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Six Times You and Bakugou Were Forced Together — and the One Time He Chose To Be. #katsuki bakugou x fem!reader ⤷ After six chaotic summers of ruining each other’s vacations, you thought you were finally free. But the joke’s on you—because now you’re classmates. Same school. Same dorms. Same explosive rivalry. Turns out, the universe didn’t get tired of the drama. It just leveled it up. (7.7k)

Warning: I KNOW THAT BAKUGOU’S KIDNAPPING IS THE REASON WHY UA IMPLEMENT DORMS FOR THEIR STUDENTS BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FANFIC AND MY SANITY WE AREN’T FOLLOWING THAT TIMELINE. FHAJFHSKFJKAFJS TRUST ME OKE FJAJFJAJD THIS IS A PART 2, you can read this as a standalone but some parts need context ajksndajndasa miscommunication at its finest? pls dont hate me ;-; Bakugou being a stubborn bitc-

1st - Being seated right next to each other

Mother always said she and Father were soulmates. The red string theory—proof of destiny. They met when they were young, but one had to move away. Gran and Pops believed America was better for their family.

Mother and Father were devastated. But despite the miles and differences—culture, time zones, even oceans—they found their way back to each other.

So, if someone asked you if you believed in soulmates? You’d say yes.

But a soulmate for love? Hah. Absolutely not. Soulmate of hate? Yes. And his name is Bakugou Katsuki.

Well… last year, something changed. You actually wanted to see him again. You wanted to race him to the pool, ride the waterslide until you both threw up, fight over snacks, and maybe—just maybe—see if that tension between you meant anything more than glares and name-calling.

But then there was the emergency. Your quirk flared, something went wrong, and you landed in the hospital. Three weeks confined. The doctors ordered full rest and observation.

Mother and father are worried, they ordered no flying, no training, and definitely no UA.

You had to summon every ounce of strength—and stubbornness—to convince your parents to let you go to Japan. You fought. There was yelling. Crying. Accusations. But in the end, you won. Barely.

Still, through all of it, you kept thinking about him. Bakugou.

Did he wait for you at the pool? Did he wonder why you never showed up?

If only your pride wasn’t as tall as Mount Fuji. If only you had taken the number his mom offered you. You could’ve sent one text. Just one.

But you didn’t.

Now here you are. Standing in front of Class 1-A. “…You can sit next to Bakugou Katsuki, since you already know each other,” Mr. Aizawa said, his eyes barely flicking toward you.

And just like that, twenty pairs of eyes pinned you as you walked toward the blond boy sitting near the window, arms crossed.

He didn’t say a word. Just watched as you pulled out your chair and sat beside him.

Mr. Aizawa immediately launched into the course expectations. But you couldn’t focus—not when the person you wanted to talk to was a solid wall of silence right next to you.

When the bell rang, the quiet filled room suddenly burst into conversation, getting to know each other and such.

“OMG, how’s life in America?” a bright voice asked. You turned to see a pink-skinned girl grinning at you like you were already best friends. Two girls silently followed her from behind.

You smiled politely. “Hot. Crowded. But okay, for the most part.”

“Sorry—I didn’t catch your names earlier,” you added, stifling a yawn. “I’m sorry if I arrive late. I just landed last night. Jet lag’s killing me.”

“You should rest first before throwing yourself into hero school,” said the calmer girl with black hair. “I’m Momo. That’s Mina, and Jirou.” She pointed between them.

You gave them a grateful smile. “Nice to meet you all.” But something shifted behind you. You could feel it. From the corner of your eye, you saw him—Bakugou—heading toward the door.

Your heart leapt before your pride could stop it. “Bakugou, wait!”

You followed him out into the hall. “Bakugou, you damn well know I’ll follow you even to hell,” you snapped, panting slightly, steps quickening until you caught up and blocked his path.

He halted. Hands in his pockets, hair messy as always, eyes unreadable.

“I’m sorry,” you said, breathless. “I’m sorry I made you wait. I didn’t mean to just disappear on you. There was something that happened—”

“I don’t care,” he cut in flatly.

Your words caught in your throat. Something cracked in you.

“…What?” you asked, voice trembling.

“I said I don’t care,” he repeated. “Now get the hell out of my face.”

It shattered something else. What the hell were those moments between you, then? Him comforting you when you panicked after getting lost in the woods? His quiet, genuine smile when he finally went down that stupid tall slide and you are there, waiting at the bottom?

You thought they meant something. But this was Bakugou. Of course they didn’t.

He stepped around you like you were nothing.

“Asshole!” you shouted, eyes burning.

“I know,” he muttered without turning back.

Yeah. Soulmate of hate. And that soulmate of hate just became your seatmate.

2nd - dorms are right next to each other

"Mom, I told you, I’m fine. I can unpack by myself. You don’t need to come all the way here just to help me organize my socks," you huffed, balancing your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you pushed open your dorm room door.

Your mother’s voice crackled on the other end, dramatic as ever. "I know, dear, but your father and I were thinking maybe we could help carry a few boxes... maybe set up your shelves, help you pick curtains—"

"Mother," you interrupted firmly, dragging a suitcase in with your free hand. "I’m here to become a pro-hero. If I can’t even move into a dorm on my own, what kind of hero would that make me?"

There was a pause. Then— "Oh my baby is growing up!" she wailed.

You sighed and let your forehead fall against the doorframe. “Okay, I love you, but I’m hanging up now.”

“Take pictures!” she shouted just before you ended the call.

You flopped onto your bed, face buried in the pillow, only to groan when you realized you hadn’t even opened the other suitcase. You sat up and—

SLAM

The door next to yours opened with a signature kind of violence you’d recognize in your sleep.

You froze.

Slowly—very slowly—you turned your head.

Sure enough, there he was.

Bakugou Katsuki.

You groaned into your pillow for the second time that hour. “No. Don’t tell me this is like the resort thing where you thought my room was yours.”

Bakugou, standing in your doorway like the world personally offended him, crossed his arms. “That wasn’t my fault. The receptionist gave me the wrong key,” he snapped, tone clipped. “And second—this is my room.”

You didn’t move. “You’re funny”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

You peeled yourself off the bed, grabbed your phone, and opened the email Mr. Aizawa had sent a few days ago.

“Mr. Aizawa said I’m in Room 401,” you said with confidence, scrolling quickly. “See? Right here. ‘Room 401.’ Boom.”

Still holding your phone, you stepped outside the room, ready to prove him wrong and compare the email to the number hanging next to the door.

But you froze.

There it was—right in front of you, nailed to the wall in bold, silver lettering:

Room 402.

“…Oh.” Your voice came out a little too small.

You turned your head to look at Bakugou, your pride deflating.

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t smirk. Didn’t yell. He just stepped into his room and dropped his stuff unceremoniously onto the bed, like he hadn’t just watched you dig your own grave in real time.

Good thing you hadn’t unpacked yet.

You quietly backed out of the wrong room, dignity dragging behind you as you made your way next door.

You muttered under your breath, “This doesn’t count as me admitting I’m wrong.”

No answer.

You shut your door and stared at the wall that now separated your room from his.

Oh yeah. This was gonna be great. Not only was Bakugou your seatmate—he was also your dorm neighbor.

If this was the universe’s idea of a joke, it was a really cruel one.

…

Bakugou couldn’t sleep.

He tossed and turned, the blanket tangling around his legs like it was trying to suffocate him. He growled under his breath, flung the covers off, and sat up with a frustrated sigh.

This is so damn stupid, he thought, rubbing a hand down his face.

Giving up entirely on the idea of rest, he slipped out of bed and stepped onto the narrow balcony connected to his dorm. The night air was cool against his skin, a quiet contrast to the firestorm in his head.

Above him, the stars spilled across the sky like someone had cracked open the universe.

He stood there, arms resting against the railing, jaw clenched tight. He tried to think of anything else. School. Training. Tomorrow’s lesson. But his mind betrayed him—because it kept circling back to you.

To your face when you saw him again. To the way your voice cracked when you said sorry. To the silence he gave you in return.

He knew he was a dick for ignoring you. He knew it.

But seeing you again, after you didn’t show up when you said you would… it made his heart twist in a way he didn’t know how to deal with.

I need sleep, he muttered to himself.

He was about to turn and go back inside when movement caught the corner of his eye.

He froze.

Just a few feet away—on the balcony next to his—you were there too. Barefoot, arms leaning on your own railing, eyes lifted to the stars like they had secrets you were trying to unravel.

You looked so peaceful. So lost in thought. So… you.

And you hadn’t noticed him yet.

Bakugou stood there quietly, gaze locked on you, and for a moment—just a brief, silent second—he let his guard down.

Damn it, he thought.

Because no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise, there was still something about you that pulled him in like gravity.

Bakugou reentered his dorm room, jaw tight, ready to sleep off the mess of thoughts spinning in his head. But then—he stopped. Something was sitting in the corner of his bed.

That stupid plushie.

Mr. Strawberry.

He stared at it for a moment, lips twitching in annoyance. Of course. Of course it ended up here. He could think of a million ways to get rid of it—toss it out the window, set it on fire, blast it into space. And yet… the first thing that came to mind was you.

How your eyes lit up when you held it. The way you hugged it like it held the entire world.

Bakugou groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Dumbass bear…”

Grumbling under his breath, he picked it up and marched out of his room. The hallway was quiet, moonlight slipping through the windows. He stopped in front of your door, hesitating just a second, before gently setting Mr. Strawberry down.

Not knocking. Not saying a word.

Just leaving it there for you to find.

3rd - somehow paired up for kitchen duty

“So, what’s up with you and Bakugou?” Mina asked casually, plopping down beside you at the dinner table, carrying a glass of water.

You froze, spoon midair. Of course she’d ask. Someone had to.

It’s been a month since you transferred to U.A.

A month since you finally stepped into your dream school you’ve fought so hard for. And a month since you saw Bakugou again. A month of him not saying a single word to you.

Despite sitting beside each other in class. Despite living one wall apart in the dorms. Despite brushing shoulders in the hallway, cafeteria, and training grounds.

It was strange. Uncanny, even.

Because every year during vacation, you’d see him. Like clockwork. You’d fight, race, dare each other to do stupid things by the pool. There was always something. Even last year—even when you didn’t show up—your thoughts still clung to him like chlorine on your skin. And when you saw each other again, in school of all places, you thought maybe… maybe something would’ve stayed. Would’ve meant something.

But now, you two were stuck in the same school for the next three years, and it was quiet. Too quiet.

You didn’t want to admit how bitter it felt. Didn’t want to acknowledge the tight knot in your chest every time he ignored you. Because he didn’t deserve your hurt. He was an asshole. Plain and simple.

You tried to explain yourself back then. You tried to say sorry and he just shut you down.

And the worst part? You still cared.

“Uh…” you finally responded, blinking out of your thoughts. “Nothing. There’s nothing between me and Bakugou.”

Mina raised an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of tension for nothing, girl.”

You forced a smile and took a bite of your porkchop. “Must be the air.”

“Okay, everyone!”

Tenya Iida, ever the earnest and booming class president, stood up from his seat, effectively cutting off your conversation with Mina.

Thank god.

You were grateful for the interruption. You needed any kind of distraction. Preferably one that didn’t involve Mina asking more questions about a certain blonde explosion boy.

“I have consulted Mr. Aizawa,” Iida announced, adjusting his glasses with dramatic flair, “and in the spirit of cooperation, balance, and fairness—we have concluded that there must be a sense of shared responsibility in this dorm!”

There were a few groans from the class.

“Therefore!” he declared. “Every day, there will be two pairs of students responsible for breakfast and dinner. Since we all have lunch provided at school, this will ensure a consistent meal schedule and reinforce teamwork!”

He held up a neatly folded list like it was the Holy Grail.

“I have already assigned these pairs, and I will now read them aloud in the order of rotation.”

Mina leaned toward you and whispered, “Watch me get paired with Sero and burn the kitchen down.”

You smiled a little, just as Iida started rattling off names.

“Kirishima and Kaminari! You two are first.”

“Aw yeah!” Kaminari fist-pumped. “Let’s make curry for breakfast!”

“Tokoyami and Shoji. Second.”

“…Understood,” Tokoyami said, mysteriously.

You zoned out a bit as the list went on, your attention drifting, until—

“Bakugou Katsuki and [Your Name]. You two will be the fourth pair. Thursday.”

You snapped back to reality so fast you almost dropped your spoon.

You turned your head slowly—and of course, he was already looking at you from across the room, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.

Great. Cooking. Together. In a kitchen. For everyone. With knives.

You blinked. Once. Twice.

“Excuse me?” you raised your hand slowly. “How long are we paired up for breakfast and dinner?”

Iida didn’t miss a beat. “Until next term.”

You stared.

“Until… next term?” you repeated, voice rising half a pitch.

Iida smiled, utterly unaware of the quiet panic blooming behind your eyes. “Correct! I believe consistency will help build better cooperation and minimize confusion. That is the goal, after all!”

You sat down in slow motion, hands flat on the table.

From across the room, you could feel the weight of Bakugou’s stare, hot and heavy and already annoyed.

What could possibly go wrong?

(Everything. The answer was everything.)

…

Thursday came. Oh, how the days had flown by—fast, merciless, and leading you straight into doom.

You were enjoying the last shred of peace you’d know before the battle came storming in.

It was 6 a.m. The sky was still yawning. Your soul is already crying. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, hyping yourself up like you were about to face a villain instead of eggs and toast.

You took a deep breath, left your dorm, and stepped into the elevator. When the doors slid open to the communal kitchen floor—you saw him.

Already there. Already prepping. Already ignoring your entire existence.

He had the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up (which you totally didn’t find it hot, totally), a pan already sizzling, and that signature why-are-you-breathing-in-my-space scowl planted firmly on his face.

Of course he didn’t consult you about what to make. Why would he?

It’s not like this was a pair assignment or anything. Or not like communication was key to teamwork. Nope.

You walked in and cleared your throat.

He didn’t even look at you.

“Good morning to you too, Gordon Ramsay,” you muttered.

“What?” he barked, barely glancing your way.

“Nothing. Just admiring how we apparently live in your kitchen now.”

“Tch. Just don’t get in my way.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the fridge. If he wanted to act like he was running a five-star restaurant, fine. You’d start prepping the side dishes. At least someone had to make sure the toast didn’t turn into charcoal.

He didn't thank you. You didn't expect him to.

But as the smell of breakfast filled the dorm and the sun peeked over the horizon—you both moved around each other, wordlessly in sync.

It was annoying. How natural it felt. You hated it. (You didn’t.)

You were setting the table, carefully arranging plates, utensils, and the food you helped finish (even if he barely acknowledged your existence during it). The scent of grilled fish and rice was comforting, and for a moment, you almost forgot you were cooking with Bakugou.

Almost.

You turned around to grab the napkins—

—and walked straight into him.

“Ah—!” you yelped, recoiling as the side of the miso soup pot brushed your arm.

It didn’t spill—thank god—but the heat still licked your skin.

Bakugou barely flinched. His reflexes were too sharp, too quick. He gripped the pot tighter, steadying it before it could tip.

“Dumbass,” he muttered sharply. “Watch where you’re going.”

You hissed through your teeth, shaking your arm. “I did—I didn’t know you were right behind me! You didn’t announce you were carrying—who the hell carries boiling soup around like that?!”

He glared. “People who actually do something instead of pretending to be useful.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

He moved past you, setting the soup down roughly on the table.

“You’re such an ass,” you muttered under your breath—but loud enough.

“I heard that.”

“Good.”

Your arm was still stinging a little, but you didn’t let him see it. He didn’t apologize. Of course he didn’t.

But when everyone started filtering in for breakfast—complimenting the food and surprised it wasn’t a complete disaster—you noticed something odd.

Bakugou didn’t sit down right away. He hovered in the kitchen a bit longer.

Then, when he finally took his seat, he slid something across the table toward you without a word.

A small pack of burn ointment.

You blinked.

He didn’t look at you. He just shoved rice in his mouth like nothing happened.

You stared at the ointment. Then at him. Then back down.

Maybe, just maybe, this day was successful.

4th - you and Bakugou both end up in detention

You’re not a violent person. Really, you aren’t.

You bow to elders. You pour their tea with both hands like your mother taught you. You accept when you’re wrong. You apologize when you make a mistake. You don’t raise your voice. You don’t raise your hand.

...Well. That’s a lie. A small one. With two very specific exceptions.

First, there was the time a certain blonde menace with a god complex and an anger issue decided it was perfectly acceptable to grip your beloved stuffed toy—Mr. Strawberry—by the neck like he was squeezing the life out of it.

You had warned him. You had politely asked, "Give him back". Bakugou didn’t listen. So you launched yourself at him, tackling him like a linebacker.

Second, and more importantly, was the reason you were now in detention.

To be fair—you warned that guy too. The random jerk from Class 1-C or whatever, who thought it was funny to call Mina names. Said she looked like a clown with skin problems. Said she was a “failed science experiment.” Then he turned on you. Called you “transfer trash” and said Bakugou must be so unlucky to be stuck with you all the time.

You gave him three warnings. Then you gave him a fist to the eye and a knee to the groin.

"Again, Mr. Aizawa," you said with your hands folded like a model student, "I only hurt him twice. One in the eye. One in the manhood. That’s all."

Mr. Aizawa didn’t blink. "Then explain to me," he deadpanned, "why he's in Recovery Girl with a broken nose and fractured wrists?"

Your eyes widened, scandalized. "I said I didn’t do that!" you yelled at your teacher.

Okay. Maybe a third exception.

But before you could argue back—really argue back—the door burst open.

And in walked your first exception.

Bakugou Katsuki, looking just as pissed off as you were. Maybe more. Jaw tight, shoulders tense.

He didn’t say a word. Just marched over to the unoccupied chair beside you and dropped into it.

Mr. Aizawa barely lifted an eyebrow. "What did you do this time, Bakugou?"

Before Bakugou could answer, Snipe entered, striding in like he just finished dealing with a forest fire. "Not only did he arrive late for my class, he also kept provoking everyone. Ignored direct orders. Nearly set off an explosion indoors," Snipe rattled off with the tone of someone who's been through this many times before. "That's a third strike. I'm formally requesting detention."

Bakugou scoffed, arms crossed. "They were talking shit first."

"And you decided to answer with grenades," Snipe shot back, dry.

Mr. Aizawa sighed the sigh of a man who regretted all his life choices. "Great," he muttered. "Just what I needed." Then he looked at both of you. "You two. Same time. Same place. One week of detention."

You blinked. "Together?!"

Bakugou snapped his head toward you. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You glared. "Serving justice with a side of righteous fury."

"Sounds like assault," he muttered.

"Sounds like shut up," you snapped back.

Mr. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose. "If either of you speaks again, I’m extending it to two weeks."

Silence.

You leaned back in your chair, arms folded. Bakugou mirrored you—same posture, same scowl.

Yeah. This was gonna be fun.

…

“Mr. Aizawa, what are we even doing here?” you groaned, dragging your feet behind him like a ghost with sore legs. “I literally can’t feel my arms from training. Pretty sure my spleen filed a complaint.”

Aizawa didn’t look back. “Because,” he said flatly, “you two are going to clean up the mess you made earlier.”

You blinked. “What mess—” Oh. Right. You and Bakugou managed to destroy four punching dummies and one reinforced wall panel during your totally accidental sparring match-turned-world-war.

(Okay. Maybe you threw the first kick. Maybe Bakugou exploded it.)

You glanced at Bakugou, who had the audacity to look proud.

“I need this entire training room spotless by tonight,” Aizawa said, stopping at the entrance of Gym Gamma. He turned to you both, his voice level but threatening. “Floors scrubbed, gear cleaned, the storage shelves reorganized. And no fighting. If I hear so much as a grunt, it’s another week.”

Then he walked off like the drama king he was.

You turned to Bakugou. He turned to you.

And at the same time, you both muttered, “This is your fault.”

Some time later, you were off in your own little corner of hell, surrounded by dust and mess. Boxes were scattered all over the training room, and for some reason, it had become your job to stack and organize them—because Bakugou was somewhere else, doing god knows what, probably blowing something up.

You huffed and wiped your forehead. Your arms were jelly, your legs were shaking, but your pride? Still intact. So you grabbed another box. Heavy as hell. Probably filled with gym weights or metal, because of course, your luck sucks.

You staggered forward, muscles screaming, vision blurring slightly from exhaustion.

Almost there.

Almost—And then your arms gave out.

Crash.

The box came down hard—slamming against your shoulder, the edge smacking into your cheekbone on the way down. You hit the floor with a thud, breath knocked from your lungs.

“Shit,” you hissed, clutching your face as your eyes watered. You weren’t sure what hurt more—your pride or the throbbing burn spreading across your cheek.

Footsteps thundered behind you. “Oi—what the hell was that?” Bakugou’s voice rang out, sharp and angry. But when he turned the corner and saw you crumpled on the ground, his expression shifted for a split second—just long enough for concern to flash in his eyes before the scowl came back twice as strong.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, crouching beside you. “You could’ve brained yourself, dumbass.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, trying to sit up.

“Yeah, sure. Tell that to your face.” He reached out before you could argue and tilted your chin slightly, inspecting the red, already-swelling mark on your cheek. His hand was rough but careful, thumb grazing your skin like it might crack if he pressed too hard.

You blinked at him, stunned. Was he... worried?

He stood, brushing the dust off his pants, and stomped away.

You expected him not to come back.

It made sense, didn’t it? After all, you were the one who never showed up that day. You were the one who made him wait. If he left you here now, it would’ve been fair. Predictable, even.

So when the familiar sound of his boots returned just seconds later, your head snapped up in surprise.

He dropped to one knee beside you again, avoiding eye contact as he shoved a cold pack into your hands.

“Next time, don’t be stupid,” he muttered.

You stared at him. The cold pack in your hand. The way he wouldn’t look at you.

“…You came back.”

His jaw tightened. His eyes flicked toward you for a second—just a second—then looked away like he’d been burned.

“Shut up,” he said.

But he didn’t leave. He just sat there, beside you, legs stretched out on the floor, arms crossed.

The air between you was fragile. Like something about to break. All the bitterness, all the tension — it hung between you like a string pulled taut.

You wanted to speak up. To explain. To finally say why you didn’t show up at the resort that day.

“I didn’t—” you started, your voice soft. “That day, I—”

But before the words could fully leave your lips—

“I thought I was going to see you two for another week,” came Mr. Aizawa’s dry voice as he appeared behind you, arms crossed. You and Bakugou jolted slightly at his sudden arrival.

“Looks like I was wrong,” Aizawa continued, raising a brow. “One busted cheek, zero broken furniture. That’s progress. Go see Recovery Girl.”

He turned, already walking away. “Detention’s over. Try not to destroy anything or someone else.”

You looked down at the cold pack still pressed to your face, then over at Bakugou.

He was already looking at you. And this time, he didn’t look away.

5th - you and Bakugou were to compete against each other during the sports festival

"Now that’s an explosion if I’ve ever seen one!" Present Mic’s voice echoed through the roaring stadium. The crowd was electric—but none of it mattered to you. Not right now.

You needed an entrance. And fast.

It was the U.A. Sports Festival. The entire school had been preparing for this moment, training endlessly. But if you were being honest with yourself, you were more prepared than most.

Because for you, this wasn’t just about school spirit. This was a declaration.

A chance to prove—to the world, but especially to your parents—that you deserved to be a pro-hero.

That you were enough.

You could still hear their words, sharp and unyielding, echoing in the back of your mind. “You’re not cut out for this.” “You’ll just get hurt.” “You’re not like the others.”

You clenched your fists, forcing those memories down, locking them away. Not today.

Another explosion cracked across the field. The stadium shook. Your heart did too.

Of course, it had to be him.

Out of everyone you could face in the finals… it had to be Bakugou Katsuki.

You’d scraped past Todoroki in the semis—a narrow victory, but a victory nonetheless. You earned your place here.

But now you stood across from Bakugou, the embodiment of raw power and intensity. And he looked like he was ready to burn down the sky. He was charging toward you like a storm, feet pounding against the arena floor, eyes locked on you with that explosive determination only Bakugou could wear.

You were near the edge of the line, counting silently—one, two—calculating every breath, every beat. If you timed this just right… And you did. Just before he could strike, you twisted your body out of reach with perfect precision, grabbed his arm mid-motion, and used his own momentum against him.

You shoved him toward the edge, and for the first time, he hesitated. You saw it in his eyes—the sharp realization that he was cornered. You raised your arm, ready for the final blow that would win you the match.

But then it hit—that memory so vivid it stole the air from your lungs. You were at the dinner table, the scent of your mother’s cooking curling in the air, laughter echoing, your dad teasing you over a too-full bowl of rice.

It was warm, familiar—too familiar. Then, suddenly, the laughter faded. The food soured in your mouth. Your skin began to burn, your body overwhelmed from the inside out. Your quirk spiraled out of control. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream.

And in the present, right there in the arena, you felt that same terrifying flare building in your chest. Panic clawed at your throat—this was bad. One blow and you could hurt him—really hurt him. And the thought of that—of hurting him—made something inside you shatter.

So you did the only thing you could. You turned and ran. You ran from the edge, from the crowd, from your victory. You ran from Bakugou—because you couldn’t lose control. Not with him standing that close.

…

Bakugou was pissed—no, furious. What the hell was that? One second you had him cornered, about to land the finishing blow, and the next… you ran. Straight out of the arena. It didn’t even feel like a win—more like a slap in the face.

The moment the match ended and they declared him the victor by default, his blood started to boil. He didn’t want a win like that. He wanted a real fight, a real answer. So he stormed down the hallway, heading straight for the changing area where he knew you’d be.

His footsteps echoed sharply off the walls, matching the rhythm of his heartbeat, erratic with frustration. But just as he rounded the corner, he heard it—someone from another class, laughing too loud, too smug.

“She ran because she was a pussy,” the idiot sneered. That was the final straw.

“You!” Bakugou barked, voice slicing through the air like a grenade going off. The kid froze. “She made it to the finals, and you couldn’t even get past the first challenge. So shut the fuck up.” He didn’t even wait for a response.

The student stood frozen, confused and stunned, as Bakugou shoved past, storming toward the changing room with every intention of getting answers—from you.

He kicked open the door with a force that made the whole room shake, and there you were—sitting silently, staring straight ahead like you were trying to disappear. When you finally turned to look at him, the weight of everything hit him all at once. His voice cracked with frustration and pain as he blurted out, “What the fuck was that?!”

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling but steady as you said, “I’m sorry.”

But that only ignited something fiercer inside him. His eyes burned with anger and confusion, and before he could think twice, he snapped, “Do you think you’re better than me? That you can just run away like that? Or are you that desperate, huh?!”

The moment the words left his mouth, his chest tightened with regret. He hadn’t meant to say it like that—he didn’t want to hurt you. But the damage was done.

A suffocating silence filled the room, thick and heavy like a storm about to break.

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with tears you were trying so hard to hold back. Your voice, once soft, now held a sharp edge as you fired back, “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Bakugou. So maybe you should shut the fuck up before you embarrass yourself.”

Then, almost breaking, you whispered, “What did I do to you?”

Your question hung in the air, raw and aching—an echo of all the pain neither of you wanted to face. But you didn’t wait for an answer. You turned away, each step heavy with heartbreak, leaving him standing alone in the room, the silence swallowing him whole.

And in that moment, Bakugou knew—he had fucked up, and this time, it felt like he might have lost you for good.

6th - getting kidnapped together

This was hell. Scratch that—this was worse than hell. If Bakugou had known the “training camp” involved team-building games, getting partnered up with other extras, and fake survival scenarios in the middle of nowhere, he would’ve exploded his way out before they even packed.

Bakugou gritted his teeth, arms crossed as he stood in the clearing surrounded by trees and idiots. Mina was bouncing around with a box of paper slips like it was a party game. “Partner draw time!” she called out, way too excited for his liking. “Everyone pick a name!”

“Tch.” He didn’t even try to hide his irritation. “This is so damn stupid.”

“Aw, c’mon man, just go with it,” Kirishima said, slapping his back like they were best friends or something.

Bakugou sighed through his nose and grabbed a slip of paper. His eyes scanned the name—and his whole body immediately tensed.

It was yours. After the whole debacle at the sports fest, you two weren’t talking anymore—scratch that, you weren’t talking to him. Which, honestly, he didn’t blame you. It was kind of funny how the tables had turned.

Across the clearing, Bakugou caught sight of you staring down at your own slip of paper. You looked so pissed off. Then your eyes lifted—and locked onto his. Neither of you looked thrilled.

“Wait— you two?!” Mina’s voice cut through the quiet, full of shock. She was well aware of the strange shift between you and Bakugou.

“It’s okay, Bakugou, I can take—”

“It’s fine, Mina. It’s for the sake of this camp,” You interrupted, voice low but firm.

The two of you started walking down the dark, barely lit pathway. The air between you was thick with awkward silence—neither of you said a word.

The mission was simple: work with your randomly assigned partner, use a crappy map to reach your destination, and avoid any “ambushes” set up by the teachers. Easy. Tedious. Pointless.

But then it all went sideways.

The ground shook. There was a loud bang in the distance—too real, too raw. Someone screamed. Smoke poured through the trees.

“Shit,” Bakugou muttered, yanking you behind him as his palms flared with heat. “That’s not a fuckin’ drill.”

It wasn’t. A real villain showed up—one who’d warped in through some kind of black mist. The two of you fought hard, but there was something in the air. A gas. His movements slowed, your limbs heavy, his vision doubled. And then, everything went dark.

...

When Bakugou woke up, everything ached. His head was pounding. His wrists were bound behind his back. The air was damp, heavy with mold and dust.

He was on the cold floor of what looked like a storage basement. Concrete walls, broken light above. Dim. Quiet. Except for the sound of breathing next to him.

You.

You stirred, groaning softly as you sat up, only to realize you were tied too. Your eyes widened when you saw him, and he hated the way your face tensed in fear for just a second before you masked it.

“You okay?” he rasped. You nodded slowly. “Yeah… I think so. Where are we?”

“No idea.” He shifted, testing the ropes. Tight. Bastards knew what they were doing.

You looked around, gaze sharp despite everything. “Did they say anything? Do anything?”

He hesitated. “No.” Then, muffled voices came from outside the door. “You said we only needed the boy,” one of them said. “Why did you bring the girl too?”

Bakugou froze. Every muscle in his body locked. They didn’t even mean to take you. You were an accident. A casualty. And it was his fucking fault. “I’ll handle it,” another voice replied coldly.

Then silence.

Minutes ticked by. You didn’t speak. Neither did he. But he counted. 1,829 seconds. He knew because he needed something—anything—to keep control.

He broke the quiet first.

“I’m sorry for saying those words,” Bakugou said quietly, his voice rougher than usual. “There was too much going on and I took it out on you”

“It’s okay,” you reassured gently. “You didn’t know what was going on.”

Another silence settled between you, heavy and tense.

Then, gathering his courage, he broke it again—this time asking the one question he’d been dying to ask but had been too cowardly to voice, too scared of the answer.

“Why didn’t you show up?” His voice was low, almost cautious.

Bakugou saw you inhale shakily, struggling to hold yourself together. “I was eating with my parents. One last meal in our house before we headed to the airport and went to the resort. Then—out of nowhere—my quirk just spun out of control.”

A tear slid down your cheek. Bakugou wants to reach out and wipe it away.

“It hurt. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t do anything but watch it control me. I—” Your voice cracked. “I hurt my parents. And then I passed out.”

You sniffed, your voice breaking as you continued. “The doctor told me there’s little research about quirks turning on their own users. My parents were scared. They told me I wasn’t going to attend UA anymore. That I wasn’t going to be a pro-hero.”

Another tear slipped free.

“I was so mad. I’ve spent my whole life working my ass off, trying to get strong enough, trying to be good enough for UA. And then just like that… one night. One freak accident. And it was all gone.”

You let out a bitter laugh—short, sharp.

“I had to beg them to let me come. Had to scream, argue, cry. I pulled everything I had left just to get on that damn plane.”

Bakugou said nothing, but he didn’t look away either.

“But I’m also scared… because what if they were right? What if I’m not fit to be a pro-hero? What if my quirk turns on me again? What if I hurt—” You choked on your words, tears spilling freely now, full-blown crying.

He shifted closer, just enough that your shoulders nearly touched. “Is that why you didn’t use your quirk?” he asked quietly. You nodded.

“Hey,” he said, voice low but firm, “ You’re way stronger than before. Hell, you’re stronger than all those extras combined.”

He paused, watching your face carefully, making sure you were listening. “You fought to be here. You survived everything. And that’s why you’ll be a pro-hero.”

Bakugou wanted to wrap his arms around you, to hold you tight—anything to make you feel whole again, to remind you how much you mattered.

“I’m sorry—,” he muttered, but you cut him off. “Bakugou, I said it’s okay,” you smiled gently, trying to ease the tension.

“For making you do detention,” he continued, finally meeting your eyes. You could see the hesitation in his gaze, and your confusion only deepened.

“What are you talking about—?”

“I’m the one who broke that asshole’s— the one who insulted you and that pink-haired girl—his nose and wrist.” He said it quickly, as if ripping off a band-aid. “The reason why you got detention.”

Your mouth dropped open as the realization hit you like a slap. “Oh my god— is that why you were late?!?” You didn’t even realize you’d leaned into him until your shoulder bumped against his, playful but full of disbelief.

“You idiot,” you breathed, stunned, but a laugh bubbled up anyway—uncontrollable and light.

“Why did you do it?” you asked, your voice cracking between a whisper and a giggle. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh too loud.

Bakugou looked away again, needing to— you were too adorable trying to hold back your laughter. His jaw tightened, and his cheek twitched.

“Well,” he muttered, “he was a dick.”

You let out a soft huff of laughter, shaking your head.

“He kept running his mouth even after you kneed his—uh, you know. Then he said something about you. Something really shitty. And I saw red. I punched his face again.” He paused, remembering how furious he’d been when he heard what that bastard said about you, how he couldn’t control himself when he threw that first punch. Then, quieter, he added, “When he tried to swing back, I broke his wrist.”

He could feel you staring at him, your laughter now mixed with something warmer—admiration, maybe. He finally looked back at you, wanting to see your face again.

His chest tightened at the sight of your smile.

“You’re unbelievable,” you whispered, still smiling as you leaned your head back against the cold wall.

He didn’t say anything, just stared a second longer.

“Thanks,” you added softly, almost afraid to say it out loud. “For sticking up for me. And for Mina.”

This time, he didn’t shrug it off. He just muttered, “Tch. No one talks shit about you.” And he damn well made sure of it.

But this moment—this happiness—was brutally short-lived. The door slammed open with a harsh, unforgiving bang that echoed through the cramped room. Two men stood silhouetted in the doorway—one wearing a cold, expressionless mask, the other with no face at all, just a swirling black mist where his head should have been.

Without hesitation, the masked man strode forward and yanked you roughly by the arm, dragging you away from Bakugou. You stumbled, struggling to resist, but his grip only tightened, unforgiving and strong.

Meanwhile, the black-mist figure knelt beside Bakugou and, with an effortless motion, loosened his restraints as if they were nothing.

They didn’t say a word as they led both of you out of the cramped room and into what looked like a rundown bar—dimly lit, thick with dust, and lined with flickering neon signs that barely clung to life. You twisted your wrists desperately, trying to break free, but the masked man’s hold squeezed even tighter. A sharp yelp escaped you.

Bakugou saw red—his blood boiling hotter than ever.

“Hurt her, and I’ll kill you!” Bakugou’s voice exploded through the room, fierce and unwavering, cutting through the tension like a lightning strike.

I need a plan. Fast. I need to get her out of here, Bakugou thought, heart pounding. He had to get you out of danger. He could blast them all—no problem—but that prick was way too fast.

Ding!

“Pizza delivery!”

One Time He Chose To Be

Bakugou stood outside your hospital room, gripping Mr. Strawberry in one hand as he stared at the door like it might bite him. After the heroes rescued both of you from the League of Villains, you had suddenly collapsed in his arms. The doctors said you inhaled the majority of the gas—it wasn’t lethal, but it was enough to knock you out.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and finally pushed the door open.

This was the second time he’d seen you since then. The first was… chaotic. Nurses, his teacher, and a few classmates had practically dragged him out of the room, needing a crater’s worth of force just to pry him away from your side.

Now, the second time.

He had gone all the way back to the dorms just to grab that stupid plushie you wouldn’t sleep without. Had to practically do parkour through campus and dodge paparazzi like a ninja to avoid answering their invasive questions.

And now—there you were. Sitting up in bed, wrapped in blankets, watching cartoons on the hospital TV. You smiled at a joke on screen, soft and unguarded. His heart thudded a little too fast.

Sensing him, you turned, lowering the volume.

“Bakugou! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be resting?” you asked, carefully shifting your body to face him.

He stepped closer and extended the plushie toward you. “I’m here because I know you can’t sleep without him.”

You blinked, touched. “You went all the way back for Mr. Strawberry?”

He shrugged, eyes darting away. “Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

But it was a big deal. And the way your fingers curled around the plushie, the way your eyes softened, told him you knew that too.

“Thank you… for bringing him,” you said softly, hugging Mr. Strawberry close as you looked at him. “You should be the one getting comforted, you know. The League of Villains is after you, and yet here you are… comforting me instead.”

You tried to tease, but both of you knew there was truth in your words.

You shifted to the side, making room. “After all the crap you’ve been through, you’re the one who deserves to be comforted.”

Bakugou got the message, wordlessly sitting beside you. “I know you’re probably sick of me apologizing, but I want to say sorry again—”

He didn’t finish. Because your lips pressed against his, gentle but certain.

When you pulled back, a smile tugged at your lips. “I think that’s the best way to get you to stop apologizing.”

Bakugou stared at you, stunned for a second. You watched the flicker of emotion cross his face, his jaw clenching slightly—not in anger, but in something raw and overwhelmed.

“I think,” you continued softly, “us getting stuck with each other, ending up together every vacation… I think the universe is trying to tell us something.”

Bakugou dipped his head down, resting his forehead gently against yours. His voice was low, almost a grumble, but the softness in it made your heart skip.

“That, don’t be stupid… and just get together already.”

You let out a breathy laugh, teasing, “Together already? Maybe ask me on a date first?”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, the corners of his lips twitching upward.

“Then…” he said, clearing his throat. “Would you go out with me?”

“Bakugou—” you started, but he cut you off, voice lower than usual, almost gentle.

“Call me Katsuki.”

Your lips curled into a slow, genuine grin, the kind that reached your eyes. You didn’t miss a beat.

“Of course, I would go out with you,” you said softly, letting the name roll off your tongue like it belonged there. “Katsuki.”

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p1astr81 · 2 days ago

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Hiii!! 🫶

Can I request for a Lando x rival!reader? Like she's a driver from another team and they hate each other very much— always fighting on and off track, 🖕 every time one surpasses the other, cursing a lot. But, when she's really on a mood, and actually not caring for Lando teases, he gets worried and finally show some cute feelings!

Sorry if you don't like it and you can change anything you like :))

I twisted this a little without actually meaning to. Sorry!!!

You hopped out the car furious. Lando had just crashed the both of you out. “You have to leave space on the outside, Norris! That’s how it fucking works!”

“Maybe you should know when to back off.” He shot back

“And give you a free win? I don’t think so.”

He scoffed a laugh. “Like you would’ve won that anyway.”

“I might have if you knew how to fucking race! What? Did someone’s daddy not teach him how to go wheel to wheel?”

“Yeah, yours.”

The trackside marshalls were dragging you both away now. “Fuck you, Norris,” you flipped him off.

He returns the gesture. “Oh I bet you’d like that,”

“You’re disgusting.” You spat.

He’d impeded you in quali.

You caught him in the media pen. “Seriously, your agenda against me is really getting old.” You kept your voice low, aware of the many microphones around you.

“That’s just racing.” He shrugged.

“No. It’s called playing dirty.” Your press officer grabbed your arm. Her efforts to pull you away were in vain.

“It was an honest mistake. Don’t let it keep you up at night.”

You raised both of your hands, one used as a shield from the cameras. The other was used to flip him off.

He laughed. “Real mature of you.”

“Oh, you’re the last person to be talking about maturity.”

“Y/n, enough.” Your press officer tugged your arm again. You complied this time, leaving Lando with a roll of your eyes.

The next day, after the race—which you’d won—he saw you again. Walking the paddock. He hadn’t thought you saw him standing outside the McLaren hospitality. But you raised your hand, and gifted him yet another bird without even looking at him.

“That’s my seat.” You pointed out.

You were one of the last to arrive to the driver’s dinner. When you did get there, Lando was sitting in your seat.

He raised a brow. “I didn’t see your name on it.”

“I always sit next to Max. He’s my teammate.”

“And he’s my friend.” He tilted his head.

“Ha!” One short burst of a laugh. “I didn’t know you had any of those.” Then you turned to Max, who was watching the interaction with an amused expression. “Is he paying you for this?”

Max laughed.

“I do have friends. But I guess you don’t since you seem to need to sit by Max so badly.”

Damn. He got you there. You bit your cheek and turned on your heel. You ended up sat between Alex and Ollie.

You ate something foul. That was the only explanation for the ache in your stomach.

You were missing much of the FIA ceremony, hunched in a secluded hallway right by the bathrooms. Footsteps clicked along the tile nearing closer to you with every step. You straightened, acting as fine as possible. Still, a hand clutched your stomach.

“Skipping the ceremony? I didn’t think you could have good ideas. Guess I was wrong.”

Oh fuck. Not him. Anyone but him.

You ignored him, eyes to the wall in front of you, measuring your breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

Lando got closer, his brows furrowing. “Y/l/n? You don’t look too hot.”

Your face scrunched in pain at the feeling like someone was stabbing you in the stomach. “Thanks.” You muttered.

“No seriously, are you okay?” He was right in front of you now, obstructing all your vision.

“Just go away.” You groaned.

“I’m definitely not doing that. Not when you look like you’re dying.” His eyes were bulging out of his head. “Should I go get someone? I’m sure they have some sort of medic here.”

You groaned again, a new wave of pain shooting up your spine. You sunk to the floor, Lando dropped to his knees with you. A cold sweat started to collect along your hairline.

“Okay, I’m going to get someone.” He stood.

You caught his hand before he could go anywhere. He froze, eyes darting from your hand in his to your fiery glare. “Don’t.” Was all you said in a shaky exhale. Eyes squeezed shut, your head hit the wall.

“Will you tell me what happened then?” The urgency hasn’t left his voice since he arrived at the scene.

In through your nose. Out through your mouth. “Food poisoning.” Your voice was hardly a whisper.

“This bad?”

Your nod was small, but it delivered your point. “Just please go.”

Despite your eyes being closed, he looked at you like you were crazy. “And leave you here? Alone?”

“I’ll be fine.” You huffed.

“Jesus, I’m not leaving you by yourself. Not when you’re like this.” He stubbornly repeated.

You realized then that your hand was still in his. You quickly dropped it. “Norris please.”

His brain fought between being stubborn and staying, and listening to your wishes and leaving. So he compromised. “I’ll go get Max.” He sighed.

The next morning

breakfast was awkward.

“…so, yeah. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean anything.”

You’d tuned out Lando’s rambling a while ago. He’d been going for ten minutes.

“Okay. Thanks.” You shrugged, taking a small bite of a banana muffin.

Lando looks dumbfounded. “That’s it? I just apologized for a year’s worth of arguments and you say ‘thanks’?”

You just nodded.

“No, ‘I’m sorry, too’?”

You blinked, then, “I’m sorry, too.”

His jaw fell. Unreal. This is unreal.

You put your muffin down slowly, and dust your hands off. “I’m getting over the worst case of food poisoning this world has ever seen. Talk to me when the mere smell of food doesn’t make me gag.”

There’s so much attitude in your words, and instead of Lando getting into another spat with you, he smiles. “I was really hoping that apology wouldn’t change how you talk to me. Good to see it hasn’t.”

You raised a brow. “What? You got a think for it or something.”

It was meant to be teasing. But Lando said nothing, just a shrug of one of his shoulders.

You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Interesting.”

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4nyangnyangz · 2 days ago

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“just one time, right?” 👗

synopsis: after a disastrous date and wearing a revealing dress that you regret wearing soon enough, you storm home to vent to your roommate, Beomgyu. the one person you can always count on to listen, or so you thought. when you catch him very obviously not listening (and very clearly staring), your usual banter with him takes a sharp turn into dangerous territory. one teasing comment leads to another, and suddenly, you're making a deal you never even imagined—with a boy that you swore was strictly off-limits. no strings. it's just one night, it'll be fine, right?

pairings: pervy roommate!beomgyu x fem reader

tags/warnings: smut/nsfw content, minors dni!! friends to ???, consent discussed but with blurred emotional boundaries (not dubious, just emotionally messy lol), slight angst idk, roommates with LOTS of tension, grinding, dry humping, p in v but no actual intercourse!!

wordcount: 3.3k

fic below the cut!!

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You slammed the apartment door a little harder than you meant to, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Shoes kicked off, purse discarded, you didn’t bother with the usual routine. No makeup removal, no changing into pajamas, no mulling over texts. Just headed straight to Beomgyu’s room.

You don’t know if it’s because you’re angry, because you’re sad, or maybe because you’re feeling both at once, but you just don’t bother knocking anymore. You open the door and go straight for his bed, plopping yourself down dramatically, face-first into the pillow, letting out a sigh that sounded like it had been steeped in every bad date you’d ever had.

He doesn’t seem to mind your sudden presence; in fact, he doesn’t even acknowledge it. The click of buttons, the occasional shout from his game friends, and Beomgyu’s lazy laughter surrounded his room.

You stay there quietly, waiting for him to finish his game. This wasn't the first time he was going to hear about your dates that ended up really badly.

You stared at his ceiling. It had a weird crack that looked like a lopsided cat. You didn’t know why you always noticed that. Maybe because this wasn’t the first time you’d ended up in his room after some kind of disaster.

After a few minutes, you hear him say his goodbyes before he takes his headphones off and finally acknowledges your presence.

“Sorry guys, I gotta go,” he said into his mic. “Emergency roommate depression. Yeah, again. Later.”

The click of his headset hitting the desk was immediately followed by the sound of him turning in his chair.

“So? How was the date?”

It’s a simple question, but you already know the answer, and so does he.

“Guess,” you mumble as you lay on your side and rest your head on one of your arms.

“I don’t even have to guess at this point.” he says, and even without looking at him, you can sense that he already knows the answer.

You sigh before sitting up and turning to face him.

“Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore,” you say as you fiddle with your fingers.“It’s always the same thing. I meet a guy, I like him, we agree to go on a date, I get all dressed up, and then…”

“…And then?” he asks as he leans back in his gaming chair.

“….He doesn’t show up. Or he’s just an asshole.” you finish before sighing once again.

“Asshole, huh?” he asks, and you don’t miss the hint of anger in his voice.“What did he do?”

“Oh, you know? The usual. Acted like a complete dick to me the whole night,” you say, and even though you don’t look at him, you could sense him clenching his jaw.

“Y/N, I've probably said this a hundred times by now, but you deserve better.” he says, but before he can continue, you cut him off.

“I know, I know. I just don’t understand why I keep getting these shitty dates,” you say with a sigh as you run a hand through your hair.

“Maybe it’s because you keep agreeing to go on dates with anyone who asks,” he suggests, and you can’t help but glare at him.“You should be more careful about who you go on a date with.”

“Gee, thanks for the tip.” you say sarcastically, and you could only hear him sigh.

You were still in that damn dress—the one your friend swore would make you look “irresistibly hot” even if it showed a little too much for a first date. At the time, you let her talk you into it. Now, after hours of forced small talk and red flags wrapped in cologne, you just felt exposed.

You lay sprawled across Beomgyu’s bed, on your stomach, elbows planted firmly into the mattress, chin resting in your hands as you recounted every painful second of your disaster date.

“And then—then—he told me he doesn’t believe in therapy. Like, what the hell does that even mean?”

You huffed dramatically, too wrapped up in your rant to notice the way Beomgyu's eyes had slowly drifted south. It wasn’t until the room went quiet and you glanced up that you caught him—not zoning out, but straight up staring.

His eyes lingered shamelessly on the way your dress dipped when you leaned forward. You were so caught up in your little rant that you didn’t even notice him staring at your tits until you stopped talking and looked at him.

“Beomgyu,” you call as you sit up and face him once again.“Were you even listening?”

“I was.” he replied a beat too late, voice smooth but unconvincing.

You narrowed your eyes.“I’m pouring my heart out, and you’re just—ogling me?”

“I swear I was listening, I'm sorry.” he says as he stands up and begins walking towards you.“But hey, I could make you feel better, if you’d like.”

You rolled your eyes.“You wish.”

But he kept walking toward you, deliberate and slow, and the way he looked at you like you were something he wanted, like he wasn’t just teasing anymore—sent your heart into overdrive.

“Beomgyu, what are you—” you began, but the words caught in your throat as he stopped right in front of you.

“Come on,” he said, voice low and inviting.“Let me help you forget that shitty excuse of a date.”

You stared at him, mouth parting slightly. For a second, your brain stopped functioning.

This was Beomgyu. Your roommate. Your friend. Your confidant.

And yet, something in the way he was looking at you now made you wonder if you’d been blind this entire time.

“Uh, Beomgyu,” You stepped back with a nervous laugh, your heart doing weird things in your chest.“...What the fuck?”

He just shrugged, casual as ever. “You didn’t say no.”

You gaped at him.“Are you seriously trying to seduce me right now?”

“What do you think?” he said, deadpan. And annoyingly enough, it was working—because even as you glared at him, your thoughts were already spiraling. You had never really let yourself think of him like that before, but now?

Now, it was like someone had turned the lights on.

Tall, confident, annoyingly attractive—and that smirk. God, that smirk could ruin you.

You hesitated, war with yourself clear in your eyes. And then, recklessly, you gave in. As stupid as it sounds, you let him do what he wants.

On one condition, though. He’s not allowed to penetrate you.

“Okay,” you say finally, voice quiet but sure. “But I'm not letting you put your dick inside me. Like, no actual sex, no penetration.”

Beomgyu blinked once, then let out a soft, amused laugh.“So I can do anything else… just not that?”

“Pretty much.” you said, trying not to sound as breathless as you felt.

He tilted his head, giving you a slow, delicious smile.

“Deal.”

And then he leaned in, one hand reaching to cradle your jaw as his lips finally found yours—warm, deliberate, and nothing like you expected.

You close your eyes and kiss him back, letting out a small moan when you feel his tongue push its way inside your mouth. You kiss him back eagerly, matching his movements as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer to him, making you sit up on the edge of the bed, and you do willingly. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.

He runs his hands up and down your sides before stopping at your breasts. He cups them and begins squeezing them gently, and you moan into the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips as he continues to play with your tits over your dress.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks at you as he continues to grope your tits.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against your neck.“I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

You let out a breathy moan as you feel him plant kisses all over your neck.

“Always?” you ask breathlessly, and you feel him nod against your neck.

“I always thought you were attractive,” he says as he pulls away and looks at you.“I just didn't have the balls to tell you, and I regret that.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything before?” you ask, and you feel him smirk against your skin.

“I didn’t think you’d reciprocate,” he whispers before biting your neck, making you moan in pleasure.

“That feels good,” you whisper as you run a hand through his hair.“More, please.”

He obeys immediately and begins sucking on your neck as he continues to play with your breasts over your dress. You let out a moan as you hold onto him tightly.

You feel him push you until you’re lying on his bed once again, and he doesn’t waste any time pulling the straps of your dress down, revealing your bare chest to him.

“Fuck,” he mutters as he stares at your tits hungrily.“Your tits are so nice.”

He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other one. You throw your head back in pleasure as you run a hand through his soft hair.

He continues to lavish attention on your tits, sucking, nibbling, and licking them, and you let out a moan each time his teeth graze over your nipple.

“Beomgyu!” you call out breathlessly as you pull him closer to your chest.

He continues his assault on your tits as he grinds his erection against your leg, and you pull him even closer. You can feel his erection straining against his pants, and it makes you even wetter knowing that he’s hard for you.

“Please,” you moan as you grip his hair tightly.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks as he pulls away from sucking your tits to look at you.

“Please, Beomgyu,” you beg.“Take this off.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you breathe out as you look at him pleadingly.“Please.”

“Okay,” he says before standing up and pulling you with him.

You stand in front of him as he undresses you. You look up at him as he slowly pulls the zipper of your dress down and pushes it down your body, letting it pool at your feet.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathes out as he stares at you, eyes filled with need.“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before pulling you into a kiss once again. You moan against his lips as he wraps his arms around your waist.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer to you as you kiss him eagerly. He runs his hands all over your body before stopping at your ass. He squeezes your ass cheeks, causing you to moan into the kiss.

“Yeah? You like that?” he asks as he smirks against your lips.

“Mhm...” you hum, and he squeezes your ass once again, earning another moan from you.

He chuckles before pulling away completely. You look at him confused as he stands up in front of you, his hard cock straining against his pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you ask when you see him start to unbuckle his belt.

“Trust me,” he says as he pulls his belt out from his pants and throws it on the floor.“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

You nod, hesitant at first but choosing to trust his words, and he proceeds to pull his pants down before pulling his boxers down with them. His hard cock springs free, and your eyes widen at the size of it. You never expected him to be this big.

You look back at him, and he smirks once again as he grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed once more. He takes his cock in one hand and gives it a few pumps as he stares at you before aligning himself at your entrance.

“Can I do this at least?” he asks, and you nod your head almost frantically. The anticipation is driving you crazy.

He positions his hard length on top of the wet spot on your panties that he caused and begins rubbing himself against your clothed core. He groans as he feels your wetness, and you let out a small whimper as you feel him.

“You’re so wet, Y/N,” he groans as he picks up the pace.“Is this all for me?”

“Yes, I need you.” you moan as you spread your legs wider and tilt your hips up to meet him.

The friction feels too good, and you gasp as you tighten your grip on his arms.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, and he smirks at you as he quickens his pace.“Yes, just like that...”

He continues to rub himself against you, and you spread your legs wider to allow him better access.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once again as he continues to grind his cock against you. You moan against his lips and pull him closer as you feel him grind his cock against your clit.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release, and you hold onto him tighter as you grind against him, matching his pace eagerly. He moans against your lips and kisses you deeper as he grinds against you faster.

You feel him groan against your lips as he pushes your panties aside and positions himself at your slit. You feel his cock slip between your folds, and you realize that he’s not wearing a condom.

You pull away from the kiss and look at him with a mixture of want and confusion in your eyes. He smirks above you as his gaze lingers, waiting.

“Wait, Beomgyu—” you gasp as he begins moving against you. The direct contact is driving you crazy, and you’re finding it hard to form a coherent thought.

“Relax, I won't put it in. I promise.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss and suck on your neck. You moan and throw your head back to allow him better access.“Just wanted to feel you better...”

He grinds his hips against you faster, and the feeling of his bare, hard cock rubbing against your throbbing pussy is too much. The friction against your clit is driving you insane, and you don’t think you can last much longer.

“Fuck, Beomgyu—I’m gonna—” you try to warn him, but it comes out as a jumbled mess.“I can’t—”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, as he grinds his hips harder against you. The feeling of him on top of you and the friction he’s causing is driving you closer and closer to the edge. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to an orgasm with just dry humping alone.

“Beomgyu!” you call out to him as you dig your nails into his arms.“Please—I—”

He smirks, locking eyes with you before he leans down to press his lips against yours. He kisses you deeply and passionately as you continue to grind against each other, chasing your releases.

You pull away to breathe, and you throw your head back as you feel yourself reaching your peak. He continues to grind against you, and you buck your hips up to meet him halfway. You grip his arms tighter as you feel your orgasm building up.

You let out a loud cry as you reach your peak, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Beomgyu doesn’t stop grinding against you as he chases his own release. You ride out your orgasm, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You feel him stutter against you as he reaches his own release, his cum spurting out and painting your thighs white. You moan at the feeling and look down to see him covering you with his release. He continues grinding against you, riding out his release until he’s completely spent.

When he’s finished, he pulls away and lets go of your waist, allowing you to lean back on his bed. You both breathe heavily as you try to catch your breaths. You cover your face with your hands as you try to hide your embarrassment. You can’t believe what just happened.

You just dry humped your friend. Your roommate. The person that you tell all your problems to. And yet, you didn't want to admit that you needed more.

“Are you okay?” you hear Beomgyu’s voice, and you look up to see him looking at you with concern. You nod and try to smile.

“I’m fine,” you say and try to laugh it off.

He laughs softly and sits on the bed beside you. He runs a hand through your hair gently, and you close your eyes to savor the moment. You didn’t expect him to be so gentle. You try to ignore the way something curls in your stomach afterwards.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly.“We’ll just keep this between us.”

You nod and look up at him. You’re about to say something when his voice suddenly drops.

“Next time, though,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.“I’m not going to hold back.”

Your eyes widen as you realize what he's implying.

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. He just chuckles and shrugs.

“I'm telling you that I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum if you’d let me.”

The words send a jolt through you—your stomach flips, your breath hitches, and suddenly you're way too aware of how little space there is between you.

You grab the nearest pillow and hurl it at his smug face before he can notice the flush creeping up your neck. He dodges it easily, the pillow landing harmlessly on the floor.

“You wish,” you snap, already scrambling for your clothes, needing something to focus on that isn't the way his voice made your legs feel weak.

“This was a one-time thing, Beomgyu,” you add quickly, like saying it out loud might make it true.“It’s not happening again.”

He watches you in that maddeningly calm way of his, like he knows you’re lying before you even do. The smirk on his face is infuriating—warm and slow, like honey dripping from a secret you shouldn’t want to hear.

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he replies easily. “Just saying, if one time ever starts to feel like it's not enough... you know where I sleep.”

Your heart stutters, your brain scrambling for a comeback that doesn’t sound like a confession. You roll your eyes instead—hard—and force yourself to ignore the heat spreading through your chest. It’s just his ego. His game. His way of teasing you.

You won’t fall for it again.

“Good night.” you mutter, refusing to look at him as you head to the door.

“Good night, Y/N.” he echoes behind you, softer this time. It sounded sincere.

You close the door gently behind you, but you don’t move. Not right away.

Your fingers hover over the doorknob. Your forehead rests against the wood. And for just a second, you let yourself replay it—the way he looked at you, touched you, told you he wanted you like it was everything to him. The way you melted under his touch, never crossing your boundaries, even though you secretly wanted him to.

You bite your lip, shake your head, and push off the door.

No.

Nuh-uh.

You’re not doing this again. Definitely not.

.....at least, that's what you told yourself.

But you would be lying if you said you weren't already thinking about what next time might feel like.

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the-trailblaze · 1 day ago

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Asking them if you can go to the gym with them

Mydei, Jing Yuan x fem reader

Author notes: this came to me while I was working out this morning. anyways modern au, Jing Yuan owns a gym, sexual innuendos in both, Mydei is literally a gift from the gods

Mydei:

While you’re sitting and watching whatever cooking show Mydei turned on, he is packing his gym bag for tomorrow. You turn your gaze to watch him folding extra clothes, towels, then pack his gear and some snacks. His organization of his bag is something he takes seriously. You tried to pack it for him one time before because he had a long day at work that day and you just wanted to help. He gave you a kiss on your forehead and thanked you but asked never to pack his stuff again because he was so lost at the gym trying to find what he needed.

You didn’t take any offense to it because you know if you were in a similar situation you wouldn’t want anyone touching your purse or bag right before you went to work.

“Who is winning?”

You blink a couple of times before you realized he asked you a question. “Sorry what did you ask?”

“I asked who is winning the cooking competition.”

You sheepishly smile, “I haven’t been paying attention… I’ve been watching you.”

“So you admit to your staring problem?” Mydei says with a smirk.

You drop your jaw then turn your head pointing your nose up in the air. “Is it so bad I want to stare at my incredibly handsome boyfriend that’s built like a Greek god?”

Mydei walks over to where you are sitting and cages you in between his arms. He gently kisses your forehead then slowly pushes himself up a bit to look you in the eyes. “No it’s not so bad.”

You stare deeply into his golden eyes. They are like mini suns, they have always been on of your favorite feature of his. Lost in his eyes you’re hit with an idea.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“Can I go to the gym with you tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

“REALLY!?” You asked surprised. The gym is one of Mydei’s favorite places he can blow off steam. It’s basically a sacred place to him.

“Yeah. Why are you shocked?”

“Well the gym is like your thing and a sacred place to you. I didn’t want to impose at all.” You explain.

Mydei rolls his eyes and gently leans his forehead against yours, “You’re stupid.”

“Hey-“

He cuts you off, “Any place with you is my favorite place so you’re not imposing.” Little did you know Mydei is internally jumping up and down. He’s always wanted to invite you to go to the gym with him but he was nervous. He knows how he is built doesn’t happen over night and can even be intimidating. Mydei didn’t want to push you or force you into trying to get a physique you didn’t want or even think he was trying to change how you look. But now that you asked him his heart can’t stop racing.

“Wherever you are is my favorite place too Mydei. But now the gym better be prepared! The hottest couple is going to get big gains together!” You proudly state with a smile and a giggle at the end.

Mydei laughs and quickly pecks your lips. “Yeah they better be prepared.”

•

You turn in bed the next morning and reach for the body that should be there. You feel the warmth of where Mydei was lying. You crack open your eyes to see him getting dressed. Once he throws on his shirt he turns to you because he hears you rustling in the sheets.

He walks over and kisses your forehead once again, “Take your time getting ready. I’ll pack everything up, don’t worry.”

You just nod and stretch your arms after he walks out of the room. You get up and grab a matching set of athletic shorts and a sports bra. You grab one of Mydei’s old t shirts and throw that on. Then you slide on a pair of longer white athletic socks.

You head to the bathroom and brush your teeth quickly then brush your hair. Once it’s smooth, you put it up so it’s out of your way during the workout.

When you walk downstairs you see Mydei tying his shoes on the last step. You sit down behind him and press your forehead between his shoulders. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, “Tired baby?” You don’t respond besides just nodding your head a bit. “You know you don’t have to go if you are tired.”

That sentence alone wakes you up. You shoot up and look down at him. “No! I’m going.”

Mydei just laughs and pushes himself off the stairs with a little grunt. “Okay, I hear you. I have everything packed. Just slip on your shoes and we’ll leave.” You listen to him and slip on some gym shoes and meet him in his car.

Once you’re in the car he hands you a granola bar so you’ll have energy and something in your stomach to get through the workout. You quietly eat it while watching the view of the city skyline blow by. The drive to the gym is only fifteen minutes, which is one of the reasons you two moved into your house.

Mydei pulls into the parking lot and swiftly parks into a spot close to the front. You two get out of the car and he goes to the backseat to grab his gym bag. You two meet up behind the car and he quickly grabs your hand and tightly holds onto it. He leads you into the gym and scans in.

To be honest you had no idea what the workout what was going to be like. With how Mydei was treating you during your warm up stretches you know you’re getting nothing but the princess treatment.

He explained to you that it was leg day and the horror on your face was evident when he said that. He laughed and told you that you don’t have to do all the weight he does. Mydei walked you through the workouts before having you actually do them. He showed you the machines, equipment and the forms before you even started. It did help you calm down which helped you a lot.

You started with squats with the barbell. He didn’t put any weights on there because he wants you to be able to feel your legs tomorrow. He spots you and watches you carefully to make sure you’re okay and won’t get hurt. He lets you go at your own pace and doesn’t criticize you at all.

When you’re done he quickly does his sets. You watch him squat a lot of weight like it’s nothing. He’s barely out of breath by the time he finishes his sets. That is when you realized you are dating a beast. In a good way of course. Just thinking about how good his body is makes you squeezes your thighs.

You didn’t know he finished while you were day dreaming until he lightly taps your thighs, “Don’t do that.” You look at him to see his cheeks covered in a light blush. Awe, he’s flustered by your staring and your thoughts. You know he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“Okay then what’s the next exercise?”

“Split squats.” He goes off to grab two different sets of dumbbells and brings them back to you. He hands you the lighter set and has you get in position.

You do the workout following his instructions. You feel his eyes pinning you. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, “Don’t look at me so hard. It’s hard to focus.”

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay.”

“I know but your golden gaze is intense. Like two suns are beating down on me.”

He shakes his head at your comment. While you finish that workout, his gaze is less intense but still sharp. You sit down on the bench and watch him. Just watching him makes you hotter than you already are. You don’t get how he’s not dying from all that weight.

He finishes his sets then puts the weights away. Mydei guides you to the next machine you two will be using. He says this one is easy because it’s a leg press machine. He sets the weight to something he thinks you can handle. He does tell you to tell him if it’s too much though.

You do one set and think the weight is perfect. You sit there catching your breath but think about how hot you are. You lean your head against the seat and look at Mydei, “I’m really hot.”

“Yeah you’re so hot.”

You smack his arm, “I didn’t mean like that Mydei. I meant temperature.”

“I know,” he says with a smirk. “You can take off my shirt if you want.” He then says with sincerity.

You look around then back to him and whisper, “But what if someone stares at me?”

“I’ll beat them up.” Mydei doesn’t hesitate to state.

“Mydei!”

“What?”

“You can’t just beat someone up.”

“I will if they make you uncomfortable.”

You sigh and relent because you know this argument is going to go nowhere. You peel off his shirt and hand it to him. He quickly throws it in his gym bag. You look around again then get a little self conscious. Before you can ask for his shirt back Mydei is taking off his.

“Now you don’t have to worry.” He smiles downs at you. You swear your heart races by his gesture. This man is truly a blessing.

You two finish the workout here and he leads you through the rest of the workouts. You’re so sweaty and tired from this but you only have one workout left! Of course it had to be an awful one though… wall sits.

You squat down against the wall and already feel your legs shaking. Mydei said you have to do this for a minute. This is going to be the longest minute of your life. Your legs hurt so bad you could cry. He can sense your feelings once again. Mydei squats down in front of you and stares at you.

“You got this baby. I know you can do it.”

“My legs hurt.”

“I know but you only have thirty seconds left then you’re done I promise.”

“Mydeiiii,” you cry out.

He grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips. He gently kisses each knuckle slowly then places a chaste kiss to the center to the back of your hand. He looks back to you, “You’re all done baby.”

You push yourself off the wall and into his embrace. Not expecting you to do that Mydei is quick to wrap his arm around your waist and brace your fall on the ground. You bury your face into his neck and hug him tightly. He pulls you even tighter to him.

“Great job today baby. You did amazing. You’re so amazing. I love you so much.” He gently whispers in your ear.

“I love you too Mydei.” You mumble into his neck and press a couple kisses to his throat.

You two sit like that for a couple minutes before you pull yourself off of him so he can do his wall sit. This crazy man does it for five minutes!?! And he talks to you completely normal during it!?! He is actually insane, in a good way of course.

After he finishes he grabs his bag then reaches for your hand. You quickly grab it and he starts to walk to the exit. You walk by the mirrors then stop in your spot looking at them. You then have an idea pop up. You pull Mydei’s hand to get his attention and he turns to you.

“Can you hand me my phone?”

“Uh sure.” He grabs your phone from his bag and hands it to you.

“Follow me.” You drag him closer to the mirror then turn to him, “Can we get a couple pictures?” You ask him nervously.

“Of course.”

You get one photo of you two flexing then another one with him wrapping his arms around you and kissing you on the cheek. You look at the photos and think they look great.

You excitedly jump up and down in his arms, “They look so good!”

“Anything looks good with you in it.” He then unlocks his arms around your waist then gently taps your butt, “Let’s head home.”

Your drive back home is quiet again until Mydei call your name after squeezing your thigh. You give him your undivided attention.

“I’m so proud of you for today. I could tell you really pushed yourself and you did awesome. Thank you for coming with me today. I really enjoyed it.” He turns to look at you, his bangs hang a little bit in his eyes but he has the biggest smile adorning his face. “I love you so much.”

You beam at him, “Thank you! Your words mean so much. I had a lot of fun today even though it was hard at some points. But I want to do this again.” You reach to brush his bangs out of his eyes, “I love you so much too Mydei.” His smile doesn’t leave his face but he turns his gaze to the road.

“You can always come with me. Oh by the way send me those photos.”

“Will do! Also wanna join me in the shower when we get home for some cardio?”

He squeezes your thigh again, “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Later that night you saw that the photo of him hugging you from behind is now his phone background. You really struck gold with getting Mydei as your boyfriend.

Jing Yuan:

Jing Yuan ended up getting home later than normal. One of his regulars’ parents asked if he could meet a little later due to a last minute school event the kid had to go to. He quickly accepted and agreed.

After being a renowned athlete in martial arts many kids come to him for training. Jing Yuan leads the kids both in martial arts training and weight training. He may be lazy at some points but he puts his everything into training these kids.

You’re lying in bed reading a book about martial arts. You didn’t know much about it until you started dating Jing Yuan. You even gotten more into it after watching one of his students compete in the world championships and winning. His student, Yanqing even has another tournament coming up and invited Jing Yuan and you again. You knew you had to learn more about it this time around.

You’re so focused in your reading you didn’t see Jing Yuan come out of the bathroom after his shower. You only realized once he flopped on the bed and opened his arms. You shut the book and put it on your nightstand. Then turn to him and snuggle into him.

“What were you reading?” His sleep filled voice asked.

“Just a book about martial arts. I want to be able to understand everything about Yanqing’s matches coming up.”

Jing Yuan chuckles, “You could just ask me during the match.”

“No! We need to focus on the match and not about you explaining something to me. I don’t want to be that person in the audience.”

You can feel him roll his eyes. “You’re fine, stop worrying so much.” He runs his hand through your hair, “Speaking of Yanqing, he’s coming tomorrow morning to the gym.”

You think about that. It’s been awhile since you’ve actually gone to the gym. Jing Yuan always works out before he meets with his students. So you could workout but then also see Yanqing tomorrow too. Wait! Yeah why don’t you go with?

“Can I workout with you tomorrow?”

“You wanna workout with me?” He asked shocked.

“Yes. Why is that so shocking?” You question.

“Didn’t think you’d wanna wake up early and workout. Thought you’d just come to see Yanqing since he’s been away recently for tournaments.”

“Well yeah I wanna see him but I also wanna workout with you. I want to get back into the groove of working out.”

“Sure. Just know we leave early and it’s not going to be easy.” He says with a small smirk.

You already regret this. You swallow harshly, “Okay. Then I’m going to sleep now.”

“Goodnight love. I’ll wake you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Jing Yuan.”

•

Keeping to his word, Jing Yuan woke you up early the next morning. At least he laid out some clothes for you so you didn’t have to drag yourself around deciding what to wear. You slip on the clothes he had picked out for you. You then grab a hair tie on your nightstand and throw your hair up.

You sluggishly walk down the stairs and Jing Yuan just laughs. “You don’t have to go. I can come back and pick you up before Yanqing comes.”

You rub your eyes, “No, I’m fine. It’s fine. Let’s go.”

The drive is quick especially since the gym is basically just down the road. Jing Yuan owns the gym and wanted it close for many reasons. The big one being so he didn’t have to travel more than five minutes. Like you said, he really is lazy sometimes.

He unlocks the doors and drags you inside. The AC is blasting which makes you instantly wrap your arms around yourself. Jing Yuan only gave you shorts, a sports bra and socks this morning. He didn’t add anything to really cover you.

“It would have been nice to tell me it was cold in here. I would have brought a hoodie or something.”

“You’re fine. Once we get moving you’ll warm up.” You don’t like how he said that. It’s like he’s hiding something from you. That something is nothing you can put your finger on.

You should have known that he would do something like this. All he said was “Repeat after me.” He didn’t take in that you haven’t worked out in a while and aren’t one of his talented students. So quick into the workout you’re out of breath and could lay on the floor.

He pushes you to your absolute max. You get he’s trying to help but it’s not really helping all that much.

“Jing Yuan,” you huff out bent over with your hands on your knees.

He walks over and whistles, “Wow you haven’t been that out of breath since I fucked you in the sauna a couple weeks ago.”

You smack his arm. “Shut up. I was going to ask if we can slow down a bit or make it easier. I can’t keep up with you.”

“We’re almost done! You got this.”

“Sometimes I really hate you.” You grumble while going to take a big sip of water.

“Not what you said when I fucked you in the sauna.” You can just feel the sly grin he has.

“Can you stop bringing up the sauna!”

He just laughs and leads you through the rest of the workout. When you’re done you’re lying on the floor breathing heavily with your eyes closed. You feel the sweat pouring off your body.

“Hey, I got a shower ready for you. I brought your stuff and an extra pair of clothes.” Jing Yuan says while standing over you with his hands on his hips.

“Carry me? I can’t feel my body. You killed me.”

“Come on I don’t think it’s that bad.”

You roll your eyes and push yourself to stand up. You take one step before your legs give out but before you can fall for long Jing Yuan is quick to catch you.

His eyes widen and he sheepishly smiles, “Okay I might have pushed you a bit too hard.”

“You might have!?! You did!”

“I’m sorry,” Jing Yuan sighs. “I was just so excited you wanted to work out with me and I didn’t think about your limits. Just please don’t stop…” his voice catches in his throat and he quietly says the next part, “I want to keep working out with you.”

Your heart breaks at his soft and quiet voice. He’s gone through a lot in his career as an athlete and as a coach. He’s lost a lot of people he cared about and loved working with during his career. He doesn’t want you to be added to that list.

You tilt your head up to look at him but you see him looking at you. His eyes are soft but you can see the worry behind his gaze. You lightly kiss his lips and pull back, “I promise I won’t stop. Just go easier on me, okay?”

“I promise.” He quickly states confidently.

After that Jing Yuan brings you to the shower and showers with you. He doesn’t want you to fall and get hurt when he doesn’t know. He keeps his touches appropriate because he knows you’re tired. Plus Yanqing is suppose to be here soon and he has a key… he doesn’t need to see or hear anything he shouldn’t.

The shower was cold so when you wear a comfy t-shirt and shorts you’re still cold. “Hey handsome do you have a hoodie around here? I’m cold.”

Jing Yuan finishes putting up his hair and digs through his gym bag, “I should have one in here.” He digs around and finds it at the very bottom. He pulls it out and tosses it to you.

You put it on and look at yourself in the mirror. It’s a plain black hoodie but it engulfs you. It’s warm though and smells like him so you can complain.

Jing Yuan goes to comment about the hoodie until he hears a “Hello?”

You two walk out of the back room and see Yanqing with his gym bag standing in the middle of the dojo area. You see him light up when he sees you.

He calls your name, “It’s so great to see you again!”

You run over to him and hug him tightly, “Ah it’s so great to see you again!! I’ve missed you but I heard you’ve been killing it at your tournaments. I’m so proud of you!” You pull back from the hug to look at him.

You see him blush and look away, “Thank you but it’s still not good enough. I have to beat Coach Jing Yuan when he was my age.”

Jing Yuan comes up and puts a hand on his shoulder, “You’re already better than I was at your age.”

“I need to keep pushing myself!”

“Don’t push yourself too hard kiddo. You still have a bright future you don’t want to ruin it by getting an injury.”

Your heart warms at the interaction but you then realized what he said. “Wait you tell him that but pushed me to do your full workout routine??”

Yanqing looks at his coach confused, “Isn’t that dangerous Coach? She could have gotten hurt.”

“Ugh this is why he’s my favorite!” You comment.

Jing Yuan snaps his head, “Wait even over me!?”

“Yes because he cares about my wellbeing!”

“Hey wait, I care about yours! I just got carried away. It was an honest mistake.”

“Well you better not let it happen again, Coach, or your beloved girlfriend could be hurt because of you.” Yanqing pitches in.

You see the fear paint Jing Yuan’s face. He puts it even more into perspective after what Yanqing just said. He shakes his head of all the bad thoughts that come into his head.

“Trust me she will not be getting hurt on my watch. I’ll take care of her like no one else. I couldn’t live with myself if she got hurt.”

You and Yanqing are satisfied with his answer and nod. You go to sit on a bench and watch the lesson. Halfway through the lesson Jing Yuan comes and sits by you and watches Yanqing run through stances.

You lean your head on his shoulder and don’t even realize how tired you are. You two sit there in silence and that pushes you over the edge and makes you fall asleep. Jing Yuan didn’t realize either until he goes to stand up. He only stops when Yanqing jumps towards him and shakes his head.

Jing Yuan is confused and asks what is wrong. Yanqing points to you sleeping on him. Jing Yuan gets back into position to make sure you don’t wake up. But before he tells Yanqing to continue to the next drill, he digs his phone out of his pocket and throws it to him. He asks him to take a picture of you two.

Jing Yuan lightly kisses your head that is resting on his shoulder. Yanqing snaps the picture then throws the phone back to him. Jing Yuan catches it and looks at the photo. You two look so happy and comfortable. He truly loves you.

“I love you.” He says and kisses your head again.

You sleepily mumble out, “I love you too.” He knows you’re asleep but knowing your mind just automatically responds back sends his heart racing. He may have lost people he has cared about in the past but at least he has you.

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miyamor · 3 days ago

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❝ KISS ME HARD AND SOFT; ❞

۶ৎ ft. h. sero, s. todoroki, i. midoriya, d. kaminari, k. bakugou, e. kirishima navigation mha masterlist

۶ৎ headcanons of doing the hungry kiss trend (I don't wanna be me) with the mha boys. with links on how I think they'll act in the video<3

HANTA SERO⨾ a video of the trend came up on his fyp a few days ago, but he didn't watch it long enough to get to the main point of the video. it was 6pm on a friday night and hanta was adjusting the strings on his guitar when you showed him the tiktok on your phone and ask him to do the trend with you. him being the boyfriend that agrees to do anything as long as it's with you, he immediately agrees.

the both of you step out of the dorm building and find a street light pole to lean your phone against. you set the timer and put distance between you and hanta. right before the timer ends, you see hanta wink at you with the smirk he always has on his lips.

you push him first but he was quick to return the favor. he whispers a quick "sorry" before turning you around and dipping you down. hanta made sure to keep a hand on the back of your knee to make sure you wouldn't fall down. it's the least he could do after pushing you, after all.

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SHOTO TODOROKI⨾ he rarely opens social media so the poor boy was unaware of what you were about to get him into. when you showed him the video, he understood the couples' want to kiss, but he couldn't wrap his head around why they find the need to be violent with one another. but he still agreed to do the trend with you when you asked him to. though he assured you that he won't be harming you in any way.

the phone started recording and after shoving shoto, he didn't know how to react. he wasn't expecting you to be so aggressive with it. though he couldn't stop the growing smile on his face when he realized you must've thought you could actually push him. nevertheless, shoto wanted that kiss. he wasted no time leaning down and meeting your lips with his.

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IZUKU MIDORIYA⨾ izuku first saw the trend when he was peaking over kaminari's phone while they were sitting together in the common room. minutes had passed before kaminari noticed your boyfriend had gone quiet and was red in the face.

and so of course it came as a surprise to him when you asked him to do the trend with you. but since it was for you, he still agreed to do it despite thinking he wouldn't even last the whole fifteen seconds.

as you were setting u the phone to record, izuku got his act together and focused on the task at hand. follow through with how the trend is supposed to be done, and kiss you like how he always does. though it didn't really play out like it did in his head.

he kept overthinking how to push you and right before the kiss, he froze to check if the camera was still recording before finally pulling you closer. after the video, he kept apologizing about how awkward he was and that he was more than willing to redo it if needed.

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DENKI KAMINARI⨾ a video of the trend passed by your fyp just a few hours ago when denki came barging into your dorm going on and on about why you should do the trend with him as the video played over and over again on his phone while he talked. denki assumed he would have to finish his speech before you agreed but three minutes into his rant, you interrupted him with a simple "sure".

he honestly didn't care for the first half of the video, because his only goal was to steal a kiss from you. when you started recording, denki made sure you were able to atleast shove him before pulling you in for the deepest kiss he had to offer. he was able to lift you up in the process too. denki made sure to show that kissing you was the only goal he had in mind when he kept kissing you even after the phone stopped recording.

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU⨾ katsuki's first response when you showed him the video is "that's stupid". you were insistent on getting him to do the trend with you despite his glares and unfazed scowl. though at the end of the day, all it took for him to finally agree to do the trend with you are a few feather light kisses on the neck.

as you made your way outside the dorms, katsuki made sure to express his distaste for the situation. from your dorm room up until you're outside the dorm building, he's been non-stop grumbling and glaring at you. as if he doesn't like doing tiktok trends with you.

while recording, he made sure to be the one to bump you on the shoulder before you attempted to push him. he thought it was cute how you actually thought you could make him budge with such a small push. he chuckled at your actions before grabbing you by the front of your shirt and pulling you in for a kiss.

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EIJIRO KIRISHIMA⨾ eijiro's first thought when you asked him to do the trend with you was how he could say yes to you without having to push or shove you while recording the tiktok. he didn't want to say no because he loved making tiktoks with you, but he didn't want to have to shove you like how the videos showed either.

so while you were setting up your phone to record the two of you, he kept thinking of ways to distract you from noticing he wasn't actually gonna do the trend how it's supposed to be done.

when the phone started recording, eijiro made sure you were able to bump into his shoulder and atleast try to shove him. before he reached a hand out to grab yours and pull you into him for the kiss. and eijiro supported your back with his left hand as if his life depended on it.

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hearts4hughes · 10 hours ago

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Hello!!! I'm so sorry to bother you but when you do get the time could you do a more detailed fanfic of the last request I sent, no rush at all I was just wondering!!

ೃ࿔:･ three things rafe did to get you back, and the one that worked

he doesn’t sleep in his house for three nights.

not since your perfume curdled in the walls, not since your toothbrush disappeared and your favorite hoodie ended up folded in the laundry room like it didn’t mean anything.

he takes the truck and sleeps on the beach instead. driver’s seat reclined, cigarette burns on the floor mat, your voice echoing through his phone from some video you filmed months ago—shaky footage of him making you laugh in the cereal aisle at 3 am. you called him stupid in that video, grinning like you didn’t mean it. he keeps replaying that part.

he’s angry. not at you—never really at you—but at himself, for letting it get that far. for saying the kinds of things you don’t come back from, the kind that sit heavy in your chest when you’re trying to fall asleep. he doesn’t even remember how the fight started, just that it ended with the door slamming so hard a picture fell off the wall. just that you didn’t look back.

and god, he’s been trying to get you back everyday since.

1. he left flowers every day.

not store-bought roses, not the kind you see in glossy instagram proposals, no, they were wildflowers, hand-picked, stems crooked, petals bruised, sometimes tied with ribbon, sometimes with a handwritten note.

every morning, they showed up on your doorstep like clockwork—lilies, bluebells, dandelions stuffed in mason jars or beer bottles. he never knocked, never rang the bell, just left them. he figured you’d know who they were from anyway.

you left them outside until they filled your porch. the day you brought them all in was the day he stopped leaving them. figured you got the message. figured you’d call him, maybe send him a heartfelt text.

but he never got one.

2. he sent videos…too many.

they were always old ones. the ones you filmed when you were still his. the ones that you two were happiest in.

you in the passenger seat singing off-key, wind in your hair. you chasing him down the beach, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. his favorite—shaky footage of you asleep on his chest, his hand brushing your back like it was instinct.

he sent one every night. he watched your read receipt every night. he did that until the texts turned green and couldn’t go through.

3. he crashed your friend’s party.

it wasn’t subtle. he showed up in a backwards hat with low intentions, smirking like he didn’t already know the second he crossed the threshold, the room would turn against him. it didn’t matter. not when he saw you across the kitchen in that sundress, smiling at someone who wasn’t him.

“you invited him?” your best friend hissed when she saw him.

“wasn’t invited,” he replied, unbothered. “just came to see her.”

he didn’t fight, didn’t yell, didn’t try to make a scene. he just tried to talk. his voice was low, eyes glassy, and lip red with bite marks. but you didn’t budge, didn’t flinch, didn’t let him twist this into something that could be forgiven on a front lawn at 1:00 am.

you only told him to leave, and this time—for once—he did.

4. he annotated your favorite books.

he showed up at your house. it was late. your porch light was off, blinds closed, similar to the rest of the neighborhood.

he knocked a few times, hoping you were still awake, praying there wasn’t another guy over. you finally opened the door and he was just…standing there. hoodie pulled over his head, eyes red, not from weed this time—just from not sleeping. not eating, not knowing how to live in a world where you don’t love him anymore.

he didn’t say anything at first. just held out a stack of your favorite books. they were dog-eared, spine-bent, underlined in black ink.

“i read them,” he said, voice hoarse. “all of them. so i’d know what you meant when you said things. so i’d understand you better next time. if there’s a next time.” your breath caught. he looked down, added, quieter, “i even liked the sad ones.”

you took the books and he took one step back like he was ready for you to shut the door, but you didn’t. you opened it wider, allowing him to step inside.

“rafe, i-”

“don’t, don’t say anything.” he whispered, tears pooling at his waterline. he let out a shaky breath, fingers curling at his sides like he was holding himself back. “not yet.”

you placed the books down onto your coffee table and he looked around. his shoes were still in your mudroom, his rings still in your bowl, and his bouquets on your counter.

when his gaze fell back to you, you were walking towards him with open arms. he melted into your embrace. it was like water during a restless night, like a warm blanket on a cool winter day, like home.

he nuzzled his face into your neck, lip quivering as he tried to compose himself. “never leave me again, baby. i was ruined without you.” he whispered, pressing kisses to your neck.

“that makes two of us,” you chuckled through broken sobs.

and it wasn’t forgiveness. not yet, but he hugged you like he’d just been told the world wasn’t ending after all.

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sourle · 22 hours ago

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Love me, Not AU

So emotional.. My love for you..

WARNINGS: none

Note: FINALLY, It's here.

You hum, leaning against the porch of the main cabin’s railings. Watching the others interact with each other. It’s one of those normal times where nothing goes wrong, rounds IT gives are over and there’s nothing else to do. Everyone seems energized and awake. No tired yawn, no distressed look. Even Noob looks like they went through a party with their newly colored side hair.

Footsteps approached from the side, on instinct you looked towards the owner, seeing it’s only Taph. He waves and you return one, albeit awkwardly. Taph seems doesn't mind your presence even after the awkward confession you did in the middle of a chase with the killer behind you two.

He stood next to you and you brought your gaze back to the others, forcing yourself to not think of the confession. Maybe you’re not his type, that’s why he hasn’t responded yet.

Welp another crossed on the list, First was Elliot, next Noob… Third Guest. Now Taph.

You glance to the side just to get a sight of Taph staring at your face, “..What?” Taph’s hands moved in a precise movement, practiced all his life.

“🫵😔, 🫵👌❓" (You seem upset, are you okay?) You nod, a bit quickly before waving your hand up and down.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” You put on a smile, watching as Taph’s head tilted before he shrugged and nodded. The two of you look back to the other survivors and watched them.

What they think about you:

Noob

They think you're cool! A great friend really! They just don't understand what's so good about them that makes you like them. Still recovering from the confession.

Elliot

To be honest, he doesn't know how to respond to the confession. In the end he reject your confession because he's unsure to pursue a romantic relationship, especially in a place like this.

Shedletsky

He thinks you're nice and all, a good friend. Nothing more, he can't seem to see you romantically. Plus he's not looking for a relationship, so don't beat yourself to it.

Builderman

He likes you, like a friend. Sadly. Like Shedletsky, he's not looking for a partner, especially the situation him, you, and the others are in.

Dusekkar

He's one to see your desire for a partner till' death. He can't say he's amused, but knowing you have confessed to many gave them a bit distrust feelings about you. Yet he comments not as he observes you. Yes he would reject you. Don't be sad, his reasons are the same as both Shedletsky and Builderman. The situation.

Chance

He catches your flirts and charms before returning them himself. He likes you, seeing you as a playful friend, buddy. He won't know unless you approached first.

Two Time

They does not trust you, They're staying loyal to their ex-lover. Yes they're flattered you took a liking to them, but sorry, they're rejecting.

Guest 1337

Him just showing off his ring. He thinks your nice and all but sorry. Flashes his ring

Taph

he doesn't know how to respond to it, he opted to stay silent so he wont hurt or get your hopes up. He's not ready, not now.

007n7

He thinks you would be a good parent for c00lkid, but he's not yet ready for a partner unless c00lkid is REALLY pushing him. He likes you.

NOTE:

if you guys want a killer version... uhhh... inbox is open.

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smiley-babe · 2 days ago

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.･*:｡ 𝐀𝐬𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐭 [𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐌𝐂]

☇ teasing caleb is all fun and games until he finally snaps and gives you just what you secretly wanted.

✰ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: semi public sex, colonel caleb of farspace fleet, teasing, caleb’s a munch, caleb has big dick syndrome sorry!, unprotected sex, pwp (plot? what plot?), mc and caleb are freaks, creampie

✰ 𝐰𝐜: 2.4k

an: i haven’t written in so long but this was stuck in my head so bad…

Caleb hates the Galas he’s forced to suffer through. At least he did until he started inviting you with him. This is the first time you were able to attend. When he saw you in your dress he nearly lost it. It has a cut up the side, showing off your bare thigh. The color matches your complexion so beautifully that your skin practically glows. It takes a lot out of him not to foam at the mouth and pass out when you’re all ready to go for the evening.

He’s dressed up in his colonel uniform, adorned with his medals and looking strict and professional. But he’s never like that with you. While Caleb seems intimidating and dangerous to essentially everybody while in his colonel uniform, you were the only person that can see him for the softie he really is.

But there’s also another side of him you like seeing. And during the Gala you were provoking that side of him all night. While sitting at a table with him, having a complimentary dinner, your foot concealed in a pretty heel, rubs up his leg. Your face is void of any type of emotion besides innocence when you look at him.

Then there’s the little brushes past him when you two are walking around, greeting people. You know all his sensitive spots and are exploiting them so well. A caress to the neck when you walk around him to the drink table. Pressing your breasts against his arm when you hug it against your chest to be close to him. It’s driving him fucking crazy.

You two are only halfway through the night. “Wanna go outside for a bit?” You press up against his arm again and you look up at him with the sweetest face. He wants to make a mess of it.

“Let’s go get some fresh air.” He leads you outside to the front of the building. It’s a little breezy out and he takes his suit jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders. Such a sweet gesture for someone who was being seduced all night. “I know exactly what you’re doing by the way.”

“And what am I doing?,” you say sheepishly, hugging the coat a little tighter around your shoulders, his scent enveloping you.

He stands in front of you, towers over you actually. “Oh really? You have no idea?” You shake your head, keeping up with your coy game. He grasps your face and tilts it up to meet his gaze. “And how will I give you what you want if you don’t ask for it, hm pipsqueak?”

Oh that got you. He can see it in your face. Lips parted and eyes shimmery. “I like when you wear this suit, colonel.” Your hand runs up his chest and grasps his tie to pull him closer. He lets out a shaky exhale. He really has no self control when it comes to you. “Been wanting a kiss all night.”

And he couldn’t deny you even if he tried. He pulls your face closer and his lips meet yours. It starts with a couple kisses. He pulls away and you pout at him for it. “Want more?” You nod. “Ask for it.” That authoritative tone.

“More kisses Caleb.” He raises a brow. “Please?” He indulges you. Your hands move from his tie up to his shoulders where you wrap your arms around to bring him even closer.

His large hands find your waist and squeezes gently. You whine into his mouth, a sensitive spot for you. “Caleb…,” you say in between kisses. He knows what you want. There’s a little problem. He needs to stay at the Gala till near the end essentially. So he won’t be able to take off quite yet.

“Let’s make our rounds so it looks like we haven’t left yet, then go somewhere private.” It’s a hurried whisper against your lips before he pecks them and takes your hand in his.

Just like he said, you two walk around the Gala, chatting with government officials and other Fleet members. You keep Caleb’s suit jacket around your shoulders and no one has the gall to point it out. You revel a bit in how respected Caleb is. Or maybe it’s fear that has people holding their tongues and avoiding eye contact sometimes with the man.

After about 30 minutes of mingling, Caleb finally drags you off somewhere. It looks like a closet. You’re not able to ponder too much about it before you’re shoved into the little space. He’s on you like a predator almost immediately.

He tosses his jacket from your shoulders as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. Your bodies gravitate towards each other as you press up against each other. His hands find your dress zipper quickly, slowly sliding it down. Your dress pools at your feet and the cold air hits you. A shiver runs through you and he can see it.

“We gotta make this quick,” he whispers as he sucks a bruise into your neck. His hands unclip your strapless bra effortlessly. You loosen his tie and take it off before working on the buttons on his shirt. “Hold on pipsqueak. We don’t have time for that.” Your hands move down to his belt to undo it.

The hot and heavy kisses continue while you work on his belt and slacks. When your hand runs over his bulge in his boxers he groans deeply. He spins you around to face the wall and presses against you. His cock is heavy against your ass and you’re dying to feel it stretch you open. A large warm hand runs up your back and you sigh out.

Your dress is backless and was on display for everyone tonight. It was one of the reasons Caleb wanted to keep you home to himself. But seeing the low cut of the back of this dress up close is driving him even crazier. One of his hands slides your lacy panties off and it matches the color of your dress. And they’re damp. They go right into his pocket for later.

He flips your pretty dress up, the sequins shining even in the low light of this closet. His eyes zero in on your pretty cunt and before he can even think, his fingers are running through your folds. The moan you let out is filthy and he has to shush you. Two of his thick fingers enter you and you pant hard against the wall, trying not to make too much noise.

“Fuck Caleb-” Another moan when he hits your spot.

“Sounds like you want us to get caught.” He speaks right up against your ear. “Would you like the Farspace Fleet to see you like this?” Caleb feels you clench around his digits and he chuckles darkly. “So filthy.”

There’s something you love about this side of Caleb. Probably because he never speaks to you like this normally so it makes it so much hotter. But also it’s usually you being a little mean to him, whether it’s to play around or he pissed you off. So when he gets a little mean in these instances you can’t help but soak it up.

His fingers reach deep and pump in and out of you. It’s hard for you to keep quiet and it worries you how well you’ll be able to suppress your noises when he finally fucks you. Yet, you grind back on his hand like you can’t get enough. “M- more… please Caleb.”

When the words leave your mouth, he pulls his fingers out of you. A whine from you in protest has him smirking.

But then he gets on his knees behind you and you know exactly where this is going. Caleb is never ashamed to get on his knees for you, to worship you. Even if he is pissed at you for teasing him all night.

“Let me taste you,” is what he utters before his tongue swipes through your cunt. His hands grip your hips to keep you still. The way he licks you is slow and calculated and has you whimpering against the wall. Your hand knocks off his hat before grabbing a fistful of his deep brown locks.

Caleb can feel you pushing your pussy into his face more, silently begging for more. “Yes! God yes please Caleb.” Your moans echo in his ears and his cock strains in his slacks. He’s such a goner. The sounds of your cries make him speed his tongue up, flicking his tongue over your clit and teasing your hole.

With the way you grind your hips back and the tight hold on his hair, at this point you’re using him to get off. He loves it.

You whimper when he pulls his face from between your legs. But your protests are silenced when he slips two fingers into you. He works you open again, watching intently how your cunt sucks his fingers in. “Fuck so pretty,” he mumbles to himself.

The squelching sound between your thighs grows louder as he keeps pressing against your sweet spot. There’s tears welling up in your eyes as you get closer to your orgasm. You beg and plead for him to let you finish.

But right as you’re about to cum, pulls his fingers out and listens to you whine. He lays a heavy smack on your cunt that leaves you jolting in a mix of pain and pleasure.

There’s just no holding back for him anymore. Not when he can feel how wet and hot you are around his fingers.

Then he stands up, hair disheveled and lips shiny from your arousal. He pulls his slacks halfway down his thighs. He rubs his heavy hot tip against your pussy and you tremble slightly. The anticipation always drives you up the wall anytime you two are intimate. This is no different, even if it is rushed and sort of in public.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he rasps.

His tip nudges your clit causing you to whimper. “I drew up this whole elaborate scheme to seduce you just so we could possibly end up in this situation. Is that bad enough?”

“I knew you were playing one of your little games.” He swipes his cock through your folds again, teasing your entrance this time. “Now it’s time for you to take your reward.”

And he presses into you. Your nails scratch at the wall and bite your lip until it bruises to keep yourself quiet. Caleb watches your cunt open up for him and grunts when he fully sheathes himself inside you. You tremble as his hips still, pressing you up against the wall. When he pulls back and fucks back into you it feels like all the air gets pushed out of your lungs. “Oh my god…,” you moan out finally, no longer able to hold back anymore.

“No God here pipsqueak. Just me.” His strokes are always flawless and leave you absolutely breathless. He fills you to the brim with his thick cock and all you can do is sputter and gasp up against the wall.

“You’re so good! Oh Caleb yes!” It’s so damn hard to control your voice when you’re being fucked like this. He tilts your head to him and kisses you deeply. He needs to quiet you down. He’ll be damned if someone sees you like this.

One of his hands grabs your breast and squeezes it and the other is on your hip to keep you in place while he continues to drill you. You can’t last like this. Not when he’s putting in so much work to make you feel so amazing right now.

“Caleb… gonna cum. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop,” you beg him. He won’t. Wouldn’t even dream of it. His hand travels down to your clit. The slow drawn out motion of his finger and the angle of his thrusts are the perfect combination to have you cumming all over his cock. He muffles your moans with his lips, slowing the motion of his hips.

His cock slips out of you and you whimper lowly. He turns you around, places your leg on his hip and slips back inside. You both moan together. Caleb curses as he starts a slow deep pace. Your nails dig into his back through his shirt and he hisses slightly at that.

“Caleb. Use me. Want your cum,” you babble against his neck as your teeth drag against his skin.

He’s not going to last like this. Not when you said that. “Fuck you’re not allowed to say that. That’s not fair.” His grip on your thigh tightens and his thrusts get harder. You feel the pleasure he’s giving all the way down to your toes.

Everything he does gets even more precise as if he has a new purpose. He fondles your breasts, flicking your nipples and squishing them in his hands. His lips play close attention to the sensitive spots on your neck. When he feels you getting closer, he’s once again rubbing at your sensitive nub.

The both of you are so worked up, moaning into each other’s mouths and so close to getting off. “Wait- Caleb! Gonna make a mess.” You try pushing at his lower abdomen to slow him down but that doesn’t work at all. He moves your hands and pins them above you with one hand.

And he fucks you with true abandon this time. You squirm a bit but it’s hard when he puts all his weight into these thrusts. When you cum again, you squirt a bit and moan his name.

With a curse under his breath, Caleb stops as he cums in you, the tight squeeze of your cunt making it hard to last any longer. His lips are on yours so he can quiet himself and ground himself after an intense moment.

Your fingers run through his hair as you share a sweet passionate kiss. When you two pull away, his forehead rests on yours. Your breaths mingle together as you two pant softly.

When you two calm down, you both get dressed. He makes sure to put your panties on so his cum wouldn’t dribble out of you. You help him fix up his tie again and hand him his coat before heading out of the closet.

“Hope you know this isn’t over pipsqueak.”

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guywhowatches · 3 days ago

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A Rodeo to Remember

The loud cheer of the crowd caused you to nearly cover your ears. You’d only been here a few minutes, and you were already sick of it. You didn’t know exactly how you’d let your boyfriend drag you out here, but you certainly knew how this day would end. You’d begun to grow sick of him lately and was planning on breaking up with him once this show was over. You basically had almost nothing in common with him and, most of all, hated his gross, disgusting ‘humour’ if you could even call it that. If it weren’t for his raging good looks, you would’ve left him a long time ago.

“Hey there, big boy.”

Speak of the devil. You looked over to see your “boyfriend” coming over to you, carrying a tray of food. He was also wearing that silly cowboy hat, that so many other guys were wearing. You have to admit, you did feel a little hungry and considered grabbing one of the nachos on his tray. He sat down next to you with a smile.

“Sorry I took a while. I was in the bathroom taking a pretty big dump, that coffee and eggs I had for breakfast just went right through me. But I got some food for us on the way back.”

Ugh, hearing that put you right off your appetite. You sighed and turned your head away. He just laughed.

“Aww, don’t be like that. Come here, I’ll make it up to you.”

You sighed, looking back at him. It was that dam alluring smile he gave you that always somehow kept you coming back to him, every time you’d thought about leaving. You sighed and decided to lean in hoping for a nice surprise. Instead, you saw him lean to the side, pointing his jean cladded ass in your direction, and squeezed one eye.

FFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT

A small tuba sounding fart rang out from his ass. You didn’t even have time to react before the smell of beans and eggs hit your nose, causing you to react badly and waft it away. Your boyfriend just laughed, as if it was one of the funniest things ever.

“Oh man, you always fall for that doncha?”

See what you meant? His humour is just repulsive. You couldn’t take it anymore, you were sick of him, his farts, his over descriptions of his toilet habits, this rodeo and everything about him in general. You considered breaking the news to him now but couldn’t bring yourself to do it face to face, at least not yet. You’d do it as soon as you got home (considering he was your only ride back). You stood up and said you were going to get some ‘air’.

“Ok then, I’ll see you later. Also, if you’re going to use the bathroom, avoid stall 4 cause that was the one I used and hoooboy, it was a real stinker.”

That was the last thing you heard before he started sniggering and you walked away. You’d just about reached your limit. The question was, where would you go now. You looked around and noticed a free bench at the far end of the stadium where he wouldn’t be able to see you. You sat down and pulled out your phone to distract yourself from this silly show. You noticed that it was on low charge and sighed, wishing you’d charged it before you left.

You leaned back, but then stumbled, as you remembered that these stalls didn’t have any back rests. Before you could react, you tumbled over backwards and hit the ground bellow. You looked around and realised you were trapped under the stall, with a beam of light from the gap in the seat shining over you.

You were about to jump up and leave when suddenly, out of nowhere, four other guys sat upon the bench, blocking your way out. They all appeared to dress the same as your boyfriend, with jeans on and wearing those stupid hats. All you could now see was their tight asses sticking over the bench, directly above you.

“See boys, I told you would make it in time.”

“Yeah well, we would’ve made it sooner if we didn’t stop at that buffet.”

“Well, you know me boy, I love me some beans.”

You could only just hear their voices, but it was a little muffled. Yet, you couldn’t help noticing that one of their voices sounded somewhat familiar. You didn’t have time to worry about that though, as you had to figure a way out. You thought about asking them to move, but then realised you’d have to come up with an explanation to why you were there in the first place. You didn’t want to look like some kind of pervert. As you were thinking of an escape, you were bought to the attention of a certain noise that you were all too familiar with. A noise you really didn’t wish to hear right now.

BBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP

It had a low trombone sound. It was slightly muffled by his jeans, but it was the unmistakable sound of a fart from one of the cowboys above you. You heard the cowboy on the right laugh heartily as the smell began to hit your nose.

“Speaking of beans, you boys better hold onto your hats, because I’m about to get windier than a hurricane.”

You desperately wafted away the smell. This had to be the worst luck imaginable. You didn’t know how long the show was going to last, but you couldn’t stay here.

FFFFFFFRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT

Seriously? Another small blast, bassy came from the booty next to him, followed by his laughter as well. You were thankful that the sound, and somewhat smell, was at least muffled by their jeans. What were the chances of always being stuck close to flatulent maniacs like this?

“Now that’s some real southern wind right there.” It disgusted you that these men seemed to have no shame. They were no worse than your boyfriend. You continued to try and look for a way out, without disturbing them. As you were doing so, you heard a strange hissing noise. You weren’t sure where it was coming from, but didn’t care right now. That was before your nose was suddenly assaulted by a stench of rotten meat that made you halt in your tracks and actually cover your nose. From above, you could hear the others react to it and laugh as well as comment about it.

“And that’s why they call me the silent skunk.” The guy on the far left said gleefully. Whilst the others had been bad, this one was a little too much. You finally let out a cough, pretty loudly at that. There was a short silence, as you suddenly realised what you’d done.

“Well, well boys, lookie what we got here.” You turned your head up to see that all 4 of them were now looking down at you. You froze, unable to find the words of what to say.

“Some kind of perv trying to get a good look at our asses?” There was a fierce undertone in their voices that made you feel worried.

“Wait a god damm minute, I know you.” Said the one on the left, you looked over at him and recognised his face. A few weeks ago, your boyfriend had forcibly taken you down to a bar, where he began chatting with a few guys. There was this one guy he particularly got on with, which he started shamelessly having a fart competition with, to which a lot of the other bar guys cheered them on. His name was Robert, you think. The whole thing had disgusted you and was one of the reasons that you’d wanted to break up with him. You didn’t even care about when he'd told you he was going to the bathroom with that guy to play ‘battleshits’, whatever that was, it sounded gross. They could’ve hooked up for all you cared, as it would’ve saved you having to break up. But now here he was, directly above you… small world.

“This is the guy who was talking about breaking up with Jerry, for saying he farts too much.” Wait, had you told him that? You had gotten rather drunk, so maybe you rambled something to him at some point. “What’s the matter boy, scared of a little wind?”

“It’s alright, maybe you just need a whiff of some proper gas. How bout we give this boy a first-hand experience?” Your eyes shot open widely. They wouldn’t, would they? You then heard the others cheer and agree. Oh god, they would. Then, to your terror, all 4 of them began to pull down their jeans and pants, fully exposing their bare asses above you. Their fat, jiggling asses where now pointed directly above you, with nowhere for you to escape.

“This is what you get for trying to break Jerry’s heart. Come on boys, let’s get rooting TOOTING!” You quickly tried to cover your nose with your shirt, but it didn’t make that much difference, as each of their asses began blasting.

BBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRTTTTTT

BBBBBBBBBSBSBSBSPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBB

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT

FFFFFFFFFFFFFMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT

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Their asses roared as the show continued on for what felt like forever. You could hear them whooping and hollering, combined with them grunting and laughing at you. The stench of beans, eggs and rotten meat was getting trapped, entering your nostrils under the stands. You desperately tried to look for a way out, but the loud blasts coming from above you were distracting you from your thoughts of escape.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you heard the guys get up and pull up their jeans. They looked down at you, as you felt on the verge of passing out, smirking.

“Now that’s some payback. Phew, that smells worse than a manure field in the summer sun.” One of them said, smiling at you.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook yet, because I’m going to tell Jeremy the truth, something that I bet you were too scared to do. See you later fart boy.” Robert said, looking darkly at you. And with that, they all headed off, leaving you finally free to scramble out and gasp for air. You got a few strange looks from a few people walking by, but you didn’t care. You stumbled out to the entrance and looked at your phone. You’d received a text from Jeremy.

“I just got told from a friend that you wanted to dump me. If that’s really how you feel then fine, it’s over!! Good luck getting home.”

You couldn’t decide whether or not to feel thankful or not. On the one hand, you were relieved to be done with it. But, on the other hand, you kinda wished you’d gotten to do it when you got home, as you didn’t have any other means of transportation back. Still, at least that meant you didn’t have to worry about riding in the car with him whilst he farted it up, locked the windows and laughed at you as you’d gag (as he always would).

You figured your best option was to call an Uber home. Unfortunately, as you opened the app, that’s when your phone decided to die. Great, now what? You began to panic a bit, when suddenly a car pulled up to you in the car park. A guy then poked his head out the window, with a silly cowboy hat, asking if you needed a ride. There was something familiar about his voice, but you didn’t care, as you were rather desperate. You reluctantly agreed and climbed in. You looked around to see 2 other guys in the car. That’s when it hit you that they were the same guys who’d been farting above you in the stands just mere minutes ago. What were the chances?

“Boy, are we glad we ran into you? After your little breakup with poor Jeremy, Robert rode back home with him to cheer him up. I think he’ll make a way better boyfriend to him than you ever were. Apparently, they had a farting competition on the way back.” You cringed, wondering why that was important for him to mention.

“Yeah, but we felt kinda sad that we got to miss out on it. But now that you’re here, we figured you’d be the perfect person to judge our contest, considering you’re apparently pretty good at taking them point blank, according to Jeremy.” You gulped and realised the horrible mistake you’d made. You’d rather walk all the way back than this. You quickly tried to jiggle the door, but it was unfortunately locked.

“Haha, sorry bud, can’t let you go. Those beans we had earlier are still bubbling our guts up stronger than a volcano in erupting season.”

“Hey, maybe when we get back, he could judge our game of battleshits as well?” You felt your stomach drop in horror. It was bad enough trying to avoid the bathroom when only Jeremy was using it, but 3 people like him?

“Good idea boy, but first, let’s warm him up a bit.” They all then pointed their asses to the side as they began to grunt. You felt your body go limp, you knew when you were beaten. One thing’s for certain, this truly cemented your hatred of rodeos.

#eproctophilia #fart caption #fart fiction #fart story #farting #male farts #male domination #toilet usage #ass sniffing #fart #eprocto #eproctophillic #fart torture #cowboy #gassy men #gay male

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r-aindr0p · 3 days ago

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Getting berated and being told you do nothing only makes me not want to be seen doing anything at all around the person that made the comments.

I'm tired, I'm trying alright. I put art as a top priority when I'm even able to get into drawing. I still have drawings I want to get done for the upcoming con. I have a few comms but yeah that's considered doing nothing.

I know I'm in the wrong for not helping out around the house nearly enough. I already know I'm disappointing for taking so damn long learning driving theory and not going to the course nearly enough. I don't even want to learn driving at this point because the "so did you get your driver's licence ? It would help your mom a lot if you knew how to drive" Does not make me want to drive at all. I'm tired of hearing this.

The same way I stopped playing the piano, because I hated playing when someone was around and making comments, and I never made progress in the end. The same way only vacuum clean when the room is empty because I don't want comments on the way I proceed and how inefficient it might be.

Hell I got judged because my sophrologist helped me writing an e-mail and making an administrative call. "Why do you keep leaning on others and having them do things for you." Is what I got told.

And when I tell that it's hard for me and it really helped and I felt better I just get told "then go see a psychologist if you're struggling so much !" Alright cool. I already know that. Once again, getting anything started involving making appointments or calls takes so much time for me. "Mais bouge toi ! Sors un peu !" Is of no help.

I found an exercise routine that works for me and that I can do throughout the day and everyday ? Dismissed. "You should go walk outside instead."

Worst is I know my mom is just really worried about me for the most part of it all but her way of idk showing it just makes me feel like an adult disappointment..

Man I just want to be happy, love myself and exist doing what I love. I'm already slowly giving up on my dream of being an artist as a full time job I don't need to be side eyed all day long.

Sorry for the rant I'm just really tired about this and I don't know what to do, but writing it down helps a bit I guess ?

Here's my cat as compensation, I love him so much, his name is Pots (like Spot the dog but cat bc he has a spot on his nose and mouth)

His striped cousin's name is Quiquiche :> bc she's kind of dumb (a quiche in french is the food item but also designates a dumb person.)

#rambling #defo getting a job w/ animals if I fail at art because yeah fuck anything that involves calls or customers in a public space #and by “if I fail” I mean I probably already failed oh well #was supposed to shower at 2pm the other day and ended up showering at 1am bc I kept pushing it back for no reason happens all the time #there's so many small things like that that make me waste my time all the time but I won't try explaining that #bc I know it will be somehow dismissed and I'll just be told to “move and do spmething” as usual #yea #cant wait to go to the con for a whole weekend

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avocado-writing · 2 days ago

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the second most employee of the month awards

notes: this is so fucking silly. petty office bitches scenario. thank you to @grumsens who helped me plan this and came up with 80% of the funny stuff they're doing to each other. the story where reader has the first most employee of the month awards and copia hates it.

rating: m (suggestive)

words: 1.8k

pairing: copia x reader

Copia is glaring across the table at you, and if he cared more about your opinion, he would probably try and get himself to stop.

It’s your mugs, he thinks. Your mugs are the most irritating thing about you. Not the air of superiority you bring to every meeting, not the way siblings scuttle after you at your every beck and call, but the receptacle you use for your coffee whenever you’re in the same room as him.

It’s way too big for you to reasonably finish all of your drink from, but it’s that size on purpose to show off the image you have printed on it: the photo of you and Papa Nihil shaking hands at the latest employee of the month awards. You had won. Again. And now Copia has cottoned on to how you angle it towards him, always making sure to sit across the table from him, you and that fucking mug in his eyeline every single time.

He thinks about all the little digs you’ve made at each other over the years. Him making your americano so strong one day that you did a spit-take over Terzo. You emptying the stapler before you knew he had to sit down and organise some paperwork. Him unspooling all of your paper clips one day. Tiny acts of warfare across the battlefield which is upper management.

You’ve realised he’s staring. You give him a smug little smile, lifting your mug to your lips and drinking. The printed photo stares out at him and Copia worries he is going to shatter his teeth from how hard he’s clenching his jaw.

Again.

Sister Imperator hadn’t much liked shelling out the money for him to get that crown; he probably shouldn’t allow a repeat of the situation. He also thinks that if you knew you were the cause of his recent dental distress you’d probably have a fucking field day over it.

“...and that about brings us to the end of today’s itinerary. Anything else anyone needs to raise?” Sister Imperator asks, looking around the table. It’s the usual lot: her and Nihil - though he’s barely present - the three former Papas, himself, and you. You stare at him hard as you clear your throat, quickly plastering on a sweet little smile before turning to Sister.

“I just wanted to say thank you for awarding me with the employee of the month award again, Sister. I’ve been working very hard on the plans for the monastery’s extension, and it means the world to me that it’s been noticed.”

Sister beams at you and Copia is almost sick in his mouth. Nobody else around the table actually cares about this, the Papas’ attention already wandering. No, this is aimed at him and only him.

“Of course. And we thank you for all the work you’re doing for us. It hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

“I know,” you say, softly, and wink at Copia. He tightens his fist and snaps the pen he’s holding clean in half. Luckily the meeting is being called to an end and everyone is anxious to leave the room, none of them really having the stamina for bureaucratic meetings like this. Sister turns to him.

“Copia, hang back with me a second. We need to discuss some things about the upcoming tour.”

He nods, painfully aware that you haven’t left the room yet. You’re packing up deliberately slowly, watching Copia try and mop up the ink stain he has just created. As Sister turns to grab some paperwork from the filing cupboard behind her, you speak up.

“I’m sorry you lost out on Employee of the Month again, Copia,” you say, cocking your head to the side, acting the innocent. He glares, seething.

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not! Better luck next time,” you say, flourishing that grin at him like you’re wielding a sword.

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

He’s lucky that, day-to-day, he doesn’t have to interact with you much. His time is usually eaten up with his taking over of the Ghost project. He remembers that one stung for you, especially because of what a big deal was made over him not being part of the Bloodline - how your mouth had puckered like you were sucking a lemon, glowering as Sister had congratulated him. He’d kept that picture of you in his head, returned to his room and pleasured himself to it in the shower that evening. The bitterness plastered all over your face, the intensity with which you’d stared, how your lips would feel around his cock rather than his own hand…

Admittedly the scenario had run away with him a little.

He blocks it out, instead focussing back on Sister and the things she needs to run over in anticipation of his tour. There’s a lot to discuss but he’s excited about it, nervous perhaps, but excited nonetheless. For a little while he is able to put you out of his head, until Sister brings you screeching back into it again, like some horrible yet inevitable car crash.

“Oh, and, as we’re finishing up, looks like our dear sibling left some of their papers here. Can you bring it to their office? You go that way anyway, yes?”

Copia doesn’t know how he missed that you left them. It had to have been on purpose, knowing that he would be the one asked to return them to you. He wants to be petulant, but he likes Sister - most of the time, anyway - and telling her no isn’t going to get him any closer to this month’s award.

“Eh, yes, okie dokie. I can do that, Sister.”

She smiles, passing him the papers as she sees him out. He tries not to crumple them in his fist as he makes the walk, feeling like his doom is impeding as he closes the gap to your office. It takes him a full minute to gather the effort to knock on the door with one of his leather gloves.

“Come in!”

He opens the door to find you hunched over at your computer. Your posture is bad, you shouldn’t really be arching your back like that. You’re also entirely too close to your monitor, though he tries to push any semblance of concern towards the fact you’re a human being to the back of his mind, because he has to remember you are his enemy first and a person second.

When you realise it’s him you straighten up, affecting a more formal posture, cupping your face in your hand as a predatory smile crosses your face.

“Ah, Copia, it’s you. Can’t get me out of your mind, huh?”

He gives you a withering look.

“You know you forgot your stuff. Sister asked me to bring it over… after we were done talking about the tour, hm?”

He sees your eyelid flicker in annoyance just a little and he’s pettily proud. You turn back to your computer.

“Just go and put them over there. In front of my trophy shelf.”

You nod towards the corner, and for the first time Copia’s eyes are drawn there. A towering cabinet takes up a whole section of your office, and inside it, every single certificate for Employee of the Month you’ve ever been awarded in their little frames, as well as the tchotchkes they gave you along with them. Commemorative pens, tacky plastic trophies, a fucking used Applebees gift card. It’s a completely pointless decorative display… but it’s a completely pointless decorative display designed to piss him off.

He wonders, briefly, just how much of your respective days are used up thinking about each other.

When Copia turns back from depositing your papers messily on a side table, you’re grinning. Then you take a sip out of that fucking mug again, putting it down on the edge of your desk, on top of a copy of Impera you’re using as a coaster.

Copia crosses the room, standing near enough to you that he can see the glossiness of your lips as they part. He sticks out a hand and, like a cat, knocks your mug off the side of the desk and onto the stone floor where it shatters in a mix of ceramic and coffee. You stare at him, agog.

You recover too quickly.

“I had, like, nine more of those printed,” you shrug.

That’s it.

He will do anything in that moment to silence you, stop you running your fucking mouth for five seconds. A hand falls on either arm of your chair, caging you in, and he crushes his lips against yours.

You squeak for just a second, palms coming to rest on his shoulders - he’s worried you’re going to slap him - but then you’re kissing him back. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he wraps his arms around you properly, tugging you to your feet so he can swing you round and perch you on the edge of your desk. You open your legs, allowing him to pull himself between them, changing his hold so he can grab you by the thighs and drag you in closer. You groan at the feeling of how tight your bodies are and he swallows the sound down like honey.

“Fuck, Copia…” you mutter into the kiss and he goes a little bit dizzy. Your hands are exploring, raking across his cassock, desperate to feel every inch of him as his tongue sweeps over your bottom lip. You open your mouth so he can taste you properly. You’re minty. He wonders if you’ve been chewing gum prior to this.

He wonders how many times you’ve tried to lure him to your office so he’d finally break.

“There were easier ways to get my attention, eh?” he growls, biting at your lip. You gasp. When you open your eyes, they’re blown black.

“None of the others were quite as fun,” you reply, and then your tongue is on his again and he doesn’t really care to argue.

Eventually he has to drag himself back to his work, but he can still taste your kiss on his mouth as he sits down at his computer, the shape of your body he was able to map out with his hands. He wonders if anything will change, and then considers if he wants it to. The truth of the matter is that he likes this nonsense you both perform. Maybe he wouldn’t mind it if you kept being mean to each other. It’s fun. It’s a ritual. It’s flirting.

He has an email. It’s from you.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: follow-up

Cardinal,

Thank you for bringing me my paperwork. It was most appreciated. I’d like to follow up about matters tomorrow, if you’re available at around 3pm. I’ve set up a calendar invite for you.

Regards,

The footer at the bottom signs off your email. Copia tries to decipher if you’ve just scheduled in another make-out session on the ministry’s internal system… and how the hell you were able to get your hands on that fucking email address.

#cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #frater imperator x reader #ghost x reader #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic

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insanebookreader · 3 days ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Pairing: S6 Spencer Reid x BAU fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Synopsis: One of the team’s rare nights off turns unexpectedly sour, for both you and Spencer. You show up with Richard, your new EMT boyfriend. He’s everything on paper…and everything Spencer knows you don’t need.

Key: 🖤★

Content warnings: Cheating but also kind of not? Reader's boyfriend is an asshole! Angsty, tension filled, there is no happy ending sorry! A little bit spicy? Not really. Spencer is YEARNINNGGG and hurting. YES, Haley is alive in this LEAVE ME ALONE. Both Spencer and Reader's POV's. I think that's all. Height difference briefly mentioned! And also hair length mentioned, the length isn't specified just the fact that reader has some.

A/N: I wrote a lot of this like..in the early A.M's. Sleep deprived. And hungry. I hope this is good and it may or may not be my first fan-fiction..(that I wrote). Also it's not a real goodbye (you'll see later) it's more so metaphorical? I listened to a lot of angsty music while writing this. As well as horny? Do with that what you will. (I recommend "Picture You" and "Do I Wanna Know?")

Word Count: 4.9k

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Enjoy! ^-^

He had to blink, remind himself to breathe manually to snap out of it. Seeing you walk through the bar doors with him left a sour taste in his mouth, more than the cheap liquor he forcibly had been drinking. As you approached the team with that wide smile of yours that was always paired with a twinkle in your eyes, greeting them with sweet hugs and laughs– he couldn’t help but think why?

Why did you have to look so good tonight? (Though you always did) There was something particular about how your hair framed your face so perfectly though effortlessly, how you could have barely any makeup but your beauty still rivals Aphrodite’s, and how–

“Spencer?” The sweet, almost hesitant sound of your voice pulled him from his spiraling mind– and sent his heart racing at an ungodly speed at the same time. The way you gazed at him made him do two things, one, feel like his heart was in his throat and he was about to puke it up, and two, question the intensity behind it. He questioned how you could look at him like that with your new boyfriend next to you– how your eyes held this evident softness that felt meant only for him, yet also carried that blazing intensity that always reeled him in. But then he quickly reminded himself: no, there was nothing behind those breathtaking eyes of yours for him. Right?

“Right. Sorry, I was uhm..” His brows knit together in the middle tightly, a tell of his own inner turmoil that you were able to pinpoint though didn’t know the exact reasoning behind. He cleared his throat, forcing a tight almost painful smile at you and only you. He didn’t dare to look at your boyfriend. “What were you saying?”

“I was saying this is Richard. My boyfriend.” Because he cared oh so much about you, he gave this Richard guy a polite nod and one of his awkward tight lipped smiles as he introduced himself, though sticking to his no hand-shaking personal rule he always abided by even when Richard tried to shake his hand. “Not one to shake hands, huh?” Richard’s annoyingly smooth and gravelly voice echoed back to him, wearing an almost amused smirk.

Again, Spencer tightly pressed his lips together as he nodded, tapping his fingers against the tops of his thighs absentmindedly. “Yes, I uh..actually the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering…It's actually safer to kiss.” He finished his sentence with a proud toothy grin and small breath of air, nodding as he looked between you and Richard.

He felt his palms get clammy as his smile slowly fell, starting to realize the odd phrasing of his words. He fumbled for a save, but the weight of the silence ripped the words from his throat first. A long silence. An awkward one at that. “I uh- I meant–” but then thanks to Derek–who put an arm around his shoulder and slid him away swiftly, he was saved from that suffocating weird tension. “Alright, pretty boy. ‘Nough of that, let’s get you away from whatever that was.”

Spencer could feel your lingering and searing gaze as he and Derek walked further away, his shoulders sagging in shame as he allowed Derek to sit him back down.

Some time had passed since then, everyone was now gathered together in a booth in the corner of the bar. He tried his best to keep his gaze off you as he half-heartedly listened to the other’s chattering and laughter. But how could he, when you were draped over Richard’s arm like some trophy on display. He knew you hated that. Being paraded around, being looked at like you were someone’s possession. He knew you–he used to know you, at least. You two had once been glued at the hip.

“Soooo..,” Penelope with her perky and bubbly tone paired with her enthusiastic smile cut into his thoughts as she referred to you and Richard. “How did you two meet? How long have you two been together? Oh! And–what’s his Hogwarts house?!”

JJ chuckled as she placed a hand on the former’s shoulder, smiling at her amusedly while she stopped her inevitable bombardment of questions. “Alright, Garcia– we don’t want to overwhelm her.”

He saw how you nervously smiled and laughed, looking around the booth with a slight sheepish expression. “We met at the library. I was..” And he didn’t hear the rest of your story about you and stupid Richard. Are you serious? You two met at a library? That guy looks like he lives at the gym and checks himself out in the mirror. That and he didn’t want to hear about your guy’s “meet cute” as Garcia put it.

His attention suddenly was drawn back to the conversation when he heard Richard speak, his gaze lifting as he tilted his head in confusion and his brows furrowed in disbelief. “I mean..isn’t she just so gorgeous? I always tell her she could be making way more money modeling instead of running around catching bad guys. I mean, with that face and body?”

You shifted uncomfortably as your gaze averted to the side, the booth table’s sudden silence reflecting your now rigidness and set jaw. Oh, he had it now. Spencer suddenly cut in, sharply and with a newfound boldness.

“Do you even know her middle name?” Spencer scoffed, incredulous. “How she always sneezes at least three times? Or her first cat’s name? Her calendar or favorite rom-com? No– you don’t know her. You see her.”

Again, there was a long and heavy silence with Spencer’s ragged breathing being the only thing to break it. Everyone shared knowing glances, no one daring to say a word. The tension was easily interrupted when you abruptly got from your seat and walked away, rushing to the restroom, even pushing past some people.

The moment you rushed into the restroom, you beelined for the sink, leaning on it as you let your head hang for a moment before you frustratedly turned the faucet on and splashed your face with water. Your head spun no matter how hard you tried to pull yourself together. What were you doing? What was Spencer doing? And why was everything so confusing right now? You had, for the past near year, tried to push down your achingly strong feelings for boy genius back there. For so long, you felt like there could be something between you two only until you eventually came to the realization that he didn’t feel the same. He never made a move, never said anything, did anything. So why did it feel like his eyes hadn’t left you all night? Like that gaze– the one that always pulled you in– was finally doing so on purpose?

You didn’t care about the lingering and judgemental stares you got in the restroom from the other passing women as you took your time to gather yourself. You couldn’t calm your heart, couldn’t stop it from pounding like it wanted out from your chest. Couldn’t soften the etched furrow in your brows, nor least of all stop questioning everything. You wanted to believe that the “accidental” brush of your hands meant something, or how he knew your exact Mcdonald’s order by heart despite how he always bugged you about its toxins and preservatives. Or how he knew how you took your coffee, how you cry because you can’t adopt every animal in the animal shelters.

And you definitely couldn’t forget how he does that one nose scrunch, how he drowns his coffee in sugar, how you loved how much he cared for and loved his mother, his mismatched funky socks, and– god, just stop. You needed to reign yourself in and go back out there.

It had already been almost 10 minutes when you walked back out to the booth, though you noticed a now empty space, your head tilting in confusion. Richard. “Where’d..” You stared, but Emily beat you to it, a slight edge to her voice though she held a sympathetic gaze whilst looking at you. “He left 5 minutes ago. Said he needed to “urgently get to his friend’s house.” For what? He didn’t say.”

“Oh.” A beat of silence passed as you sank back down into your seat, avoiding gazes as you brought your drink back to your lips. You especially avoided Spencer’s gaze– burning into the side of your face. You couldn’t tell whether or not your heart was racing from nerves or the fact that it was him staring at you. Though, the slow, smooth, sensational shiver that ran down your spine answered for you.

Haley, from Hotch’s side, spoke up– looking at you kindly with a warm gaze as her head tilted. “Don’t think about him. Just have fun with us,” She said with that sweet yet careful tone. She was always so kind. If only she knew you weren’t thinking about Richard, instead thinking about the man across from you who had an eidetic memory and 187 IQ. One of the many things you admired about him. I mean, come on. He’s kind, unintentionally charming, intelligent, and so incredibly handsome.

Your gaze drifted to Haley then Hotch before nodding with a faint smile, bringing your glass down from your lips. “Thank you, Haley. I’m okay.” You made a mistake of letting your eyes meet Spencer’s, who was already eyeing you like a goddamn hawk. And unlike usual him who would look away awkwardly, he held it. Almost unblinking. Like he was challenging you, pushing you, daring you.

Some time later, the group had split into smaller clusters– of course Haley and Hotch dancing together while staring at one another like no one else was in the room, Penelope and JJ sipping on their drinks while gossiping about who knows what, and..Spencer and Derek in the corner.

You sighed as you turned your head back to Emily, confusion and almost frustration clearly etched on your face with the way it tightened. “Okay, it’s not just me who’s noticed Spencer’s been staring all night..right? Or am I crazy?”

The raven-haired woman smiled almost smugly as she laughed gently, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re not crazy. I’ve noticed it, too. And..so has everyone else I’m pretty sure.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked around wildly and quickly before looking back to your best friend of years, tilting your head. “I– what? No..okay. But..why? Why has he–” She immediately interrupted you with a sigh, gently rolling her eyes before she looked at you like the answer was written on her forehead.

“Because he’s terribly in love with you and you brought your asshole boyfriend to drink with us tonight. Which, no offense, I’m glad he left. What he said about you was uncalled for.”

It was almost, almost comedic how you stared at her like she just said the world is flat. Mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed so tightly you would definitely get a wrinkle there, and utterly silenced. After a moment, you huffed an incredulous laugh, a dry smile adorned on your lips. “What?”

“And,” she pointed a finger at you, raising her brows with that one Emily expression she always had. “..It’s not helping how you’ve so obviously been avoiding him all night.” She followed her statement with a sip of her drink to hide her smirk, subtly nodding her head in the direction of Spencer and Derek.

An incredulous but unconvincing scoff left your lips as you looked at her with a pointed finger and shake of your head. “Uhm..no. I have not. I literally talked to him when I first got here. So.” Reflecting her from just a moment ago, you emphasized your own statement with a sip of your own drink and shit-eating expression.

And as soon as she spoke, that expression was wiped off your face in an instant. “Go talk to him then if you’re not avoiding him,” She said, following it with a shrug as she set her now empty glass down. She knew just which buttons to push and how to push them.

“Fine. I will.” You narrowed your gaze at her, downing the rest of your drink before setting the glass down as well. You told yourself you were an adult, not some immature child. So you can do this. And with that, you turned on your heel before you could change your mind, heading in the direction of the man you definitely were avoiding all night.

Spencer’s eyes met yours as you made way to him, to which Derek patted his shoulder with a nod and small “Good luck, man” before walking away, probably going to pick up some girl on the dance floor or at the bar. Leaving him alone. With you.

Once you approached, you cleared your throat, looking up at him with a faux confident demeanor. You weren’t. Why were you even scared to talk to him in the first place? You two used to be, as stupid as it sounded, two peas in a pod! So what gives?

“So..about earlier..” You started, though he cut you off. Which caught you off guard, something he seemed to be doing a lot tonight. “I heard you and Emily.” Another win for Spencer for catching you off guard. Since when was he so confrontational?

You looked at him shocked for a long moment, your brows furrowed as your lips parted– your gaze drifting to where Emily once was, hoping for some silent help. She wasn’t there anymore. Fuck. You cleared your throat, looking back up at him with a shrug and fake oblivious tilt of your head. “Heard what exactly?”

He looked at you for a long silent moment, his brows furrowing as his mouth opened and closed–grasping for words, though left speechless. Hurt, confusion, and even anger swirled in those deep brown eyes of his, evaporating any of the softness they usually held with you. Since when did you two play cat and mouse like this? That seemed to be a question that silently lingered in the air, like you two were telepathically speaking.

“I’m going to the restroom,” He said before abruptly turning away and leaving you there alone. His voice before he departed was tight, sharp, almost devoid. And it left you with your heart clenching and a sudden nauseating feeling that wasn’t from the alcohol you had been consuming priorly. Your head turned to watch as he went, swallowing the knot that had formed in your throat. You started to drown in your thoughts, what was going on with you two? When did it become so cold between you? When did you let it? You let yourself start to reminisce about how you two would stay late nights at the office together, how he’d smile when he realized you were actually listening to his rambling instead of dismissing him, and those few times he’d grasp your hand tightly in times that you needed comfort.

You jolted when you felt a hand on your shoulder, having been completely zoned out and unresponsive, only to see it was Penelope who had pulled you out from that pool of never-ending thoughts.

“Come on! We’re doing another round of shots!” Penelope said this while already pulling you behind her. She is small but strong, you had to give it to her. And so, you slid back into the booth beside the perky and tooth-achingly sweet blonde, ready to drown your disorder and misery.

It had been another hour– maybe two? You didn’t know exactly how long it had been, but all you did know was you couldn’t handle the muggy thick air in that bar anymore. It was both from the body count in the space and the inexplicable pull between you and Spencer. You also couldn’t stand the spinning of your head or the twisting of your stomach. Which is why you had slipped outside the bar, thankful for the refreshing air that immediately hit your face when you stepped out.

Your mind drifted back to earlier– everyone buzzing with laughter and liquor. You’d been quiet, sipping your cocktail and observing, when Spencer had leaned in, voice low beside you. “I, um… I just wanted to say you look really beautiful tonight. And I noticed you’re wearing different earrings. They, uh..they suit you.”

His words had struck something tender. Your stomach did that flip thing – the kind you thought only existed in novels or corny movies. How did Spencer always notice the small things about you, when your own boyfriend couldn’t even recall your middle name? Maybe Spencer’s earlier words were right.

Your eyes softened without your permission, a small smile inevitably pulling at your lips. “Yeah. I did. I didn’t think anyone would notice. Thank you, Spence.” You felt silly, almost– that such a small thing could hit so deep. But there it was. The reminder of why you used to be so close. Along with the sting of wondering how you’d let it all fall apart.

He nodded, his shy smile mirroring yours. Then he gestured to your ear. “You’ve been fiddling with them all night. That’s actually why I noticed. You do that when you’re focused..or nervous. But mostly when you’re anxious. Or in your head.”

Your heart melted – wax under a match. Speechless, you blinked. You got lost in your head thinking he noticed that? You hadn’t even noticed you’d been playing with them. But he had. He called your name again, voice soft but more alert this time. Concerned. You blinked back to the present – once, twice – and then on the third call, your head turned. It wasn’t the memory anymore. Spencer now stood beside you outside the bar, a careful expression on his face.

That’s when you realized he had followed you out. Your gaze met his, and you had to suck in a deep breath before clearing your throat and looking away. “So..you needed air too, huh?” The low and slightly weakened state of your voice was foreign to your own ears. As you both leaned back against the wall, his gaze glued to you while yours stayed fixed on your shoes.

“Yeah. It was getting to be too much for me. You know how I get.” His voice held that softness again– a breathless edge to it, like the words had to push through everything he wasn’t saying.

As you lifted your gaze to look up at him again, you could see a faint smile pulling at the corner of his lips, his eyes deep and hesitant. Confliction and gentleness graced your own expression as you caught your breath from it being taken away by the sight of him. “I,..yeah. I do.” Your tongue darted out to moisten your suddenly dry lips, which was followed by a thick gulp.

You caught the flicker of his eyes dropping to your lips just after you licked them, his brows furrowed before he cleared his throat, meeting your eyes with his own once more. “What are we doing?”

It was your turn to have your brows furrow together, only for you it was confusion. You leaned off the wall, fully facing him– which was both a good and bad idea. Good because it made it easier to fully engage in the conversation and bad because now you could see every detail clearer. You could see how the dimmed lights of the bar shadowed his angled jawline, how his hair was messily run through yet so perfectly him.

“What do you mean?” Your voice came out even quieter than before, a contrast to his strong and abrupt tone. His gaze seemed to pierce you while you struggled to keep your own on him. What was it that clenched at your chest so tightly and heavily? Guilt? Longing? You didn’t know. And you didn’t know how to rid it.

His words came in sharp and cutting, leaning off the wall like you and stepping closer once. “You know exactly what I mean. This. Us. You’re acting and have been acting like a stranger for who knows how long. And another thing, why are you with him? With that..asshole. You’re being distant, you’re avoiding me, and I’m sick of it because I know you feel it, too. This..thing between us. So what’s going on?” Your heart stalled at his words – you should’ve been dead, is what you thought. That couldn’t be real. What did he just say?

You wish you could say you had a quick response, a comeback, that your words bit him back. In reality, you just stared at him with no words at all, face scrunched in disbelief and sorrow. You shook your head as you looked away again, stepping to the side in means of getting past him. “I don’t know what you mean or what you’re talking about. This conversation is over.”

Before you could even get past him, you felt his hands firmly grab your shoulders and turn you to face him. His face was twisted in frustration, anger, and something else. His following words only tightened the knot in your throat and weight on your chest. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend.” His grip tightened, eyes searching yours. “Stop running. What happened to us being able to talk?”

It was now your gaze that dropped down to his lips, taking in the pink fullness of them. You forced yourself to look back into his eyes, your throat bobbing as you thickly gulped before speaking, like the words had to claw their way out. “We stopped being able to do that a while ago, and you know it.”

“Yeah, I know that. But why?” He breathed, his eyes tracing your features as his hands slowly–gently– came up to cradle the sides of your face. “Why are you putting up a wall? I thought we..”

Your jaw instantly clenched, brows pulling tight as you wrapped your hands around his wrists– bringing them down from your face. Your voice came out tight, steeped in incredulousness and long-suppressed hurt. “Why am I putting up a wall? Why did I— you know what, maybe it’s because I got tired. I got tired of hoping, of thinking, of believing that you felt something for me, only for you to act like it was nothing. For you to not feel how I do. So I’m sorry if I’m protecting my own feelings and distancing myself.”

He was stunned, staring at you with that deep, unreadable conflict behind his eyes. His shock wasn’t disbelief, it was heartbreak. That you didn’t know. That you couldn’t see it. “Are you serious?” His question hit like a bark, sharp and staggering. His face twisted to mirror your own— brows tight, eyes stormy. “You know..” He breathed out a dry, breathy laugh, shaking his head. “For someone who is so smart, you’re being pretty stupid right now.”

A bitter laugh of disbelief left your lips as you shook your head, eyes now narrowed and sharp with pique and hurt. “Excuse me? I’m what?”

His hand came back up to your jawline, tilting your head up to make sure your eyes stayed locked on his as he leaned in close, voice low and certain. “You heard me. You’re being stupid right now.” You noted how his gaze drifted down to your lips again, how his adams apple bobbed with a gulp. “You’re stupid if you can’t see how much I need you. How I can never keep my eyes off you. How I always want to be with you.” He met your gaze again with his own, only this time it held something different.

Your own gaze drifted to his lips again as a heavy breath left yours. You were in a limbo of your own thoughts swirling about what it’d feel like to have his mouth on yours and listening to him do what you’ve always wanted him to. Pour his heart out to you.

“You can’t tell me you’ve never noticed how I’ve always wanted to be your person. The one you confide in. Like we always used to.” His voice now teetered on desperation, delicate and nearly a whisper. He pulled you closer, both your faces inching closer. Your breath mingled with his, your gaze flitting back up to meet his pleading one.

“No. No,..you can’t just.” Your voice was hesitant and almost broken. You shook your head as you licked your lips again. “If that’s true..why have you never said anything? Why did you..”

He nodded as his hand moved from your jawline to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing against your skin soothingly and slowly. His voice was a soft whisper, matching his gaze. “I know..I know. Trust me, I do.” He swallowed thickly, unable to stop himself from leaning closer, like your lips had a magnetic pull. The turmoil and desperation in his eyes were impossible to miss. “I’ve thought about it time and time again. But I just..I was scared. And unsure. And I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

Your gaze stayed glued to his lips as you let out a shaky breath, heart pounding, hands trembling. Your lips parted as you listened to his whispered words, like it was a secret between you both. When you come to think about it, isn’t it?

You felt his lips brush against your own with his breath on you sending a sensual shiver down your spine. “God, I couldn’t imagine losing you.” And before you could even register it– his lips were on yours.

The kiss started soft– hesitant, sweet, and tender. But the moment he felt your hands grasp his face and kiss him back, something inside him flipped. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your hair, his fingers tangling in it as he tilted your head and his own, molding his lips with yours.

He couldn’t get enough, how could he? He finally had you in his arms, your lips on his. Not Richard’s. His. All of the times he imagined what this moment would be like still didn’t live up to how it truly felt. The way both your lips slotted together in time felt like you were fated for one another. Like your lips were molded, crafted, and detailed just for him.

His free hand slightly trembled as it reached for your waist, gripping it tightly like his touch on you would ground him. He could feel his skin tingle, stomach warm, and head spin as he continued to pour every ounce of everything he’s ever felt for you into this very kiss. His mouth enveloped yours needily and deeply, not caring to pull back for breath.

One of your hands slid into his own hair, and he swore he almost lost it right then and there. He could feel every ounce of emotion you poured into him, into this kiss, like it was bursting from every fiber of your body. He leaned you back against the cold concrete wall behind you, thankful for the shadowed space and quiet atmosphere.

He carved this moment into his memory like a lifeline– something he could revisit over and over when everything else fell apart. He was so relieved to have his lips on yours that he couldn’t help but smile against them.

But then he felt you start to pull away, to which he tried to chase your lips but you placed a hand on his chest to deter him. “Spencer..” God, the breathless way you said his name was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“Yeah?” His gaze lifted from your lips to your eyes as he gulped, catching his much needed breath. He had that puppy-eyed gaze he always did. Looking down at you through his lashes with wide soft but worshiping eyes.

“Spencer, we…we can’t.” His heart instantly sank to the pits of his stomach, his body going stiff as he stared at you with confusion and tragedy. “You can’t just..” You continued, taking a deep breath. “You can’t just drop all of this on me now– not when I’ve finally started trying to move on. When your feelings get hurt because I’m with someone else. Or..or.” You sighed, meeting his gaze– and god did he want to stare into those soft eyes forever.

“..just. It’s not fair. And I’ve wanted this for so long but..this isn’t how I saw it happening. Not now. Not when it’s already too late. Not when I’m with someone else. And..yes, he’s a dick but..that’s my situation to deal with. Not yours. Not anymore. I don’t think it actually ever was. And..You don’t get to suddenly decide when and if I’m yours.”

Oh.

That’s all he could think. That and the fact that..you were right. He didn’t get to do this. Not now. It was unfair to you. And it was even unfair to him.

He was an idiot. Not only did he think it but he felt it. “I,..uhm.” He cleared his throat, hands reluctantly slipping from you as he stepped back. “I’m sorry.” That’s all he could muster up at the moment. But really, what else could he possibly say? He couldn’t beg, he couldn’t explain more, and he certainly couldn’t take it back.

The way you looked up at him – sorrow written across your face, tragedy carved into your brows, that small frown trembling on your lips– it would haunt him forever. “I just wish you would’ve said something sooner.”

And like that, before he could even get another word in, you had already turned on your heel–retreating back to inside the bar to join the others. The taste of your kiss would linger – but so would the sting of your goodbye.

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onlyheluvsme · 2 days ago

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⇢ ˗ˏˋshe's got a boyfriend anyway iii࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋellie angst!!´ˎ˗please read pts i-ii to understand whats going on lol ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆this is an ongoing series⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚— mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, mentions of: panic attacks, comphet, anxiety, parents, just some dark themes in general⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ leave reqs!!

parts: one-two | three

you ran up the porch steps, slamming the front door behind you and ignoring the questioning calls from your parents — all you focused on was attempting to calm the tightness in your throat. with shaky hands you get to your room and slam your bedroom door shut, the noise barely registering in your ears.

panic coursed through your system, it felt like a myriad of emotions and pushed away thoughts were in the forefront of your mind — every moment you wanted to kiss her, every time she laughed and the sound caused a tightness in your chest, every second she spent with her thighs spread heavy on the drivers seat next to you making you sweat.

your back hit the door behind you and you let your knees give in, it felt like you were breathing through a straw. fingers tugged at your scalp most definitely leaving red spots, your neck strained and you lifted your head, refusing to let the tears fall.

your brain couldn't stop replaying the moment you jumped out of the car only minutes ago, she must think you hate her. you felt the first fat tear roll down the side of your face, then the second, letting them slowly run down your neck. once they started, however, they would not stop and suddenly you were heaving and attempting to catch your breath on the floor.

why wasn't it easy? why couldn't your parents be more open-minded? why had you let yourself drag jesse on this long? why had you convinced yourself you didn't want your best friend? what will happen now?

it was impossible for you to ignore it now, now that her lips have been on yours — since you've felt like you've been kissed truly for the first time. you knew there was no more denial now, no more hiding it from yourself, and that was the scariest part.

a part of you felt guilty for not feeling bad knowing that your relationship with jesse was over, you knew he loved you deeply but those feelings have never been reciprocated. the relationship would have ended long ago if your parents weren't so hands on in your life.

your mom had a hard time getting pregnant and the day those two lines showed up on that stick she was overjoyed, whats unfortunate is that joy turned into an overbearing need to live through you. they had a image of the perfect child and they expected you to uphold it.

this meant church on sunday's, shifts at the ice cream parlor every saturday and thursday, prayers in the morning, before bed and before every meal. if you cursed even slightly you got a back hand to the mouth from whoever was closest. the only thing they'd force you into that you actually enjoyed was the astronomy club, and yes, that was because of ellie.

to this day they still don't know of her existence, they always think jesse is dropping you off in another one of his cars — meanwhile he would never drive a red pick up, but its so ellie.

you did absolutely everything you could to seperate the two, lying at dinner as you would mush around your food with a fork, claiming you pack an extra lunch even though you eat at joel's almost every night.

how were you supposed to tell them? they freaked over a crop top you'd gotten at fourteen and later you found every one of your pants cut where the crotch was, forcing you into skirts for a whole month in february.

you were forced to listen to their homophobic propaganda when the news showed something against their ideologies, how would they accept you? they don't accept the rest of the world.

"hun? you okay in there?" the door pushed against your back as your mom tried to barge in, not even a knock.

you gathered yourself quickly, scanning your brain for a quick lie,

"oh gosh sorry ma! jesse and i just got into a little fight" you say attempting to stabilize your shaky breath.

"well i hope you say sorry before next weekend, we have dinner with his parents" your mother says in a sickly sweet tone,

"yeah yeah, it was stupid," you say toneless, "be down in a sec!"

ellie slammed the front door behind her, feet stomping through the front of the house. she didn't even make it to the kitchen before joel's frowning face popped out behind the wall,

"hey hey, what happened" his arms came out to stop her and the second ellie felt him she fell into his arms, tears beginning their descent.

joel quickly wrapped his arms around ellie, eyes widening above her head. not only did she never hug him but she never cried in front of him anymore, joel quickly figured out who this was about.

ellie couldn't do anything but cry, her eyes squeezed shut into joel's chest. all she wanted to do was forget today ever happened, you would never look at her the same again, fuck would you even look at her again?

she couldn't help but feel like she had ruined it all, from the moment ellie walked into that astronomy classroom she was ruining herself — damning herself from the moment you glanced at her for the first time.

"i don't know what to do" she says weakly,

"nothin' we ain't goin' to do nothing, i'll go make root beer floats and you grab the star wars collection, we meet on the couch" joel says, pressing a kiss into ellie's hair.

she was always so appreciative of the way he made her feel better, even if he knew she was in a conversion he had no clue how to navigate.

ellie gives joel a meek smile as he ruffles her hair and turns towards the kitchen. with a sigh and heavy steps, ellie makes her way into the hallway closet when her eye catches her discarded bag, with heavy hands she unzips the bag to find the gift you had given her sitting on top of her other things.

ellie lifts the small display, fingers brushing over your name for the second time today. without thinking, ellie closes her eyes and brings the gift to her chest, as if its some way of being closer to you.

"you ready el?" joel calls from the living room,

"yeah i'm coming" she says after a beat, eyes unable to remove themselves from the possible last memory of your friendship

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 16 hours ago

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a beautiful little lie. [chapter 7] l Harry Castillo

Summary: you are the personal assistant of Harry Castillo, a wealthy entrepreneur who asks you to go with him to his friend's wedding. there you meet your ex-boyfriend and things get out of hand

Warnings: smut (+18), oral (f!receivig), protected sex (congrats!), fluff, friends to lovers (maybe?), kissing, flirting, wine, flowers

A/N: you've been waiting for me and I really wanted to give you this chapter. today i had my last class before the break. my first year of college is behind me! yeeey! i'm really happy and proud of myself. this week, between studying, working, and creating projects - i wrote this thing for you. i hope you like it. your comments and messages are honey to my heart. thank you for being with me.

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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New York greeted you with rain, but the sun was still shining in your heart and head. The whirlwind of work you fell into right after your return made your head spin. However, that's how a few days ended with your phone turned off and no one answering your emails.

Right after you got back, Susan quickly told you how Mrs. Kruger-Waltz had almost forced her to tell you the name of the hotel you and Castillo hadn't stayed at.

"I'm sorry." she said. "She was... She was just awful."

"Maybe she just knows what she wants. She knows her position." you replied, scrolling through your email inbox. "You know, if she was a guy, no one would care so much."

"Are you defending her?" Susan looked at you in surprise.

You shrugged. "I don't know, I just noticed it."

You had some time to think about what happened in the hotel restaurant and what Harry did next. Diane was hard and mean to you, but then again she wouldn't have achieved the same status by being sweet and loving, would she? She moved in a man's world and accepted their rules, played their game.

"Harry would never do that." Susan commented as she sat down at her desk and went back to work.

"Harry's some kind of unicorn or gem." you chuckled and Susan smiled back. "We're lucky, my dear."

"I'll buy him a mug for Boss' Day."

"Good decision."

Castillo hadn’t been in the office all morning and hadn’t returned until after lunch, and even then one of the accountants had entered the office right behind him with a stack of papers under his arm.

The soft hum of a computer and Susan’s typing filled the room. It took you almost an hour and a half to go through your email. You were in the middle of checking Harry’s presence at some meeting when you heard the sound of an incoming message. You reached for your phone and read it.

[Harry Castillo]: sent a picture.

You frowned and clicked on the message. A picture appeared on the screen, the one Harry must have taken of you when you weren’t looking. The wind blew through your hair, and you shielded your eyes with your hand, pointing at something. You felt a pleasant tickle around your heart and were about to reply when another picture appeared. One of those “hand-held” ones. Harry was wearing black sunglasses and was smiling, and you followed him, sipping your iced coffee.

[You]: Really? When did you take it?

[Harry Castillo]: I like it. You can't blame me. I have more.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. This guy was impossible.

[You]: You have a meeting with your accountant. You should focus on work.

Three dots appeared, bouncing off each other. Finally, his answer showed up.

[Harry Castillo]: Boring. You're much more interesting. What are you doing this Friday?

“Is everything okay?” Susan leaned over her computer.

“Umm... Yeah. I just...” You looked up from your phone and waved her off to let her know it was nonsense. “I got a text.”

“Did that text make you laugh?” she asked, resting her chin on her hand. “Please tell me his name, how tall he is, where he lives, and how much he makes. Handsome?”

“You’re scaring me,” you replied quickly. You typed, “I have to check my schedule. I’m really busy. I have a lot of work to catch up on,” and sent it off. “It’s nothing.”

“Yeah, sure.” She winked at you.

Harry must have been really bored — his reply came just seconds later.

[Harry Castillo]: I’ll wait patiently.

[Harry Castillo]: Wait! I’m your boss. So I want to tell you that as much as I appreciate your work, I'd like to spend a nice Friday night with you even more. Dinner and wine?

Damn! You were so unprofessional! Your cheeks burned with fire as you typed the next words.

[You]: Will there be kissing?

The dots appeared, disappeared, and reappeared. You imagined Harry trying to text while talking to his accountant. Finally, his message lit up your screen.

[Harry Castillo]: A lot.

Excitement and fear filled you as you prepared for your date with Harry. It shouldn’t be like this. You’ve known each other for over a year, you’ve spent hours talking, you’ve watched him date other women, and you thought he was the coolest, most charming man in the state. But uncertainty was building under your skin as you put on your dress and applied your lipstick.

What if this evening wasn’t what you both expected? Maybe you’d just given in to the hot LA sun, and here all the excitement would die down and it would just be awkward? You’d seen the women Harry had dated, and you weren’t sure if you fit the mold.

But there was something about Harry that made you want to give in. You wanted to take the first bite, jump in, and never look back. The risk was enormous, but you couldn’t help yourself.

When you stepped out onto the sidewalk, he was already leaning against the car door. The sleeves of his black sweater were pulled up slightly, and when his gaze landed on you, it lingered there for a moment. As if he wanted to remember the sight for a long time.

“Hi,” he greeted you as you approached him. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. You’re not bad either.” He smiled gently.

“I reserved a table for us. You weren’t there yet.” Harry said, stepping away from the door and opening it wide. Before you could get there, however, he reached into the backseat, and a bouquet of spring pink peonies appeared before your eyes.

“For you. Since it’s a date, it has to be flowers.”

You must have had a surprised look on your face because Harry just smiled. You took the bouquet from him, still unable to believe he was taking all this so seriously.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.” You managed to choke out.

“Not like you.”

Your cheeks must have already turned the shade of flowers, but Harry didn’t say anything to that. You slid into the backseat of the car, the door slamming shut quietly. A moment later, Harry was sitting next to you, and the car was gliding through the streets of the city, which was melting into the setting sun. Despite all the stress, it turned out that the tension you expected did not appear. Quite the opposite. You talked freely - about the coming week, about the film you wanted to see at the cinema but did not have time to go, and many other things.

If it weren't for the driver's voice announcing that you were already there, you wouldn't have even noticed the car had stopped. Harry got out in a flash and as soon as you grabbed your bag, he opened the door for you, holding out his hand to help you.

"What's this place?" you asked as he led you into the glass building and through the elegant lobby.

"You'll see for yourself," he replied, clearly enjoying himself. "My friend recommended it. I think you'll like it."

"Have you been here before?" your gaze wandered to the crystal chandelier above you, but you made your way to the elevators.

"No, I was waiting for a special occasion."

You were that occasion. He didn't want to say it, afraid of embarrassing you, but as soon as he found out about this place, he wanted to take you there immediately.

Harry loved watching him take you to such beautiful and exclusive places as this. Simple awe, your eyes widening as if you wanted to see even more, and he could give it all to you. In return, he never asked for much, your presence was enough.

The elevator quietly and quickly took you to one of the top floors, and when the doors opened, you found yourself in the vestibule of an elegant restaurant. Dim lights, soft music, and pleasant smells filled the air. Harry had to take your hand and pull you towards the young man standing in the doorway, because your eyes wandered over the decor.

“We have a reservation. Castillo.” he said.

“Of course.” The man glanced at the tablet, then smiled. “This way, Mr. Castillo. Ma’am.”

The soft carpet muffled your footsteps as you walked along the tables. The guests hidden in their booths paid no attention to you at all. Harry’s fingers were still intertwined with yours as you walked out onto the glassed-in terrace. One of the tables was set up at the back, a little further away from the others, and that’s where the man led you.

“Please sit down,” he said, smiling and gesturing to the chairs. “A waiter will be here in a moment to take your order. Would you like some wine?”

“Yes, please. I hear you have some great chocolate soufflés.” Harry replied, pulling out a chair for you.

The man's face lit up. "Yes, sir. They'll be perfect for dessert."

He nodded and left you alone. Harry sat down across from you. The soft light of the lamps reflected in his dark eyes, and a smile never left his lips.

"Congratulations." You said, resting your chin on your hand and looking out the large window at the city covered in the last rays of sunlight, night already lurking around the corner. "This place is really... wow."

"I'm glad you like it. I wanted it to be something special."

You looked at him in silence for a moment, as if you were thinking about something. Only after a moment did you speak. "You could take me to a hot dog stand and I'd love it too, Harry. You know that, right?"

He knew. God! He nodded, because he knew it. He once took you to a really expensive restaurant, and on the way back you told him to stop because you wanted fries. “How was I supposed to eat these micro-portions? You could take me here and I’d be so much happier.” It was adorable.

You never looked at him through the prism of money, and it was refreshing. Harry could be sitting next to you in sweatpants, eating takeout, and you treated him the same way you did when he was wearing a suit worth several of your salaries.

The waiter showed up a moment later to take your order, you and Harry went over each item on the menu in detail, sharing your thoughts, and then he brought you wine.

“I wonder,” you began, sipping the sweet wine. Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity, “how is this different? We’ve been to places like this before. Maybe not in this kind of atmosphere, but still.”

He thought for a moment before answering. “I think,” he began slowly and carefully choosing his words, “that today I can look at you without shame. And you look stunning.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. “Really?”

“I brought you flowers too.”

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“And we’ll kiss.”

You looked at Harry like he was crazy, but his spontaneity and sincerity were simply endearing. “I do it very well, don't I?”

You sighed and took another sip of wine. “Very much. I don’t understand… If you’re doing it so well, why am I here? So many women…”

“Stop it.” Harry said quietly, his voice low and firm, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

You blinked, not knowing what to say, so you decided to stay silent. Harry leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. The atmosphere between you changed – not tense, but something different, more intimate.

“You’re here because I want you to be here. Not someone else. Not any other woman. You. It’s not about how many people I could be with—it’s about how few people make me feel this way.”

You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t get a word out. It was hard to say anything when your heart was pounding in your chest and Harry was looking at you so intensely. He reached out and took your hand before you even noticed. He stroked it with his thumb.

“I know you have a lot of doubts and worries, but I’m not doing all of this because it’s a ‘date.’ I really want this. Every bit of it.”

You let out a breath you had been unconsciously holding in your lungs. “You’re so serious.”

He nodded. “Dangerously.”

“Then I guess I should think about it seriously, too.”

Harry smiled. He lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. Light flickered in his dark eyes so intently focused on you. Something had changed between you. It wasn't about flirting anymore, but about certainty and safety.

The waiter's arrival pulled you out of the bubble that had closed around you for a moment. It was nice. You sat there, eating really good food, drinking wine and looking at the city that was slowly getting brighter with the glow of the lamps. You didn't feel any worries or fear anymore, because what had appeared between you and Harry was like a warm balm that enveloped both of you. Everything seemed fine and normal, and he did everything to make you feel at ease.

“Oh my!” you sighed as you entered the elevator, the doors closing quietly behind you. Harry looked at you intrigued. “I left the flowers in the car. They’ll definitely die there.”

“Oh no!” he frowned as you told him the truly devastating news. “We can’t let that happen. I have a vase at home if you’re interested.”

The words came out of his mouth so naturally that no matter what you answered, it would be the right answer. No pressure, a simple hint that you understood immediately, and the decision was yours. He waited, you could see it in his eyes.

“Crystal?”

“Of course.” He nodded.

“Hmm... I don’t know if I have a vase.”

He narrowed his eyes, his lips lifting into a gentle smile. “You’re going to risk their lives?”

You bit your lower lip, trying to hold back the smile that crept onto your lips, but you failed miserably. After a moment, you both burst out laughing.

"I shouldn't," you finally said. "They're such beautiful flowers. Besides..." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Besides, we haven't kissed yet."

That was the sign Harry had been waiting for. In an instant, his warm hand rested carefully on your cheek, and the scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. He quickly managed to look into your eyes, and you already felt his soft lips on yours.

Jesus! How much you missed his lips. He kissed you gently, carefully, as if testing the water, but when you touched his neck, wanting to get closer, he completely lost himself. Two steps, you felt the cold wall of the elevator behind you and Harry's solid, warm body in front of you.

A soft tongue broke through the barrier of your lips, causing you to moan quietly. The bastard smiled.

“Do that again and I’ll lose myself in you.” He whispered, but didn’t give you time to respond, stealing your breath again. Colossal hands held your waist tightly, your fingers slipping into his soft hair. It was just you and Harry, nothing more.

You didn't remember how you got to his apartment. Your brain had shut down all rational reasoning the moment you got into the car, when Harry took your hand, when he kissed the back of it tenderly, and when you drove through the city with impatient smiles on your faces.

There was no doubt - you knew what you were getting at, but you also felt no pressure or hesitation. If such a thing existed, Harry would have accepted it without resentment and, like a true gentleman, would have driven you to your apartment without complaint. Desire and excitement hung in the air that almost quivered between you.

You hadn't drunk enough wine to be drunk, unless you could be drunk on his presence and how he treated you - with respect, care, tenderness.

His lips were on you again when you entered the apartment, as if he had missed the taste of them in the few minutes of travel.

"F-flowers, Harry..." you managed to whisper.

He looked at you, confused. He completely forgot you were holding them in your hand. That fucking vase was in some cabinet, now he had no idea which one.

However, you solved that problem in a flash, throwing them on the wooden table by the wall, your hands once again grabbing his face, pulling him into a kiss. He wanted you. Jesus! He wanted you like he hadn't wanted anyone else in a long time. The wall behind you appeared suddenly, but thank god for that, because otherwise you would have slumped to the floor.

"Are you sure you want this, baby?" he asked, pulling his face away from yours for a moment, Harry's eyes dark as night. "One word and..."

"I want it." You whispered and saw the relief on his face. "I want you, Harry."

He wanted to hear it. Kisses landed on your neck as he pulled you away from the wall and slowly led you towards the bedroom. The switch by the door turned on the small lights by the nightstands. The bedroom was large, with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city at night and a bed covered in white satin sheets. You paused for a moment.

Harry's hands slid up your arms, sending warm shivers down your spine as he pressed his forehead against yours. "I can't believe you're here with me. Are you actually real?"

You placed your hands on his chest. The strong beating of his heart was palpable beneath your fingertips. "Yes, I am."

His hands moved to your back, slowly and meticulously to the zipper under your neck. Harry tilted his head. "May I?"

You nodded, not trusting your lips. You held your breath as you felt the zipper slide open, slowly sliding the dress off your shoulders, letting it fall gently to the wooden floor.

"You're stunning," he said, and you knew he was serious.

It was all in his eyes, which, with admiration, as if you were the eighth wonder of the world, moved from your face, through your cleavage, the curve of your breasts and lower, lower... He took a deep breath. "Forgive my lack of eloquence, but I have no idea what to say now."

"Then maybe don't say anything, Harry." You suggested. Your hands grabbed the hem of his sweater and slowly pulled it up. He had a beautiful body and you really missed seeing him like this. Small freckles on his chest, broad shoulders and strong arms, soft stomach. You realized that it had been a long time since you had stood in front of someone so exposed and vulnerable, but with Harry you felt no shame or embarrassment.

He kissed you again, hungrily and lovingly, pulling your hips to his so that you felt the distinct bulge in his jeans. There was no point in waiting. The belt was unbuckled, you tugged on your jeans to slide them off.

“On the bed, darling,” he mumbled in a low, deep voice. You sat down obediently on your heels, watching Harry take off his jeans, leaving them carelessly next to your dress, and a few seconds later he was by your side. Gently, without breaking the kisses, he pushed you onto the satin sheets. Sweet weight on you, hands exploring your body as if he wanted to memorize the map of your body. His lips slid down to your neck, collarbone and cleavage. The scent of your skin mixed with the scent of your perfume and went to his head.

“I want to taste you, baby. Will you let me?”

He felt you shiver under his fingers, tensing nervously. Dark eyes lifted to you, watching you carefully.

“Is something wrong?” Harry asked.

“No, it’s just… It’s been a while since I last did this.”

He smiled softly. “Baby, I’ll take care of you, I swear. If you tell me to stop, I will.” You bit your lip lightly. “I want you to feel good, baby.”

You nodded. You couldn’t help but give in to those eyes and smile. Fingers slid under the waistband of your panties and slowly, carefully, slid down.

The first kiss on your stomach, another below your belly button, then on your mound, and then you sighed softly as you felt Harry’s hot lips on the inside of your thighs.

“You’re already throbbing, baby…”

You buried your face in your hands, feeling the warmth creep up your neck. Harry brazenly lay between your legs, throwing one over his shoulder and teasing your sensitive center with his warm breath. The first lick, a gentle kiss, and after a moment he sank into your pussy as if it would save his life. Tongue and lips worked hard and you couldn't cover your face anymore, trying to grab anything that would give you stability. A loud gasp escaped your throat as he sucked on your clit.

You were so turned on, your body so hungry for what was building inside you, that you couldn't control anything. Harry placed a hand on your stomach, trying to hold you down as you tried to lift your hips, maybe even escape from what you were feeling.

“Stay like this, baby. I’ve got you.”

And he really did have you. When he looked up, saw you like that, he knew he’d never forget you. Eyes closed, lips parted, gasping for air, chest heaving in sharp breaths. You were on the edge, and with one thrust he pushed you towards that abyss, to watch you fall apart under his lips and tongue. He already knew that this sight would stay with him forever.

You weren’t fully conscious. The orgasm that had shaken your body was still pulsing under your skin as Harry kissed your thighs and with a scoundrel’s smile he hovered over you again.

“You’re so sexy…” he said, “I could spend hours there.”

“You can’t.” you panted, shaking your head, “I want you inside me, now.”

You lifted yourself up, kissing him hard and pulling him with you onto the bed. He was so hard in his boxers that when you slid your hand in there, wrapping your fingers around his cock, he sighed through clenched teeth.

“Condoms.” he groaned. “I have…”

“Where?”

He nodded towards the nightstand, and you arched your back and reached over, pulling out a foil packet. You opened it deftly as Harry pulled down his boxers, freeing his hard and already leaking cock.

The condom was slid on in a quick motion, and soon the tip was brushing against your entrance. Your gaze moved from the space between your thighs to your faces almost simultaneously. No words were needed.

Harry slowly pushed himself into you, stretching you pleasantly, all the way to the base. You needed a few seconds for both of you.

“Jesus…” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “You’re squeezing me so hard. I can’t get over this, I don’t want to.”

Gentle hands stroked his shoulders, slipped into his soft hair. You were so warm, he could feel your heartbeat, he could feel all of you. This moment should stop, he wanted to feel this forever.

“Move, baby, please.”

Your sweet voice was like an order he wanted to fulfill. The first movement of his hips and you both sighed quietly. Harry lifted himself up on his elbows to see your face, to kiss you again, his cock moving hard and confidently inside you. You quickly found a rhythm together, trying to remember to breathe, but it was hard when you wanted to taste each other’s lips at the same time so much.

“It feels so good, Harry…” you moaned quietly, “Just like this.”

He grabbed your thigh with one hand, squeezing his fingers tighter. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your face, his hips slamming harder and he felt your walls tighten around his cock. You were close, faster than he expected, but Harry knew perfectly well that he wouldn’t last long either. You opened your eyes unexpectedly.

“I want to be on top.”

You surprised him, but he agreed without hesitation. He pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, and a moment later you were on top of him, positioning his cock so that it would slide inside. God! His eyes almost rolled back as he pushed himself deeper into you than before. You rested your hands on his chest and started moving, setting a fast rhythm.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he saw you tilt your head slightly, closing your eyes and letting out quiet moans that you were no longer suppressing. His hands on your hips set the rhythm, strong and determined

“Harry…” you moaned “I’m so… So close.”

“I can feel it, baby. Let go, I've got you. I've got you…”

He lifted himself up, wrapping his arm around your body and using his other hand to press you harder, as if he wanted to go even deeper. His lips sucked on the spot on your collarbone. He wanted to mark you, you were his, more than ever.

A shiver ran through your body, your nails digging into Harry's shoulders, but he didn't let go. He pressed you harder against his body, helping you through it. The fire must have burned your thighs, but you didn't stop. A few more strokes and Harry came with a groan, clenching his hands so hard he had to leave marks.

Your hot bodies were sticky with sweat, but you were still as close as lovers could be. It was only after a few long moments that Harry lifted his head, his eyes full of delight and pleasure. His hand cupped your cheek, as if he was afraid you were real.

Words weren't needed, you felt the same. The kiss was soft and sweet, mixed with smiles, quiet giggles, careful movements of his hands. You felt like nothing would ever be the same again.

And it felt good.

☆☆☆☆

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reminder. —nagi seishiro

cw. mdni! nsfw, discussions of insecurity, light praise kink, dom!nagi x fem!reader, consensual unprotected sex, creampie, aged up, nagi says “i love you.” a lot.

synopsis. a rare moment of doubt has you questioning his love — but he doesn’t answer with just words. he shows you exactly how much he wants you, all over again.

wc. 1.6k words, not proofread.

sometimes, you have to remind yourself who nagi seishiro really is.

in the beginning of your relationship, when you first started dating, nagi would always ask if you loved him every now and then. he didn’t really understand why you would like someone like him. he was lazy, uninterested in everything except video games, manga, youtube videos — and you. and that was exactly your answer.

he was interested in you. that’s all you needed.

you kept proving it to him, over and over. kissing his insecurities away, holding him tighter every time he pulled away, loving him in all the quiet ways he didn’t know he needed. and eventually, he stopped asking.

at first, you thought he was just really grateful that you saw the good in him despite all his ‘bad’ traits, because he started putting in effort. not just the bare minimum either — real effort. he planned dates, scouted cafes and restaurants that you mentioned in passing. he even bought you things you wanted and didn’t even know you needed. he got clingier, touchier, softer. he never ended a day without saying “i love you.”

he still does.

but lately, you feel like you’re the one wondering now.

he’s still glued to you when he’s around, but you miss his touch. you miss the way he used to press kisses against your shoulder when you were brushing your teeth, or how he used to fall asleep curled into your chest instead of passing out on his side, exhausted after training. maybe it’s normal. it’s been almost two years now. maybe he’s just… comfortable.

so you decided to ask the big question.

“seishiro,” you called out, settling beside him on the bed.

his thumbs moved quickly across his phone screen, rapid gunfire echoing from the speakers. he hummed in acknowledgement, eyes still glued to the game. “what is it, baby?”

“do you still love me?” you asked quietly, almost like you were afraid of the answer.

his fingers froze mid-action, his head snapping towards your direction. his expression shifted instantly — panic, confusion, and concern all flashing across his face. he looked at you like he wasn’t sure if he heard you right.

“‘course i love you, baby,” he says, phone forgotten as he wraps his arms around you. “what’s wrong? did i do something that made you think otherwise?”

you shake your head, fingers fidgeting in your lap.

“it’s not that… i just feel like things have been off lately.”

he kissed your forehead, soft and warm. “have i not been making enough time for you? ‘m sorry, baby. i really do love you. a lot.”

“really?” you asked.

maybe it was the way you looked at him — glassy, innocent eyes, brows furrowed, nervously biting your lip. something about it made his cock twitch in his pants.

he swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

“shit,” he muttered under his breath, cupping your cheek. “yeah, i love you so much. have i not been showing it enough? ‘m sorry. lemme fix it.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer.

you’re already on your back, your wrists pinned above your head, his breath hot against your neck. he’s stripping you slowly, not to tease you, but like he’s trying to feel every inch of you again, to relearn what’s always been his.

“sei…? what’re you doing?” you whisper, your breath hitching when his fingers trailed under your shirt.

“gonna show you,” he murmurs, kissing your stomach and your chest, with your shirt bunched up at your neck. “show you how much i love you.”

he pulls your shirt over your head, mouth already on your skin, biting, sucking, licking like he’s starved. he left traces of him on your skin, like the thought of you thinking he didn’t love you has ruined him a little.

“so pretty,” he whispers against your skin, kissing every inch. “i love you, baby. let me take care of you tonight, yeah?” he murmured, capturing your lips in his.

the kiss was raw. messy. full of need. full of love.

it wasn’t your first time with him, you guys had done it multiple times before. but it felt different this time. it felt more needy, more desperate.

he needed to show you just how much he loved you. maybe because he understood how you were feeling — and now, it was his turn to make you feel wanted. to give you everything you’d been giving him all along.

your body reacted to him quickly — already wet, already desperate. his hands slipped between your thighs, groaning when he felt the slick soaking through your panties.

“fuck, already this wet f’me?” he says, voice husky, fingers tracing your folds through your underwear. “missed me that bad, huh?”

you nod, breath shaky. “wanna feel you, sei…”

your panties were gone in seconds, tossed somewhere behind him on the bedroom floor. his fingers teased you, slipping between your folds, spreading your wetness around. “should’ve been doing this more,” he says, almost to himself. “you shouldn’t feel like i don’t love you. not ever.”

he slipped a finger in, slow at first, curling it right at the spot. you gasp, your hips bucking against him. he adds another without warning, and then he’s fucking you with them — pumping in and out of you, fast, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers hit that spot that made your vision go hazy.

“fuck, sei—!” you cry, your breath hitching.

he watches you fall apart on his hand like it’s the only thing that matters. and then he leans in and kisses you — deep and messy, tongue sliding against yours, swallowing every moan you make.

and when your thighs start to shake, he slows down, pulling his fingers out.

he pulled you into another passionate kiss, all desire and tongue, his mouth moving hungrily against yours, fighting for more.

“want more of you, sei,” you whispered, fingers digging into his arms. “wanna feel you,” you said as you dragged your fingers along his waistband, tugging at his sweats. “please?”

“yeah?” he pulled his cock out, already hard, already leaking. he strokes it lazily, eyes locked on you, almost smug.

he breathed, lining himself up at your entrance. “gonna give it t’you, baby. gonna show you how much i love you. how much i need you.”

he pushes in slowly, gritting his teeth as he sinks into you. the stretch is familiar but intense — he’s thick, long, and he fills you to the brim.

“fuck— so tight,” he groans, burying his face in your neck. “feels so good, baby.”

he gives you a moment to adjust, then pulls back and thrusts in again — hard. your body jolted beneath him, your fingers digging into his back.

then he finds a rhythm. fast, deep, brutal.

he fucks you like he’s trying to make sure that you could feel him for days. like he’s making up for every second he didn’t hold you close, for every moment he didn’t touch you the way you needed.

his name falls from your lips in broken sobs, your body shuddering with every thrust.

“you know i love you, right?” he pants, pounding into you much harder, much faster. “right, baby?”

“y-yeah— love you too, sei— love you s’much—!” you couldn’t breathe — every thrust had his tip brushing your cervix, deep and relentless. your vision blurred, your mind foggy, with only broken, incomprehensible babbles slipping from your lips.

he kisses your cheek, your lips, and your jaw, like he can’t get enough of you.

his hand moved between your bodies, fingers circling your clit again, making you arch into him with a choked cry. “gonna cum for me, baby? yeah? make a mess on my cock?”

you nodded helplessly, legs trembling.

he groans, rutting into you, his rhythm losing control. “fuck— gonna cum too— inside, okay? wanna fill you up. all mine.”

then when you reached your orgasm, it was overwhelming. your whole body shook violently beneath him, and went limp as he fucked you through every shudder, every moan, every cry of his name. and after a few more thrusts, he’s cumming inside you, thick spurts of cum filling you up as he groans into your neck.

you stayed like that for a while, all sweaty and tangled, with his arms locked tight around you.

“sorry, baby,” he mumbles into your shoulder. “i really didn’t mean to make you feel like that. i really love you.”

“i know,” you whisper, stroking his hair. “you don’t have to say sorry. just don’t stop reminding me.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft. “then i’ll remind you every day.”

and he does.

with soft kisses and lazy cuddles. with tired arms pulling you close even when he’s half-asleep. with his cock buried inside you, fucking love into you when words don’t feel like enough.

because nagi seishiro never stopped loving you, and he doesn’t ever plan to stop.

i mean, how could you ever leave him, really? with the way he is, always willing to put in the effort no matter how much of a hassle, always bending over backwards trying to make you happy, and with that huge cock of his pounding in and out of you, always making you feel good — how could you ever walk away?

it’s just that he got too confident and comfortable — so comfortable with the idea of you never leaving, that you wouldn’t leave him. that his ego grew so damn big when it comes to loving you that sometimes he got complacent, that he forgot to keep showing you how much he loved you.

but he won’t make that mistake again. not when you look at him like he's your whole world.

and definitely not when he gets to remind you exactly who you belong to — with that thick cock, that lazy grin, and that quiet voice whispering “i love you” while he’s deep inside you, every single time.

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