knew the answers to these questions long before everyone else. He looked over the railing looking for inspiration because like he knew he was a musical prodigy, he also knows he doesn’t have a creative bone in his body.

He knew no one would understand. Creativity wasn’t sight reading music perfectly or being able to tune the other people in your section when they were off key. Creativity to Anton was being able to pull something from the depth of your mind. He would’ve settled for ideas coming to him slowly, but they didn’t come to him at all. Anton needed months to compose sheet music, and atleast a week notice if he had to improvise for the class. Everything he did was too refined, devoid of emotion. He blamed it on the classical cello lessons his mother put him in the moment he expressed an interest in music. He believed his young impressionable brain never had the ability to entertain the idea of music before the technical aspect of was shoved down his throat. He never got the luxury of being that kid that banged on pots and pans with abandon because he liked the way it sounded—he was the kid that had a private lessons teacher looming over him with a ruler in case he got anything wrong.

Anton lacked the complex understanding of the ebbs and flows of the music and where modern musicians fit into the crests. He was able to hide his failings as a musician until he made it to university, where each of his teachers seemed to pick up on it like a sixth sense. 

He believed he was cursed when his senior project called for him to write and produce a whole mini album. The technical aspect of it all didn’t frighten him, he knew the ins and outs of producing software. What scared Anton shitless was that he had nothing to produce. He could hear a note and know exactly where it landed but he could never find out why it was that note. What drove someone to sing in minor key instead of major key, what idea popped into someones mind to make something? 

Anton needed creativity if he wanted to graduate. At the very least enough to get him through five songs that were three to five minutes in length. He stayed after hours sitting in a practice room in silence looking for creativity, then he spent time drafting an extremely long and pitiful email to his faculty advisor. 

Right before Anton could press send and reveal his biggest secret, he met his first bandmate. 

(Technically, Anton heard Sohee before he met him. As he edited the final line of his email he heard the distinct voice of someone in the practice room beside his. The soundproof walls couldn’t block the voice next door. Anton perked up, straightening his slouched back as he listened, really listened to the voice next to him. Even when the voice would chip away after losing air or crack when his throat would become strained Anton knew the voice was special. The organic sound was refreshing, it drew Anton in so much that his pitiful email was long forgotten. 

He left the practice room and peaked through the window. He looked at the back of Sohee’s head as he continued to sing, his hand gripping tightly on the music stand in front of him. When Sohee tipped his head back and another beautiful falsetto note bled through the door, Anton walked right in. He was able to connect a face to the voice, someone he had seen before. The nursing major in the music theory class Anton was a teacher’s aide for. Anton remembers Sohee’s reason for joining the class was to fulfill a requirement.)

From there the rest was history. Anton spoke with his foot in his mouth, the sudden idea of having someone sing on his final project coming out in a huff. Sohee looked from side to side before letting a confused huh? ring through the practice room. Anton only repeated himself in the same rushed manner, followed by him mentioning his final project.

Sohee kept the same confused tone and his hand still gripped his music stand from the exertion of hitting high notes as Anton explained his final project. Sohee didn’t really listen until Anton started flexing his knowledge in music, talking about being flatand breath control, things Sohee knew he had trouble with. 

Then, he started listening. He even worked his schedule around ever so slightly to fit their practice and recording sessions into the day. A week later, when the only thing Anton had to show for was song covers, Wonbin came around. He was in the same situation as Anton, up Shit Creek with no paddle and a final project that needed to be finished if he wanted to graduate. 

Everything was luck. Anton was lucky that he was able to turn in a completed mini album for his final project. He was lucky that his teacher practically forced him to upload the album to a streaming platform due to how refined it was for a senior project. Anton was extremely lucky that the blossoming indie community attached themselves to his work. He was lucky that he found his album earn a shining review from Pitchfork, and countless streams on his songs every night. 

Something that was a stroke of luck fueled by energy drinks and the overwhelming feeling of getting a failing grade on a final project made Anton, Sohee, and Wonbin famous. By the time school ended they were on the list of albums to listen to and in the middle of the sweltering heat of the summer the news broke. Senior Project by Unnamed was ranked as the Top 50 Indie Albums of the Decade. 

After that everyone found out about them pretty quickly. Wonbin couldn’t go on MySpace without it crashing. Sohee’s parents called him crying that their son was singing on the radio. Anton’s heart rate hadn’t been a normal BPM since early April.

The pressure to release something and have it be as good as the accident weighed heavy on him. The sole producer of his trio—and the de facto leader—couldn’t make a beat to save his life. The mere thought of sitting down and crafting something left him even more stumped than he was before. 

But before Anton could confess to Sohee and Wonbin that he couldn’t deliver the same way he did on Senior Project, he found out they were all in. Sohee dropped out of medical school and Wonbin quit his day job. Wonbin spent his earnings on a new guitar and Sohee spent his on vocal lessons. Anton was considering spending his money on a one-way plane ticket to Hawaii and never looking back. They couldn’t make you produce an album if they didn’t know where you were. He could’ve been sipping Mai Tai’s looking at the Oahu sunset but instead he sat out on the curb of Sohee’s apartment complex with his head in his hands as Wonbin and Sohee tried to understand what was wrong. 

Anton for the first time in his life voiced that although he was a prodigy, he had nothing to show for it. The confession came out like vomit, splattering on the concrete and warming underneath the sun. Wonbin looked up to the clouds while Sohee twisted his head away in defeat. Anton felt actual bile raise in his throat as grasshoppers rubbed their legs together in the silence.

Wonbin put a hand to his face to block the sun. Anton heard the muffled shock of Sohee saying he dropped out of med school for this. Then, as if lack of creativity could be cured in a weekend, Wonbin gave his recommendation.

“Let’s buy a van and go sleep in the forest. Completely disconnect with the world and reconnect with nature.” 

Wonbin said it so happily, backed with the reasoning that some rock band neither Sohee or Anton had heard of has done it before. Apparently the band went on a societal cleanse and came back to create  one of the best albums ever made.

(Years later, Anton listened to the album and hated Every. Single. Song.)

 In any other instance Anton would’ve called Wonbin crazy, but the lack of an album and the increasing pressure from everyone wanting a new body of work pushed Anton into reluctantly saying yes. So within the week Anton blew some of his earnings on a van, the three packed their bags and went to camp in the dense forest an hour away from their hometown. Wonbin’s words played again and again in Anton’s mind as he stayed in the passenger seat. He looked for creativity in the tall trees. Anton looked for it all and stayed in the front seat in an effort to see it first. 

When the sun no longer gave him light he switched to the flashlight in the glove compartment, keeping it close to his page full of marked out lyrics and mindless ramblings. He couldn’t think of anything else without lingering on each failed attempt. One of the last things that wasn’t crossed out was the tiny print at the bottom of the page. You’re not going to make it stared at him, it caused his flashlight to go out and it made a headache form right in the center of Anton’s head.

He came to the shocking discovery then and there that he was a one hit wonder, that he was lucky to have famous song on that found its way from an obscure streaming site to the biggest social media platform. His unnamed bands overnight success would dwindle within the week, and they would go back to living their regular pedestrian lives.

Anton finally gave up when he made it to the bottom of his page. He let the flashlight take a break in the cupholder between the two front seats and closed his notebook. He opened the glove compartment and slammed it shut a little too hard, not caring a bit when Wonbin groaned from the back of the van. Anton looked back to see Wonbin and Sohee dangerously close to cuddling as they both shared a single blanket on top of the small inflatable mattress. 

Anton turned away and rolled the window down by the plastic crank and stuck his head out as if inspiration would be carried into the van by the gentle wind. He balanced his head on his arm that hung out the window and sighed. He thought about the lyrics Wonbin wrote, how his bandmate had no instrumental to put it over. The sinking feeling Anton got at the thought of Sohee and Wonbin waking up tomorrow even more worried about the future of the band suffocated him. 

He opened the van door and shut it so hard the van rocked. 

Anton tried to find inspiration in the sound of twigs snapping underneath his foot, the absence of sound as the trees blew in the wind. He walked to the side of the van and leaned against it, hoping that something would whisper to him in the dead quiet of the night. 

When nothing came and only the moon shined down on him, Anton let out another sigh. He leaned his head back until he felt the large window of the van press his hair flat. He looked directly up to the moon, the only thing that seemed to be awake like him. The stars in the sky were shining bright, or maybe they were normal—Anton couldn’t remember the last time he looked to the night sky. He closed his eyes and fisted his hands so tight he could feel his nails dig into his palm. He pressed his head against the glass even harder, trying to remember the last time in his life he was so desperate for results. He drew in a breath, parted his lips, and screwed his eyes shut.

“Please give me something.” Anton whispered into the night.

When he opened his eyes he started laughing at himself for how ridiculous he sounded. Wishing on planets and stars for inspiration like he was a child. Talking to God like he wasn’t a man of science. He considered waking up Wonbin and Sohee to tell them that this wouldn’t work out. Dissolving the band before it even has a man, carrying on with their lives like they didn’t have the most downloaded EP on iTunes.

Anton looked down at his hands, spreading out his fingers so far he felt the stretch. These hands could play Flight of the Bumblebee with ease and could write a paper on music theory overnight, how could they not produce a song? Anton looked at the callouses on his fingers in the moonlight, twisting and turning the rings on his fingers to feel something. Everything about him was hard to the touch, but he felt so incredibly soft. Like he was about to cry, despite not being blessed with the talent of music. 

Anton wiggled his fingers again and felt the urge to curse at them. His eyes drifted to the shadow that was cast underneath him onto the ground.

He was still staring at his fingers when the white light of the moon shifted to a muted green. The change was so sudden Anton blinked first, making sure that his eyes weren’t failing him. When he realized the color being casted on him became hidden by the clouds, he looked up to the sky again. He saw something in the sky, a white cloud trailing behind it. Anton followed its path in the sky, walking around the edge of the van as it came closer and closer to making an impact on the Earth.

Anton’s first reaction was to drop his jaw. Then to pound on the side of the van, as if waking up the only two people on the planet more clueless than him would help. He mindlessly followed, stepping on leaves and twigs and tripping over things as he saw the thing come even closer. Right in front of Anton it crashed into the trees, then straight into the ground. Everything moved around him, he went backwards to hide behind the protection of the van. Underbrush was uprooted from the speed of the wind caused by the impact. 

Anton looked bak up to the sky. White moonlight replaced the green. He looked around. The sound of something falling was replaced with the normal sounds of the night. He looked down. The Earth didn’t split down the middle.

“What just happened?” Anton said to himself quietly. 

He peaked past the van, looking right where the crater would be. Past the lining of trees, less than a two minute walk away. Anton should get back in his car and drive away. But the fact that something unbelievable needs to happen to him made him stay in the same spot.

Anton debated for a long time on if he should take a step closer. More leaves and twigs snapped underneath his foot as he crossed by the van entirely. His blood went cold and everything in him told him to turn around. He should put the key in the ignition of his car and drive away. But he took another step. Then another. Anton creeped past the tree line walking like a prey animal. He looked back to the stationary white van behind him. There was still a chance to go back, but the something unbelievable was calling to him. Anton took the last step to make it to the edge of the crater before looking in.

His hair stood on end when he looked down into the impact on the earth. The circumference of the crater was the length of two vans put together, but it was deep. So deep that the bottom was almost hidden by the night. Anton had to bend down close to look deeper. 

When Anton saw something move in the crater, he was gone. He no longer was looking for something unbelievable to happen to him, inspiration be damned. He cleared out of the forest to make it to the van, opening up the back with an incredible amount of speed. The momentum caused the car to shake, and Anton’s hands were on the shoulders of his bandmates in seconds.

“A girl fell from the sky.” Anton said it quickly, shaking Wonbin’s shoulder harshly.

Wonbin tilted his head to the side as Anton continued to relay what he saw. He blinked his eyes once, twice, then a third time as he tried to comprehend what was being said to him.

“Is that the name of the album?” Wonbin said, groggy voiced as he rubbed one of his eyes.

Anton shook his head angrily before trying to catch his breath. 

“Green Comet…” Anton huffed, suddenly realizing his vision was starting to spot. The adrenaline and the confirmed sighting of an extra-terrestrial being made him feel dizzy. “Fell from the sky. She’s in a crater.” He huffed.

When Wonbin moved from the pallet of clothes and blankets, Sohee did the same. His eyes fluttered open but stayed partially closed. His hair was bumped on one side as he also tried making sense of what Anton was saying.

“Are those song titles?” Sohee asked.

His voice was high-pitched and whiny, Anton knew he was angry from the lack of sleep and being woken up in the middle of the night. There were more important things happening. They needed to call the cops, they needed to call the press.

Anton continued shaking his friends awake, but the lack of mentioning a song title, album name, or anything music related made them go back to sleep. Anton watched in dismay as the two laid their heads back down, ignoring and turning away from his hands that were trying to will them awake. The only thing they did was move their shoulders out of his reach, one of them grumbling wake us up when you have a song finished.

Just as Anton was about to climb into the back of the van to shake his bandmates awake, he heard leaves and twigs snap. His full body froze, the hair on the back of his neck stood up and his throat was suddenly dry. The spring night suddenly felt cold as he felt a presence behind him.

When Anton first heard a voice, he didn’t want to turn around. He didn’t want to acknowledge whoever was speaking to him. He wanted to heave his body into the back of the van and shut the doors behind him. He wanted to speed off back to civilization, at the very least he wanted to scream and wake his bandmates up. But Anton couldn’t do anything, he didn’t move an inch when he felt the presence take another step.

“Where am I?” You repeated

Anton quickly told you that you were in the quiet midwest of America. He said you were on planet Earth, and some other things he forgot now. He was rambling at the mouth, he’s sure he started telling secrets of his own at some point. He’s in a band. He’s a hack. He has no creativity. He’s scared that you’re getting closer. He thinks you’re going to abduct him and probe him and he’s going to be your human prisoner for the rest of his life.

At some point between your first step and your last step, Anton closed his eyes. He prepared for death, his life flashed before his eyes, everything. But then you grabbed his hands. He felt warm all over, his rambling stopped and his fear was replaced with something else. The turbulence in his mind cleared and everything stopped making sound around him. The wind stopped blowing, Wonbin stopped snoring, everything felt peaceful. 

Then, when Anton opened his eyes you were gone. All traces of you vanished into the night. Reality came back slowly. Anton clasped his hands hard, then looked down at them again. He was no different. He wasn’t being beamed up into the sky, he wasn’t hurt. He was suddenly alone again outside, the trees and the sounds came back to him like they never left. He could also clearly hear the beginning chord to a song and a name for his band. 

Anton heard everything, the longer he stared at his hands the more inspiration struck. He heard it all, he could see it all so clearly. The album name, song titles, album covers, music videos. Anton was up for the rest of the night, filling out pages and pages in his notebook until his hand could no longer hold the pen straight.

Sometimes Anton could still feel the pain in his hand from writing all night. He flexed his hand that gripped the railing, closing his palm in on itself before leaning closer to the banister. He looked behind him to his apartment. The studio door was wide open, and had to audibly sigh to try and relieve some of that burden.

The word had dropped nearly three months ago that a new album was coming. A rumor that wasn’t really a rumor, and once people caught wind of it there was no use in denying it. Their recording company was already reaching out about any possible singles. Wonbin started already reinventing himself. Sohee was sending Anton lyrics everyday in hopes of getting the music faster. 

The only way he was able to get a break from everything was to say he needed time to collect and recenter himself. What this meant for his colleagues was to go on a weeklong coke fueled bender. What that meant for Anton was to look at foot traffic in the street below him hoping to see his alien girlfriend-who-is-not-his-girlfriend.

He learned that you would always come when he least expected you to. Washing up on the beach during his vacation to Vietnam. Offering him a wine glass at an industry party. Appearing as room service during his stay at a hotel abroad. He wasn’t sure what summoned you. He was always so used to the feeling of not being inspired that he never knew when he was about to reach a breaking point. 

But you always did.

The first time you appeared and he found you in the forest, when he thought he was going to die but he lived and Venusian and the chords for the first EP was in his head.

The second time you appeared was outside of a diner. Anton spent the whole day disconnected from the world, enjoying an AYCE sushi special instead of finishing the vocal mixing on the first single when you appeared across the street. Locked in the phone booth right in Anton’s line of sight the moment he lifted his head from his salmon roll. 

He thought he was seeing things at first. By this point in time he had convinced himself that seeing you in the forest was the product of starvation, anxiety, and sleep deprivation. In the morning when he finally got Sohee and Wonbin to come and see where you landed, they said it was only the beginnings of a construction site. So Anton told himself you were just a very real figment of his imagination. But across the street you were very real and you were beckoning for him to come to you.

In the phone booth, Anton finally had a conversation with you. Cramped in after you pulled him inside you two had a formal interaction. To offset how normal the greeting was you told him you were not from this planet. Anton thought he was imagining things again. He shook his head and smiled waiting for the punchline of your joke, and an actual explanation as to why you fell from the sky and asked where you were so honestly. 

Anton doesn’t remember speaking very much in the phone booth. His first reaction was to shiver from the feeling of the hairs raising on the back of his neck. His second was to deny you not being from this planet. You talked like a human, you smelled like a human, you looked like a human. Then you said something ridiculous like being human is relative, which ended up being a track name on Venusian’s first full length album She Fell From the Sky.

(Anton could’ve named the album My Girlfriend Fell From the Sky Because She is an Alien and no one would’ve done anything about it. No one second guesses the names or titles indie bands use for their titles, but giving you the title of girlfriend seemed a little presumptuous.)

He found out on your third visit when you knocked on his door in a private studio that you kissed better than any human being ever has. You two kissed better than people could, all of his past experiences and stories he heard paled in comparison. The way you leaned in close, hovering over him while he basically shook in his office chair. You looked so beautiful standing above him, you smiled to ease him into you. You pressed your lips to his so softly and his hands went to your waist, holding onto you. You weren’t able to disappear into thin air. That night you kissed Anton goodbye, he was able to see you leave, and he was able to get you to promise you’d come back. 

When you closed the studio door behind you, Anton did what any artist would do. He turned the situation he found himself in to profit. All the confusion and love and lust from an alien he’s met a handful of times, who appears and disappears on her own accord. An alien who always knows where he is and when he needs her. Always smells so good, and looks at him so intensely it literally sparks creativity. Someone who his bandmates thinks is fake. He put all of that—and much more—into the second album. My Girlfriend is an Alien. A little on the nose, but it was green lit nonetheless. The album featured tracks such as i hope you’re real, please meet my friends, imaginary friend, and star/meteor. 

On the fourth visit Anton found out you were a fan. He knew because you liked the song come to my apartment next time, and no one liked that song. A dud on the album but something you felt like was just for you. You called him on the phone in his hotel across the world, just when he was about to fall asleep. You talked to him but didn't tell him where you were, it sounded like you were driving or laying in bed and kicking your feet and writing in your journal. Before you could hang up and disappear for an undisclosed amount of time he had questions ready. In his notebook next to lyrics he looks at the chicken scratch in the margins, the hotel phone caught between his shoulder and ear as he made sure to speak clearly into the receiver.

“Will you come when I ask you to?” 

“No.” 

“Will you come when I need you to?”

“Yes.”

“How will I know when you will be here?”

“You don’t.”

“What’s your favorite song by Venusian?”

That was the question that stumped you. You were silent for a moment, the crackling sound of a connection. Anton looked at the lamp on the bedside table, staring at it until it left an imprint in his vision. He thought the line had disconnected before you spoke.

“The ones you write about me, of course.”

All of them were about you, he couldn't tell you that before you told him that you loved him and had to go. Without a doubt in Anton’s mind, every song was about you. Even when Wonbin wrote the lyrics, they were always about an elusive figure that was appearing in and out of someone’s life. When Sohee wrote lyrics, they were about wanting something. On the rare occasion the song wasn’t about you, the bands name itself was a homage to you. He never asked if you were from Venus because he thought it'd be rude, but he wished on that planet before you came down in a crater his bandmates thought was a construction site.

He couldn’t escape you, but no one even knew you existed. Sometimes Anton didn’t even know you existed. He searched harder in the street. He saw a school teacher finally heading home. Someone with a coffee cup, spilling it on themselves because they were walking too fast. Taxi driver smoking on the corner, letting possible clients pass him to hop in the cars of his competition. A woman walking down the sidewalk, past the smoker and the school teacher and the spill on the person shirt. Her pace got slower and slower until she came to a stop right in front of his building.

Anton looked further down, leaning even closer to the banister. The metal railing pressed into his stomach, going right through his thin shirt as he looked down. Foot traffic continued around her. From the high floor of Anton's apartment his hair started blowing, whipping forward and closing his eyes. The woman in front of Anton's apartment building was unmoving, so was he. If Sohee was here he would've believed it to be the paparazzi, Wonbin would've thought it was a coincidence. But Anton knew before you looked up. The hat and sunglasses you had on obstructed the view of your face, but Anton knew. All you had to do was point towards the front door before Anton was turning on his heel, running through his apartment until he made it to the front door.

Anton cleared his apartment a little too fast to ring you up. He kept his eyes glued to the front camera of the building as you walked up the steps. When the buzzer sounded off you smiled, pulling at the large door before you walked out of frame of the camera. 

Anton imagined you coming up the stairs. He swore he could hear you from floors away, your heeled shoes coming through his apartment building as you made your way to him. He could hear the elevator music from his living room, and he could see you looking at the red number climb until you were at his floor. He wasn’t sure how you knew, but you always knew. He stopped asking questions long ago. He was just so happy to see you, a relieved smile coming across his face as he opened his door to you standing there.

“Did you miss me?” You asked.

Anton nodded, pulling you by your arm to get you to come inside. He learned to not waste time when you were here. No more shy greetings or acting amazed when you’d show up. He learned to think about your surprise appearance when he was alone. He helped you take off your hat and shades to put it on the table at the entryway. He guided your jacket off of your arms as you looked up to the high ceilings.

“This place is so big just for one person.” You said quietly.

Anton didn’t know how you lived. He didn’t know where you lived either. Venus was the presumed place, but it could've been the moon. Both were visible when he made his wish that night. He didn’t know if millionaire musicians lived in gigantic lofts by themselves where you came from. He could’ve had roommates. Sohee and Wonbin always wanted to stay with him during the album creation process, to really get involved in the body of work. Venusian tours made Anton encounter his fair share of groupies that wanted him. He could’ve had one of them as a live in girlfriend that uses his money to buy drugs and his fame as an aphrodisiac. But Anton preferred to live alone, even if he had a guest room littered with things he’d think you like in between your visits.

Anton continued guiding your jacket off, then the fleece button up you had on underneath. You always complained about the cold. Anton imagined wherever you came from was always in an eternal spring compared to the frigid weather here. You liked the weather in Puerto Vallarta the most. You came to Anton on a pool floatie saying you could get used to the weather here. You hated it the most in Germany. You emerged from a snow bank when Anton was leaving the convenience store late at night. You were shaking like a leaf then, and Anton gave you his jacket and had to spend the whole night warming you up.

(At first the sentiment was innocent. He offered you all the blankets his room had to offer, and then you said you needed body heat. His huffs of hot air was sticking to your skin, and you were clinging to him for dear life. He repeated how badly he wanted to warm you up as he covered his body with yours, and hushed you over and over again when you were running out of breath. You were both sweating by the time the Sun came up, and then you said you were finally warm enough to go home.)

He knows you probably hate the weather now. But you bite your tongue to stop you from saying how cold it is even when you’re shivering. You just walk fully into Anton’s living room, sitting in the middle of the couch before you tap the spot next to you.

Anton is uninspired. He’s not creative. That’s why you’re here. Offering your magic touch again, his next Grammy nomination and wave of accolades is waiting for him on his large couch.

He follows in your footsteps, discarding his robe on the chair next to the couch. In his plain black tee and sweats Anton gets on the couch, climbing on until he rests his head in your lap. Even with all this space he’s too big. His foot dangles over the edge of the couch, and you let out a soft grunt when he lays his head on you. He doesn’t care because this is enough. When your fingers massage his scalp he closes his eyes, trying to will the stress away.

Anton felt you stir underneath him, and he already felt the stress coming back. He instinctually reached a hand to your arm, trying to keep you there. When he realized you were only repositioning yourself his hand left your wrist, going to his chest. He rubbed the fabric of his shirt and hummed the beginning of a song.

He looked forward as your hands carded through his hair, flattening out the bits that were sticking up.

“Where were you this time?” Anton asked.

“Your kind haven't discovered it yet. But I came back pretty fast this time, didn't I?” You asked.

Anton nods his head against your fingers because you did come back faster this time. When Venusian was just beginning you used to appear every week, when the band was at its peak the longest Anton was left waiting for you was two years. Before you showed up at his apartment today you called him over the phone a month and a half ago. Your voice crackled through the speakers and you sounded like you were somewhere far away. Anton almost asked you if there was reception on Venus, but instead he decided to put it in a song. Not knowing the answer made him look for it himself, and that’s how he came up with the idea of the first single for Venusian’s upcoming album. 

Anton remembers the last conversation you guys had over the phone. He asked you if you were real for the hundredth time and you laughed before saying yes. He asked if you’re real why can’t he reach out and touch you and you said he would just have to save it for next time. So Anton opens his eyes and reaches up with one hand, until he can feel your cheek underneath his fingers. His other hand wraps around your hand in his hair, and he keeps eye contact with you while you look down at him. It’s really not fair that you get to come and go as you please. You should stay here with him, be his live-in alien girlfriend who helps him write music. You wouldn’t even have to do housework, he’d hire someone to do that. He can get whatever people eat on Venus shipped right to his doorstep just for you.

Anton holds you tighter, there’s silence and you moving your legs underneath his head again. From this spot on your lap all Anton can focus on is you. You two are floating in space together, holding eachother’s hands. Anton thinks about a spaceship and then Star Trek, and then the parts of you that he couldn’t touch over the phone. He was telling you about it long after the phone call suddenly disconnected until he was shaking and his body was covered in sweat. 

“How’s the music thing going?” You asked.

The question was asked just to fill the silence, because you wouldn’t be here if Anton wasn’t struggling with the music thing. If Anton could finish the mixing on this song you’d still be floating around space somewhere and Venusian’s latest album would’ve already hit streaming platforms. 

Anton sits up from your lap and your hands combing through his hair. Even though he lets go of your hands he still feels them close, and when he turns around to face you on the couch you have them pressed in the space between your two bodies. You look like you want to reach out and touch him. Anton feels your pull, he sees your eyes focus on him after running down his body. He put his hands on your shoulders then your face, forcing you to look at him and only him. 

“It’s going well.” He couldn’t believe that your face was already becoming hot to the touch. Anton watched you become so bothered you didn’t correct his lie, only nodding against his hand. “Did you hear the new single?” He asked.

Anton watched your hands finally leave the edge of the couch to go to his thighs. Nothing about you was alien. He knew you well, he knew your hands would go underneath his shirt to touch his soft stomach. Anton knew you’d look down first then to him as you let your head rest in the palm of his hand. 

“It was pretty. Felt like you were singing to me.” 

“Well,” Anton trained himself to never answer the question directly when he’d be asked who his muse was. Wonbin always said he sang about love he never found and Sohee said he was singing about an idea. “who else would I be singing to?” Anton 

“Thought maybe you went out and got yourself a girlfriend.” You say.

Anton smiled to hearing that. Like he wasn’t waiting everyday for you to materialize. He could never waste his time dating when he spent all of it waiting for you and making music. He only shook his head, bringing you closer by the hold on your face. 

“I was thinking about you the whole time.”

“Oh yeah?” Your hand left his hair after pulling it one last time. Anton looks up at you sideways as you tilt your head. “I was thinking about you too."

He knows he's being dramatic, because just the thought of you somewhere thinking of your human boyfriend makes him smile. He already thinks of a bonus track for the album think about me will be the title, and he will get Wonbin to write something beautiful about a couple in love. He'll pair it with a beat that's light and sounds like someone's dreams, then end it with the sound of a phone disconnecting. He might even pair it with a music video.

"What were you thinking about when you were thinking about me?" You ask.

Anton has done this dance with you plenty of times. He knows that you’re here to breathe creativity into him, like the fate of his world depends on it. Fuck or die, fuck or never make another song again—it’s the same thing in Anton’s mind. But he still falls victim to your ability to raise the tension, like it was the first time all over again. Back then he was all nerves, thinking about music and how you were his sign from the universe that everything would be alright. He spent more time on his knees than he ever did in his life, he was drained but you kept wanting more. Sometimes Anton can remember the exhaustion vividly, and he also remembers when he woke up the next morning he knew exactly what he was going to do for that collaboration with his favorite artist.

You’re here now, countless save-his-career fucks later and still looking at him like you haven’t gotten enough. He sits up from your lap and turns to face you.

“I was thinking about the last time I saw you,” Anton’s hands start moving to the side of your face then down to your waist. You’re already moving to straddle him. “and you did that think I really like.” He continues.

Anton watches you look down at him and he wonders what’s going on in your head. He remembers last time you were here and you said sincerely he should get a girlfriend. He asked if you had a boyfriend on Venus but recanted his question immediately, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle the answer. He has been making happy music as of late and didn’t want to change that.

Now you looked at him like he was delicate, your little human boy toy you entertained between periods of floating around space.

“I was thinking I just need you so I can get inspiration for this song.” He didn’t mind if he was nothing but an intergalactic booty call. Sometimes it felt like you did things for his benefit, like showing up at to him when he needed you the most. Your hands went to his face and he felt his heart stop. He swears he doesn’t mind.

“How many times do I have to tell you Anton, it’s all you?” You started letting your hips rest heavy on his lap, and he could feel how warm you were all around him. You can say all you want that your fingertips don’t have magical powers, but he has already found a chord for the lyrics Sohee sent him the other day. “You’re talented, just stressed and—” He presses your hips deeper into his, until you feel him twitching in his pants. “You’re already hard?”

Anton is helpless against you. You’re extra-terrestrial, that has already been established, but there’s something more. The planet Venus must have blessed you with powers. Anton's hand goes to the back of your neck and brings you closer.

“I just need a little bit more.” Anton murmurs against your lips.

Before you can speak Anton brings his other hand to reach into your pants, pushing his hand in your panties. Instantly you arched from the touch, when he applied pressure you swiveled your hips. He’s been here before, he’s been here a million times. An intergalactic booty call on his Italian leather sofa. You're already doing the thing he likes, where you whimper and push your tongue into his mouth. The simple action makes him already falter, becoming your puppet so easily.

Anton doesn’t know what you have in store for him. After discovering he was already hard the look in your eye changed, and your idea of comforting his feelings of inadequacy shifted to something different. 

He’s been holed up in this apartment for more than a week, and he hadn’t made a new friend in God knows how long. Anton forgot how to interact with people beyond his bandmates, and he felt ill-equipped to keep the conversation going with an alien. You’re here, getting off of his lap until his hands follow after you and you’re standing in front of him. When the coffee table is too close to you Anton wastes no time pushing it away with his foot, giving you enough space in front of him. You don’t say anything about it, instead bringing your hands to the bottom of your shirt and lifting it over your head.

Your shirt is balled in your hands then it’s obstructing Anton’s vision. He pulls it into his lap too quick to see you messing with the waistband of your jeans, shimmying out of it before pushing it down your legs. You came all the way from Venus in a matching set, all for him. He’s lied by saying he just needs a little more. Whatever happens each time you leave has only made him worse, and only makes him crave more. Each time you leave he’s left with a sense of this being the last time. 

When you come back to him in your bra and panties he’s too rash. Instead of guiding you to his lap Anton  gets on his back. He doesn’t tell you what he needs when you try to adjust to the sudden change. When you still try to go to his lap Anton’s hand on your wrist stops you. You look at Anton and it takes both of you too many dragging seconds to see what Anton is silent hinting at. He’s missed your touch, your voice, and your taste. When you realize it your eyebrows are raised nearly to your hairline, and he’s still guiding your body towards his face. 

From that point everything happened pretty fast. You asked Anton a million times if he was sure and said yes without fail. When you finally situated yourself with your knees on either side of his head, he knew this was what he needed. The skewed perspective of you down here, his hands on your thighs trying to guide you down. Feeling you cage him in and you taking up all his senses was what he needed. But you were still unsure, even with Anton’s eyes honing in on the pretty pattern of the panties he was determined to eat through you hesitated above him.

“You’ll stop me if you can’t breathe right?” You fought against his hands trying to bring you down. Every breath he took fanned your heat, he could already see the fabric forming to you. “I really couldn’t deal with the guilt if I killed you.” You said.

Anton thought this would be an amazing way to die. Suffocating between thighs and drowning in you. Could aliens be persecuted on Earth? Would you just go back to Venus and never come back?

“Anton.” He looked from your heat back up to you. You tried leaning back to see more of his face but his hold on you kept you in place. “Are you listening to me?” You asked.

“Yes. I’m listening.” He almost went crosseyed focusing back on your center. One of your hands went to grip the armrest past Anton’s head, preemptively giving yourself something to stabilize your body with. He dragged his words out, purposefully letting his breath fan your clammy skin. You were twitching for him already. He pulled you down again. “I’ll tell you, I promise.”

He was grateful his plea was what made you give in. One more tug at your thighs and you were lowering yourself on his mouth, and Anton was sticking out his tongue to lave your panties that covered your clit. He felt you hovering your weight above his head, scared to give him all of it, then he pushed your panties to the side. Almost immediately Anton felt more of your weight and your thighs close around his head. He felt your body lean forwards and he heard your exasperated breath, then a whimper that told him you were getting used to this. He lifted you only a second to drop you directly on his tongue, and he started sucking and licking whatever he could touch. 

Your thighs were shaking around his head, and Anton was becoming increasingly aware of his own body. His dick was twitching in his pants, with each jump or sound you made he was beginning to feel the tension rising along his entire body. He needed more. He was almost there, he almost had the chord or the arrangement. Revelation was on the tip of his tongue. Anton's fingers kept your underwear pushed to the side, he could feel the wet cotton sticking to the side of his face. He hummed again, and you pitched forward to grab the armrest of his couch for stability.

"Do you want me to touch you?" You asked the question quickly. You two made eye contact, his words of just needed you to get off was trapped between your legs. Even if you heard him he knew it'd be lost on him. You were too giving, and he revealed that one of his favorite things in this life was when you'd touch him.

You push yourself from the armrest of the couch and reach behind you, instantly pressing into the bulge. He's so strung up stimulation feels like pain, he's ready to pop at any moment. He hasn't been touched since he saw you last, and he couldn't think of doing anything for himself when you weren't here. Part of being from a different world must mean that your touch goes right through fabric. When your hand cups over his pants it's like you're gripping him in your own hands.

Whatever it is you're doing to him is too juvenile for him to cum first. It almost becomes a competition, he becomes greedy. He tongues you until he pushes past the ring of muscle, sucking on whatever his lips touch. Anton pushed on your ass until it pushed you forward, where his nose bumped your clit. His other hand wrapped around the top of your thigh and pushed you back. He repeated the motion, sucking harder each time your body hitched from you bumping into his nose. When he stopped guiding you Anton was grateful you abandoned more of your inhibitions to repeat the motions on your own. He was grateful that his pleasure became an after thought. You abandoned his dick completely to lean forward again, to press your hand to your lower stomach to really focus grinding on his face. Anton could feel you over his body, but your slick coated his chin. You You were making a mess on his lips too, moaning louder than the sounds he was making between your legs. 

Anton was too busy watching the way your stomach tensed and relaxed each time you ground your hips on his face that he was getting lost. Between notes and songwriting and everything else he was grinding against nothing, his legs draped over the other end of the couch and his body tensed up. You were becoming rigid above him too, your hand in his hair pulled roughly as your body came increasingly heavy on his lips. Anton still drove you forward, until your clit bumped his nose over and over again. You shifted on top of him to fully ride his face, bucking on him over and over.

"Close." You whimpered. Anton felt your hand grip his hair, keeping him in place. He was getting smothered by you, your thighs came close to his face and kept him caged in. "Close, Ton. You're always so good for me."

Anton nodded and continued the motion. He guided you easily, through your body shaking above him. He still continued to suck, until your thighs shook around his head. When you looked down at him Anton kept going, even when you tried lifting your body again he kept you there. He was so close, he just needed a little more. His hands on your waist was rough, he could see your skin dimpling underneath his fingers. He vocalized how he needed you to hold on, but it was hard to break through your noises and how your body was muffling him. 

When you finally froze above him, Anton could taste all of you. He continued sucking even when you pulled even harder at his hair. You had to shake your head and cry out to finally get him to stop. You melted above him, it was Anton who had to lift you off of his face. He watched you stagger on your knees forward, he tiled his head to follow your movements until you were leaning against the edge of the couch.

Both of you had to catch your breath. Anton sat up fully to see you mold into the couch, your chest raising and lowering. He was a little bit more composed, save for the way his hair stuck to his forehead and his entire face glistening with you and sweat.

"Did that help with your writers block?"

Suddenly, everything hits Anton at once. He stands up from the couch, still painfully hard and face flushed, leaving you in your seat. Anton peaks past the doorway of his bedroom to stare directly at you.

"Don't leave." He says quickly before disappearing past the doorframe.

Anton woke up from the sun coming through his window. He forgot to draw the blinds last night, leaving him blinking and already fighting through a headache. He blinked to try and adjust to the light, moving from his side to the other. His door was open. He remembered closing it last night. He also remembered you being on the bed next to him, but he went to sleep knowing you wouldn’t be here in the morning. Still while he faced the open door his other hand mindlessly ran over the spot you were laying last night. He still felt a crater in the sheets where you laid and he swore you left your perfume there too. When he took a deep breath in he could smell you, and he could still taste you too. 

When he looked past the open door he could see the mess you two left in the living room. There was a moment you two were having a heart to heart and the next you were pushing things off the coffee table. His expensive glass fruit bowl was surely chipped if not broken, and he had his throw pillows and blankets laying on the floor. He was still waking up when the buzzing sound from across the bed pulled his attention back to his room. Anton had to crawl over your side of his bed to his nightstand, unplugging his phone and mindlessly unlocking it.

He meandered on the homescreen, blinking constantly as he tried to jumpstart his mind. He even looked away from his phone completely for a moment, focusing on the quiet of his room as he let his thoughts come back to him. He remembered what he was doing the moment his eyes landed on his home studio. He looked at the turn tables and his computer screen that was still awake. He still had the file he was working on open. Anton recalled the song as he clicked on Wonbin’s phone number in his call log.

Anton brought his phone to his face and listened to it ring. He went back down to laying on his bed, one side pressed into the mattress as he kept his phone balanced on the other side. Anton even let his eyes close again as the phone continued to ring. He let out a yawn, fully expecting to catch Wonbin’s voicemail instead of catching him.

“I was calling you last night.” Wonbin says.

Anton still keeps his eyes closed as he hums an acknowledgment into the transmission. Wonbin doesn’t continue to pry even at the clear sign of disrespect, both of them already know what Anton is about to say.

“I have a new song.” Anton could practically hear Wonbin on the other end of the line sigh in relief. Anton imagined Sohee was there with him, the two crowded around the receiver of the phone trying to see who can hear the good news first. He imagines the two of them hitting eachother in excitement at the thought of releasing something new. Anton opens his eyes to look at his computer screen again. He finally feels the embarrassment as he recalls the inspiration he got for the song. He clears his throat, trying to will the memories away. “Come by and I can play it for you guys.” He says.

Anton didn’t have time to clean up his place before the two of them arrived. It seemed as though Wonbin and Sohee were waiting on his call. Within ten minutes he already got the text from Wonbin that they were outside. Anton only had five minutes to light an incense and try to desperately clean up the mess you two made the night prior. He ended up stuffing somethings into his closet, there were still shards of glass on the floor when the two were knocking on his door. 

When Anton opened his door the two barely spared a greeting, instead making a beeline past Anton’s mess of a common area to his bedroom. He saw Wonbin’s attention scatter across his terribly cleaned mess, speaking over his shoulder as Anton closed the distance between them.

“Your place usually isn’t this much of a mess, Anton.” Wonbin says casually.

Anton watches Wonbin’s attention stay on the jostled throw pillows and blanket on his couch. Anton’s face heats up when he remembers the night before. After you rode his face, the rest of the night was a blur. What you two did after that came in snatches. When Anton followed Wonbin’s gaze around his apartment he remembered it. Your hand planted on the back of the couch and the other clutching at the armrest as he fucked you from behind. He remembered the feeling of your sweaty shoulder clasped in his palm as he kept you driving backwards and the way you looked back at what he was doing to you.

“This usually happens to artists when they work on a project.” Sohee says matter-of-factly. 

Wonbin stops walking and looks at the back of Sohee’s head. Anton stops behind Wonbin and Sohee stops right before he walks past the threshold of Anton’s door. 

Anton feels like at any moment their attention will go to the mess and ask why it looks like a tornado ripped through his apartment. Anton almost feels relief that the two decided to bother eachother instead.

Anton watches Sohee give Wonbin his snooty know-it-all look, the one that always drives Wonbin crazy. Instead of responding, Wonbin only drives his finger into Sohee’s side. Sohee instinctually reaches forward to return the favor, causing Wonbin to back up on reflex before reaching forward to try and prod his side again. Anton watches the two of them try and fight. 

They don’t stop until Anton clears his throat and points towards his room. Almost immediately Sohee and Wonbin come to their senses to walk towards Anton’s room. Wonbin pokes Sohee’s side one more time as a joke, causing all three of them to laugh.

When Sohee goes into Anton’s room, he heads to the bed first. Anton tries to be calm seeing Sohee sit in the same spot on the edge of the bed you occupied not even twelve hours ago. Sohee unknowingly sets his backpack next to him, right on top of the pile where your discarded clothes rested before. Anton had to push past Wonbin, remaining neutral as he prepped the song to be played.

Anton trailed behind the two of them, and had to remain neutral at the sight of Wonbin doing a once over of the ground. Anton panicked and did the same, praying that he picked up all evidence of the night he had. When Wonbin’s eyes lingered on a crumbled shirt that looked a size to small, Anton cleared his thought. When his face went hot again he focused back on the computer, letting the sound of Sohee moving on his unmade bed fill the silence.

“When’d you finish this?” Sohee asked.

Anton looked back briefly. He saw Sohee playfully kick his feet that dangled over the edge of Anton’s bed as he leaned back onto the mattress. Anton forced himself to focus on clicking through the files on his desktop not looking back again. 

“Uhm. Last night.” Anton mumbled.

He felt bad for his non-assuming friend, how he had no idea he sat in the same spot where you were pathetically drooling onto his mattress the night before. The thought made Anton the complete opposite of how he was in that moment, he could only shyly nod his head when Sohee made a sound of acknowledgment.

Wonbin moved to the same spot beside the bed where Anton got down on his knees and draped your legs over his shoulders.

“Let’s hear it.” He said.

Anton pressed play and adjusted the volume, letting the beginning play. As the instrumental picked up Anton sheepishly described the type of song he had in mind for the beat. He prayed Sohee and Wonbin didn’t pick up on the deep bass immediately. He tried desperately to beat around the bush to such an extent that Sohee and Wonbin would come up with their own interpretation. 

“It’s on the slower side, but I think we could have really hard hitting lyrics here.” Anton said while making an encompassing motion with his hands.

Anton was grateful that his bandmates didn’t notice the flustered tone or his nervous habit of speaking with his hands. Sohee was thinking about the vocal color he needed for this song and Anton could already see Wonbin crafting the lyrics in his head. The true inspiration of the song seemed to go over their heads for a moment—Anton started easing as they nodded along approvingly to the beat. 

He believed he was in the clear, but when the chorus of the song came around and the sound of a bed creaking played through the speakers of Anton’s computer his bandmates froze. Anton saw Sohee and Wonbin exchange a side eye. Sohee’s legs that dangled over the edge of Anton’s bed stopped kicking suddenly and his head tilted to the side. Wonbin’s mouth dropped and he pulled his hand away from his face. 

Both of them were pulled from their reverie, looking up from the ground to look Anton dead in the eye.

“What type of song is this?” Wonbin asked.

Anton watched Sohee slowly turn around to take in Anton’s unmade bed. He could practically saw the lightbulb go off above his bandmates head as he watched Sohee look over the jostled covers and the folded pillow still laying in the center of the bed. Sohee slowly lifted his hands from the mattress and sat upright and turned back to Anton just as slow.

“No way.” Sohee says in disbelief.

At Anton’s reddening face and Sohee’s agape mouth Wonbin did a once over again. When the lightbulb went off over his head he begins laughing so hard he has to bend over and hold his chest. 

“Unbelievable.” Wonbin wipes the tears from his face. “Unbelievable.”

[mwahbabe]

can you do more of rachel with a mommy kink... please.... i need her.... 🙏

“study” date

pairing: rachel amber x fem!reader

mdni, smut, vfingering(r!receiving), cunnilingus(r!receiving), mommy kink, squirting, dom!rachel, sub!reader, kinda bratty reader, established relationship, rachel is a sza fan bc i said so.

a/n: after i finally finished this i stood up and no shit the seat was sticky. ENJOY.

tuesday and thursday nights were you and rachels usual study nights, you were failing biology and maths, and rachel being your girlfriend and the straight A student she kindly offered to help you. though most of these study dates, no studying really got done, i mean could you blame her? you sitting all pretty, especially if you were in short shorts or pajamas, with that pen between your lips, how could she not shove her hand down your shirt and push you down on her sheets and eat your pussy??

you two were laying on her bed, books spread out around you. both your laptops open, it was just the two of you in her room, the room quiet and cozy.

as you wrote notes or typed something, rachel tried to focus on the task at hand, she found her gaze wandering over to you constantly, her eyes taking in every detail of your face and figure.

you had the end of your pen against your bottom lip as you reviewed your notes, your eyes trying to focus. rachel wasn’t focused on her own work, too distracted by you.

she felt a pang of desire in her stomach, her thoughts quickly veering from studying to other– less academic pursuits. her eyes roved over your body as you lay on your stomach, taking in the sight of your tight tank and shorts hugging every curve.

as you were highlighting important notes, the sound of felt tip on paper as well as pages turning and rachels bracelets jingling, with a soft sza song playing on rachel’s cd player playing in the background, rachel found herself growing increasingly restless, her gaze still transfixed on you. she could feel a certain heat pooling in the pit of her stomach, her thoughts becoming more and more fixated on you crying out her name.

“god, we have like 4 assignments this week.” your voice snapped her out of her dirty thoughts. she nodded in agreement, her eyes reluctantly leaving your body to glance at the computer.

“yeah, but it’s doable. we can get through them.”

“seriously, quitting and just being a stripper is looking real good right now.” you joked.

“tempting as that is, i think we should finish our education first.” she replied, her tone light but her voice still retaining that edge of desire. rachel’s hand slowly made its way to rest on your hip, her touch gentle but firm, as if she couldn’t keep her hands to herself any longer. “ugh. i guess.” you didn’t pay much mind to your girlfriends wandering hands, it wasn’t unusual at all.

“but you know I would kill any guy that gets near you.” she said, her voice still holding that husky, seductive undertone. “they don’t deserve to see you like that.” you scoffed. “you would kill a guy for even breathing near me rach.” rachel chuckled at your comment, her hand rubbing small circular motions across your hip. “not wrong.” she said, “no man or woman is getting near you you on my watch.”

she leaned closer, her gaze roaming over your face before meeting your eyes again. “besides,” she added, her voice dipping lower, “you know i don’t share.” you chuckled, looking at her fully now. “i know that, but damn, even that nice store clerk who helped me find that top?” rachel’s hand tightened on your hip at the mention of the store clerk.

“that girl had a lustful look in her eyes.” she said, her voice a low grumble. “she was checking you out way too hard.” her hand slipped under your shirt to idly trace over your stomach.

“eh, at least she was looking respectfully.”

“looking ‘respectfully’ my ass.” rachel muttered, her hand still tracing over your stomach, moving higher up. “she was all but drooling over you. she wasn’t respectful.”

“you’re impossible.” your breath hitched subtly at rachels wandering hands. she huffed a little at your comment, her hand sliding up further,

“yeah, i’m impossible. impossible to keep my hands off you.” she murmured, her lips skimming along your jawline before pressing kisses to your neck. “god you’re so corny.” you giggled as she climbed ontop of you, her lips tickling your neck. “rach.” you giggled and playfully tried pushing her off. rachel laughed at your reaction, her body completely covering yours as she straddled you. she continued to assault your neck and jawline with kisses, her lips lingering in spots that she knew were sensitive.

“you love it.” she murmured against your skin, her tongue trailing over your pulse point. you playfully tried to fight her off but rachel continued her attack on your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin as her hands came to rest on either side of your head, effectively trapping you beneath her. she nipped and sucked at your neck, her tongue joining in.

“just give in. I know you want to.” she murmured between kisses “fuck you…” you giggled as you turned your body trying to throw her off. rachel let out another laugh, her body moving with yours as you tried to knock her off you. she was having too much fun teasing you and she was not about to let you win.

“is that what you want babe?” she asked, her voice filled with playful mischief. her lips moved down to your collarbone and she nipped at the sensitive skin there, her hands roaming over your body as she tried to hold you in place. “mmh– maybe.” you let out moans as her lips assaulted your neck. giving her more giggles. “not sure yet.”rachel chuckled at your moans, her tongue swirling against your skin as she nipped and sucked at your neck. her hands continued to roam over your body, occasionally slipping beneath the fabric of your tank and caressing your bare skin.

“ohoho, not sure?” she murmured, her lips moving up to your ear. “i guess i’ll have to try harder then.” “whatever.” you said with sass. “i’m not no sub.” big fat lie and you and rachel knew it. she laughed again, her lips now kissing a trail down your neck to your chest. “that’s cute. you think you’re not a sub.”

she bit down on your collarbone, her teeth scraping across the sensitive skin there. “we both know you’re a good girl for me.” she breathed, her hands grasping your wrists and pinning them to the bed above your head. “ugh. i hate you.” you grunted softly, “yeah, you hate me so much.” rachel chuckled, her lips moving back up to your neck as she began to trail kisses across your jawline.

“yet here you are, letting me pin you down and mark you all up.”

she nipped at the skin just below your ear, leaving behind a small mark that would definitely be visible tomorrow. “oh whatever. you just can’t resist all this.” you joke, “that’s true enough.” rachel murmured, her lips still moving over your skin.

she brought her lips back to your neck, marking the already sensitive skin with more kisses and bites. Her body weighed down on yours, pinning you to the bed with ease. “but you love every second of this.” she purred, her tongue tracing along your pulse point. you half heartedly rolled my eyes your eye twitching as her tongue makes contact there. “okay girl.” rachel could tell you were trying to challenge her and let out a soft laugh. she didn’t mind. she loved a challenge, you always played push and pull.

she bit down on your pulse point and nipped and sucked at the skin there before moving up to your earlobe, biting and sucking on it softly. you moan and arch up into her.

“you’re not fooling anyone.” she murmured, her hands moving to the hem of your tank. “especially me.” you moan tilting your head back and turning it as her voice tickled your ear. rachel chuckled enjoying the sounds she was pulling from you.

one hand moved up your stomach, her fingers skimming over your skin gently before coming to rest on the underside of your breast. “you like that?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

“yeah–”

rachel smiled against your skin, her hand squeezing your breast softly. “you know what I thought when I saw you in that top earlier?”

“mmh what?”

rachel nipped at your earlobe again before moving to your jaw and then your neck, her hand still on your breast.

“i thought… it would look amazing on my floor.”

she rolled her hips against yours, her body pressing down on yours and pinning you to the bed. “so lame. but not wrong.” rachel chuckled again at your sass, her hands moving back to the hem of your top. she toyed with the fabric for a few moments before slowly beginning to pull it up and over your head.

“lucky for you,” she purred, her eyes taking in your exposed skin, “i’m always right.” you chuckled and lifted your arms as she took it off before tossing it on her floor as she mentioned before. rachels eyes roamed over your chest as she tossed your top aside, her gaze filled with desire as she took in the sight of your bare skin.

“god, you’re beautiful.” she breathed, her hands roaming over your now bare chest, fingers tracing over your breasts and stomach.

“and all mine.”

“yeah?”

rachels lips curled into a smug smile as her hands explored your bare skin. “all mine.” she repeated, her voice a low growl.

she bit her bottom lip as her hands continued to roam over your body, occasionally stopping to admire your marks freckles. “and i make damn sure everyone knows damn well that you’re mine.” Rachel's lips met yours in a deep, hungry kiss as she shifted her body between your legs. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and claiming.

one hand moved down to your thigh, her fingers tracing along the soft skin before resting on your hip. you chuckled softly against her lips as you explored each others body’s and your tongues danced.

rachel’s body pressed down on yours as her hands continued to roam over your bare skin. she nipped and sucked your bottom lip before slipping her tongue back into your mouth, desperate to taste more of you.

her hips rocked against yours as she pressed herself closer, her entire body aching to be as close to you as possible. you lifted my legs for her to take off your shorts, rachel broke the kiss briefly, pulling back from you. “eager, are we?” she purred, her hands moving to the waistband of your shorts.

she slowly began to slide them down your legs, her eyes raking over your body as she did.

“shuttup”

“make me.”

rachel finished tugging your shorts down your legs and tossed them to the side, her hands moving back to your hips and gripping them firmly. she smirked down at you, her eyes raking over your body shamelessly. the only thing in the way was the cute panties with the little bow on the top, like a little present. rachels gaze slowly traveled down your body, her eyes lingering on the sight of the fabric. she bit her lip as her hands skimmed along your legs, her fingers tracing over the sensitive skin.

“so cute.” she murmured, her hands slowly trailing back up your legs and coming to rest on your hips. she looked up at you, her gaze traveling up your body and meeting your eyes.

“lift your hips for me, baby.” you obey her instantly rachel let out a soft growl of approval as you instantly lifted your hips for her. her hands moved to the sides of your panty, her fingers toying with the fabric for a moment before slowly pulling them down your legs.

“you’re so good for me.” she whispered, her eyes locked on you as she tossed your cute panties aside. you bit my lip in anticipation sitting up on your elbows rachels eyes darkened with hunger as she took in the sight of you watching her intensely. she leaned forward, her body pressing down on yours as her hands moved to your shoulders.

“you want me, baby?” she murmured, her lips brushing against your jaw. “uh huh” was your weak response.

rachel smiled against your skin, her lips nipping and sucking at your jaw. “how badly do you want me?” she whispered, one hand moving down your body and coming to rest on your hip. “how bad?” she repeated, her teeth scraping along your jaw before moving down your neck, sucking and biting as she went. her hand tightened on your hip as she pressed closer, her leg slipping between yours. “really fucking bad…” your girlfriend let out a low, sultry laugh in response to your answer. her lips left a trail of nibbles and kisses down your neck, her tongue occasionally darting out to taste your skin.

“so bad it hurts, right?” she whispered, her leg pressing up between yours as she ground her hips into yours.

“ugh. i hate you…” your voice was shaky as her knee pressed against your bare clit, rachel smirked against your skin, her lips trailing across your collar bone. “you’ve said that already, babe.” she murmured, her hands roaming over your body, fingers tracing over your skin.

“and i don’t believe you for a second.” she added, her leg pressing up even more firmly against your clit. she nuzzled her face into your neck, inhaling your scent as she slowly rocked her leg against you, trying to draw out more noises, her lips were back at your neck, her tongue leaving a wet trail across your skin. “you like that?” she whispered, her teeth occasionally biting and sucking.

she rolled her hips against yours, her body pressed against your bare chest. “i know you do, love.” “i love that i can get you so worked up like this.” rachel murmured, her voice low and seductive. “with just a few touches…”

her knee pressed up against your clit again, her hips slowly grinding into yours. she nipped at your shoulder before biting down, her teeth leaving a small mark in your skin.

“such a good girl for me, baby.” she whispered, her tongue quickly licking up the small mark she had just left. rachel’s eyes were locked on your lips, watching as they parted with your gasp. She could see you getting more and more worked up and she smirked, her knee still rubbing against your cunt.

“so pretty, love.” she breathed, her hands coming up to caress your face, her fingers tracing over your soft lips. “i could look at you like this all day.” you just looked into her peircing hazel eyes that reminded me of a lion or a snake with your puppy dog eyes, her gaze roamed over your face, she stroked her thumb across your cheek, her own lips parted to let out a soft gasp.

"you look at me like that and I just want to-" she cut herself off, her knee pressing against you again and causing you to gasp. "-ruin you." you gasped and let out a louder moan, your juices spilling on her skin, the sounds you were making had rachel completely in control. she loved how worked up she could get you, especially when you were still trying to act like she was annoying you.

her knee was still rubbing against you as her hands slowly began to trail down your body, down your neck, over your chest and down your stomach. her eyes darkened even more as she felt your arousel spill.

she leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. “you’re so wet baby… that’s so cute.”

her lips and tongue returned to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as one hand moved back to your hip, her nails gently digging into your skin.

“are you gonna let me ruin you, baby?” she whispered into your ear, her lips just brushing the shell of your ear. “are you gonna be a good girl for me and let me make you fall apart?” “yeah baby…need you..” her body shivered at your words and she nipped at your ear. “yeah baby...” she repeated, her voice low and sultry.

her knee pressed up against you again, her hips now rolling against yours as she began to press you back into the bed.

“don’t worry.” she purred, her hands caressing your skin. “i know exactly what you need.” her lips traced down your neck, over your chest and to your stomach, leaving a trail of soft kisses as her hands continued to roam. when her lips reached your hip, she bit down, her teeth leaving a small mark.

“you’re so pretty, baby…” she whispered between kisses, her hands grasping your hips and pulling you tighter against her. the praise went straight to your pussy and you instinctively spread my legs, rachel’s lips immediately smirked against your skin as you spread your legs for her. she let out a low, sultry laugh as her hands continued to roam over your thighs, her fingers gently gripping your skin.

“so needy, hm?” she murmured, her lips trailing across your inner thigh. “just like a good girl should be.” you inhaled in anticipation, watching her through your lashes, rachel's eyes traveled up, taking in the sight of you watching her.

“just how I like you.” she whispered, her eyes darkening as she looked at you. she suddenly bit her lip before taking a deep breath.

“you look pretty good from up here too.” rachel looked up at you, a cocky smirk on her lips as she watched you look down at her from above.

“oh yeah?” she purred, her hands roaming over your legs again and gently spreading them even more. “i’ll gladly take that compliment, babe, looks like you have a good view from there.” you giggled before it was cut off into a choked moan as rachel decided she wants a taste now. rachel was done staring at you, she was too hungry to just look anymore. her lips instantly went to your pussy, licking and sucking the sensitive skin. she let out a soft, sultry moan against your skin as her lips and tongue explored, her hands gripping your thighs to pull you even more against her. she loved how you taste and how you look right now, spread out and completely vulnerable.

“so sweet, baby…” she whispered against your skin. you were shamelessly moaning and grinding against your girlfriends face now, she grinned against your skin, she loved seeing how worked up she could get you and how much you were enjoying this.

“that’s it, sweetheart. just like that.” she encouraged, her lips sucking on your skin. “you’re doing so good for me.” “fuck mommy… oh my god.. shit..” rachel's entire body shivered as you called her mommy. she knew you had a habit of doing that when you were super worked up and it always made her even more in control.

“that’s it, baby… keep making those noises for me… i love how much you want me.” she purred, her tongue suddenly slipping into your cunt.

“tastes so good babygirl..”

your fingers gripped her golden blonde hair as she tongue fucked your sweet pussy, your fingers threaded through her golden locks, rachel was completely immersed in you, loving how you sounded when you were completely at her mercy.

“that's right, baby… such a good girl for me…” she whispered, her mouth still against you as she spoke. you whimpered and turned my head away as she moved her jaw, eating you like you were a feast.

"no hiding, baby. let me see you. i wanna see how good you look when i taste you." she murmured

your eyes met hers, trying not to squirm under her gaze. rachel's eyes connected with yours the moment you finally looked at her.

"that's it baby… keep watching me. don't look away." she murmured, her tongue slipping back into your pussy. her mouth was practically devouring you. you tried your best not to turn away or shut my eyes but it wasn’t easy. “fuck–oh my god.. feels so good mommy..” rachel knew your body in and out and absolutely loved you like this. she continued to lick and suck, her tongue working you in all the ways you loved.

"i know, baby... i know it feels so good. mommy's gonna make you feel even better." she whispered against your skin. with that you give a strained moan as she enters two fingers she smirked against your skin as her fingers slipped inside. she knew how much you loved it when she used her fingers as well as her mouth and she never disappoints.

she pressed her fingers deep into your center, curling them in a way that she knew would drive you crazy. she loved watching how you responded to her, how your body moved and how you sounded. “feel good, baby?" “so good mommy… fuck–” rachel chuckled huskily, her lips still against you as her fingers continued to move, her mouth licking and sucking. "that's what I want to hear, baby. you've been so good for me.”

she added a third finger and moved even faster, enjoying the way you were responding to her touches. her lips moved back up to your neck, her lips leaving a mark on your skin. “you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” she whispered, her teeth gently biting your ear. “i’m you’re good girl mommy… “ you babbled as your pussy tightened up, your breathing laboured as you were close to cumming. “fuck mama..”

“that’s right, baby… you are my good girl. and you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” she whispered, her lips were back against your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. her fingers curled and moved faster, wanting you to cum for her and give her those delicious moans and feel you let go. feel you lose yourself.

“cum for me, babygirl… be a good girl for me and cum on my fingers… ” you nodded frantically, your chest rising and falling and your moans going up an octave your body trembling. “fuck… i can’t…”

“you can… you can do it, baby. just let go for me… be a good girl and cum on my fingers.” she coaxed, with that you screamed out as a stream of fluid sprayed from you with each pump of rachel’s fingers, gripping her back digging your nails in as your poor legs trembled. rachel kept her fingers pumping throughout your release, loving every moment of the sounds you were making and watching you come apart like this for her.

she was completely captivated, her eyes watching every movement you made, absorbing every sound you made and committing it all to memory. “that’s it, baby… good girl- oh fuck–” she was in awe at how much mess came from you. little cries came from you as i squirmed away from her from over sensitivity once you were done. Rachel smirked as you squirmed away from her, knowing how sensitive you must be now. She gently withdrew her fingers and moved up your body, positioning herself over you so she could look at you.

“that’s it baby, settle down..” she murmured, her hands gently caressing your body. “just relax… take a deep breath…” you slowly calmed down getting my breath back, her voice bringing you back, she smiled down at you, “good girl… you did so well for me.” she cooed, her fingers gently tracing over your skin. “you’re such an amazing baby, do you know that?” you turned your head from her giving a bashful smile. “god… ” rachel chuckled and gently turned your head towards her, her eyes locking with yours.

“no hiding from me, baby.” rachel said, a smirk on her lips. “don’t be shy now, not after giving me a great show like that.” you laugh, exhaling sharply “i can’t with you rach.” she let out a low, smoky laugh, her fingers continuing to gently caress over your body.

“what do you mean you can’t? you’re doing a pretty good job of handling me right now, sweetheart.” she teased. you huffed shakily and fixed my disheveled hair rachel smiled at the sight of you, your hair all messy and your body still flushed from what she had just done to you.

“you look so beautiful like this.” she murmured, her fingers gently pushing a strand of hair out of your face. “thankyou.. ”

she kisses you softly, the taste of your pussy all over her lips. after coming down you both see the mess all over her bed. “shit.. we never actually got much biology done huh?” you said as you looked at your “trophy” on her sheets. “nope.” rachel was already up, shoving everything off the bed and tossed the blanket in the hamper. “maybe thursday night.”

“yeah.” you nodded.

you knew damn well it would end the same way. oh well.

[owliellder]

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Slightly shorter chapter since I got stuck watching the last two episodes of Fionna and Cake, but I hope y'all like where I'm steering this. Pick up what I'm putting down, eh??

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 2:

“This is insane. You’re not even trying.” 

Leon’s cruel comments had been endless since you showed up today. He was already irritated that you even showed to begin with, now he’s just taking all his frustrations out on you. The guy isn’t even passive aggressive, he’s just aggressive. “I showed you the formula like.. five times already.”

“I don’t need you to patronize me, please.” You asked with a meek voice, bringing your hands up to cover your face for a couple seconds before placing them down on either side of the new math assignment sitting in front of you. You understood his impatience though, you were even starting to grow impatient with yourself, having been stuck on the third question for over thirty minutes now. Leon stressed the fact that you got one hour only with him and you’d basically wasted half that time bouncing from the formula he’d written down to the question itself.

The formula was helpful, but this question included more numbers than you knew what to do with. The main issue was knowing which numbers went where in the formula and you wanted to know why they went where they did, but Leon was only giving you the formula and nothing else. One vague explanation and then he was right back on his phone.

You had a glimmer of hope for the frat boy sitting in front of you. Had, being the keyword here. One study session in and you were already starting to accept defeat. “Can you explain it to me again?” You tapped your pencil on the table nervously, keeping your eyes glued to your paper to avoid the obvious glare you’d receive from him.

The sound of his phone slamming down on the table accompanied with a groan made you grip onto your pencil tighter, now holding it still as he pulled the paper away from you. “Do I have to hold your hand, too? What’s so hard to understand about this?” He reached over, yanking your pencil from your hand so he could scribble out the first few steps to the problem. Afterwards, he tossed both the paper and pencil back over to you, tapping his finger down on the work he wrote down before circling it once. “Need anything else? A warm bottle of milk? Want me to read you a bedtime story?”

He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms with a sigh after picking his phone back up. “You’ve got fifteen more minutes.” The fuck’s his problem? 

Letting out a small sigh of your own, you silently picked up the pencil and looked down at what he’d written. Surprisingly, it did help you make more sense of the rest of the assignment sheet, figuring out the placement of the numbers by using where Leon had put them. Soon, the assignment sheet was finished and you had him look it over.

“Is it-.. Is it good?” You watched Leon carefully, studying his face for any sort of emotion other than annoyance. You unfortunately didn’t find it, but his muttered “good” made you smile, taking your own turn studying your work once he handed it back. Not tossed or thrown, handed back.

He took in a sharp breath through his nose before standing up, focus still trained on his phone. There was only a few minutes left in the hour, so you guess he took your understanding of the material as his leave. “Can we.. uh.. study again on Monday?” His hand paused on the door handle at your question, looking back at you from over his shoulder with his lips pulled tight as he gave you a glare. “You just love taking up my time, don’t you?”

“Wait, is that-” The slam of the door cut you off, leaving you to watch him saunter off through the large window in the door. Your shoulders slumped and you turned back to give your math assignment one last look before stuffing it into your backpack. At least with this new understanding, you’d be able to hopefully do the next few assignments. Mr. Lebovic was kind enough to let you redo your past fails, meaning all you’re doing is slowly climbing your way back up to a better grade with make-up work.

You held out for Leon, constantly giving him the benefit of the doubt with each study session following the first. You did your absolute best to remain passive with him, but each session was filled with crude, nasty, hate-filled comments directed at you, so it was only a matter of time until you started throwing your own comments back at him. By the beginning of November, studying had been put on the back burner whenever you two met up, assignments left abandoned in favor of fleshing out full blown arguments. He always won since you’d never really had a loud voice to defend yourself and his favorite go-to was low blow insults, somehow always managing to sniff out your insecurities.

Leon’s pattern was always one step forward, ten steps back with you. He would help and then spend the rest of your hour together nitpicking your every attempt to learn. He hated you and it was driving you mad. It was impossible to learn anything like this.

You’d grown a sour mood leading up to your trek to the library for one of your regular study sessions, a scowl settling on your face. You decided hours ago that getting dressed wasn’t an option today, you just didn’t weren’t in the mood, so instead you threw on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants to mind the brisk chill that had rolled in at the end of October. 

The walk to the main building was dull; most of the leaves on the trees around campus had long since browned and fallen off, the grass was dead and crunchy, and it almost felt like it would start snowing anytime now with how quickly the cold had come. The feel in the air made you tired, it made you miss home. The weather made you long for the warmth a home-cooked meal provided, but you had to wait, and that wait was only contributing to your already piss poor mood.

Making your way into the library and into the reserved study room, you didn’t even notice Leon’s smile until he asked you to pull out your most recent assignment. It immediately put you off because it wasn't like his normal cocky smile or smirk, no, this one was oddly genuine. Soft, even.

“Can I see it?” He asked, smile widening slightly as he gestured towards your backpack. Even his tone was softer than usual. “Uh…” You weren’t quite sure how to react, not really processing his words as you tried to figure out whether he’s setting a trap or not.

“Your assignment. Can I see it?” Leon clarified, his arms resting crossed on the table as he glanced down to your bag and then back up at you. That was also weirding you out; the eye contact. Normally he only ever met your gaze when he was intimidating you with a deep glare and it wasn’t ever this long. He was making a point to look at you now.

Without saying a word, you unzipped your bag and pulled out a couple papers, only looking away from him twice to make sure you were getting the right ones. You made sure to hold eye contact with him, eyebrows furrowed as you searched for any insincerity. 

You’d grown rigid with his kind behavior, even more so when he thanked you and took the papers from you. Questioning him was your top priority right now, though your mouth refused to work with your brain, causing you to stutter out a simple “..what?” Leon only hummed, tilting his head a bit as he looked down at your work, following the tip of his pen as it trailed down the paper. 

“What-..” You repeated, swallowing dryly before finally getting the full “What’re you doing?” out. He seemed genuinely confused at your question, looking up to give you a puzzled look. “Hm? Whaddya mean what am I doing? I’m looking over your work.” He looked back down at your paper, clearing his throat quietly.

“No, you’re being nice. Why are you being nice?” You were quick to shoot back to try and draw his attention back to you. “If this is a joke, I’m not gonna fall for it.”

Leon sighed and dropped the pen down onto the paper to rest his crossed arms on the table again. “Why are you asking so many questions? It’s not a big deal.”

Not a big deal?! “Not a big deal?! You’ve argued with me every other day for the past three weeks!” Your hands balled up into fists on your lap, completely baffled by the dismissiveness of his complete 180° in demeanor. “I-” You stopped yourself, taking a moment to breathe. This was.. actually a nice change of pace now that you think about it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?

He gave you his normal annoyed look at your sudden pause, seemingly waiting on you to finish talking. “You..?” Shaking your head a bit, you let out a soft laugh and waved your hand. “Nevermind, uh.. yeah, nevermind…”

“Ooookay, well, you did good on this one so you can turn it in.” Leon held up the first paper before sliding it across the table to you, then picking up the second paper. “But this one needs a bit of work. I circled the questions that need to be redone, not gonna tell you what’s wrong with them, though.” You watched as he slid the other paper to you with your own smile now forming. Pulling out a pencil, you started to relax for the first time around this guy, bringing your attention down to the circled questions.

Your study session has never been more productive. He was being helpful; answering your questions, talking you through each step, giving you smiles and the occasional thumbs up. You’re not sure what changed or why, but you definitely weren’t complaining. When Leon wasn’t acting like someone shoved a stick up his ass, he was actually pretty handsome. You’d mentally recognized his good looks when you first met him, yet his demeanor as a whole masked those good looks entirely.

There was no way he could throw anymore surprises at you, but you stood corrected when he walked over to you at the end of your session, stopping you from walking out. “Listen, I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. I don’t want to be mean to you, it’s just…” He paused to laugh to himself, looking down at the ground with an almost bashful expression. “I’m only tutoring because it’s a big part of my grade in my class, so..” Not a complete lie on his part.

“Oh. Oh, it's.. it’s fine.” You didn’t want him to revert back to his old style, so you chose to just dismiss it. His attitude did make sense, you wouldn’t want to tutor random people for a grade. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks. Uh.. oh, here-” Leon opened and held the study room door open for you, giving you a small wave as you walked out, which you returned. That was a nice mood booster, not being degraded and demeaned every time you see the one person who’s supposed to help you. 

Your friends had their own opinions about the experience after you described it to them. You’d been relaying every bit of info relating to your study sessions from the past three weeks to them, a second and third opinion was good to have for such an odd trade.

“I don’t trust it. Plain and simple.” Sky placed their hands down on their thighs with an audible slap. They didn’t seem impressed by Leon’s sudden chivalry, and to your disappointment, neither did Ella when you looked over from Sky to her. She just looked back at you with a shrug. “Sorry. I’m gonna have to take Sky’s side on this. There’s just something off about that.”

You sighed in defeat, turning your head around to look out the window in the dorm room. It was nice that Sky and Ella shared a dorm, you can’t discuss stuff like this in your own dorm in case your roommate decided to randomly appear. “Yeah…”

Ella scooted closer to you on the bed and pulled you back so your head was resting in her lap. “I know you got your hopes up, but please be careful. I don’t wanna see you get hurt because some pretty boy decided it would be fun to manipulate you.” You groaned, covering your face with your arms. Nothing even happened and you’re already feeling embarrassed.

“It’s okay if you like him, he is kinda cute.” Ella giggled and moved one of your arms to poke your cheek. “But just remember that the guy’s got a bit of a reputation for being a major douche.”

Sky, sitting over on their bed, pointed at Ella in agreement. “Emphasis on major douche.” They smiled and leaned back, their head plopping onto their pillows. “It was just one instance of him being sweet, after all. Who’s to say he won’t revert back to being an asshole by Wednesday?”

“I know, I get it.” You swatted Ella’s hand away and sat back upright. Even if he was putting up a front, it was still nice to get some real help with your math without being insulted. Everyone deserves a second chance and he seemed honest enough when he told you why he’d been so rude, so why not try again with him? Start fresh, maybe you’ll get to make an unlikely friend out of this popular frat boy.

A bit of a far fetched idea, considering the vast differences between you and Leon, but anything like that is worth another try. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

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[karasuno-planet]

Hii! I'm not sure what your requests rules are or what ur comfterable with, but I'd really like to see a tsukishima x reader where he confesses to the reader! I'd love to see your interpretation of it >-<

After Class- Tsukishima Kei

a/n: HIIII of course I'll give you some tsukki x reader, hope I did him justice <333 as for requests I'll write for any haikyuu boy as long as it's sfw! requests open xx

wc: 0.8k

(gif not mine)

You had loosely known Tsukishima all year now, as you shared the same class and often found yourselves sitting by each other and pairing up for assignments. It was no secret that he was intelligent, but you could hold your own despite how intimidating he could sometimes be.

Recently, you had been making quite the effort to see him outside of class, though you weren't quite sure he had gotten the hint. You had been coming to his games, talking to him more in class, and you even altered your route to school to intersect with his. He hadn't been receptive, though, and if anything could be considered your enemy, it might be those damn headphones.

You had one last idea, though. Sitting next to him in your last class of the day, you tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hm?"

"Hey, um, you mind staying after class for a few to help me out with this problem on my math homework? I'm so lost..."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I have some time before practice."

"Thank you," You returned to your work, now unable to focus. You know you were the one who asked him to stay, but the idea of being alone with him after class made your stomach turn.

Soon enough, the bell had rung, and you had gotten absolutely nowhere on your work. The class cleared out until it was just you and Tsukishima. He pulled his chair closer to share your desk as you got out your math homework. You handed it to him and he skimmed it over, the silence between you almost deafening.

"Mm, wait, what is it that you don't get?" He asked, puzzled.

"Uh, the last one."

"But you did the whole sheet correctly. You just wrote out the equation and didn't solve it on the last one."

Oh God, I guess you didn't think this far. How could you be so dumb? A perfect sheet of homework didn't exactly scream that you needed help. You made up the best excuse you could, "Yeah, but I looked back at it after the lesson and I just don't even remember how to do it...can you show me?"

"Sure.." he picked up a pencil and took the problem step by step, mumbling an explanation under his breath. At one point, he looked up and saw your eyes fixed on him. You could've sworn there was a peak of blush, but he looked back down at the sheet before you could get a good look. "There, uh, does that make more sense?"

"Yes, it's perfect. Thank you..."

"No problem," He hesitated, as if he was about to say something else but was held back, "You've been coming to my games, right?"

"Oh, yes! I've kinda been getting into the sport..."

"Are you coming tomorrow, too?"

"Do you want me to?"

That caught him off guard, a flash of fear in his eyes, "Uh- well, sure." He looked at his phone quickly for the time and began to frantically pack up, "Shoot, I'm about to be late. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Sorry to keep you!" You were upset with yourself for having kept him so long, "Good luck at practice!"

And at that moment your heart nearly skipped a beat when you saw him swallow before answering, "thanks."

He walked out the door and you were left practically with your jaw dropped. You packed up quickly and went to your locker to put your homework away.

You were once again filled with anxiety upon hearing familiar voices down the hall.

"She WHAT? And you don't think she really needed help-" Yamaguchi's voice squeaked through the hall, having not noticed you yet. You glance down the hallway and see Tsushima talking to him, Tsukki's back facing you. Was he really talking about you?

Yamaguchi continued, "Dude you need to go back before she-" he clasped his hands over his mouth, finally noticing your presence down the hall.

Tsukishima turned around to see you standing there, his face completely flushed. Yamaguchi pushed him towards you quickly before running off to avoid whatever Tsukishima might do to him when he catches him.

There you were, standing alone facing your nearly-190-centimeter crush. He turned around to watch Yamaguchi dart off. He sighed, and turned back to face you, walking towards you.

"Y/n?"

You turned to him, closing your locker. "Yes?"

"You're not dumb. Obviously. You didn't need my help back there. And so I won't pretend you didn't just hear that."

You were absolutely speechless.

"Do you like me, y/n?"

"I- uh..."

"Because I like you." He grew more anxious as you delayed to respond, "is that okay?"

"Yes!" The word burst out of you, "More than okay."

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[a-bottle-of-tyelenol]

agere bakugou katsuki headcanons !!

— requested by @v4mpiirew1tch —

— cw: trauma and swearing —

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💥 - usually regresses to be about four years old since that’s when his quirk came in, but katsuki has a massive range of ages that he fluctuates between with a lot of overlap in behaviors. like sometimes he’ll be in an older headspace but still need a pacifier to self-sooth or he’ll be in a younger headspace and still wanting to engage with his older interests (I also love the headcanon people have where he pretends to be older than he is!! Chefs kiss to whoever came up with that one). if we’re being honest, he’s likely on the scale of being a perma-regressor but he can barely handle the fact that he regresses at all so no one really brings that up.

💥 - very prone to tantrums and meltdowns. his nervous system is chronically dysregulated and he really struggles getting a handle on his emotions. he’s either feeling things too strongly or not strongly enough and the former usually occurs in tandem with his rocky headspace. he tries really hard to be good but he just struggles when he’s on his own and it’s really helpful to have a caregiver sitting with him and helping him regulate. more often than not, it helps for him to physically move (running, breaking things, ect) so sometimes his caregivers just send him off to break down boxes or run around a training field or whatever other busy work they can give him that gets out his energy. when he’s alone and upset, however, he just shuts himself away in his room and rocks back and forth in the dark until all the bad feelings go away (autistic bakugou my beloved <3).

💥 - he likes learning when he’s small!! his favorite activity is any kind of early language assignment meant for young kids because it helps him feel young while also being productive use of his time. he gets antsy if he’s too bored, though, so he has to constantly be switching what types of work sheets he’s doing or even what subject it is. he also likes those educational kids cartoons but he’s banned from watching any that ask the audience for answers (think like dora the explorer) because he’d get too rowdy with it. there is only so many times you can hear a toddler yelling “FUCK YEAH” from the living room because they knew the answer to a basic math question.

💥 - he hates wearing his hearing aids when he’s small because it can be overwhelming and overstimulating (whereas he refuses not to wear them when he’s feeling older because he hates feeling different or like he’s missing something). when he’s especially young, he’ll do baby babble in sign language which sometimes turns to babble signing basic words for what he wants and you just have to hope you understand him. if you don’t, he WILL cry about it.

💥 - aizawa has a sticker chart for his behavior, particularly in the classroom, where he gets to pick the stickers when he’s good and aizawa picks the stickers when he’s misbehaving. it sounds low stakes but aizawa has ZERO sympathy for little boys that break the rules and consistently uses terrible bootleg all might stickers that irritate katsuki in how ugly and inaccurate they are. katsuki is extremely competitive and there is nothing he won’t do to win against aizawa and have a chart full of REAL and AUTHENTIC all might stickers. he’d rather riot against the school than allow for such a travesty. in general, katsuki makes it his life’s mission to make aizawa’s life hell (but in the most baby-fied way possible) and aizawa matches that energy every single time. everyone finds aizawa’s beef with a baby very funny and aizawa mostly puts up with it because he likes knowing that katsuki trusts him enough to misbehave like an actual child after years of perfectionism and volatility.

💥 - he really likes bears and tigers. that’s it. that’s the tweet. he has teddy bears and tiger plushies and he loves when you point out that his black and orange color scheme is similar to a tiger’s. he WILL get pissed if someone says that lions are the king of the jungle because it’s actually the tiger. he isn’t big on pet names but he doesn’t mind being called cub or bear specifically because of how much he likes tigers and bears. except koala bears— he hates those.

💥 - a lot of his regression is trauma related and he usually slides down to his younger ages when he’s triggered. he has a lot of nightmares too so he often wakes up crying and feeling really small. there’s an open door policy for any of his caregivers (I usually imagine aizawa, midoriya, or kirishima) that lets him waddle into any of their rooms to snuggle up with them if he’s having a particularly bad night. in general, he has a couple code words that he can text people (assuming he isn’t actively melting down) for when he’s regressing and needs help.

[legendsgalore]

The Catalyst

You're an exchange student at a Japanese high school, and are doing catch up work in the lab after hours. But, you can't understand what you're supposed to do, how are you to stop from blowing up the lab! Senku and Reader centric, just over 7k words

The hardest part about studying abroad was not that you couldn’t speak the language but…it was that you couldn’t speak the language. And in the case of Japanese, read it too. Sure you could converse with your classmates easily, and reading and writing and history and surprisingly math classes were easy-peasy, but when it came to science, where every other word was an unknown mystery that context clues gave no help in, that’s where you struggled.

You were okay at chemistry back in the U.S., but you could scarcely keep up with the lecture here at the Japanese high school you were studying at. With literature and history you could use context for the words and kanji you couldn’t read, math they use a surprising amount of the same symbols, but chemistry?

With your utter inability to parse the directions for a simple lab, it was even a miracle you were allowed to be here! Not that you were studying abroad for your academic prowess, but still, you feel like it would be a safety hazard to have someone who couldn't read chemical labels in the lab.

You were here to train with some of the best competition rock climbers in the world, and figured it would be best to continue your education at a local high school rather than do it online or something annoying like that.

But here you are, at the school, after hours (with special permission from your teacher) ready to tear your hair out over this lab assignment.

You, just, could not, read this sentence???? You could grasp the gist of what it was saying--and that level of comprehension is usually fine for reading and writing--you needed to pour one chemical into this compound to see a reaction, you think it’s supposed to simply change color, but you were struggling with the amounts and percentages and which ones, and how did you get the compound and -

“Ahhhhgggggg!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair for the umpteenth time.

You were hunched over your instruction sheet, elbows on the cold metallic lab table, head in hands. Your loosely pulled back hair has strands and bangs sticking out, but is all pushed back by your safety goggles, and you have an oversized lab coat on over your school uniform. The room was empty, just another science lab. It was a nice day, sunny, a pleasant floral scent from the cherry blossoms wafting through one of the open windows…and you really wished you were at the climbing gym right now instead, working on some fun moves.

No, instead you are at school, after hours, because you could not accomplish this lab in the allotted time during class yesterday. Usually you could get by with relying on your lab partners to read the instructions and you do the work for them, but apparently this was such an easy lab that the teacher finally picked up on your problem. And his approach was to have you do the lab by yourself. Brilliant, that'll definitely teach you.

Another moment of you stewing in your misery passes, with you debating just giving up and using Google Translate. Then you literally jump as the door slams open, someone walking in.

Your hand is clutching your chest in fright as you watch a skinny Japanese boy with a quite outrageous hairstyle, like a leek, stroll into the room. He’s looking around the classroom, and starts opening cabinets and rummaging through them, presumably looking for something.

He’s muttering under his breath, “No, not potassium hydroxide, not magnesium…where is it?”

You blink a couple times, watching the other student shuffle around the classroom. Has…he even noticed you?

“Uh..” You hazard, but trail off, unsure what to say.

The boy startles, whipping his head around to stare at you. His startling red eyes blink owlishly at you, and you’re taken aback by how much they gleam like a gemstone in the light from the windows. You guess he definitely did not even realize you were in the room.

Your head tilts to the side, and you ask “Can I help you?”

The guy’s ruby eyes narrow, likely noting your accent, before he shakes his head dismissively and turns around to keep rummaging through the cabinet.

“You know where the Calcium Hydroxide is? We ran out down in Lab 1, and it’s not where it should be here.”

His voice is deeper than you expect, but not super deep, rough, and he drags some of his syllables out as he talks. As if the words are sliding out of him rather than being spoken with deliberateness, but somehow you don’t get the impression of him being lazy.

You purse your lips, before looking down at the materials on your station.

Peering at one of the labels of the flasks, you slowly read to yourself, ‘ka ru shi u mu.’ Oh…wait…

“I think I have it right here.”

The guy looks at you again, lips stuck out a little, and making a weird expression that you can only think of to describe as slightly perplexed.

“You think?”

Sighing, you explain, “Japanese isn’t my first language, obviously, “ You gesture to yourself at that; you did not look Japanese. “And I think I may have grabbed the wrong thing here, but I think this says Calcium Hydroxide.”

He walks over, his footsteps loud in the room. Picking up the bottle, he glances at the label and says “Yeah, this is Calcium Hydroxide. What did you mean to grab?”

Your head hangs low, and you brace yourself for ridicule as you admit, “Hydrogen Peroxide..”

“Haaah?”

You feel your cheeks burn as the green and white haired guy peers at you in bafflement.

“What are you even trying to do here?”

You look at your instruction sheet again, and read out loud “Briggs-Rauscher Reaction Lab.”

He nods, his bangs bobbing as he does so. “That’s a decent lab, good for showing how chemical reactions happen in real time, and practicing mixing solutions.”

Leaning forward, he takes your sheet from your hands and glances it over. “Ahh I see, your challenge is to actually create the solutions, so it’s testing your ability to read instructions.”

Then he looks up at the clock, and back at the sheet, then at you. This guy stares at you for a solid moment, you feel yourself blushing from how intently he examines you. Your brain rushes to try and figure out what this guy is doing, why is he staring at you. Eventually he nods at you, his bangs bobbing with the motion, as if he gleamed some information from the staring contest.

Wordlessly, he walks back over to the cabinets and starts gathering supplies.

You watch, perplexed, as he comes back to your table a minute later, arms loaded with chemicals, including, corn starch? He sets them down, the bottles clinking as he does so, and clears the station of what you had before, setting your attempts at some solutions near the disposal sink.

“Hey wait, I was using those!” You protest, moving to stop him, but he laughs at you.

“Yeah you definitely did not want to continue using those, unless you want to clean up a huge mess later on. Nothing toxic, but it would have been a huge reaction that would have a ten billion percent chance of being a pain in the ass to clean up later here.”

“O-oh.”

You close your mouth and lower your hand, unable to deny that in your inability to read kanji and apparently even katakana, you could have caused an accident.

“Anyways, this experiment is easy and doable within a short amount of time, so let’s do it.”

“Let’s? What do you mean?”

The teen levels a look at you, you squirm under his ruby gaze, and he grins, the expression bringing a light to his eyes.

“Well I’m not gonna leave you to do this by yourself! You freaking mixed up Hydrogen Peroxide and Calcium Hydroxide because you can’t read, so I might as well help prevent you from blowing up this place!”

Feeling embarrassed, you fold your arms and retort “I can read thank you very much! I just...can’t use context clues here to help me, and-and I would not have blown up the lab! No way they keep stuff here that would create that sort of accident!” You eye the guy just for good measure.

This guy just laughs again, and despite it being at your expense, you can’t help but grin back.

Raising one eyebrow he tells you, “Wanna bet? They have some craaazy stuff here, and it’s all thanks to me! But I know my way around a lab, so you’ll be safe while we do this little experiment here!”

You laugh, thinking he was making a joke. But then as the crazy-haired guy continues looking at you with his arms casually crossed and a smug grin on his face your smile drops as you realize he is serious. What is in this lab? Do you even want to know?

Remembering that he had walked in looking for something, you can’t help but ask,

“Weren’t you looking for something for your own experiment?”

Inwardly you punch yourself. You really didn’t want your sudden helper to go away, but you would probably feel bad if his own stuff got messed up because he was distracted helping you.

He shakes his head. “Nah, I have to wait overnight for my solution to react, I was just trying to prep the next step, it can hold on a little longer though.”

He looks sincere, so you accept that and shrug and grin once more at your sudden helper with determination.

“All right! Let’s do this then!”

He nods back at you. “Okay, well first of all do you you know what we’re doing here?”

“Well I’m assuming that when we mix three solutions here, they change color, but I was struggling to figure out what ones I was supposed to use.”

The green haired guy nods, “Yeah, that’s because you are supposed to mix them yourself.”

Your eyes widen, “For real?” He had said something about that earlier, but you weren’t sure. Exasperatedly you run your hands through your hair, “No wonder I couldn’t figure out what to do!”

Your lab partner chuckles at your expense, “If you read the instructions it tells you that, and how to mix them as well, and like I said that’s the purpose of this lab.”

Sighing, you look over the mysterious list of chemicals you were struggling to read earlier, putting together that the reason you were so confused by the list is that the random vocabulary and verbs you didn't know were actually important to what you were doing, and could not just be skimmed to "get the gist of" as per your usual tactics.

As you were trying to read the labels, your lab partner shoves an open, round, plastic container at you, with a small piece in it.

“Add a liter of water to this.”

You go to turn on the sink, and your lab partner reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you.

He makes a face at you and scolds you, “What are you doing? Use the distilled water here dummy!”

“You said water so I just figured any water is fine!” You defend yourself, but you do grab the distilled water as he said.

“Why does it matter?”

Calming down as you use the right water, the green haired guy explains, “The chloride ions in the tap water will ruin our reaction here.”

You nod again, not really getting it but not knowing what else to do. He seems to see that and snickers at you, which you stick your tongue out at him in response.

From underneath your lab station, he heaves a device of some sort, that looked kind of like a scale with some extra knobs on it. Putting it on the table, he places your container with water on it and gives you an expectant look.

“All right, turn the stirring on.”

Feeling your eyes widen, you exclaim, “What?”

“The stir bar, we need to stir this so turn the knob on the machine so it goes.”

Looking at the scale-like machine you see that one of the knobs has a little design like something spinning, and it goes from 1 to 10.

“No way that this thing makes the water spin?!”

Your lab partner laughs, the sound pleasantly filling the space. “Have you never used one of these before? Geez, your country needs to step up their public education game!”

Spluttering, you try to defend your country, but the green haired guy just talks over you, “All right then, I can show you the beauty of a magnetic stir device!”

“That little stick there is our stir bar, it’s coated in Teflon so that it doesn’t dissolve into anything, and it’s a magnet that will couple with another one inside this device.”

Your lab partner points to the little piece that was initially inside the container, and you ooh at it.

“The internal magnet is attached to a spinning motor, and when that’s turned on…”

Here he adjusts the numbered knob, and you gasp as the magnet starts spinning in the water.

“..the external magnet will spin as well!” Your lab partner grins at you, seemingly finding amusement in your clear amazement for something simple.

“That’s so cool! Wait, so why are we not just mixing by hand?”

Rather than responding, your lab partner hands you a small white label and says, “After we add 43g of this potassium iodate..." And you stare at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence… until he raises a sharp eyebrow and you feel heat creep onto your face as you realize he was waiting for you to do as he instructed.

After the powder is poured into the spinning water, he continues, answering your earlier question “Even with strong stirring, this is going to take several minutes to fully dissolve, so imagine doing that by hand!”

“Ahh, no thank you!” You laugh. “Glad we’re in the modern age where we can just have magnets do the hard work for us!”

You watch the powder slowly become more uniform with the water, and look up at your lab partner.

He’s watching the reaction, so you take a moment to do some scientific observation on the guy. He’s a little taller than you, even if he didn’t have that crazy hair. How did he do it, and how did he not get dress coded here in Japan…? The lab coat suits him, but you think without it he might look a little too skinny, which is probably appropriate for him being a nerd.

You blink, as you realize that you didn’t even know his name.

“Oh hold on, you’re here helping me and I don’t even know your name!”

He looks up at you through his surprisingly long eyelashes from where he’s peering at the mixture, his ruby eyes catching some of the afternoon light and glinting pleasantly.

“The name’s Senku.”

“Is that your first or last name?” You ask, not wanting to be impolite, knowing the naming customs in Japan.

He chuckles, “Just call me Senku.”

You agree, and introduce yourself in turn.

The conversation ends there as Senku raises a hand and says, “All right, this should be good enough. Now we are to add the sulfuric acid, so grab that.”

“Uhh..” You hesitate, “Sulfuric sounds like it’s way above my pay grade here, are you sure it’s safe?”

Senku just rolls his eyes at you and looks up to the ceiling with closed eyes and casually says, “Just don’t touch it or get it in your eyes or inhale the fumes or spill it and you’ll be fine.”

Your jaw drops and you stare at him in astonishment, until he raises an eyebrow and cracks one eye open to peer at you and smirks.

You scoff, “Oh yeah, so just don’t have a single accident and we’re fine!”

“Exactly!” You swear if this guy was any bit more of a silly person he would be clapping.

He points to a clear container with a liquid inside, and it’s appropriately labeled as Sulfuric Acid. “We just need 43 mL of the stuff, so measure some out!”

You fold your arms, and huff, but then move to grab a glass test tube and funnel, and measure out the chemical. You look at Senku, and he just nods, so you add it to the solution and watch as the clear liquid becomes indistinguishable from the rest of the clear solution.

After about thirty seconds, Senku turns the knob off, and says, “That should be good now!”

“Are we done?” You ask.

Your lab partner grins at you, and you swear a mischievous glint shone in his eyes right then. “Not even close! This is just Solution 1 out of 3!”

You groan as he cackles at you, labeling your container ‘Solution A,’ putting a lid on it and setting it aside.

You bemoan your fate, allowing yourself a longing glance out the window, and once you look back, Senku has another identical container to the previous on the stirring plate.

“All right,” You sigh. “What’s our next step?”

Senku grabs the corn starch from the chemical pile and places it in front of you.

“Now we need to make a starch solution!”

Scratching your chin, you say “I’m assuming it’ll be like the potassium iodate and water thing again, where we just mix and wait for it to stir together?”

“Nah. Well, you can do that if you have a year to wait for the result! I’ve got more important things to do besides wait for a beginner to learn how to make a cornstarch solution.”

You glare at him, as he smirks at you. You wait for him to elaborate, and then roll your eyes and smile despite yourself, when you realize he is just waiting for you to ask the question.

'How silly, and surprisingly dramatic' you think. Sighing, you ask, “So how DO we make a starch solution?”

Senku’s grin doesn’t falter, and it feels like he can read your mind as he snickers, “The corn starch won’t dissolve unless we add heat, but luckily we have something that can easily do that for us!”

Your curiosity piques and you question, “Oh, what is it?” He hasn’t brought out a new device, so you look around questioningly.

Senku just slaps your stir device, and goes “This here doubles as a stirrer, and a hot plate!”

“Ooooh, that’s convenient!” You quip, watching Senku fiddle with the other knob on the device, presumably to heat up the starch solution.

“Yeah, it definitely speeds up our process here. We just need this to come to a boil for a moment…” He trails off as you both watch for the boiling, and once it does boil, Senku leaves the container on for about ten seconds, before taking it off. Here he actually grabs a glass stir stick and mixes the solution around, as you watch in silence, trying to see what he is observing.

“It’s still a bit cloudy, but that’s fine. Now let’s move on to the second part of this solution.”

You hum in acknowledgement and yet again, Senku grabs another container and sets it on the stir device.

“Let me guess, we start with distilled water?” You venture with a teasing tone.

Senku smirks, “Ten billion points for my lab assistant! Now pour 650 mL of the stuff!”

As you do, Senku tells you to also add 3.4g of manganese sulfate monohydrate, and when you give him a blank stare at that name, he just pushes one of the white, opaque bottles in your direction. You add the powdered chemical, and start stirring it.

“Now we gotta wait until it’s clear to add the malonic acid.”

“You know, I feel kinda bad that I don’t know what any of these things are, I feel like I'm missing the point of the lab.” You admit, watching the stirring solution.

“You’re not supposed to. The point of the lab is to test your capability to read and follow directions, despite not knowing what is going on.” Senku explains.

His defense of you warms your heart a little, but you rebuke, “Still, you know all of this stuff, and I’m already 17, almost finished with high school here. I feel like I should have actually learned this.”

Senku shrugs, “Don’t compare yourself to me, I’m a unique case. Plus, I’m assuming chemistry is not your focus in life, you have other strengths you’re working on.”

You shrug, suddenly uncomfortable with the attention. “Uh, yeah, I suppose. I am here in Japan to train for a sport, but that’s not an academic strength.”

Senku shakes his head, “Doesn’t mean it’s any lesser. People like me come up with the equations, and physically strong brutes like you help us make it happen!”

“Hey!” You cry out at the ‘brute’ comment, but you start giggling at the sudden insult, your discomfort washed away at the easy banter, that somehow compliments you. Senku grins at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges, he looks like he'll have crow's feet in a couple of years. The observation makes your hear skip a beat.

Your lab partner then looks out the window to the sky, and languidly says, “Don’t discount what you do. Science is ten billion percent the way of the future, but it couldn’t do what it does without all the support from everyone else. Plus, you don’t need to be a genius to work hard to get where you want to be. Science doesn’t happen overnight, it happens as a result of the culmination of human effort.”

Your mouth opens in awe of the statement, but before you can say anything, Senku seems to shake himself out of his sudden philosophical mood and nudges you.

“Now add that malonic acid!”

You panic as you try to avoid anything spilling from your test tube, glare at Senku, and pour in the chemical to your swirling solution.

He just smirks at you, and looks at the solution.

“Now that everything has more or less dissolved, add our starch solution.”

“Okay!” You do as he says. It takes a few seconds, and now your clear solution is stirring once more and you look at Senku expectantly.

He shrugs, and says, “The unfortunate thing about chemistry experiments is sometimes you need to wait for things to mix or react. There’s more downtime than you think. It’s fine for a classroom experiment, but less so when you’re doing your own thing.”

You hum, and ask, “So what do you usually do when waiting?”

Senku grins and shrugs, “Oh this and that.”

He nudges you with his bony elbow as he says that and gestures with his head at your solution, and you take it off the stir device and label it as ‘Solution B.’

You scoff, “Oh come on, you can’t just bait the question and leave me hanging!”

“All right, all right, well I usually just have other calculations to do, and if not that then I read a book.”

Your mouth tugs into a frown, “Huh, that’s surprisingly mundane.”

Senku raises an eyebrow at you, “What, were you expecting me to say that I always have a billion experiments going on in tandem?”

You blush and stutter, “Well, yeah!”

His eyebrow raises higher and you explain, “You seem like the type to always have some sort of side project going on, and I can easily picture you in a mad scientist type of lab, cackling as you create Frankenstein’s monster or something.”

Senku throws his head back and cackles at that, and you giggle at the mental image of mad-scientist Senku being solidified further.

“Hah! Not in a million years! For one, a full-fledged home lab is way too expensive, and two, you gotta pay attention to your experiments, so doing multiple at the same time is just like asking for one to go wrong! Also it’s Frankenstein’s monster not…”

Senku trails off, snapping his head forward and peers at you. Your smirk triumphantly and mockingly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What can I say~? I’m just well read~”

Senku laughs at you, and folds his arms, “Surprising, considering you can’t even read your lab instructions!”

You scoff in mock-betrayal, “Woooow okay. Woooow. Mock the foreigner struggling to read the kanji for chemicals, I see how it is.”

Snickering, muttering noncommittally "It was literally katakana, " Senku hands you a semi-opaque bottle, and you recognize it as Hydrogen Peroxide.

“Starting with Hydrogen Peroxide, NOT, Calcium.” He gives you a look which you respond by sticking your tongue at him. “Pour 400 mL into this container.”

Somehow, without you noticing, Senku produced ANOTHER fresh container onto your stir device. As you’re measuring out the Hydrogen Peroxide, Senku comments.

“So I’m guessing you missed the explanation on your sheet where it says that you need 30% Hydrogen Peroxide, which this stuff is seriously dangerous for an average student like you.”

You huff at the ‘average student’ comment, but he isn’t wrong so you don’t say anything.

Senku continues, explaining “This stuff could cause some rough burns, and if mixed with the wrong chemical, could cause an exothermic explosive reaction, which is why I tossed your solutions.”

You pause, watching the number on the scale even out to 401.2 mL, and make a face before responding.

“Why would this be involved in such a basic lab then?”

“Because typically you can read the instructions, which have the warnings, and there is an instructor there to watch you and hand out the chemicals so you use the right ones. Now add 600 mL of distilled water to that.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, questioning the fact that you were told to do this lab by yourself.

Senku nudges you, and you measure and add the distilled water, and he nods at the stir knob, so you turn it on and the solution starts mixing.

He’s standing pretty close to you, just behind you on your right, and you catch a faint scent from him, like a combination of plain soap and sterilized lab. It’s unobtrusive and wouldn’t be noticeable if he weren’t so close to you. Considering that he’s working with chemicals often, you reason that a strong perfume or cologne would likely not be good for that. It's an oddly pleasant smell, and seems so Senku.

Senku speaks up, “All right, that should be enough.” Bringing you back from your musings, and you blush as you realize you had started daydreaming about your lab partner’s scent after having only met this guy like half an hour ago.

The taller teen raises an eyebrow at your sudden jumpiness, but just moves on, saying “Okay, now that Solution C is done, get excited, as we are ready for the main reaction!”

You feel your heart start beating faster at Senku’s words, and you grin up at him, and he’s wearing a matching smirk.

He sets up a large, empty, glass beaker on your lab station.

“We add equal amounts of each solution, but it’s important to do Solution A and B first!” You watch Senku, and after a moment of him doing nothing he nudges you.

“Go on.”

“Ah, I’m doing it!? Okay!” You flail.

He laughs, “Yeah, it’s your assignment after all, dummy.”

“Okay, okay I get it smartass!” You mock sneer at him, and he just folds his arms and levels a look at you, and you laugh and fill a third of the beaker with Solution A, another third with B, and turn on the stirring.

“So nothing is goin to visibly occur until we add Solution C, because this one has the catalyst, the Peroxide, that’s going to make the fun stuff happen.” Senku explains, passing you Solution C.

You bite your lip in excitement, and make a silly expression at Senku, who scoffs and leans back against the counter with his arms folded, and just nods his head at your A and B solution.

“Go on!”

You add Solution C, and immediately the clear solution changes to yellow, and you smile and look to Senku, who points back to your solution with one arm.

“Keep looking!”

You turn back in time to watch the yellow liquid suddenly transform into a dark navy, almost black color. You gasp, adrenaline flushing through your veins, and bounce up and down.

“Senku!! It did it!! It changed color!”

He laughs, more at your reaction than the actual reaction, and just says again, “Keep looking dummy!”

You stop bouncing and look back at the navy solution, it’s still spinning, and it seems like nothing is happening…wait..is it a lighter blue now…? As soon as you notice the new color change, the solution flashes back to clear for a moment and then back to yellow, and then darker into the navy solution again. You swear your mouth has dropped to the floor and you can’t help but bounce in excitement again.

You look at Senku, who’s still laughing at you, his cheeks shining with his joy, “So that’s why it’s called the Oscillating reaction!! Because it keeps going back and forth!”

Your lab partner nods, “Yeah, it’s one of the few we are aware of, that will keep going back and forth.”

Distracted by the changing colors, you murmur casually, “...wonder how this happens…” Not understanding what you just did by asking for an explanation.

Senku’s eyes light up as he turns to you and explains, “The biggest influencer on the color here is the concentration of iodine, and the reaction going on is what influences it.”

You turn to look at him, but start to panic about five more words into his explanation.

“Our manganese was the catalyst for the iodate ion, the malonic acid, and the hydrogen peroxide to react to turn into iodomalonic acid and water and O2, but that’s just the overall equation. What really happens is a slew of intermediate equations, the first of which is the just the iodate ion and and hydrogen peroxide, with again, manganese as the catalyst, turning into hypoiodous acid, which then reacts with the third element of the first trio, the malonic acid, and forms iodomalonic acid and water. This first reaction is either occurring via a radical or nonradical pathway, and if it’s the former, then the hypoiodous acid reacts, creating the color we see. When the negative iodate ion is the principle ion present, the solution is clear, but then as the hypoiodous acid reacts, the iodine starts to increase and then when both the iodide and iodine are present, they combine to form a pentaiodide ion complex, which seeks out the starch in the solution and inserts itself into the helical structure of the amylose portion of the starch molecule. This results in a blue-black color, as the iodine concentration increases from the reaction of hypoiodous acid and iodide. Eventually the iodide disappears and there is iodine, 3 which gives the amber color. The reaction continues to oscillate between the colors until the iodate or malonic acid is used up. “

“Uhhhhh, Senku…” You trail off, eyes glazed over at the literal wall of information thrown at you.

You lab partner looks at you, somehow masking his exact emotions but still with a smirk painted across his face.

“Yes?”

“I literally do not know like a fourth of the words you just used, like I have literally never heard them before in this language, I probably haven't even heard them in my native one, and do not know what you just said.”

Senku just cackles at that, the jerk.

“No different than my usual companions who listen to me! Japanese may be their first language, but for all they know, I’m speaking a foreign one!”

You shake your head, smiling, and look at the oscillating color in the container in front of you.

“...so what do we do now?”

Senku looks at your lab instructions once again, and tells you, “It looks your professor left a note to say you’re supposed to take a video of the reaction, with you in it-as proof it’s not stolen from a Youtube video.”

You nod, and hold your phone out to him, “Help me then?”

He takes the video of you, and hands your phone back.

You frown, “How do we dispose of this?” You gesture with your hands loosely at all of your chemicals, tools, and solutions strewn about you.

“Hah!” Senku laughs, and you look at him funnily, he shrugs at you. “So typically your teacher would handle this, as this isn’t as simple as pouring things down the drain. We need to do a few things more to this solution to bring it to a state where we can do that.”

“Oh.” You frown, really considering why your teacher told you to do this on your own.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll handle it.”

You tilt your head, “What?”

Senku shrugs again, looking out the window, “I’ll take care of it, not like you would be able to. You’re done here.”

You furrow your eyebrows and fold your arms, “Now why do you think I would leave you at this point? Even if I don’t know how to do the cleanup on my own, it’s not like it would be any different than doing the actual lab, which I also didn't know how to do. You can just tell me what to do! I won’t leave you to clean my mess because it’s more convenient. More hands are useful, right? Like you said, it’s all us brute strength people are good for!”

You grin at Senku, and he stares at you for a moment, the intensity of his ruby eyes making your heart pound and a blush unwillingly dust your ears, before matching your grin.

“Alrighty then!”

He reaches over and grabs one of the containers he had first brought over, and holds it in front of you.

“Sodium thiosulfate, this will neutralize this solution, which has finished reacting, as you see?”

Looking at where Senku was pointing, you notice how the solution had stopped oscillating, and was now just a brown color, with a solid looking lump at the bottom.

“That’s solid iodine, which it and the hydrogen peroxide will get neutralized by this.” Senku punctuates his sentence with pouring an amount of the…sodium thiosulfate was it? Into the solution.

You both watch as after adding the chemical and stirring with the glass stir rod, the solution turns clear. You make an appropriate “Ooooh,” but Senku shakes his head and points back to the solution with a “Watch.”

You do so, and frown as the solution turns back to a dark purple color. Whipping your head back to Senku, he grins and explains to you,

“Now we just gotta add more of this stuff until the solution stays clear.” He holds the container out to you.

“Ladies first?”

You bark out a laugh, “Ha! You already went first dummy!”

But you take the solution, and keep adding some, eventually needing a bigger glass container. At some point, the solution stays colorless, and you grin at Senku.

“We did it!” You cheer

“Yeah!” Senku mockingly matches your tone, even throwing his hands in the air. “We’re not done!”

Your hands come down. “Oh.”

“We gotta remove the manganese from the solution now, which we will do with a saturated sodium carbonate solution!”

You swear that these things shouldn’t be in a high school chemistry lab, but well, if Senku was the one regularly using these, you couldn’t be too surprised at the setup. Maybe the school hoped he would bring them fame once he inevitably became a famous scientist.

You hop onto the lab counter to watch as he slowly adds more to the solution, backing off when it heats up, but continuing.

“So see here, now that it’s turned opaque?” Senku says, leaning in close to you, still keeping his eyes on the solution, but pointing with one long, callused finger.

You lean towards him, instinctively matching his movements and hum an affirmative.

His voice is rough as he says to you, quietly as you're next to him, just speaking for you to hear, “That’s the sign that the manganese is precipitating enough that in a minute, we will be able to filter it out.”

“And then what?” You quietly say.

Senku turns to you at the same time you turn to him, and you both pause as you realize how close you have gotten. With you sitting on the counter, you were just about eye level, only a hand's length between your faces and bodies.

He breathes out as you stare at each other, and you can feel the heat from his breath on your nose.

Then your lab partner blinks, and the spell is broken as he says, “And then we have the manganese separated, which we will give to a teacher to take to the school’s solid waste disposal, and the rest can be poured down the drain with a generous amount of water.”

He turns quickly to peer intensely at the solution, and you’re left feeling like you had just dropped a glass and everyone in the room was pretending you hadn’t for politeness’ sake.

You shake your head, dismissing the prior moment, and hop off the lab table.

Senku comments, “You really shouldn’t sit up there you know.”

“Nahh, what’s the harm in it here?” You easily dismiss, and Senku frowns at you.

“Lab safety isn’t something to joke about.”

You roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him and retort, “Yes Sensei~” In a drawling tone, and for extra measure, you wink at Senku when he gives you an unamused stare.

He backs off and rolls his eyes, muttering something about ‘brutes’ under his breath, but seems to understand your icebreaker as it is and smirks good-naturedly at you.

You watch in amiable silence as Senku filters the solution into a beaker filled with cold water, and then puts the filter with manganese bits into a container labeled “solid waste,” and then pours the solution down the lab station drain.

He hands the solid waste container to you, and says,. “Now hand this to your teacher, or just set it up by the front desk and whoever is the first teacher in tomorrow will handle it.”

“Oh! So, we’re done?” You hazard, and this time Senku actually nods.

“Yeah, you did your reaction, you have your video, and can show your teacher tomorrow.”

“Oh!” At his words, you’re struck with disappointment, and you watch as Senku looks at his watch and starts gathering up some of the beakers in his arms.

Wanting to say something to fill the silence, you gasp out “So what are you doing with those dishes?”

Senku responds, “The lab I was in has less beakers than this one, so I’m moving them over there.”

You watch as he huffs at the strain of balancing all the delicate glassware, “Want me to help carry them?” You ask.

The green-haired man opens his mouth, but as he does so, one of the tubes on top of the pile in his arms topples off and you lunge to grab it, barely managing to nab the labware before it breaks on the floor.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt.” You hear Senku drawl out above you, his raspy voice betraying his amusement.

Standing up straight, you smile widely at Senku, outright squeezing your eyes shut with the exuberance of it, and hear him chuckle lightly. Then there’s delicate glassware shoved into your arms and you find that now you’re the one steadying yourself before you have to drop and pay for broken labware.

“C’mon.” Senku’s at the door, and you hurry after him.

The other lab is literally just down the hall and you’re still feeling that weird apprehension at the thought of saying goodbye to your spontaneous lab partner. You acknowledge that the two of you literally met like an hour ago, but you still wanted to stay around Senku longer.

It was like he was the sun, and you couldn’t help being drawn in by his gravitational orbit.

So that was your explanation for why, when the two of you got to the classroom entrance, as Senku turns to you to presumably thank you, just as he opens his mouth, you blurt out;

“Want me to help clean them?”

Senku’s mouth shuts with a click, and he gives you a look, which makes you realize he hadn’t looked directly at you since that moment in the other room. His brow furrows, and his ruby eyes are piercing as he gives you a long stare.

You feel an odd sense of awkward heat wash over you, and you can’t help but try to explain yourself, “Well I feel bad making you wash everything because it was my project and all and-”

“Nah, I don’t need the help here.” Senku cuts in, and you then can’t help but deflate.

“Oh.” Another beat of awkward silence and you try to fill in the blank again, “Well that’s fine I guess, you’re definitely capable of washing dishe-” But then Senku interrupts you again.

“But I could use a lab partner tomorrow after school if you aren’t too busy doing regular brute things.”

Your jaw drops and you stare at Senku, who is aloofishly looking to the side, like he doesn’t care much about your response. But his presence is still, and you can tell he is waiting on your response.

You break into a huge smile, and exuberantly chirp, “Okay! I’ll be here after school tomorrow!”

You see the minute relief wash over Senku’s face, though outwardly it looks like a cocky smirk, and he drawls out, “Ahh, well you better be ready for some grueling grunt work! It’s gonna be tedious and you’ll need to read my instructions properly!” His ruby eyes glint in the light at you, and you feel an overwhelming mirth bubble up in your chest.

“I can’t wait for it, Senku!”

[obsessedwithlute]

If The Hazbin Hotel Characters Worked At A School

Charlie- You might think Charlie would be the principal but NO! Charlie is the therapist! She tries to get everyone into her office for a session by the end of the year- including the teachers! Vaggie- Vaggie would teach mainstream math. Her favorite thing about teaching math is giving people extra homework when they disrupt her class. (A lot of people leave with extra homework. One time Angel Dust walked in on her in the middle of a test, and she made him do a homework sheet).

Angel Dust- He is a substitute. He's actually qualified to teach computer science, but he doesn't. It's his best kept secret why he doesn't.

Husk- He teaches Italian. He's not properly fluent in Italian and only got the job because Lucifer lost a gamble to him and Husk said he'd let him keep his money if he did "one tiny favor". Angel Dust likes to lurk outside Husk's classroom when he gets the chance, and the second Husk mispronounces a word, Angel will stick his head in, correct him and then dart back out. Husk pretends to hate it but he actually finds it really hot. (Angel Dust was also actually the one who TAUGHT Husk Italian).

Lucifer- Lucifer is the principal. He doesn't really care what most of his employees do, including stalking the Italian teacher, cruel and unusual punishment during guitar lessons, or fucking in the janitor's closet. As long as "most of his employees" doesn't include Alastor.

Alastor- Alastor actually teaches health, or sex ed, or whatever you call it. He went to college and got a degree and didn't do it "The Husk Way" all so he could do two things: 1. Properly represent queer people, especially trans people, during the class because he knows, as a trans person, that it's really hard not to feel undermined during the class. 2. Make jokes about being an asexual person teaching sex ed (I'm not asexual/aromantic but it just seems like the kind of thing Alastor would do- especially considering how he reacts to Angel badly propositioning him). If you make a queerphobic comment in Alastor's class, you're dead. Possibly literally. Alastor never actually adheres to the curriculum, and Lucifer keeps trying to break into his class and catch him but somehow Al is always two steps ahead. When Lucifer is not at school, Alastor takes his whole class down to the kitchens and has them make jambalaya for the whole period. If you can't eat jambalaya, Alastor has a whole closet full of alternative ingredients for you but EVERYONE IS EATING SOME FORM OF JAMBALAYA OR EVERYONE HAS TO FIX ALASTOR'S VINTAGE RADIOS DURING DETENTION FOR A MONTH.

Lute- She teaches biology and is that one teacher who everyone either loves or hates. She runs the GSA and has weekly meetings and she's also the teacher who becomes your replacement mom if your real mom sucks. (This also applies to the teachers, she's also basically Angel Dust's mother by now). If you make a queerphobic comment in her class, she will stalk for exactly two weeks after you say it, slowly recording every single discriminatory thing you say. Then she will make you stay after school hours and reads off her entire list. Then she assigns you detention for two weeks and makes you write a 5-page essay on whatever chapter of Queer Ducks her heart desires in size 8 Arial font during the few precious hours of the day you don't have detention.

Adam- He teaches the jazz band, and if you play guitar, you get double lessons. Twice a month, Adam conducts tests randomly. You have to get up and play a song of his choice- no sheet music allowed. If you mess up even once, Adam gets to smack your guitar with a rock and you get to pay for the damages. (Lucifer knows, doesn't care, and makes rubber duck voodoo dolls all day long.)

Cherri- She teaches gym and if a student isn't running fast enough, she throws basketballs at them. Not hard to HIT them, but just enough to give them some motivation.

Sir Pentious- He doesn't work at this school. He works at a preschool in a different town. But since it's only a half-day, as soon as he gets the chance, he leaves and goes to stare longingly at Cherri while she somehow manages not to get fired. Everyone is just used to him being there, and he's fine with that.

[starlvcied]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ kyoka jirou x f! reader ꒱ ˎˊ˗ "little miss perfect"

» cw : lowkey internal homophobia, reader is super confused, slight angst, fluff. modern, no quirk au. » wc : 4k

gay shit below the cut >:)

perfection is not just something you aspire to—it’s something you’ve mastered. every morning, your hair falls into place with a few practiced strokes of the brush. every class is a chance to add another A to your spotless record. and every smile you offer—to friends, classmates, teachers—is warm and genuine, the kind that makes people want to be near you. you've heard the whispers in the halls. the compliments passed along when they think you can’t hear.

“her hair’s always so shiny. how does she do that?” “she’s literally so nice. like, it’s impossible to hate her.” “and she’s smart too? God must've taken his time with her.”

you've been called a lot of things. perfect. beautiful. the kind of girl everyone wants to be—or be with. and for the longest time, you believed it all. why wouldn’t you? you're everything people say you are, the person who never lets anyone down.

it's not a role you chose, but it’s a role you’ve grown into. you wear it like a crown, heavy but necessary. and somewhere along the way, you’ve convinced yourself that this version of you is the only version that matters.

so when you spot kyoka jirou for the first time, slouching in the back row of your english class, you don’t think twice about her.

she’s the opposite of you in so many ways—messy purple hair, a loose hoodie that looks like it belongs to someone else, an air of casual disinterest that somehow makes her stand out more than if she tried to blend in. she doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks of her, and that, in itself, is fascinating.

but you don’t dwell on it. you have your perfect life, and she has hers.

at least, that’s what you think.

you don’t talk to jirou right away. it's not like you avoid her—why would you? she's just another classmate, another name on the attendance sheet. but one day, she’s assigned to your group during an in-class project, and that’s when everything shifts.

you've already done the work in your head, dividing up the tasks based on who seems most reliable. before you can even begin assigning roles, though, jirou leans back in her chair, tilting it onto two legs.

“so,” she says, smirking, “are you always this organized, or are we just lucky today?” her voice is low, smooth, with a faint rasp like she’s just finished laughing. there's no malice in her words, but the teasing edge catches you off guard.

“i—uh—” you stumble, your usual composure slipping for just a second.

jirou’s smirk widens. “relax, I’m just messing with you.” she sits up straight again, reaching for her notebook. “let's get this over with.”

as the group works, you can’t help but watch her. she doesn’t take notes neatly like you do, her handwriting messy and uneven, but when she talks, it’s clear she knows her stuff. she doesn’t bother raising her hand for answers, but she’s quick to shoot down bad ideas and suggest better ones.

by the end of the project, you’re impressed.

when the bell rings, she slings her bag over her shoulder then nods at you. “nice work, little miss perfect.”

the nickname makes you blink. “what did you call me?”

her grin is lopsided, mischievous. “you heard me. see you around.”

and just like that, she’s gone, leaving you standing there with a strange, unfamiliar warmth blooming in your chest.

you don’t know how it happens, but soon enough, jirou is everywhere.

she starts sitting next to you in study hall, her headphones looped around her neck as she scrolls through her phone. at first, she barely says a word, but one day she looks over and asks, “hey, you’re good at math, right? can you help me with this?”

it's such a simple request, but it feels monumental. you nod, scooting closer, and spend the next fifteen minutes explaining the problem. she doesn’t say much, just nods along, but when she finally solves it, she looks at you like you’ve just pulled off a magic trick.

“not bad,” she says, her tone light. “guess being perfect has its perks.”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

after that, the conversations come easier. she starts joking with you more, poking fun at how neatly you organize your notes or how your handwriting looks like a font. you start teasing her back, pointing out the permanent scuff on her sneakers or the way she always forgets to cap her pen.

it's easy, being around her. effortless in a way you didn’t know friendship could be.

but then, something shifts.

it's small at first—barely noticeable. the way your heart skips when her shoulder brushes against yours. the way you catch yourself looking for her in the cafeteria, scanning the crowd until you see her leaning against the vending machine, a lazy smile on her face.

you tell yourself it’s nothing. admiration, maybe. or just the thrill of having a friend who’s so different from you.

but the feelings don’t go away.

one afternoon, as the two of you sit under a tree in the courtyard, kyoka pulls a pack of gum from her pocket and offers you a piece. When you take it, your fingers brush against hers, and it’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through your hand.

you drop the gum, your cheeks flushing.

“whoa, you okay?” kyoka asks, laughing as she picks it up for you.

“yeah,” you say quickly, looking anywhere but at her. “i’m fine.”

you're not fine. you’re anything but fine.

that night, as you lie in bed staring at the ceiling, you replay the moment in your head over and over, trying to understand why it felt so different. so charged.

you’ve  never thought about girls that way before. you’ve had crushes on boys—cute ones, funny ones, the kind who make you blush just by looking at you. but this… this is something else entirely.

and it scares you.

you’ve always been good at burying things. stress, doubt, fear—they all disappear beneath layers of determination and effort. so when the feelings you have for kyoka grow too loud to ignore, you do what you’ve always done: you distract yourself.

you start waking up earlier, perfecting your morning routine until not a single strand of hair is out of place. your already excellent grades become pristine, and your teachers sing your praises more than ever. when someone needs help with a project, you’re the first to volunteer. you even join the school’s spring fundraiser committee, staying late after school to organize bake sales and donation drives.

anything to keep your mind busy. but no matter how much you do, you can’t escape her.

she’s still there in study hall, lounging next to you with her headphones around her neck. she’s still texting you at night, sending memes and song recommendations and random thoughts that make you laugh until your stomach hurts. she’s still kyoka, and you’re still…

you’re still not ready to admit it.

so you keep piling on distractions. you join another club. you spend hours at the gym, convincing yourself that if you run fast enough, work hard enough, the feelings will go away. but they don’t.

one afternoon, as you’re walking to class, you hear someone call your name. you turn to see kyoka jogging toward you, a grin on her face.

“hey, little miss perfect,” she says, falling into step beside you. “you’ve been busy lately. hard to keep up with you.”

you swallow, forcing a smile. “jus a lott… going on, i guess.”

jirou raises an eyebrow. “uh huh. you okay?”

“of course,” you say quickly, your voice a little too bright. “why wouldn’t I be?”

she shrugs, but her eyes linger on you like she’s trying to see past the mask. “no reason. just checking.”

her concern makes your chest tighten. you want to tell her the truth—to spill everything you’ve been feeling and let her carry some of the weight. but you can’t.

not yet. maybe never.

that night, you sit at your desk, staring at the open textbook in front of you. the words blur together, your mind too busy replaying every interaction with kyoka. the way she teases you. the way she smiles. the way her voice softens when she says your name. you groan, dropping your head into your hands.

you’ve spent your whole life knowing who you are. the perfect girl, the one who has it all together. but now, it feels like that image is cracking, and you’re terrified of what might be underneath.

the distraction strategy lasts for weeks, but it starts to wear on you. you’re exhausted, constantly running on empty, and no amount of perfection can fill the hole inside you.

one friday, kyoka corners you after class.

“okay, seriously, what’s up with you?” she asks, crossing her arms.

“nothing,” you say, avoiding her gaze. nothing. it's always nothing.

“bullshit,” she shoots back, her voice sharp but not unkind. “you’ve been acting weird for weeks. did I do something?”

the question makes your heart ache, and your lips form a thin line.

“no,,” you say quickly. “you didn’t do anything. i just… i’m dealing with some stuff, that’s all.”

kyoka’s expression softens. “you know you can talk to me, right?”

“i know.”

but you don’t. because talking to her means facing the truth, and you’re not ready for that.

not yet.

the invitation comes on a thursday afternoon, scrawled in kyokas looping handwriting on a folded piece of notebook paper she slides across your desk.

"sleepover at my place this weekend? bring snacks. no excuses."

you glance up at her, and she’s already smirking, leaning back in her chair like she has all the time in the world.

“well?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

you hesitate, your pulse quickening. you’ve spent the past few weeks trying to put distance between the two of you, hiding behind excuses and distractions. but kyoka isn’t giving you an out this time.

“sure,” you say finally, forcing a smile. “sounds fun.”

her grin widens, and for a moment, it’s like nothing has changed.

saturday night arrives faster than you expect.

kyokas room is exactly what you imagined it would be: messy but cozy, with posters of bands you’ve never heard of covering the walls and a stack of old comics teetering on her nightstand. a string of fairy lights hangs above her bed, casting a soft, warm glow over the space. alternative music played faintly from the cd player placed on one of her shelves. it looked old, and the music came out staticky. you assumed that's the vibe she was going for.

“you're lucky i cleaned,” she says, tossing a pillow at you. “it usually looks like a tornado came through here.” 

somehow that made your heart warm.

you laugh, catching the pillow and throwing it back. “this is cleaned up?”

“hey, don’t judge.” she grins, flopping onto the bed. “make yourself at home.”

you settle onto the floor, leaning against the bedframe as you dig into the snacks you brought. the two of you spend the next few hours talking, laughing, and watching dumb videos on her laptop. it feels normal. easy.

but as the night wears on, something shifts.

you're lying side by side on her bed, your legs tangled in a mess of blankets. the laptop has long since been abandoned, and now it’s just the two of you, the quiet hum of the music filling the space between your words.

“i’m glad you came,” kyoka says suddenly, her voice softer than usual.

you turn your head to look at her, surprised. “yeah?”

she nods, her dark eyes meeting yours. “you’ve been… distant lately. i thought maybe you didn’t want to hang out anymore.”

your stomach twists with guilt. “that’s not it. i just—” you hesitate, searching for the right words. “i’ve had a lot on my mind.”

kyoka studies you for a moment, her gaze steady. “like what?”

you open your mouth, but the words don’t come. you can’t tell her—not now, not when you’re still trying to figure it out yourself.

“nothing important,” you say finally, looking away.

kyoka doesn’t push, but the silence that follows is heavy, charged with unspoken questions.

and then, before you can stop it, she leans in.

it’s so quick, so unexpected, that you don’t have time to react. her lips brush against yours, soft and tentative, and your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest.

when she pulls back, her eyes are wide, her confidence replaced by something vulnerable.

“sorry,” she mutters, sitting back. “i shouldn’t have—”

you shake your head, your mind racing. it felt like you had just been impaled through your stomach with a butcher's knife. “it’s fine,” you say quickly, though your voice wavers. “i just… I didn’t expect that.”

the room feels too small, too warm, and you suddenly need to be anywhere but here.

“i think i should go,” you say, climbing off the bed and grabbing your bag.

kyoka stands, her expression shifting from confusion to concern. “wait—are you okay? did I—”

“i’m fine,” you interrupt, forcing a smile you don’t feel. “i just… i need to think.”

before she can say anything else, you’re out the door, your heart pounding in your ears.

the next few days are a blur. you throw yourself back into distractions, burying yourself in homework, extracurriculars, and anything else that keeps your mind off what happened at kyoka’s. but no matter how hard you try, you can’t escape the memory of her kiss. it plays on a loop in your head—the softness of it, the way she looked at you afterward, like she’d just handed you her heart and was waiting to see if you’d crush it.

and then there’s the way you ran.

you tell yourself you needed time to think, to sort through the mess of feelings inside you. but the truth is, you’re scared. scared of what her kiss meant, and even more scared of what it made you feel. you avoid her at school, taking different routes to class and sitting on the opposite side of study hall. you don’t respond to her texts, even though every one of them is a reminder of the friendship you’re putting on hold.

hey, you okay?can we talk?i’m really sorry if i made you uncomfortable. please just tell me if you’re mad. 🫠

you read her messages over and over, your chest tightening with guilt. you're not mad at her—not even a little. you're mad at yourself, at the part of you that wants to stop running and go back to her.

but you don’t.

it takes a week before kyoka corners you. you're at your locker, switching out books, when you feel someone behind you.

“hey..”

her voice is quiet, hesitant, but it still makes your heart race. your turn to face her, clutching your books to your chest like a shield.

“hi,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

kyoka shifts her weight, her hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie. she looks nervous, and it’s strange to see her like this. shes always been so confident, so sure of herself.

“why are you avoiding me?” she asks, her eyes searching yours.

you want to say no reason, to lie and tell her everything is fine. but you can’t. not when she’s looking at you like that. like her heart was shattered into millions of pieces

“i… i needed time,” you admit.

her brow furrows. “time for what?”

you take a deep breath, the words catching in your throat. “to figure out how I feel.”

kyoka doesn’t say anything right away, but you can see the hurt in her eyes.

“i’m sorry,” you say quickly. “it's not your fault. i just… i wasn’t expecting this.”

“this,” she repeats, her voice soft. “you mean… us?”

you nod, your cheeks flushing. “i don’t know what i’m feeling, kyoka. i've never… i’ve never thought about girls like that before.”

her expression softens, and she takes a small step closer. “thats okay,” she says gently. “you don’t have to have it all figured out. i just… i didn’t want to lose you, you know? i get it if you don’t feel the same way, but i can’t stand not talking to you.”

her honesty makes your chest ache. you look down at your hands, trying to sort through the jumble of emotions inside you.

“i’m not mad at you,” you say finally. “i was just scared. scared of what it might mean if i…”

“if you what?” she asks softly.

you meet her gaze, your heart pounding. “if I liked you too.”

the words hang in the air between you, heavier than anything you’ve ever said. For a moment, you think she might say something, but instead, she smiles—a small, hopeful smile that makes your chest feel lighter.

“you don’t have to figure it all out right now,” she says. “we can take it slow. i just… i want to be here for you, whatever that looks like.”

her kindness nearly brings you to tears. you nod, a small smile breaking through the weight of your emotions.

“okay,” you say, your voice steadier now. “slow sounds good.”

kyoka’s smile widens, and for the first time in days, you feel like you can breathe again.

things don’t go back to normal right away, but they don’t stay broken, either. the next time you see kyoka in study hall, she gives you a small wave. it’s subtle, like she’s giving you space, but the softness in her expression reminds you of her promise: slow.

you wave back, and for the first time in weeks, the distance between you doesn’t feel insurmountable.

over the next few weeks, you find yourself gravitating back toward her. at first, it’s little things—sitting next to her during lunch, texting her again about homework or something funny you saw online. slowly, the ease of your friendship starts to return, but now there’s something else beneath it, something neither of you says out loud. you’re still figuring it out, what this new version of your relationship means. sometimes, you catch yourself staring at her when she isn’t looking, your heart fluttering in a way that still feels strange and unfamiliar. other times, you feel the panic creeping in again, the fear that you’re not who you thought you were.

but kyoka doesn’t rush you. she doesn’t push for answers or try to define things before you’re ready. instead, she just… shows up. she’s there in the small, quiet moments: walking with you to class, sending you songs she thinks you’ll like, making you laugh when you feel overwhelmed. she’s patient and steady, her presence a reminder that you don’t have to have it all figured out right away.

one friday afternoon, you’re sitting together under the tree in the courtyard, sharing a bag of chips and watching the clouds drift by.

“can i ask you something?” you say, breaking the comfortable silence.

kyoka looks over at you, her expression curious. “sure.”

“how did you know?” you hesitate, unsure how to phrase the question. “i mean… about yourself. that you liked girls.”

she thinks for a moment, crunching on a chip before answering. “it wasn’t like some big epiphany or anything. i just… started noticing things. like how i’d get nervous around certain girls, or how i’d want to spend all my time with them. took me a while to figure out what it meant, though.”

you nod slowly, her words sinking in. “were you scared?”

“yeah, at first,” she admits. “but then i realized it didn’t change anything about who i was. i was still me, you know? and the people who mattered—they didn’t care.”

her answer soothes something in you, like a knot loosening in your chest.

“you don’t have to figure it all out right now,” she adds, her tone gentle. “it;s okay to just… feel things and see where they take you.”

you look at her, the warmth in her eyes making your heart ache in the best way. “thanks, kyoka.”

she smiles, her fingers brushing against yours for just a moment. it’s such a small gesture, but it feels significant, like the start of something new.

that night, as you lie in bed, you replay the conversation in your head. for the first time in weeks, the thought of liking her doesn’t feel so scary. it feels possible.

weeks pass, and the fear you carried so heavily begins to soften. it doesn’t disappear entirely, but it becomes quieter, overshadowed by something else—a growing certainty every time you’re with kyoka.

you don’t tell her right away. you’re still figuring out how to put everything you’re feeling into words. but you start showing her in small ways, in the things you say and do. you let her borrow your favorite pens during study hall, even though she always forgets to give them back. you bring her coffee before class one morning, remembering exactly how she likes it—too much sugar, just a splash of cream. when she texts you a joke at midnight, you stay up replying, even though you have an exam the next day.

she notices, of course. kyoka jirou notices everything. “you’re different lately,” she says one afternoon, as the two of you walk home from school together.

“different how?” you ask, trying to keep your tone casual.

she shrugs, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. “i don’t know. ligher, maybe. happier.”

you glance at her, and for a moment, you think about telling her the truth—that she’s the reason. that even though you’re still scared, being with her makes the fear worth it. but the words don’t come. not yet.

it happens on a friday night.

the two of you are at kyoka’s house again, sitting on the floor of her room with a pile of snacks between you. she's flipping through one of her old comic books, occasionally pointing out a panel she thinks you’ll like.

you’re not really paying attention to the comic, though. your gaze keeps drifting to her—how her hair falls into her eyes when she leans forward, the way her lips curve when she laughs at something she reads.

it’s like the air in the room shifts, becoming heavier, charged with something unspoken.

“hey, kyoka?” you say, your voice soft.

she looks up, her dark eyes meeting yours. “yeah?”

your heart is pounding, your palms damp with nerves, but you don’t look away.

“i think…” you pause, taking a deep breath. “i think i like you.”

the words hang in the air between you, heavier than you expected. for a moment, kyoka just stares at you, her expression unreadable.

“you think?” she asks, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

you laugh nervously, your cheeks burning. “i mean… i know. i like you, kyoka. more than a friend.”

her smile softens, and she sets the comic book aside, leaning closer to you. “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

before you can respond, she cups your face gently, her thumb brushing against your cheek. this time, when she kisses you, you don’t pull away. it’s soft and tentative at first, but as you lean into her, it deepens, your heart pounding as the rest of the world fades away. when you finally pull back, her forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“so,” she says, her voice low and warm. “does this mean I can call you my girlfriend now?”

you laugh, the sound light and free. “yeah,” you say, your cheeks aching from how much you’re smiling. “i think it does.”

the next few weeks feel like a dream.

you and kyoka ease into the new rhythm of your relationship, the transition from friends to something more feeling natural and right. she holds your hand when you’re walking to class, her fingers laced with yours like they were always meant to be there. she texts you good morning and good night, her messages filled with teasing and sweetness in equal measure.

being with her doesn’t feel scary anymore. it feels like coming home. it feels perfect.

comments and reblogs r appreciated :)) made this for a friend. yes, this is based off the song "little miss perfect" from write out loud :0

[yeostars]

I Hate You, I Love You.

-kang yeosang<3

○ pairing- yeosang x reader ○ genre- academic rivals to lovers! early relationship scenario, basically a snippet into the times when two rivals get into a romantic relationship after finally confessing their undying love to eo (ahem, they still hate eo too, though) ○ warnings- none? slight 18+ scenes but they don't actually do IT haha ○ synopsis- sooo this one is the epilogue for my rivals to lovers yeo fic (down bad, but at what cost?) . basically this one is a study session turned into a pillow fight turned into an intense makeout session ;) i've tried my best to write this one even better than the actual long fic so i really hope y'all enjoy reading this. likes, reblogs, comments and follows are always immensely appreciated <3

"Huh, to be honest, your room isn't half bad. Really." You admit, peering at every little thing your eyes land upon, in this giant, spacious room.

"If that was meant to be a compliment, thanks." Yeosang snorted, right behind you, watching you take everything in.

This was your very first time visiting your boyfriend's slash academic rival's room. Infact, it was your first time coming to his house itself. Saying that you were nervous was an understatement, but somehow you seemed to be relaxing in yeosang's presence by now.

The fact that no one except the both of you were present in his house right now, also relaxed you quite a lot. Yeosang's parents had gone shopping and his elder sister was hanging out with her friends. Yeosang, being the smartass he is, grabbed this perfect oppurtunity and ideal day to invite you over, to get your assignments done.

Yeah. to get those damn assignments done. nothing else, probably, right...? although you wished you were lying, as you thought about how amazing it would be, to make out with yeosang on his bed.....

It had been roughly a month since the both of you started dating now, and it seemed like neither of you wanted to rush things. But if either you or yeosang made the first move, the latter would passionately reciprocate it.

"I mean it, your room is much more spacious than i imagined it to be. And also, so clean.... bet it isn't normally this clean." You said, chuckling, as your hand gently patted and felt the soft matress bed sheets.

"Well, not gonna lie, i did clean it up cuz you were gonna come over, You should be grateful." He joked, carefully picking up your bag and placed it on one of the extra chairs around his study table.

"Should i touch your feet or something? Geez, thanks for cleaning your room, i guess." You let out, suddenly stopping in your tracks to stare at the mini posters stuck at the wall.

Yeosang noticed you staring at those posters at the wall and stood right besides you. Good thing it wasn't something embarassing- or else he would've torn all those posters than bear all the teasing from you.

"Seriously, yeo? Math symbols, geometry shapes, equations and formulas..... you know what, i am not even surprised, you math freak." You grinned, turning to look him directly in the eye.

"So what? I am working to be the best mathematician of the next century, Gotta make sure to look like one." He replied, sounding quite proud.

"Might as well wear printed t-shirts with mathematical formulas all over it, My anti-math ass could never. I might throw up if i stare at those posters again." You said, giving those posters one last glance.

"You and your dramatic ass, y/n.....well, take a seat, if you're done exploring, and lets get these assignments done." Yeosang murmured, taking hold of his own bag, as he bought it towards his huge study table.

You sat at the chair farthest to the window, where sunrays seemed to be shining beautifully at the ends of the study table. Yeosang sat right besides you, eliminating the third chair and reduced any distance present between the both of you.

You ignored your heart beating loudly in your chest, quietly placed your books and pens on the table, and peered at yeosang doing the same.

"Well then, lets get started? As we promised each other, you're gonna help me if i have any difficulty in maths and I'm gonna do the same for you in science. Hope that offer still stands." You said, not quite maintaining eye contact with him, choosing to stare at those books in front of you instead.

"Hmm, alright. Lets get this done as quickly as possible." Yeosang said, already getting started with his work.

Around 40 minutes passed, the both of you working in peaceful silence, and even if you asked each other about a certain question or concept, the atmosphere between the both of you was still, peaceful. calm. not chaotic- and that's where is started to feel slightly...wrong? This had to be the longest time you've both spent in each other's presence without teasing the hell out of each other or bickering.

You couldn't help but steal quick glances towards yeosang's direction, admiring his concentrated self, how unbelievably hot he looked even when he was literally just, studying. When he furrowed his eyebrows cuz he probably didn't understand something, or when he mindlessly spun his pen as he read content, you wondered how you even managed to have a boyfriend as attractive as him.

You stretched your arms quickly, leaning back toward the chair, stifling a yawn. You were quite tired now, but you still had one topic left. You glanced at yeosang, and he looked quite tired himself, too.

And besides, things felt too boring, between the both of you, right now. You wanted to spice things up a bit, get him to kiss you or something.... but how?

"I'm taking a quick break." You announced, getting up from your chair, heading towards the giant bed, sitting comfortably at the edge.

Yeosang spun his chair to face you, and just blankly stared at you as you scrolled through something on your phone.

"What, tired already?" He asked, having the audacity to ask you this while looking much more exhausted than you.

"You look like you're about to pass out, right now. Take a break along with me." This wasn't a request, it was an order. You wanted both of you to feel fresh and relaxed before you started working on the final topic to finish your assignments.

Yeosang didn't argue further, simply closed his books and joined you, on his bed. He mirrored your position, sitting quite distant from you, but you could still feel his feet brushing yours..

You sat there, feeling extra comfortable because of the giant, soft pillows behind you. Yeosang suddenly grabbed one of those pillows behind you and you glanced at him, quirking an eyebrow and met his gaze, which looked quite mischievous and playful...typical yeosang.

"Ever been in a pillow fight?" Yeosang asked, pulling the pillow close to his chest.

"Umm....no? I might have once, with Jia, though." You replied, registering the fact that he probably asked you out on a pillow fight. you, his girlfriend, into a pillow fight.

at such moments, you realised how yeosang was truly, yeosang. no one could ever be like him..

"Then accept this challenge. Whoever wins gets their favourite snack as a reward." Yeosang snickered, coming closer to you.

"Oh, ITS ON. Y-" You almost screamed, and you didn't even get to finish your sentence as Yeosang approached you and hit his pillow skillfully at your arm. You groaned, gaining your consciousness quickly and attacked him with another pillow, aimed right at his head.

Here you were, the both of you fighting each other in an impromptu pillow fight, laughing, giggling and screaming like little kids. Just when you thought you couldn't fall deeper for yeosang than you already were, you were proved wrong when you met his soft and playful gaze, him smiling at you, the reason for his laughter being you. You wished this moment could last forever..

Your bodies brushed again each other's quite often, but the both of you tried to ignore that fact, too caught up in adrenaline and playfully fighting each other.

With a well-aimed swing, you managed to knock the pillow out of Yeosang's hands, grinning proudly. "Gotcha!"

Before you even knew it, yeosang lunged forward and tackled you gently onto the bed. You both landed in a heap of tangled limbs and pillows, your breath hitching as you realised that you were pinned beneath him onto the bed...

For a moment, everything stilled. The air, filled with laughter and giggles and screams just a minute ago, was now intense, and all that could be heard was your breaths.

You gazed into each other's eyes, your faces mere inches apart, You could feel yeosang's warm breath forming goosebumps on your skin. Every single cell in your body seemed to be aware of your current position, you could feel yeosang's strong arms wrapped against your sides, as if you had no choice to run away,,,

Yeosang's eyes softened, his playful smirk replaced by something more tender. "Y/N...." He trailed off, not bothering to complete his sentence. Just hearing your name from his lips, him being so damn close to you, you could've sworn your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.

Your hand, which had been gripping a pillow, slowly lifted up to touch his shoulders, to touch those strong biceps... that got you thinking just how buff your boyfriend was.

He leaned down, his movements slow and deliberate, giving you every chance to pull away, his eyes never leaving yours. But of course, you didn't. Why would you? You were waiting since ages for this to happen..

You lifted your head slightly, closing the distance between you. Your lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and electrifying, a perfect blend of softness and urgency.

Until, it was no longer soft, no longer sweet- just mere urgency, passion and roughness arising, as yeosang's palms reached forward to cup your face and your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer to you.

You pulled apart just for a second, you asking him hurridely if the door was locked (as much as you loved kissing yeosang, you were not prepared for the utter embarrasment if his parents walked in.) and he just hummed in reply, wasting no time and bought your lips to his again.

The makeout session seemed to be unending, and you weren't complaining in he slightest. The next second you broke the kiss to catch some freaking air, you could feel yeosang's gaze strongly fixated on you, and you couldn't quite comprehend what he was feeling.

"God, you're so hot." He said, in such a low voice, you would have almos missed it if you weren't so damn close to him.

"What?" You asked, blushing, although you had clearly heard him. You took in the sight of his cheeks heating up so furiously that your shyness was now replaced with a proud smirk.

"Say it again. I didn't quite hear you." You said, grinning.

"H-hell no. You didn't hear anything." He said, now tearing his gaze off you, just to be met by your smirk yet again as you grabbed his chin softly to make direct eye contact.

"What, THE kang yeosang getting all giddy and shy because of me? Yeo, if you don't say that again, i WILL tease you about it for the rest of your life-"

"I hate you. Y-you're so hot." He said, and before you could say anything, he quickly sealed his lips with yours, once again. You hummed in pleasure as his thumbs lightly massaged your cheeks, and you felt so damn good in this moment, you wouldn't dare to stop.

That was, unless you had to, to catch your breaths once again.

"Have you kissed someone before, um, me?" You asked, looking quite shy now. He blinked, not believing that this was the kind of question you'd ask him in the middle of a makeout session.

"I did. What about you?" He asked, shrugging, his eyes curious for your answer to the same.

Something familiar settled into your stomach. Bitterness. Jealousy. That would explain how yeosang kissed you so damn well. He was experienced, someone had already felt those wicked, soft, irrestible lips before. And of course, they did. Have you looked at the guy? It would be impossible to believe that he hadn't dated before.

"Y/N?" He asked softly, after noticing that you didn't reply quickly.

"Uhh...well, you're my first kiss." You said, not adding anything further. Yeosang seemed way too shocked at that, smirking soon after.

"Are you being serious? You're telling me, your arch nemesis, your rival, the person you quite literally hate, ME, i'm your first kiss? Insane, if you ask m-" He didn't get to complete his sentence this time, as you bought your lips to his, again. and again. and again- until the both of you were completely satisfied- which you weren't, not just yet. You kissed in perfect sync, perfect harmony- you tilting your head slightly to give him more access, your tongues hungrily meeting each others, the unending bites and teasing making you even more desperate for each other.

You opened your eyes to be met with a pleasant, calm, flushed yeosang. His plush lips were now red and glossy and slightly bruised because of you biting them so many times (he did too, so that was only fair) and he just, looked so fucking pretty, so handsome, so ethereal. and you were just so damn lucky.

"You are my first kiss too, by the way." He confessed, now looking quite serious. You nearly choked on air.

"WHAT?? You lied to me before...?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yea, i just wanted to witness you being jealous. You are so cute, the way you were pouting when i said that, i wanted to bite you." He said, caressing your cheek softly.

"Shut up. I hate you." You let out, pouting yet again and yeosang looked at you with such endearment and adoration, one would have never thought that you used to be at each others throats.

"Nah, you love me." He chuckled, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smiled softly.

"That, maybe i do."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I read over the neat handwriting scrawled elegantly onto my exam paper, a vivid red ink curling into the praise of 'good boy'. Giddy feeling of accomplishment aside, the ink seems to call to me. The letters are sharp, clean, deep. My hands simply itch to acquire such quality.... I recall the many different pens sprawled over my desk, back at Ramshackle, having bought them after discovering the many stationery and art brands of this foreign world. A few professional grade inking pens, a couple of brush pens, simple, smooth ball point pens...

But wow, this pen looks so good. I need to see it decorating my sketchbook!

"Professor, may I ask something?" I decide to (meekly) approach him one day in the hall. "what type of pen do you use for writing? It's so nice!"

I'd assume at this point most staff would be aware of my love for art, if the doodles I mindlessly draw on the sheets are anything to go by.

If you’re wondering, I used this irl luxury fountain pen as reference for the pricing on Crewel’s. It costs 1,255 USD (/thaumarks), which translates into roughly 125,500 yen (/madol).

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

“You know fine craftsmanship when you see it.” Crewel folded his arms. “However, I’m afraid that particular writing implement is beyond your budget. Providing the name will do you no good.”

“It can’t be that bad,” you protested with a pout. “It’s okay! I’ve buckled down and dined on cup ramen for weeks and weeks before just to save up enough cash for stationary items!”

Crewel’s brows pinched, then loosened, pulling back to their original positions. He tangentially knew of your endeavors, the fruits of your labor tracked in ink and graphite doodles on every homework assignment and exam you turned in.

Those nuggets of gold, diamonds in the rough. The highlights of his busy work days.

He cracked a small smile and indulged your request.

“Very well, let’s see… This item comes from a specialty shop in Fairest City. For another fountain pen of this make and brand, that would set you back about 125,500 madol.”

Your jaw dropped, your eyes threatening to pop out of your skull. “D-Did I hear you correctly?! 125,500 madol?!”

“Yes,” Crewel replied nonchalantly. “I warned you it may be impractical to purchase on a student’s meager allowance.”

Your heart sank, face falling with it. “Urk! I didn’t expect the price to be that steep…”

There’s no way I can afford that on the monthly money the headmaster gives me! If I budget well and save for a whole year, that only runs me about…

Your fingers twitched as you attempted the mental math. Noticing it, Crewel chuckled.

“You’ve plenty of time to enjoy your school days. Someday, you’ll be that fine adult who can afford all the luxury pens they desire,” he advised with a brief pat on your shoulder, “so do not rush to grow up.

“If you inquire at the Mystery Shop, I’m sure Sam can recommend a number of affordable yet high-quality brands. He is sure to have something comparable to the fountain pen I use.”

[kimbapisnotsushi]

Natsuki is acting weird.

Well—weirder. He’s plenty weird in the first place, in Mafuyu’s opinion. And, as Natsuki’s younger brother, his opinion matters the most! Usually Natsuki is holed up at the university lab tinkering on his projects, working his part-time job at the antique store, or passed out in bed because of all the weird hours he keeps. He never hangs out with any friends and he never steps outside unless Mafuyu drags him somewhere, and his chronic RBF, more often than not, lands him in trouble with people who think he’s giving them attitude.

(Which, to be fair, Natsuki usually is. He had taught Mafuyu how to antagonize people before teaching him how to read and write.)

But now. Now! He smiles! At his phone! Not one of his smug know-it-all smirks that pisses Mafuyu off—no, these are real, actual, genuine smiles! Yeah, they’re small, because Natsuki isn’t much of a smiler in the first place, but they're still smiles! Mafuyu didn’t even know Natsuki could smile like that until he actually saw it. 

The other weird-er thing is that Natsuki has been venturing outside the house more these days. Usually Mafuyu would be happy that his brother is expanding his social life, but he never tells Mafuyu where he’s going, and he hasn’t told Mafuyu about anyone new, either! He leaves looking soft and dopey and comes back looking soft and dopey. Natsuki isn’t soft. He once tasered a guy for trying to proposition Mafuyu. Just what could have happened to make him act so bizarre?

It’s a whole new side to his brother that Mafuyu isn’t familiar with. It’s a whole new side that Natsuki solely reserves for this outsider in their lives, and Mafuyu doesn’t even know who it is. 

(No, Nao, Mafuyu isn’t jealous and he doesn’t have a stupid brother complex, shut up.)

Mafuyu has to get to the bottom of this. If something is wrong, his stupid self-sacrificing big brother wouldn’t tell him until it’s too late! 

“I don’t know, Mafuyu,” Nao muses. Her side of the table is messier than Mafuyu’s, who color-codes all his notes and has one of those giant tabbed binders that neatly houses all his assignments. Nao’s textbooks are stacked precariously at the edge of the table—pushed out of the way to make room for the food she ordered—and her homework is spread across the surface in stray sheets of paper. Later, when they leave, she’s just going to sweep everything into her bag without a care in the world. 

Nao takes a sip from her persimmon smoothie and continues, “Your brother probably has plenty of stuff he never tells you about. Are you sure you’re not just imagining things?”

“I’m not!” Mafuyu slaps a hand against his math textbook. “He’s texting all the time. He doesn’t have enough people he likes to text like that. And he smiles! The last time I saw him smile—and I mean actually smile—was when our parents got arrested!”

“Hmmm,” says Nao. “Has anyone ever told you guys that you need therapy?”

-- an excerpt from a natsushin coffee shop au, in which shin is works at the sakamotos' café, natsuki is pining but refuses to show it, and mafuyu is a worried little brother (ft. best friend nao and mildly crushing on amane)

[fayelero]

— SWEATER WEATHER ! kotarou bokutou

syn : a 1st year tutoring a 3rd year ? unexpected

wc : 2.8k

tw : none ! one shot, pure fluff

"Hah?! You're going to be tutoring me?!" Bokuto exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked down at you, the petite first-year student who had just entered the gymnasium.

You stood your ground, unfazed by the tall volleyball player's outburst. Your long dark hair was neatly tied back, and your sharp eyes met Bokuto's gaze steadily. You had been instructed by the school to tutor this particular third-year student due to your exceptional academic performance.

Bokuto ran a hand through his spiky, two-toned hair, his face contorting in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment. "You're a first-year! The school is making a *junior* tutor me!" he repeated, as if saying it again would somehow change the situation.

You sighed, already feeling the headache that was sure to come. "Yes, Bokuto-san. I'm aware of the... unusual circumstances. But I assure you, I'm more than capable of helping you improve your grades."

"Akaashi...!" Bokuto whined, turning to his friend and teammate who had been quietly observing the exchange. "Can you believe this?"

Akaashi, ever the voice of reason, stepped forward. "Bokuto-san, perhaps we should give them a chance. The school wouldn't have assigned them if they didn't believe they could help."

You nodded gratefully at Akaashi before addressing Bokuto again. "Look, I know this isn't ideal for either of us. But let's at least try to make it work. What subject are you struggling with the most?"

Bokuto's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Math," he mumbled, looking like a dejected puppy.

"Alright then," you said, your tone softening slightly. "Why don't we start with that? I have some techniques that might help make it easier to understand."

Bokuto perked up a bit at your words. "Really? You think you can help me actually understand all those numbers and formulas?"

You allowed yourself a small smile. "I'll certainly try my best, Bokuto-san. But you'll have to put in the effort too. No slacking off just because I'm younger, okay?"

"Hey hey hey! I never slack off!" Bokuto proclaimed, puffing out his chest. "I'll show you how hard I can work!"

Akaashi couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's sudden enthusiasm. "Well, it seems like you two might get along after all. Good luck. You're going to need it.”

–

The evening before Bokuto's math exam, you found yourself in the school library with the anxious third-year. Textbooks and notes were spread across the table, but Bokuto's usual energy had been replaced by a nervous fidgeting.

"Bokuto-san, let's go over these formulas one more time," you said gently, pushing a practice sheet towards him.

Bokuto stared at the paper, his golden eyes wide with panic. "I can't... I can't remember any of it! It's all just a jumble in my head!"

You watched as he ran his hands through his hair, messing up the carefully gelled spikes. His leg bounced rapidly under the table, and he kept glancing at the clock as if it was taunting him.

"Hey, it's okay," you said, trying to catch his eye. "We've been working hard for weeks. You know this material."

But Bokuto shook his head, his shoulders slumping. "What if I forget everything? What if I fail and let the team down? I can't..."

Seeing the usually boisterous spiker so dejected made your heart ache. Without thinking, you reached out and gently placed your hand on top of his. The contact seemed to startle him out of his spiral, and he finally looked at you.

"Bokuto-san," you said softly, meeting his gaze. "You'll pass the exam. I'm sure of it."

For a moment, neither of you moved. You became acutely aware of the warmth of his hand under yours, of how close you were sitting. Bokuto's eyes widened slightly, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks.

"You... you really think so?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

You nodded, giving his hand a small squeeze. "I know so. But right now, you need to relax. A stressed mind can't recall information properly."

Bokuto took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Okay... okay. What should I do?"

"Close your eyes," you instructed. "We're going to do a quick relaxation exercise."

As you guided him through some deep breathing, you couldn't help but notice how the fading sunlight caught in his silver-streaked hair, how his features softened as he relaxed. When he opened his eyes again, the panic was gone, replaced by something warmer, more tender.

"Thanks," Bokuto said softly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You felt your own cheeks warming at his words and the way he was looking at you. "That's what I'm here for," you managed to say. "Now, shall we try those practice problems again?"

Bokuto nodded, a new determination in his eyes. As you bent your heads together over the textbook, neither of you mentioned the lingering touch of your hands or the newfound tension in the air. But as you worked, you couldn't help but notice the soft glances Bokuto kept stealing when he thought you weren't looking.

As you began to set up your study materials, you couldn't help but wonder what you had gotten yourself into.

–

The next day, as your final class ended, you couldn't shake the thoughts of Bokuto from your mind. How did his exam go? Did he remember everything you'd practiced? The questions swirled in your head as you made your way through the crowded hallways, heading for the exit.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the chatter of students. "Y/N! Y/NNN!!"

You spun around, your heart leaping at the sound. There, at the other end of the hallway, was Bokuto. His face was split by a wide, beaming grin, and his eyes were shining with excitement. Before you could even react, he was sprinting towards you, weaving between startled students.

In an instant, he was there, right in front of you. Without warning, Bokuto grabbed both of your hands, squeezing them tightly in his own. The gesture was intimate, reminiscent of the way couples often held hands. Your eyes widened in surprise, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks.

"I did it!" Bokuto exclaimed, his voice echoing through the now-hushed hallway. "I passed my exam! I can go to the volleyball championships now because of you!"

His joy was infectious, and despite your embarrassment, you couldn't help but smile back at him. "That's wonderful, Bokuto-san! I'm so proud of you!"

It was only then that you became aware of the sea of eyes fixed on you both. The hallway had gone eerily quiet, save for the whispers that now rippled through the crowd.

"Are they dating?"

"When did this happen?"

"I didn't know they were together!"

The murmurs grew louder, and your blush deepened. You were acutely aware of Bokuto's hands still holding yours, of how close he was standing, of the affectionate look in his eyes that seemed oblivious to the stares around you.

"Bokuto-san," you whispered, trying to gently extract your hands. "Everyone's watching..."

But Bokuto, in his excitement, seemed completely unaware of the commotion he'd caused. He just grinned wider, giving your hands another squeeze.

"Let them watch!" he declared proudly. "I want everyone to know how amazing you are, Y/N! I couldn't have done this without you!"

Your heart raced at his words, a mix of embarrassment and something warmer, something that made you want to hold onto his hands despite the audience. As Bokuto continued to beam at you, oblivious to the gossip erupting around you.

Still buzzing with excitement, Bokuto's eyes lit up with a new idea. "Y/N! You should come to the championships! Will you? Please?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the invitation. "I... yes, I'd love to," you replied, unable to resist his enthusiasm.

"Great!" Bokuto beamed, somehow managing to squeeze your hand even tighter. "It's a date then!"

Your eyes widened at his choice of words. "A... date?" you repeated softly, feeling the blush deepen on your cheeks.

"Yeah!" Bokuto said, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the word. He kept saying your name, each time sending a flutter through your chest. "Y/N, you'll see how amazing our team is! Y/N, I can't wait for you to be there!"

As he spoke, you became increasingly aware of his intense gaze. His golden eyes were fixed on you, filled with warmth and something else you couldn't quite name. You found yourself unable to look away, caught in the moment.

Suddenly, Bokuto's gaze drifted lower, settling on your lips. The air between you seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension. Your heart raced, and in a moment of panic, you quickly snatched your hand away from his, breaking the spell.

"I... I should go," you stammered, reaching for your bag and averting your eyes. The intensity of the moment, combined with the lingering stares of your fellow students, was overwhelming.

Confusion clouded Bokuto's features, replacing his earlier joy. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You paused, your hand on the strap of your bag. "No, no, you didn't," you assured him quickly, though you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. "I just... I need to get home. But I'll be there for your championship, I promise."

Bokuto's expression softened slightly, though concern still lingered in his eyes. "Okay, if you're sure. I'll text you the details later?"

You nodded, managing a small smile. "That sounds good. Congratulations again on passing your exam, Bokuto-san."

As you turned to leave, you could feel Bokuto's gaze following you. 

Walking away, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. 

–

The day of the championships arrived, and you found yourself spending more time than usual getting ready. You chose your outfit carefully, wanting to look nice for Bokuto without seeming like you were trying too hard. After a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, barely making it to the bus stop in time.

The ride to the stadium felt interminable, your stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the bus finally pulled up to your stop, you took a deep breath to steady yourself before stepping off.

The stadium loomed before you, its size impressive even from a distance. But your eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar figure standing outside, his white jacket standing out against the crowd of arriving spectators.

Bokuto was waiting for you, just as he'd promised. Even from afar, you could see the nervous energy radiating off him as he bounced slightly on his feet, scanning the crowd. The moment his eyes landed on you, his whole face lit up with that trademark beaming smile.

"Y/N!" he called out, waving enthusiastically. "You made it!"

As you approached, you couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his team jacket, his hair styled in its usual spiky fashion. He seemed to be drinking in the sight of you as well, his eyes widening slightly as you got closer.

"Wow," he breathed when you reached him. "You look... really pretty."

You felt your cheeks warm at the compliment. "Thank you, Bokuto-san. You look great too. Are you ready for the big game?"

Bokuto nodded, his excitement palpable. "Yeah! But I'm glad we get this time together first. I wanted to talk to you about something..."

He trailed off, suddenly looking uncharacteristically nervous. You realized that this was it - the moment you'd both been building towards since that day in the hallway. Your heart began to race as Bokuto took a deep breath, clearly preparing himself to say something important.

The bustling crowd around you seemed to fade away as you stood there, just the two of you, on the precipice of something new and potentially wonderful. You waited, hardly daring to breathe, for Bokuto to continue.

–

Just as Bokuto seemed ready to speak, a familiar voice cut through the moment. "Bokuto-san! We need to start warming up!" Akaashi called from the stadium entrance, his expression a mix of apology and urgency.

Bokuto's face fell for a split second before he plastered on a smile. "Ah, I've got to go," he said, the disappointment clear in his voice. "But wait, before I forget—" He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small envelope. "Tell the person at the entrance your name. I reserved you the best seat."

He pressed the envelope into your hand, his fingers lingering for a moment. "I'll find you after the game, okay? There's something I really want to tell you."

With one last brilliant smile, Bokuto turned and jogged towards Akaashi, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and curiosity burning.

Following Bokuto's instructions, you made your way to the entrance and gave your name. The usher's eyes widened slightly. "Oh yes, right this way please."

You were led to a seat that was indeed the best in the house – front row, center court. As you settled in, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. What had Bokuto wanted to tell you?

The crowd's murmur grew to a roar as the teams began to file onto the court. Your eyes immediately found Bokuto, his powerful presence impossible to miss. He scanned the crowd as he walked, and when his gaze landed on you, his face broke into a wide grin. He gave you a small wave, which you returned, feeling your cheeks warm.

As the players took their positions, you could see the intense focus settle over Bokuto's features. This was his element, where all his energy and passion came together. Even from your seat, you could feel the electricity in the air.

The referee's whistle blew, signaling the start of the match. As Bokuto leapt for the first serve, you found yourself holding your breath, completely captivated. Whatever Bokuto had wanted to tell you would have to wait. 

–

As the game progressed, Bokuto's team took a commanding lead. Their teamwork was impeccable, with Bokuto's powerful spikes breaking through the opponent's defenses time and time again. 

During a timeout called by the other team, something unexpected happened. Bokuto suddenly broke away from his team's huddle and sprinted towards your seat. You stood up, surprised by his approach, finding yourself slightly elevated above him due to the stadium seating.

Leaning forward, you smiled warmly. "You're doing great," you said, your voice filled with genuine admiration.

But Bokuto didn't respond. His golden eyes were intensely focused, flickering between your eyes and your lips. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension.

"Bokuto?" you questioned, suddenly aware of how close he was.

Without warning, Bokuto reached up, gently cupping your face in his hands. In one swift motion, he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was brief but fervent, conveying all the emotions he hadn't been able to put into words earlier.

Just as suddenly as it began, it was over. The referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of the timeout. Bokuto pulled away, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness in his eyes. Without another word, he turned and sprinted back to the court, leaving you stunned and breathless.

As the game resumed, you sank back into your seat, your heart racing and your lips tingling. Bokuto threw himself back into the match with renewed vigor, but you caught him stealing glances at you between plays, a small smile playing on his lips.

–

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Bokuto's team had emerged victorious, and the stadium erupted in cheers. You jumped to your feet, applauding enthusiastically, your eyes fixed on Bokuto as he celebrated with his teammates.

The award ceremony followed, with the team receiving their well-deserved trophies. Throughout it all, Bokuto kept stealing glances at you, his smile somehow growing even brighter each time your eyes met.

As the ceremony concluded, you remembered Bokuto's earlier promise to find you after the game. Your heart racing, you made your way outside the stadium to wait for him.

It wasn't long before you heard his familiar voice calling your name. You turned to see Bokuto jogging towards you, still in his volleyball uniform, his face flushed with excitement and exertion.

Without thinking, you ran to meet him. As you reached him, you leapt into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. Bokuto caught you easily, his strong arms supporting you as you pressed your lips against his in a joyful, celebratory kiss.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and grinning. "Good job!" you exclaimed. "You earned a trophy..."

Before you could finish, Bokuto's eyes twinkled mischievously as he completed your sentence: "And a girlfriend."

You felt your cheeks flush, but you couldn't stop smiling. "Is that what you wanted to tell me earlier?" you asked softly.

Bokuto nodded, still holding you close. "Yeah. I've been wanting to ask you for a while now. So... what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

Your heart soared at his words. In response, you leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time. When you pulled back, you whispered, "Yes, Bokuto. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Bokuto's face lit up with pure joy. He spun you around, laughing, before setting you back on your feet. 

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