#juts dance 2021

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I don't know what to say... um, here's my art Lexy x Phoenix-

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🗨️ ROCKET SKATES

PAIRING: Nanami Kento/(Fem)Reader. WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Degradation, Dirty Talk, Thigh Riding, Vaginal Fingering, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Finger Sucking, Spanking, Panty Kink, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Mentions of Pregnancy, Mentions of Violence (it's not done to either Reader or Nanami). WORD COUNT: 10,469. SUMMARY: It’s not often you get nice, cutesy dates with Kento, but it’s also not often they get ruined... Yet in your favor.

A/N: i wrote this back in 2021 when i was chronically horny and before my frontal lobe developed and taken the liberty to edit the fuck out of it bc i hated the original LMAO. but pls enjoy this filth <3

JJK MASTERLIST

Eyelashes coated in your favorite mascara swept over your eyes in a languid blink as you watched him, his movements nearly too fast for you to comprehend if you didn't already know what to expect.

Him in all his muscled glory hiding underneath that regular, suit get-up he donned nearly every minute he was awake in the day, showcasing the raw, brutal strength he held shadowed within himself as his arm lifted and he all but sent but a mere flick of his wrist and decapitated a curse. Afterwards, he pushed his goggles up, veins in his hand protruding and fingers tight with frustration as he eyed his surroundings in pursuit of any other curses, while you remained rooted to your spot for brief moments being too enamored with his behavior. 

You were too caught on him to pay attention to yourself, a singular thought brimming along your frontal lobe to your fascination and worry over him. 

Something was… off about him.

Nanami Kento was probably one of the best Jujutsu Sorcerers you had ever met (and no, you weren’t being biased and saying that just because he was your lover). He was poised with his abilities, a reserved and perfected angle to how he swung his blade through curses with such deadly precision you wondered if it was his curse technique or just him being him half the time. He finished the job quickly any time he had one, knowing exactly what needed to be done whenever he saw the first curse in his vision and studying their movements for any possible drawbacks. He was an extremely exceptional fighter all on his own anyway, being able to backhand curses (and people) if he so wanted to out of his space and all-in-all having his own advanced knowledge on combat that better helped him get the job done and get it done efficiently.

“Behind you!”

All of that was normal Kento behavior. What you were experiencing at the moment was the very reason you believed something was off about him. Your little dance with curses at that moment was not normal Kento behavior, and that was causing you to drift off and let your brain follow in on him to see if you could pick up what was so odd about him. He was tense, jerking movements of his arm swinging his blade through curses looking choppy and harsh, while the grunts leaving him he normally kept quiet and concealed were loud and groaning as he was heavier on his feet and pouncing around like some hungry predator. He was…

He was aggressive.

“Focus!”

The deep sound of his voice shouting at you after having him dive down and splitting a curse rightly in two for getting too close to you when you had been keeping your eyes on him made you grip up on your weapon more, yet it didn’t stop the shiver curling down each jut of bone along your spine when you nearly could feel the vibration of it and could taste the huskiness of it. He had not been that way all day, only recently whenever you two had been rudely interrupted on your date and had to make room for exorcising curses. Alas – you sighed and watched him run a harsh hand through his hair, him tussling it up even more – you should’ve known something like that would’ve happened.

You always could say it: dates with Nanami Kento were hard to come by, but they were always relaxing and left you feeling wholeheartedly complete afterwards whenever you both got to go on one. Though, you weren’t too sure the ‘date’ you two were on would really be worth it in the end.

Yet, color you wrong once more, it certainly was worth it in the end.

It wasn’t like you had planned for it to even happen. Who the Hell would hope in the middle of a Farmer’s Market date that you two would get attacked by curses and have to clear out the goddamn area and lead them to a more secluded and adept area to exorcise them better? Certainly not you since you rarely got to go on cutesy dates with him and just enjoy his ‘I’m not at work so I can be less strict and less professional with you’ attitude.

That last part wasn’t seeming to be happening at that moment anyway with him huffing out orders and yells at you whenever you slipped up a bit and nearly costed yourself.

You rolled your shoulders back as another lowly curse approached you, twirling your cursed weapon in your hands as you sent a substantial amount of cursed energy through it before you were dashing forward and poising yourself for a strike. You faked to the right whenever the curse provoked, a swift, brutal swing as you heard the wind whizzing through the air in your ear and felt the vibration of when the impact hit it from how hard you had swung. The payoff was worth it in the end, the curse’s head fully unlatching from its body after you pulled through your entire hit with the faint buzzing of adrenaline bubbling up through your veins whenever you felt that thrill from fighting. You stood fully afterwards, lips parted slightly from your breaths and heart loud in your ears as you laid eyes back on Kento who had cleanly cut another curse again in two.

And by your own foolish accord, you were losing focus thinking back to perhaps why he was acting so aggressive.

The day had been fine and so had the date; locked arms with Kento walking around the vicinity amicably with him holding the basket full of all fruits, veggies, greens and ingredients he wanted to use in cooking recipes you liked to listen to him prattle on about because his interest in cooking and food was as adorable as it was sexy. Kento cooked like a dream and you had a reason to tease him to say he could be a professional chef if he wasn’t a professional Jujutsu Sorcerer, to which he’d go on his humble monologue about how his cooking wasn’t all that amazing and he did it to get by and appetize himself. Yeah okay, that’s why whenever you ate his cooking he always would subtly look for your approval and let a sigh of relief when you liked it.

Adorable man.

Nevertheless it was a stark contrast to his fierce attitude with the curses. You had vocally whined and expressively pouted whenever that basket full of ingredients and edibles had been slung away by him rather harshly whenever a curse had gotten too close to you and he straight-up knocked it feet away from you two with a poorly concealed, pissed off grunt by smacking it in the face with the basket. Kento, understandably, was exasperated you had been more worried about dinner more than your own safety, but in the end you sighed while getting serious and listening to him whenever he told you plans were changing and that you two needed lure the curses away from civilians and exorcise them elsewhere.

After all, Kento held up above the safety of civilians, innocents and children more than his own self. And that included you, even though you were perfectly capable of fighting alongside of him easily and he needed to stop jumping in front of you like he had just done beforehand trying to shield you from another curse and then backhanding it away again with tensed muscles and a tensed jaw with a pants-pissing glare.

You liked fighting with Kento (even if it ended up ruining dates, and he sometimes was a bit overbearing trying to keep you safe) as it was energizing and downright adrenalizing whenever you got to fluidly moving around him and along with him. Yet at that moment, despite all the adrenaline and the pent-up aggression you could feel fluctuating off the both of you, there were no words to describe the regret you were feeling for your fashion choice. After flipping through the air and landing on the cracked pavement at one point, your ankle had twisted causing you to stumble and a curse to come flying right at you, but Kento being nearby was already steadying you with one hand first before twirling you both out of the way and then shooting another exasperated look towards you before swiftly slashing the legs off the curse.

“Watch your step.”

Honestly yeah, you got it, wearing high-heeled boots for combat was stupid, but you weren’t dressing for combat. You had dressed for a cute Farmer’s Market date that got fucking ruined, and you were then flipping around in a skirt and heels fighting curses. If you weren’t so annoyed, you’d tease him and say that he probably liked watching your skirt ride up on your thighs and letting him get a peek at your panties, but the man looked like he was about to bust a blood vessel for whatever reason.

Still… you weren’t too used to being rescued like he had been doing for your carelessness, but watching Kento rip off his jacket and completely abandon it on top of a vacant car letting you feast eyes on the harness fitting snugly against his back before rolling up his sleeves showing his forearms that were already firmly coiled up with his veins bulging outwards and him harshly grabbing his tie and unraveling it free of its confines so that he could wrap it around a tight fist…

Or maybe you’d get yourself into more trouble so that he’d come save you and give you that little glare that wrinkled his forehead and made his lips twitch.

No way you were horny just looking at him (then again… look at him). You chalked it up to all that adrenaline and cursed energy you were emitting outwards, while it also pumped through your veins and rushed through your blood as you finally sprinted off after him when he began to shake the blood clinging to his weapon off, your solid heels making quite a lot of noise on the pavement as you went.

You had dodged, flipped, slashed, spun, and hit your way around the curses, coming up to stand next to Kento after he sent another clean cut that split a curse into two. You took notice of the white-knuckled grip on the handle of his weapon, the grunts he had been letting out rather loudly compared to how he usually stayed rather quiet and reserved whenever fighting, the vein nearly pulsing on his temple, some blood smeared on his jawline you wanted to drag a finger across to clean, and you took notice of his body stiffening and jaw clenching harder whenever you leaned up to brush your chin across his tense shoulder.

Something was… off about him.

Unconsciously, you let your breath blow across his neck as you opened your mouth to speak, “You’re being awfully violent today,” you remarked, your chest heavy from all the stamina you had been using that made it come out more sounding like a pant.

Kento’s head only angled towards you minimally, the glare on the lenses of his glasses allowing you but a brief look into a steely glower, and the tilt letting you see his mouth twitch down further into a frown. “This is annoying,” he finally spoke, gravelly voice thick with a hard edge that was but growled out. He shifted again and slightly turned towards you, the thick cord of his bicep brushing against your breasts before he was looming over you, nearly shadowing your entire body, “And I’m being distracted.”

His cologne was strong sifting up through your nose and into your brain, the nerves already alive in your body from the adrenaline buzzing harder as you wiggled those words around in your brain. “Distracted by what?” you asked as you glanced off towards the side to see if you two were truly alone. Something in his slightly heaving chest was twisting the atmosphere between you two (as well as twisting your lower gut in an all-too familiar feeling).

He didn’t answer you right away, instead moving into your personal space to capture your full attention. Your face ended up nearly buried into his sculpted pectorals and you could hear, as well as feel, the raspy grunt leave his body whenever he jerked his arm up rather harshly and swung through another curse that had been creeping up behind you. The gurgling noise of the curse reached your ears and you peeped around your shoulder to see he had slashed another one in half again. Normally he was one of just going for the limb decapitation, but… he had been absolutely demolishing them left and right in outstanding speed and ferocity you had been having trouble keeping up with him.

The hair on your body rose whenever his hand snaked its way onto the middle of your back, easing you forward into him as you trained your eyes onto his face. You let him guide you, his hand suddenly seeming to be the only thing keeping you upright and keeping your feet planted firmly on the ground.

Kento was quiet for a brief moment until you felt him slightly leaning over to brush mouth against your ear, warm breath tickling as you felt his palm lay flat against your back, “Am I going to have to keep saving you?” His breath was suddenly hot on your skin then, your toes curling into your boots as your adrenaline-fueled body and mind was moving before you could even recognize what you were doing or inspect if he was feeling the same.

A hand of yours shot up out of nowhere as you tangled your fingers into the hair of his undercut and you pulled him harshly down into your face for a kiss. It was messy and it slightly hurt whenever you knocked your chin against his, but you were so pent up and moved by just your nerves literally being lit on fire from the thrill of a fight and your loins spiraling from how he was just being so aggressive and just so different, you couldn’t stop yourself from just getting a taste of his lips. However, even in your stupor you worried that the kiss wasn’t returned and that perhaps you misread and were being unbearably horny, but that quickly flew out the window when the hand on your back slid downwards to rest lower and pull on the fabric of your shirt.

“You said – you’re distracted –” you spoke hotly and breathily in-between smacks of fierce kisses, biting down onto his lower lip in the process, “Distracted by what – Kento?"

Kento didn’t necessarily respond at first, busy devouring your lips as much as he could in kisses consisting of saliva and smacks, a far cry from your usual chaste ones, before he was using the arm holding his weapon to cage you into him around your waist. You could feel the sword angled upright against your spine, your hip knocking into his thigh as he slid a leg forward and kicked one of your feet away so that he could slot his thigh in-between your own. It was hard, and it was tensed, the appendage already jerking up into your clothed cunt that was embarrassingly wet you noticed whenever you rolled your hips in response to his movement.

He swallowed the small moan you gave from the stimulation, jerking you harder into his stone-like abdomen and farther up on his thigh, before his mouth left yours and he trailed his saliva-covered lips across your cheek and down into the junction of your neck. He started kissing and biting there, all the while letting his arm slip down to let a hand curl fingers on your hip and guide you to grind on his thigh as the blade of his sword sat dangerously close to your ribcage.

“You want to know?” he asked in that octave that whispered sinfully deep into your ears when he had your legs thrown up over his shoulders with his cock diving into you. It was utterly nefarious, wisping across your skin and letting you know he felt the same way you did, and only burned that arousal brewing within you hotter. He continued on when your eyelashes fluttered at the tone of his voice and your spine arched into him, "Something tells me you already do."

"Mm," you started off, pressing into his hard body like you wanted to melt within the hard planes of his being, as you played with him more since he already had you figured out. You could already feel your cunt getting more soaked and the cloth of your panties growing uncomfortable the more you shamelessly grinded on his thigh in the middle of the street, the soft sighing pants leaving your mouth blowing his locks curling down onto his forehead and your fingers tangling more into his hair for retribution. You rolled harder, feeling his thigh press up more into you in retaliation before huffing out against his forehead, “Tell me and I’ll tell you why I’m so wet for you –”

You cut yourself off with a high-pitched gasp, however it was not by your own doing. Kento had taken that moment after your little breathy whisper to flex his thigh. You couldn’t help your own straining to tighten around the movement, trying to unsuccessfully meet that rhythm when he held you at bay instead.

“You,” he groaned out in desperation against your neck, a sweet kiss placed there that shattered the front he was putting. He was lifting his face back away from you after that, the furrowed brow and tensed jaw on his expression sending a hot course of pleasure into your clit as you continued a slow pursuit on his thigh and letting you leisurely drown in ecstasy the more you moved.   

“Me?” you asked in a teasing tone, craning your head back further exposing the soft skin of your throat he had been fixated on beforehand. You slightly tugged his head back away from your own to expose his neck, watching his nostrils flare and face pinch up before you could feel the stare from underneath his glasses; a plea perhaps. You paid it no mind, arching your back further and pushing your heaving chest outwards for his gaze while you tried not to take notice when his eyes that were barely discernible through his glasses fell to your breasts when you did so that made you all the more excited. Instead you were kicking your foot against his like he had done before to you to bring his eyes back as you smirked that you had caught him staring, “How could I make you distracted?”

Kento tugged you back closer, your chest slanting against him as his new attitude and breathy words altered the ambiance from fighting in the air between you two to something he used whenever he was prowling after you in the bedroom. The adrenaline was still coursing through you whenever you watched his glasses slightly slide down to give you view to his dilated pupils, his hold on your back nearly startling as he leaned down closer to you, “Your carelessness, the way you’ve been steadily losing control, the way you’ve been watching me the entire time… that damn skirt I can’t stand to look at right now…” he all but groaned out that last part, eyebrows twitching and teeth gritting as his chest heaved in tune with yours and urged your hips rougher onto his thigh.

You sighed whenever your clit began to tingle from all the pleasure and the mere fact you two were doing all of that in public, the adrenaline morphing and combining your eagerness for sex to follow in on his movement, but instead to keep him at bay as the hand still holding your weapon crept along his belt and skimmed across the front of his pants that were already bulging out.

You grinned.

“You’re already hard? Have you been hard this entire time watching me? Did you like seeing every peek of my panties you could get? Did you think about just what you could do with them whenever you could get the chance? Did you think about taking them off of me and wrapping them around your cock –”

You didn’t get very far finishing the sentence, his patience and desperation clouding his actions as he leaned into your body. Perhaps chasing after what you sought, his temple pressing into yours and his lips slightly trembling as they found their way onto your ear.

“You’re distracting me,” he sighed, mouth coming closer as he heatedly spoke those words, “and it’s best we don’t do this here unless…” he trailed off for a moment, dark eyes momentarily leaving your face to glance around the area with an inquisitive look as though seeming something else caught his attention.

You, however, were intrigued, the new side of Kento something you had never really seen. Yes you had seen him somewhat agitated whenever he fought curses, but those times were nothing compared to what you had seen earlier with his ferocious movements and near unrecognizable harsh burst of cursed energy he had been emitting. You liked that look in his eyes, an icy anger and adrenaline-hazed in his pupils that grew which each passing moments and only widened the more he looked at you, but also the desperation he like displayed whenever you turned around and prowled after him. You liked the way his body seemed to be coiled up a predator about to strike down its prey for the kill.

Something was off about him�� and you began to know exactly what it was.

Whether it was just him getting worked up watching you or perhaps he felt the same way you did that your date was ruined, it was clear that he was pent up with frustration.

You didn’t give him a chance to finish whatever he was going to say, tilting your head closer to him as you skimmed your lips across his in a mock tease to let his eyes return back to your face with an indescribable glint. You untangled your fingers from those blonde locks, trailing a nail down his neck as you smiled against his mouth and gave a long, slow roll onto his thigh and letting him feel the pulsing of your cunt as you did so.

“So what are you gonna do, Kento? What are you gonna do about me distracting you?”

It was a split second and your eyes widened, the sudden burst of cursed energy from him in front of you and another creature behind you raising your hackles and nearly diminishing the arousal you felt within you if it hadn’t been for Kento’s actions.

It was another hard swing of his arm, the grunt and hot breath leaving him pushed out against your mouth in a near kiss as he swung through yet another curse that had snuck up behind you in your fascination with him. You could hear the flesh split and blood splatter, slightly turning your head to peek once more as you noticed that time he had cut off the head of the curse for getting too close you. You watched dazedly as he flicked his weapon free of blood again, the hand on your back cradling you into his body smoothing down your skin in a slow caress of comfort.

You could barely stop the moan leaving you after he did it too, grinding farther up on his thigh to wet his pants and brushing your knuckles against his hard cock as you placed a kiss on his bottom lip. He didn’t grant it to you for too long however, letting his hand fall off your back before he was stepping away from you altogether but a few inches, untangling all his limbs from you and removing his glasses to place them in his pocket in the process. His tie remained wrapped tight around his fist as he rolled up his sleeves better, the thick corded muscles of his forearms bulging with the movement before he deftly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

His hair was still messed up, and the blood was still smeared underneath his jaw.

God, fuck, he looked good.

Kento regarded you for a few moments as you both stared at each other with clear ravenous desire electrifying the air between you two. You nearly wanted to take a step forward to initiate it with that kiss you still wanted, but Kento was once again beating you to the punch with a long sigh that sounded so deliciously sinful and bordering on a groan it stopped you in your pursuit and dampened your panties more.

“I suppose I’ll just have to make do there since anything and everything will interrupt us out here.”

You rose a brow, “Meaning…?”

He fixed you with another leveled stare, cheeks flushing from agitation, arousal, embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but something told you it was something perhaps darker and that you were wound tight in the trap set by him. He took another breath, heavy and oh-so loud, then took one step forward and tensing up as he grew nearer once more. His lips parted as he stalked you, the words coming out shocking your nerves and burning that fire behind your naval brighter.

“Meaning… I am going to finish what you started in that alleyway behind us and fuck you."

Then without further ado, and with another remarkable show of his speed he had thrown you over his shoulder, a squeal leaving your mouth as you found yourself staring at the blue fabric of his shirt covering his back and his broad shoulder digging into your abdomen. He had picked you up with one arm, the feat of the strength he possessed always surprising you and shooting white-hot pleasure straight down into your core. A small, giggling snort left you, pressing your boobs as much as you could into his back as you felt him stiffen from the feeling and your hand ghosting down to swat at his ass in further attempts to set him off.

The eye you were able to see from his side profile made a slow shift towards you for a desperate look, the vein in his temple near throbbing and his cheeks a very bright red from all your teasing. You would’ve felt wounding him up after being pissed off from your date getting ruined, but Kento had made zero complaints that he had wanted you to stop at all. Besides, it wasn’t like it would be the first time you two did anything similar.

You spent your time staring the blue hue of his shirt and subtly slipping a finger underneath his harness to ever-so often to slap it against his taut back as he finally made way to the alley, letting you down gently and taking your weapon away from your hand to slip it onto his back along with his own. Your pussy was throbbing by then in anticipation to what he had planned, and you didn’t have to wait long when you made eye contact with him again.

And from the look in his eyes, he was going to have his way with you and fuck you in a gritty, secluded alleyway that no regular person would dare to walk down in fear of what was in the darkness.

God, it shouldn’t have been as hot as it seemed.

“Good?” he asked, nervousness painting along his features for what you had to say – or if you were to decline that time. And it didn’t take a genius to know what he was asking of you.

“Good. And you?”

“Perfect.”

It was fast as Kento’s mouth descended onto yours, his hands cradling your face in desperate kiss as you walked backwards for him to press yourself against the wall. Your shoulder blades dug into the brick of the alleyway before you felt him close in on you and curl an arm underneath your knee to lift your leg up and pin your thigh up against the wall. His hips were already digging into either side of your inner thighs, his pelvis nearly inches away from your own as your skirt finally rode up to let him feast eyes on what he wanted most in that moment. You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you bit your lip watching him already get to work and fluttering your eyes when you realized what he was doing.

Kento wasted no time dragging a knuckle down the front of your panties, a desperate noise leaving him whenever he pressed down onto the wet material before ultimately deciding he wasn’t going to have to waste any time with you. A finger coiled underneath the lace covering your pussy, pulling it to the side, and then he was sinking a lone, thick middle finger into you and cursing under his breath whenever you moaned unabashedly loud and clenched around the appendage while shallowly rocking your hips forward onto him.

He didn’t spare you any glance, face downwards as his fingers tightened on your thigh pinning it harder into the wall it nearly left indentions while he only watched the movement of his finger leaving you and returning you and coming out more coated with your juices each time he did so. You watched his dark eyebrows angle down more, a muscle bulging out in his jaw whenever the sounds of your soaked pussy began to fill quiet alleyway before he was speaking in a condescending tone, “Why are you so wet?”

You tried to tug him closer, a ‘Mmm’ leaving you whenever he picked up the pace and added another finger that slid in way too easy and leaving him to grunt again when you enthusiastically returned that with a higher-pitched moan. However Kento stayed steady, keeping his eyes down watching himself finger you and pinning your thigh higher up on the wall as you indulged him, “You mean why am I wet after watching you act like that and when you let me ride on your thigh? God Kento, you should know how wet you get me…”

His face twisted again, a slight look up towards your face underneath his eyelashes that nearly made you shiver from how blown his pupils were before he gently pulled his fingers out of you. His fingers were absolutely drenched with you, and he was examining them for a brief moment until he returned his hand and let it skim gently across your slit with a finger tickling at your clit and slowly using the pad of his finger to begin circling it. You let out a quiet whine, fingers twisting into his shirt more as you tilted your head against wall and slowly rolled your hips in tune to his ministrations.

Suddenly his finger was gone, taking all the pleasure he had been giving you for the brief moment and he lifted his head back up to look at you with a scowl and his voice deathly calm in a murmur, “You can do better than this.”

You squirmed whenever his finger brushed by your opening again, teasing you with putting a finger in to one knuckle before pulling it away and returning to soft touches to your clit. “Just touch me please.”

Kento regarded you with a sigh, pinching your clit for the whine and giving you what you wanted. He wasn’t finished with the teasing though, spending a few more rounds alternating from curling his fingers against your walls and pulling them free whenever he felt like it, and rubbing your clit in circles as you started to turn into a moaning, drooling mess biting into his shoulder from all the stimulation. Yet every time you sighed and your eyes nearly rolled back when you felt your cunt begin to loosen with an impending orgasm, he was pulling away and leaving you hanging that had you shaking in his hold and biting harder into his shirt.

You gained another bit of clarity from your swirling haze when you felt his fingers drag excruciatingly slow in circles along your thigh he had pinned against the wall, a vibrating hum leaving his throat whenever he felt your legs begin to shake. That hand trailed up and moved to lie palm up on the wall next to your head, the other pulling away from your pussy and letting it slide in a smooth, tantalizing graze until he glided up in-between your breasts before he laid his palm flat there. You could feel the wetness of your pussy juice coating his fingers through your shirt as he gently pushed your body back off of his to lean you against the wall. He took a moment to access your conditions, and when seeing no signs of backing out he continued onwards.

Your half-lidded eyes fell on his face, watching him grow closer until he was mouthing his next words around your lips and knocking his pelvis into yours.

“Tell me what you want,” Kento huffed so heatedly into your mouth, a barely there bite to your bottom lip and a small squeeze to one of your breasts.

Your whole body was trembling, fingers twisting into his shirt and mind drunk for him as your cunt all drenched along your inner thighs and pleading to be filled by him fluttered from his sinful tone. “Please, just let me cum – touch me, Kento,” you all but begged, bratty demeanor from before all but gone.

“And why should I do that?” His voice was low, eyelashes dipping more over his dark eyes that seemed to grow brighter the more you lost your composure. His hand left your chest after that, gliding back down as he pinched at your soaked panties.

“Because… just please, I understand what I did,” you whined out, trying to kiss at his lips again but to no avail. You nearly felt like thrashing around, the want to cum and need have him inside too strong and making you lose some of your sense.

A ‘Hmm’ was breathed out around you, two pads of his fingers rubbing the fabric of your lace panties together, “You did show you could do better letting your pussy get more wet for me, but…” he slid your panties down an inch, “you need to learn to be patient,” he finally hissed out, his tone losing that calm form and coiling into that barely restrained one you heard earlier whenever you had been teasing him.

You weren’t giving up, desperate for his entire being as one hand of yours slid back into his hair and massaged the back of his skull, “I am patient! I’ll do what you want me to do, just – please.”

Kento didn’t reply to you for a moment, only a sigh leaving his mouth that sounded just as condescending as it felt before he pulled your panties down another inch with the cool air tickling your soaked lower half. “You’ll do what I want? You’ll listen and only cum when I say you can?”

You wiggled up against his chest, arching your back away from the wall and trying to get closer to him and his clothed hard cock pressing against your abdomen, “Yesyesyesyesyes, anything.”

He was getting better at it. And hadn’t broke character once.

You’d definitely reward him for it a later time.

Kento only pulled away far enough to lean down and tear your horribly drenched panties off of you with a powerful sweep on his hand, pocketing them away in his pants for safekeeping. He closed in on you faster than before, and in one easy maneuver he yanked you up into his front harder with a steel arm wrapped around your back before instructing you further with orders.

“Up.”

You jumped up rather wobbly, his hands falling to settle on your thighs in a squeeze as you wrapped them around his waist. He pushed you back against the wall to lean in and plunge another harsh kiss onto your mouth as he grounded his cock up against your naked cunt, biting at your lower lip again when you whined and pulling away to mouth at your jawline before making his way to your ear and whispering his next command against your earlobe with a biting tease.

“Undo my pants.”

You weren’t able to wait any longer, hurriedly releasing your hands from where they were holding onto him and you miraculously were able to loosen his belt free and pull him out with a teasing squeeze. You barely held in a moan when you felt him so vulnerable in your hand, a shudder leaving you when you realized he was about to put himself inside of you and from his reaction to you touching him so heavy.

Kento’s lips and teeth detached themselves from your jawline frighteningly quick, his handsome, chiseled features twisting into pleasure as he threw his head back a brief angle and let out a groan from your touch. You nearly wanted to bite down onto his Adam’s apple exposed so nicely to you, and you would’ve if he hadn’t tilted his head back down with a wild glint in his eyes and used one hand to push yours away from his cock and hold them together against your breasts. The other left your thigh as well, leaving you suspended in the air by just his strength and weight as he rose his hand palm up right under your mouth.

“Spit.”

His curt, clipped tones only served to continue and turn you on, eagerly complying to him as you rolled your tongue around in your mouth to produce more saliva until the inside was completely full of your spit. You puckered your lips afterwards and drooled a decent amount of spit into his palm as his fingers teased at the edge of your lips while you did so, your drool getting caught in the corners of your mouth and wetting your chin once you were finished. A harsh tingle found its way into your clit once more when you watched his nostrils flare at your willingness and the way you were complying to his orders so quickly, a quirk to the corner of his own lips as he pulled his hand away from your face tickling your chin and freed your wrists.

“Good girl,” he praised you once, and in a quick display of reflexes and experience he had learned with you, he reached down with one hand and coated his cock with your spit and mixed it in with his precum, letting a long grunt leave him as he threw his head back once more when he began stroking himself to completely cover his dick with the makeshift lube. His other hand curled around your nape once more, squeezing the area as he shuffled closer to you suddenly, and you felt the recognizable feeling of his hot cock rubbing up against your entire cunt.

You squirmed again, locking your arms around his neck as you lifted yourself up a bit by arching your back waiting for the inevitable. Kento grunted at your eagerness, eyes squeezing shut along with yours whenever you wiggled down more onto his bare cock as your moans mingled together with your mouths so close together whenever you felt his tip brush against your opening. Kento let out a heated huff as he guided himself more into you, his cockhead breaching inside of you while his expression twisted into one of concentration.

“Kento,” you breathe, all breathy and pleading around his lips, “Please.”

His patience had worn thin then you understood, his cock finally pushing further inside of you somewhat slowly and even with how wet you had gotten from the fingering and pussy slapping, it still was quite the fit given Kento was someone who had girth. He was so thick, so searing, it was nearly too much for you to handle even though you had taken his cock countless times before. Though he continued into you as you arched and squirmed from the stretch of him pulling your pussy walls taut, your fingers twisted at the collar of his shirt when you suddenly heard him grunt in frustration then grip your hip in a near bruising hold before shoving the rest of him inside of you in one harsh thrust.

You couldn’t help the loud moan escaping you, the red-hot heat of his cock inside of you and the nerve-tingling pleasure of your cunt squeezing him impossibly tight and shocking your body nearly unbearable for you to even handle as you finally got him inside of you.

Kento seemed to be fairing somewhat better, a hot kiss planted on your mouth when jerked himself as far as he could inside of you, and his voice so low and sinful in your face it was a wonder you weren’t gushing all over him then. “How perfect,” his breath mingled with yours once more, your noses skimming across one and another’s as you began to find it too hard to kiss him back from the coil of pleasure burning behind your naval. “It’s like you were made for me, weren’t you? You’re my girl, aren’t you?” his fingers tightened on your nape, teeth scraping against your bottom lip as he pulled a choked gasp from you with one shallow push of his hips into you.

“Only yours,” you managed in your near drunken stupor, legs shaking around his waist as he started up a slow round of thrust in a mouthwatering angle. A high-pitched moan left you when his free hand teasingly brushed across your clit once more and you rolled your hips downwards to further impale yourself onto his cock, testing his patience in the meanwhile when you heard another long exhale leave him when you bit his lip in tune to clenching up around his dick. “Only you can get me this wet and fuck me like this.”

Perhaps… you should’ve backed off with the tempting words.

Kento was still for a moment before he shifted your higher up against the wall to where his mouth had access to your neck, his breath hot in puffs against it once he got there and with one bite into the junction between your shoulder and neck, he spoke his last command for the time being.

“Lock your ankles.”

Oh, God.

You fluttered your eyelashes at his request, a squirm of excitement tingling down into your pussy as the words nearly made you cum and you unabashedly whimpered in his ear after he growled them out into your throat, your booted feet accompanied with heels locking around his body and letting the dull edge of your heels press into the delicious dip of his lower back.

Better hold on tight.

He pulled out of you slowly one last time and let his tip glide up across your slit and clit before he was burying himself into your cunt with a quick, snap of his hips. The press of him against your sweet spot was harsher that time and the stretch better as it ended up letting you give out a breathless moan, your chest beginning to heave with pants and whines when he set an unforgiving and powerful pace. A pace that sent you spiraling back down into the path of a release that did as much for you as it did for him, the pulsing and fire inside of you raging as he continued to pound away at you.

Your gasps and whines began to line up to the rhythm of his harsh thrusts, your chin coming down to fall onto his shoulder once more as you bit and mouthed away at this shirt to try keep yourself grounded. You rocked your hips as best as you could, trying to incite him into fucking you harder and faster all the while chasing that pressure behind your naval that grew heavier and bigger the more he rapidly entered and left you. You wanted to hear more of his noises, the slight low grunts he was giving not enough as your fingers twisted harder and you let your nails dig into his nape. You wanted him to lose himself in the fitted wetness that was your cunt.

Kento busied himself to kissing and biting along the column of your throat, bouncing you harder as your back began to slide up and down the brick wall behind you and rub your skin through your shirt. You paid it no mind (he’d probably curse himself later as he tended to skin of your back in a bath), too caught up in the rough thrusting as you instead took notice of the steel cold of his belt buckle rubbing into your thigh on one side and the leather of it rubbing onto your other. His groan was muffled into your neck when you squeezed your thighs tighter.

You parted off from sucking on his shoulder with another hair-raising moan, angling your head far back enough so that the back of your skull was knocking against the brick, “Fuck –” your eyes nearly rolled back when his grip on you turned bruising and your tightened at the thought bruises being left behind. Your words came out in the rhythm of each hard thrust, the breath of you getting knocked out each time he quickly entered you and slammed up into your cunt. “I – love – it – when you – get – rough – it feels – so fucking – good!”

Your breathy little admission and the louder and filthier your mouth got earned you the noisy groan you had been wanting, that one hand releasing your hip to slam into the wall beyond you, that you swore nearly shattered the brick, and the other one leaving your nape to trail two fingers along your jawline until he was diving them into the hot expanse of your mouth. Kento pressed his two fingers down onto your tongue, an unspoken word for you to suck on them, and you did so greedily. You could feel your pussy tightening up along with that coil in your abdomen, the warning from earlier not to cum until he told blaring out in your mind before you shoved it away and fell towards your own pleasure.

The smacks you were hearing was both of your skin damp with sweat slapping against each other with every thrust he made and straining you were able to hear the slippery sounds of your cunt getting horribly wrecked. You moaned around his fingers when he grunted harshly into your neck, your head lulling to right and –

You nearly froze, the hair rising on your neck as you took notice of the curse hobbling along towards the both of you with a curious tilt to its head and another slight step of a sound caused you to move your head around to stare at the one approaching Kento from behind. Fear struck you for short moments, your eyes widening and body tensing up as you made a noise complaint around his fingers trying to get his attention that you two were not alone anymore. Though as Kento said before with you distracting him, he almost didn’t take notice and you almost reached around to grab your weapon to swing at one if Kento hadn’t already beat you to the punch.

“Ken –"

The curse to right of you took one step too close and you watched oh-so fascinatingly and so goddamn aroused when Kento’s fingers in your mouth left abruptly with drool stuck to them and caught the curse by its neck, his hand and forearm corded with thick veins bulging outwards in a display of raw strength before he twisted the neck of the curse around and smashed its head into the wall until it exploded in a smog of purple. He was quick again when you heard another annoyed grunt leave him and the hand on the wall disappeared and he reached behind for his blade, and with one clean sweep behind his back without even looking, dislodging the head of the curse with a harsh thrust up into your sopping cunt.

He had done all of that… without looking… with his face buried in your neck… and with him still fucking you…

You couldn’t help it, you came right then and there, so unbelievably turned on that he had done that so aggressively and without even stopping his momentum.

Your nails had made their way scratching down his back through his shirt as you rode out the entirety of your intense orgasm. You were glad Kento had returned his hand from where he had beat that curse against the wall to wrap back around your waist because you were sure you would’ve fallen apart onto the ground with how you finally came down from the euphoria and your limbs all but felt useless to you. He had continued to fuck you through the rushing release, your mind content to allow him to do so since you were all caught up with trying to calm your racing heart down along with your erratic breathing.

For that you heard him grunt and pull his hand away from your back as did his thrusting coming to a stop once he felt your thighs jerking around his waist. You wondered why he stopped as you blinked yourself out of the drunken-like haze that was your paradise; you may have been a little muddled from the way he made you cum but you knew he hadn’t cummed then. You got your answer when he pulled back from you and let you lie your back more against the wall, his dark eyes briefly watching your chest move with your fast breathing before rising back to your lusted-out expression. He waited until you weren’t breathing as hard and then his hands were falling back to grasp both your hips after returning his weapon to his back, his voice deadly calm as he regarded you.

“Did you just cum?”

You rolled your shoulders, sighing whenever he rose a dark eyebrow and waited for you to explain yourself, “Mmm, yes, just – keep going –”

He cut you off, a dumbfounded expression on his face as his eyes darted around your face, “Are you sure…?”

You wanted to sigh. So much for not breaking character. You indulged him with a breathy noise, tightening your thighs around his waist and flexing your cunt around his cock, “Yes, now – keep going… Be mean and… y’know. Unless I have to do all the work again…” you trailed off, a mischievous ploy in your words you hoped spurred him on.

His fingers tightened up on your hips, feeling your cunt flutter around him once more as his jaw clenched. And somehow, you found yourself on your feet confused for a moment… Like he’d moved too fast for you to actually follow…

“Um…” And it was a brief few seconds before your mind caught up with your body.

Kento had pulled himself out of you and gently dropped you to stand level on the ground. You let out an indignant noise in response before trying to find your way back onto his cock, but in another display of his strength he had turned you around, your chest and cheek pressed against the brick and your hands lying flat against it as well. Your back ended up bent in that position as he pulled your hips back into and you were bouncing on his awaiting cock once more. The new position had you moaning louder, his own hissing exhale from how deep he went in and slid in so easily from how wet you were following right behind you as he started up a pace.

There was no chance to gather your thoughts, Kento’s behavior was bordering on losing control as he pressed his weight onto you and pinned you hard to the wall. His mouth found its way to your ear again, breath hot in your ear as he started off his depraved words for you and you alone to hear.

“It was your loud mouth that attracted their attention,” he gravelly started, one hand on your hip leaving as two fingers found your swollen and sensitive clit, “What is it? Can’t even keep yourself quiet even when you got something in your mouth? Or was it you couldn’t find the words to tell me you wanted to cum?”

You couldn’t form an answer to that, too engrossed with the pleasure he was giving you into your still sensitive and gushing cunt while simultaneously rubbing away at your clit in a fast pace. What you managed was a whining noise, fucking back onto his cock as his fingers slowed down on your clit and held off your new rapidly approaching orgasm. You nearly wanted to cry out in frustration from his ridiculous self-control, yet you were branching out on another cry whenever his fingers molded themselves into your hips with a quick pull backwards onto his cock.

You squealed, pressing your breasts harder into the wall as he started back up into your ear again. "Focus. Tell me what you want.”

“I want – mmm God, I want –”

He squeezed your hips, his own smacking loudly against your ass before a thumb found its way into your mouth and his teeth latched onto your earlobe before repeating himself again, “Say it. Tell me how much you want me to cum inside of you. Tell me how much you want me to cum and how you’ll barely be able to hold it inside of you. Tell me you want me to fuck my cum into you. Tell me how much you want to be a good girl for me.”

He was commanding you then, your eyes squeezing shut in tune to how your pussy clenched around him to his sinful words. The cutting edge to them told you that he was leaving you no room to even try and escape from answering him, your toes curling inside of your boots when he picked up his thrusts and huffed heatedly against your cheek.

Your whines were airy, face feeling flustered as you heeded his order, “Please, Kento, I’ll do anything – I want you to cum inside of me so bad –”

You cut yourself off when his fingers left your clit, thinking perhaps he was giving you what you wanted until that hand came down onto your ass in a resounding slap. You lurched forward from it, biting your lip trying to muffle a load moan as your pussy gushed more around his cock and the slippery sounds of your two’s debauchery grew louder in the alleyway. Your body felt like mush then, legs shaking under his form as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“More.”

You could nearly feel the exasperated tears well up in your eyes, nails scratching at the brick and legs spreading wider for him as he bent your body down further and his fingers found your clit once more. Kento started up his teasing circles, chest heaving into your back as you tried once more in a shaky voice to appease his commands, “I want you to ruin me, fuck me dumb like a slut and can only think of you.”

You could feel his brow furrow against the side of your face, sweat lining in with yours as his hips picked up in a dangerous smacking with his balls following in pursuit to slapping into your pussy and clit as his fingers picked up the speed on your clit. Your eyes nearly rolled when you felt yourself falling back into your second release, gasping moans leaving your parched mouth as he grew desperate and started groan into your cheek. It spurned you on, you wanted to push him further to get him to act out more.

“I want you to fuck me so hard and cum in me so much there’s no way that I’m not pregnant. Come on, Kento –” you broke off in a heated moan, sweaty forehead grinding into the brick as you continued to babble whatever he possibly wanted to hear to get him and yourself to cum. "Fuck me till I'm pregnant – please – cum in me as much as you want until your baby's in me –"

His fingers pushed harder onto your clit, a white-hot burst behind your eyelids as you felt him teeter into a breakneck speed into your cunt. It nearly stopped you from getting the rest of your sentence out, but you managed to gasp it out you finally entered the throes of your second orgasm.

You couldn’t take it.

His fingers felt too good on your swollen clit, his cock so fucking hot and thick inside of you as it jutted into your deepest region, everything just fucking smelling like him, your brain churning into pure depravity as you listened to him groan and grunt as he increased his pace, your lower abdomen pulling and stretching out so far, and holy fucking shit –

You were sure what you garbled out was a variation of his name, but you weren’t too sure considering you were preoccupied trying not to pass out.

You were definitely sure then if he hadn’t kept a firm hold of your hips you would’ve collapsed and slid down the wall and onto the ground from how bad your legs were shaking. You didn’t necessarily care either when you felt a small dab drool escape your mouth around his thumb as you were too busy fighting off the aftershocks of your orgasm. That one was the most intense; your world – and your cunt – bursting like a champagne bottle when struck your entire body like a lightning strike. If you weren’t so needy to hear him cum you would’ve let your mind fall deep into the endorphins being given to you and tickling your body all the way down to your toes, your muscles and bones feeling like they had been liquefied and going numb.

The way he was still fucking you was on the frontlines of your thoughts, your body bouncing back and forth from the tenacity of his thrusts as your insides constricted and throbbed around him to help meet his own end. You didn’t have to wait long though as the mere feeling of you cumming around his cock pushed him over the edge, both hands on your hips tugging you backwards for one fierce thrust to let himself find your deepest point in the hot, mind-blowing pleasure that was your cunt and meet his end.

“Fuck!”

His body twitched behind you as his hands dug deeper into your flesh before he started to erratically jerk inside of you in slower strokes as his cum spurted out of him. Your eyes spun back and you moaned again when you felt the warm spurts of his cum shoot inside of your awaiting cunt and literally stuff you full to point you were sure you wouldn’t be able hold all of his cum within you. It nearly felt as if he never was going to stop, the new heat in your pussy sliding down throughout the inside of you. You could feel from the thick girth of the liquid passing through your cervix and into your wombs as Kento’s hips rocked slowly with each new spray into you until finally he came to a full stop with his cock sitting snugly inside of you to hold all of his cum in your cunt for the time being.

It was a few moments more longer as you both gathered your breath and bearings before he was slowly sliding out of you, his hands releasing you after one final squeeze and gliding across your ass, then completely leaving your body. After that he was spinning you around, hands finding your cheeks to angle your face towards him as he let his eyes roll over inch of your face and body.

“Are you alright?” Kento finally asked, voice still slightly breathy and face still flushed. His hair was even more messed up than before, his shirt wrinkled and you noticed his tie was still wrapped around his fist. He had tucked himself back into his pants and in those few moments you had been shaking against the wall, and you wiggled whenever you blinked into more clarity and he was pulling your skirt back down to shield your modesty.

You grinned dopily up at him, leaning further into him as you stuck your nose into his collarbone, “I’ve never felt better.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” he questioned again, a tilt of concern in his voice whenever you nearly stumbled into him.

“Absolutely not,” you mumbled and wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug, “I would’ve told you if you did.”

He sighed wrapping an arm around your waist and checking his watch whenever he noticed the sun beginning to set, “The Farmer’s Market is probably over by now.” Why did he sound somewhat melancholic?

(Of course, leave it to Nanami Kento to be upset he couldn't go to the Farmer's Market anymore after getting some pussy.)

You rolled your head upwards to study his face, an eyebrow cocking as he looked devilishly handsome in the oncoming sunset, “Are you still worried about that?”

Kento looked back to you, eyebrows knitting together as he started to walk you both of out the alley, “I’m only saying that because you were the one whining whenever I dropped the basket.”

“You didn’t drop it, you slapped a curse with it and then threw it at another one. Besides… not too worried about it since I got something else in the end.”

“Hmm.”

“C’mon, you know you liked it too. Especially when I told you to put –”

“Don’t finish that sentence. Especially since I’m not done with you yet.”

“What. I can barely feel my legs.”

“I know, and after I find my jacket and we report what happened to the school we’re going home where I’m, as you said, ‘putting another baby in you’.”

“Ugh, whatever, but since you get your jacket can I have my panties back, you freak.”

“No. They’re mine.”

“No way you’re gonna make me walk around with no panties on…”

“I am and –”

He slapped your ass again, causing you to jolt and squeal as he leant down and whispered in your ear again as you laughed.

“A single drop of me better not come out of you until we get home.”

[truly-morgan]

[Baby caretaking, pining]

XiCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 03-04-2021

[#xicheng modern, baby caretaking, pining]

College student jc who has to take care of his recently dead sister and her husband son. Its rather hard to do, since he has no one else to help him, but he does his best. 

He's thankful that his teacher don't mind him bringing jl to his classes, sitting at the back taking note in silence. He's also happy that jl is a rather quiet baby and doesn't start crying or making too much noise when he's in class. 

He already knew lxh a bit before, but the man slowly entered his life a bit more afterwards, helping around with jl. He learns quickly that jc won’t accept him helping with giving money or anything that would be pricy because he doesn’t want to have to repay him, so he helps with small thing like taking care of jl when jc has an exam the next day or is too close to a dead line, doing babysitting when jc has to work and the nice wife of his boss couldn’t do it for him anymore (he doesn’t have the money to spare for a babysitter and he repay lxh by doing a meal since the man won’t accept money). They grow closer as weeks go by, jc slowly letting lxh help him out a bit more. 

Of course, lxh falls head over heel for the young “dad” who is truly trying his best, yet he doesn’t tell him. How could he when jc has already so much to worry about? He doesn’t need to worry about unrequired love. Plus, he wouldn’t want for his genuine help to be seen as something he was using to get jc to give him a chance “because look all I did for you!”. 

And of course, jc also falls for lxh, but won’t tell him. How could he not fall for the handsome man who is helping him out so much without asking for anything and is also very interesting? But he won’t tell him, because he doesn’t want to be a burden for lxh. After all, there a difference between starting to date normally and doing so while taking care of a child. 

JL grows up taken care by his jiujiu, lxh basically a second guardian at this point by how often he was around helping jc and even present at big event. He grows up seeing the two man basically dancing around each other and juts pining for one another, thing slowly falling into place as he gets older and understand thing better about romance. 

He ends up trying to play matchmaking (joined by his friends), pushing them a bit more towards each other as best as he could, but these two are just /too/ stupid to get together so he just sits them down and straightforwardly tell them to “talk it out, am tired of seeing you two pins for one another”.

They do end up actually confessing, under the careful eye of jl who won’t let them just backoff. They start dating after basically 15 years of looking like a couple who’s trying to raise a kid.

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[eijishimas]

this is wrong.

masterlist.

content warnings: 18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up. just some reki masturbating to y/n’s instagram photos, oops. brief mentions of pillow humping at the end. f!reader.

notes: found in my drafts while i was cleaning out my notes, so here we are. also this was meant to be a drabble and turns out i can’t write anything but long fics about reki kyan tf.

wc: 1.0k

Reki’s hand was wrapped tightly around his dick, his headband lopsided as he felt incredibly hot in all his layers of his skate attire. He was breathing heavily, moaning into his pillow as he fisted his cock. It was late at night, he should really not be doing this. It was wrong. It was so awfully wrong to be masturbating to pictures of you, his closest friend aside from Langa. But he couldn’t help it. Your smile, your eyes, the way you smelled of fruit passion from your shampoo. He whimpered, eyes staying half lidded in an attempt to keep jerking it to your photo on screen. They weren’t even lewd photos either, just ones from your instagram that were completely innocent.

There were some photos on your feed of you out with friends having a couple of drinks, where your smile looked so radiant and genuine. Then there was another that was a selfie taken at golden hour, your skin clear as you had your tongue poked out goofily. God, you were so gorgeous. Reki could feel his heartbeat both in his chest and in his throbbing dick. His cock was practically drooling at the sight of you, at how much he wanted you, your body, so fucking badly. He was unbearably needy this late at night, but he couldn’t stop looking at his illuminated phone screen.

One of his favourites was most definitely the one of you in one of his t-shirts after a party. He remembered you slurring your words, begging him to give his shirt up because you were burning up in your top and besides, he had a lot of layers, he would still have a hoodie to wear. You had asked him for his shirt. Not Langa, but him. His ego skyrocketed that night, and you asked him to take a photo to commemorate the occasion. His teeth chewed on his bottom lip as he swiped through your instagram, finding that exact photo of you with his pink work shirt on, your face close to the camera with a wide, slightly intoxicated smile on your face. If he focused hard enough, he would be able to hear your flirty whispers and your silly giggles right to the shell of his ear. Reki shivered, feeling the knots in his stomach all the more prominently.

He gripped his cock tighter, trying to imagine how your hand would feel around him instead. Your fingers dancing along his sensitive skin, teasing his head with your thumb. Maybe if he was being good for you, you would slide your hot pussy down on his cock and he would be able to make you feel so good too. He wanted to make you feel just as good as you made him feel all the time. The mere idea of your fluttering cunt around him made another stray moan leave his mouth, his hand now moving erratically in an effort to make himself cum. He wanted you so bad. His body erupted in tremors, shaking from how horny he was. His eyes fluttered, threatening to close on him and to allow himself to get lost in the scenarios his perverted mind came up with. His mind felt so clouded, so foggy with the thoughts of you. He wanted you to open your mouth so he could give you all he had to offer, make white ropes all over your face and your chest. He wanted you.

Reki shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend like this, holy fuck this was so wrong but you were so nice to him. He wanted you to be nice to him, just in another way. As he kept pumping himself, he whined again into his pillow to muffle the sound. He wondered if you would like how loud he was, how much he moaned for how fucking incredible you made him feel.

He could feel his balls tightening, but he needed more. Opting to switch his position, Reki placed his phone on his bed and sat up on his knees. Taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, he tugged his headband off to rake a shaky hand through his untamed red hair. Fuck.

Fuck.

His jawline jutted out perfectly, his eyes looking down at the picture of you on his phone so ravenously. “Y/n,” his voice came out muffled due to him holding up his shirt, his stomach exposed to the moonlight streaming in through his window, “Please Y/n.” He moaned as he fucked into his hand, not wanting to close his eyes in fear that he would lose sight of you in all your — technically his — pink shirt and innocent smile glory. Feeling a tight snap in his lower body, Reki let out a final, wanton moan. His form crumpled over as he aimed right for his phone. He came all over your face as best he could, his eyes hazed with lust as he mumbled about how good you were to him, how nice you were for letting him even cum, and how you could take his dick so well. His face was burning up, a clear sheen of sweat forming on his forehead and making his body glisten in the low lighting of the night.

He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm, chest heaving as he caught his breath. An overwhelming feeling of shame flooded through him. He needed to stop doing this. He really needed to stop this dirty habit of his. It was so fucking wrong and very much perverted. Though deep down, he knew he wouldn’t. Reki knew damn well he would be coming back to those photos again the next day, after he would see you at the skatepark again.

If only he were aware of how you grind on your pillow each night to the thought of him, specifically that one moment where he had hugged you from behind and you felt the outline of his semi hard on against your ass. Your hands gripping the sheets as you wear that pink shirt of his that never quite lost that scent of him, crying out how much you wanted him instead.

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[duskamethyst]

heated.

a/n: first fic of 2021 and i just missed writing smut. i didn’t know how to end it lol but i feel like it’s something that we all can relate.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, quirkless AU

warnings: degradation, orgasm denial, angry fucking, intoxication (voluntarily), car sex, bakugou being an annoying little shit

pairing: bakugou x f!reader

♪ music rec: f&mu by kehlani ♪

summary: you don’t know the reason why bakugou is mad at you and purposely avoid confrontations about it. it makes you pissed and annoyed so you decide to make him taste his own medicine. 

“and where the fuck are you going?” your boyfriend glares at you from the couch as he scrutinizes the skimpy dress you have on while you nonchalantly walk from the room and reach for the front door. bakugou has been giving you an attitude these past couple of days and whenever you try to confront him about it, he just ignores you and walks out of the room. 

you know something is bothering him when he starts to act up but you grow annoyed when he decides to not talk about it so you plan on doing the same and let him taste his own medicine until he comes clean about what has been going around in his mind. you’re not going to let him have his way all the time.

you already list out the things that could’ve displease him but he probably wants to keep you guessing. he really got on your last nerve so you’re not going to waste time putting up with his childish behavior when he can simply be straightforward about it.

rolling your eyes, you turn to look at him. “i’m going to the club with my friends.” 

you miss the twitch on his eye when you turn back around and open the door, wanting to immediately leave the house without sparing a glance back to the angry male. 

“i’m coming with you,” he says, making you stop in your tracks before turning to him in confusion. “you heard me, dumbass.”

you don’t know if you’re relieved that he still chooses to tag along with you, considering the fact that he has been trying to avoid you around the house but the thought about how tense the whole car ride would be dreads you more. without leaving you a second to reply anything back, bakugou walks to the room to change his clothes. 

you could’ve just ignored him and left but that wouldn’t be the best idea since he’s not in such a great mood so you wait there until he walks past you and steps out from the house. 

“the fuck you’re waiting for?” he glances back at you over his shoulder while walking towards his car. 

yeah, maybe you should’ve just left him. 

and you were absolutely right about the car ride being tense– it easily ruined your mood too. none of you said a word (if not for the fact that he was yelling madly to a lot of people on the road) to each other and you only kept staring blankly out the window. he usually liked to put his hand on your thigh as he drove but you already expected that, judging from your past experiences. 

but your mood lifts up as soon as you see your friends again, completely ignoring and oblivious to bakugou’s presence as you swallow down drinks after drinks until you feel completely lightheaded and intoxicated. 

bakugou only sits down by the bar as he watches you dance with your friends. aside from wanting to make sure to run up to you if you are to pass out (he tells himself that your friends can’t carry you) or need the toilet to puke, he also makes a mental note to watch if any guys dare to get closer to you. especially when he thinks that you look absolutely stunning tonight. but he also wonders why you have to pick that dress and initially decide to wear it without having him around. he knew he would have to tag along even when he didn’t really want to.

and there comes one hungry wolf.

bakugou observes as the man slowly creeps up behind you and carefully places a hand on your shoulder and immediately draws your attention to face the stranger. he leans closer to whisper in your ear while you try to listen through the blasting music and process through your clouded head. bakugou hates to admit that the man isn’t that bad looking but he knows that you’ll push him right away and not because he is in your presence– but because even if he’s not around to look after you, he believes that it’s something you would do, so he was never worried to let you go out with your friends. 

and his eyes remain still at the two of you. for the most part, he only wants to witness the rejected look on the damned dude who even dared to lay his hand on you. the bastard should’ve realized that you’re way out of his league and maybe he would save some embarrassment for tonight. 

seconds pass by in minutes and you still haven’t pushed the guy away. instead, you entertain him and the whispers go back to back between the two of you as if sharing some sort of secret that only you both know. it suddenly makes him feel like he’s the intruder gawking over another guy’s girlfriend. 

from his fixed gaze, it’s almost as if bakugou hasn't blinked. he doesn’t miss the giggle and the smile on your lips as he wraps his arms around you before swaying your bodies together while your perfect ass brushes against his groin teasingly. 

you should know better not to do that. you should know better that your boyfriend can easily knock the guy out, doesn’t matter if he’ll get kicked out for it. you should–

oh, you know alright. and you know well what you’re doing.

the moment you turn your linked bodies to face his way with a smirk tug on your lips and the guy burying his face on the crook of your neck– he realizes that you’re trying to push his buttons.

bakugou is fuming from his seat. though the look on his face sends shivers down your spine, you can’t deny that it also makes you feel hot and bothered. but bakugou is not one to easily back down from a challenge. it’s petty and a waste of his time but a small piece of him wants to see how far you can go and he’s daring you to. 

it’s starting to make you feel annoyed when he still hasn't moved to pull you away so you try to step it up and provoke him further. with the guy’s hands around your body, you start to guide them down your hips and place them on your thighs, almost letting him touch and taste the sweet nectar in the middle, but not quite. your pussy is already aching for some relief but still, you’re not one to let a random stranger help you with it. 

bakugou’s hands are balled into fists– so hard his knuckles are turning white as he glares at the hands that you easily let roam around your body. the same body that only he is allowed to touch and leave marks on but he still owns the thinning patience spared inside him and continues to watch what tricks you have up your sleeves for your next act before he blows up.

you think his persistence tonight is quite surprising. usually he’d already pull you close without a second thought when a guy even dares to glance your way for too long– but at the fact that one is currently having his hands all over you? you think it’s pretty impressive at how long he’s keeping up. 

so you decide to amp up. 

you turn around to face back the man around you and wrap your arm around his neck. the hands that are resting on your thighs shift on your hips again and you take the chance to roll your hips more erratically to bait him into moving his hands further down to your ass by his own will.

like a moth drawn to a flame, he does just that. he shamelessly places his hands on your ass and gives it a light squeeze before shifting lower to the hem of your mini dress and deliberately grazing his fingers against the skin on your butt cheeks. 

“in three… two… one…”

the guy holding you is suddenly shoved further away as your body is pulled to another muscular build. you look up to see your angry boyfriend, his red irises matching the wrath in his eyes as he glowers at the startled man. 

“fuck off.” bakugou snarls and pulls you away with him before the guy can reply anything back to him. bakugou won’t be able to hold himself from beating the fuck out of him if he spares even a millisecond longer in there.

you feel sorry for using the guy, but it has been fun. bakugou’s reaction is definitely what you’ve been yearning for and your efforts have been deemed to be fruitful. that’ll show him what he gets for giving you the cold shoulder.

“katsuki, you’re walking too fast!” you complain, clicking your heels to match his pace as he has his grip on your wrist. bakugou opens the back seat of his car and forcefully pushes you in and makes you stumble on your back before getting in himself and closing the door shut. 

bakugou drags you closer to him by grabbing your thighs and you blink up innocently to him when he looms above your figure in the confined space of his back seat.

“‘suki?” you feign innocence even as your thighs are already pressing together from staring back into his intense and fiery eyes. 

“don’t give me that.” he snorts. “acting like you didn’t know what you did.”

“did what?” you reply coyly, jutting your bottom lip into a pout.

“oh, you don’t know?” bakugou presses your cheeks together with his hand. “open your mouth.”

he eases his grip on your face and spits in your mouth as soon as you oblige, “that’s what sluts get. swallow it.”

to spite him, you do as you’re told with no hesitation and swat his hand away, “you deserved it, asshole.”

a look of amusement quickly washes across his face, “i think you should be put in your fucking place.”

“yeah? make me.” you challenge.

“brat.” he smirks before his hand reaches under your dress to rip off your panties. you look at him in disbelief as he brings up the cloth to show how well he just shredded the pesky cloth off of you. “your favorite? oops.”

bakugou lifts up the hem of your dress to your waist and a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes as he sees how you’re already drenched. “i haven’t touched you yet and you’re already this wet?” he chuckles. “a fucking dirty slut, aren’t you?”

“then it’s probably because the guy was touching me earlier.” you say mindlessly and the cocky look on his face instantly falters, his eyebrows furrow as he remembers back the show you put on from minutes ago. 

“then you won’t be needing me to touch you, right?” he sneers while his thumb teasingly ghosts over your aching clit. “won’t be needing my tongue to clean up this dirty cunt, yeah?”

a pang of regret washes over you. maybe you took it too far just to spite him or maybe he’s just good at turning the tables around. either way, you know he’s trying to get you to beg for it. 

the silence from your side tells him everything he needs to know. bakugou can play this petty game too and he won’t let you win so easily. “are you going to beg for it, brat?”

the relief you’ve been wanting is right in front of you yet bakugou wants to be an ass about it. 

“no? you can go back to that fucking sleaze to help you out with it.” he jeers. 

“if i wanted to, i would’ve done it already.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to his hand but he slaps your thigh instead.

“really? what do you actually want then?” he squeezes the supple flesh of your thigh and watches you squirm underneath him. 

you look anywhere except his menacing gaze, “want you, ‘suki.”

bakugou slaps your thigh again, “look at me and say it.”

you nibble your lower lip and offer him your puppy eyes as you look up at him. “want you ‘suki, please. need you.”

“do you think you deserve it?” he snickers. this time, he’s generous enough to press your neglected clit but that alone easily sends sparks down to your core. “do you think you’ve been a good girl for me?”

“n-no.” you whine as you wriggle your hips needily for a tiny bit of alleviation. 

“and do bad girls– no, dirty whores get to cum?” 

“‘suki, please– i’m sorry.” 

“good,” you look at him in anticipation as he tugs down his pants and briefs but he sits down in front of you instead and strokes his cock with his hand. “go ahead and show me you’re really sorry.”

looking at him dejectedly, you still get up on your knees to take his cock in your mouth. you want to start off with kitten licks on the tip but his hand is quick to grip the back of your head and forces your head down to take all of his cock until it hits your throat. 

you choke and try to muffle something out but his hand leads you up and down his shaft as your tongue slobbers all around at every inch. 

“fuuuck– what’s that?” he chuckles as he watches you struggle to take his fat cock all the way in that your eyes begin to get glassy. “whores don’t get to talk.”

bakugou’s head falls back as his hand continues to guide you down his length. his lips part to allow his soft groans to escape, eyes heavy as he focuses on your puffy lips wrapped prettily around his cock. 

he holds your head still as he bucks his hips upwards and the tip instantly hits your throat again. you try to take control again, working your gag reflex and running your tongue up and down his cock and give special attention on the tip. 

“fuck yeah. just like that.” bakugou growls.

glancing up to the male, you can clearly see how much bakugou is enjoying this– his eyes closed shut, chest heaving as breathy moans slip from his mouth. an idea strikes you and you start to think back how you even end up here. why do you bother giving him what he wants? weren’t you trying to make him learn his lesson? the look of pure bliss on his face only serves to be a provocation for you to proceed with your devious plan. what’s the worst that could happen?

so as your saliva slobbers all over his thick cock, wet and erotic that the squelching noises are able to drown his own grunts, his hips jerking as he reaches closer for his high– you bite the tip of his cock. 

bakugou’s eyes shoot wide open as he yelps and pushes you away from him. a string of curses rips from his throat as he takes a few moments to regain himself but when he sees the smug look on your face, it only acts as a fuel to the blaze that was already starting to douse inside him– and you’re definitely going to pay for it. 

“you fucking brat.” 

he grabs a fistful of your hair and forces you down on your back again and lifts up your legs up to your chest. he slaps your clit before he sticks his tongue out and starts to lick a fat strip of your wet slits as you writhe in pleasure. your eyes immediately close and your nails dig the leather seat of his car.

“look at me when i’m eating this fucking pussy.” he spreads the slit open with his fingers and teases your clit with the tip of his tongue.

you shamefully turn your head to his direction, his irises ablaze with the usual perseverance to make you cum on his face while his mouth is attached to your cunt and his hands grip your thighs firmly to hold your legs up and spread. lewd squelching sounds echoes in the car and your breathing starts to hitch as you feel the coil inside your guts twists and turns tightly. 

your legs start to tremble when he uses his finger to flick the aching bud and his wet muscle delves into your sopping hole. bakugou is nose deep inside your cunt, diligently laps off your essence like a man having his last meal. 

“mmh– ‘suki– so good! gonna cum–” you cry as your hand grabs a lock of his hair to grind his face closer to your pussy. his mouth latches onto your clit, groaning a repetition of ‘mmph’s against the sensitive bud at how your tight hole is practically sucking his finger in with each of his thrust. 

“yeah? gonna make a mess on my face, baby?” from the firm grip on his hair, bakugou realizes that you’re close. his eyes gaze upon your face– forehead glistening with sweat, chants of mewls and moans escaping from your gaping mouth that a bit of drool is already trickling from the corner and eyes screwed shut in pure ecstasy. 

“yesyesyes– fuck!” you pant, toes curling in your shoes when the tight coil inside you is threatening to snap at any moment. “‘m gonna cum!”

and as you are about one step closer to your release, bakugou abruptly pulls away. 

“you never learn your lesson, don’t you?” even through the dim lights of the parking lot, you can visibly see your juices glisten on his chin and the tip of his nose. “sluts don’t get to cum.”

your eyebrows furrow as you only silently watch him lean back on his seat and wipes his lips with his sleeve. 

“i’m giving you a chance to start over,” he taps his thigh twice while the other hand pumps his hard cock, the tip flushing with a bead of precum. “show me you deserve to cum.”

you get up almost instantly before bakugou shifts in the middle to make space for you to prop on your knees in between his thighs. he guides you by the hips with his free hand, explicitly displaying his control over you at the moment before allowing you to impale yourself on his dick. 

“how much do you want it?” sets of hazy, passion-filled eyes stare up at you while he teases your swollen clit with the tip of his cock and smearing your juices with his pre. 

“i- i want it so bad, ‘suki.” the clench of your hands on his broad shoulder tenses at the sensitivity. you can see sweat already formed on his head and neck from the lack of ventilation in the car. 

“hmm… and?” a grin etched on his lips as he spanks the flesh of your ass, hard enough to make your body jolt and a yelp to escape from your mouth. 

“a-and i need your cock to make me full.” you whine, rolling your hips a little as if to relieve the annoying itch that you’ve been dying to scratch but couldn’t. 

“so needy,” he tsked, guiding his throbbing cock down and halting just under your hole agonizingly. “lucky for you, i like needy little sluts.”

bakugou leads you by the hips to pull you down and hisses when he finally impales inside you. without wasting time, you start to desperately bounce on his fat cock and his hands find their way to grab your ass. 

“fucking perfect– hah– so tight.” he leans further on his seat and watches his dick appear and disappear perfectly inside your sopping cunt in trance. 

the praise serves as encouragement inside your head and causes you to ride and grind harder, completely heedless over how the car looks from the outside; bumping up and down.

the temperature in the car starts to rise and so are your bodies. vapors are already tinting the windows from the results of your heavy pants and none of you even mind about how suffocating it feels breathing through the dense air.

your body leans towards your boyfriend’s as your lips’ collide to a sloppy kiss before a loud moan tears from your throat when his grip on your ass tightens and rams his cock inside you relentlessly.

“look at you,” bakugou grunts over your shoulder as he continues to pound while your body arches over how good and deep he is inside that you can feel the tip brushing your cervix over and over. “fucked like a whore.”

the degradation makes you feel hotter than it should and you can only whine in agreement. as your orgasm gradually builds up, you quickly sense your pussy clenching tighter around his cock and feel every vein that brushes against your wall.

“mmmhh– so good!” you sob as your mind turns hazy, body trembling again once the same coil begins to twist and turn tightly and begging to break.

“wanna cum on this fat cock, don’t you?” he growls against your skin and smacks your ass before picking up the pace and fucks you harder. “let me hear you.”

“i– cum– please!” you try to form cohesive words in your head but nonsense babbles are the only things leaving your mouth. 

bakugou lets out a haughty chuckle. “i can’t fucking–” he slaps your ass again, “hear you.”

through his teasing, even his own pace starts to stutter from how good your cunt is milking his cock but cumming first would mean losing. 

“t-too much!” your hand curls into a fist through his hair.  “wanna cum wanna cu–! ah!” you whimper in a chant before your eyes roll back and a huge wave of orgasm washes throughout your body and finally sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“that’s it, baby.” his sporadic thrusts continue, making you whine from the overstimulation but he can feel that he’s already close from the twitch of his cock. “gonna fill you up.” 

you can only hold on to him for dear life as he increases his faltering pace again until he can finally cross the bridge that leads him to his own high.

“f-fuck–!” bakugou bites your shoulder to muffle his moan and the clench on your ass that never left becomes stronger as he releases his hot cum inside you. 

bakugou unlatches from your shoulder when you wail from the stinging pain and snickers to himself while he takes time to regain his composure. you push back his wet bangs with your fingers and place a chaste kiss on his sweaty forehead. 

“so are you gonna tell me why you were mad?” you murmur, pulling away and sitting next to him before he pulls his pants back up. bakugou ponders over the reason with a furrowed brow and walks out from the car to take a heap of fresh air instead. 

you’re too tired to get irritated this time, so you slip to the front seat and open the door to take a breather yourself. when he gets back into the car, he turns on the engine and the air conditioner before letting out a deep sigh. 

“because...” he mumbles quietly just enough for you to hear and avoids looking at you straight in the eyes. “you retweeted a spoiler from the manga i’m reading.”

“wait, what?” you don’t know if you want to laugh or get mad because you’re sure that it had a spoiler warning and it wouldn’t be entirely your fault.

“shut up, dumbass. it fucking ruined my whole day. i don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” 

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Can you please write a fluff one shot about a sk8 the infinity like his girlfriend/boyfriend/s/o falls asleep on him

to anon: omg first request omgomg thank you so much for sending one in! i wasn’t sure which sk8 character you were referring to, so i decided to write one for both reki and langa! hope you don’t mind hehe <3 this is the one for reki, the one for langa will take a little bit longer bc of valentine’s & other requests but i hope you like this one regardless!

warnings: none, just some fluffy times with the best boy. reader is gn!

word count: 1.3k

sleepyhead. (reki x reader)

Late nights were certainly not a rare occurrence with your boyfriend, Reki. He was filled to the brim with energy and passion that practically flowed out of him like a geyser. Not that you were opposed to that at all, you found that it was one of the qualities that made you fall for him in the first place. Though, you worried that he wasn’t taking into consideration his own personal health during these late night excursions. Take for instance tonight, as it was slowly approaching two thirty am, it seemed that the redhead had no clear intention of stopping his work.

The two of you were cooped up in his workshop behind his house, Reki singing along to some “cool jams” as he called them. In reality, it was his Spotify playlist of the “best 2000’s alternative” music like Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne and Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. You were barely hanging onto your string of consciousness, the mere idea of sleep sounding like absolute heaven at this very moment. You were propped up on a stool in the corner, the stack of skating magazines Reki had given you to flick through in case you got bored now sat in a neat pile off to the side. You had read each one of them front to back twice already tonight.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love spending time with Reki. You enjoyed listening to his midnight ramblings of whatever came to mind. His ideas for new boards, designs for stickers, and other creative ways to beat his future S opponents were usually his topics of interest. No one really noticed how much of an imaginative person your boyfriend was. He could be impulsive and over excited at times, but his fantastic mind and his willingness to create made your heart soar. Not only that, but he was fairly handy when it came to fixing up and assembling his own boards like he was some mad scientist waiting for one of his many experiments to go right. You indulged him as much as you could, you really did enjoy his company. Even if you would much rather be curled up beside him snuggling in bed rather than hear Reki precariously make his way through the lyrics of Check Yes Juliet for what seemed like the seventh time.

“Reki,” you spoke up finally as the analog clock on the wall indicated the current time of two forty-three am. Reki looked up from Langa’s custom longboard, hair bouncing about despite already being contained by the headband he wore everyday. “Yeah?” he asked, throwing a glance over his shoulder only to see your weary eyelids and tired expression. His entire demeanour melted, lips jutted out in a tiny pout upon seeing his poor baby so tired.

He backed away from his worktable, dancing and tiptoeing across the floor to avoid stepping on any spare parts or tools he had left lying about his mishmash of a workshop.

“Is baby tired?” he cooed, sawdusted fingers beginning to tug and pinch at the corners of your cheeks. You groaned in annoyance, your sleep deprived state causing you to be a tad more irritable at this hour. “Reki,” you repeated in a more serious tone, ember coloured irises meeting your e/c ones. His calloused hands moved to cup your face, warmth enveloping you in a way that felt like home. The scent of pine and the remnants of orange crush soda invaded your senses. He smiled at you with that goofy face of his, the one that Langa constantly teased for being weird. Maybe it was your sleepy nature, but he looked even more gorgeous in the harsh LED lighting of his garage. Tiny strands of his auburn hair fell in front of his face as he tilted his head to the side, his smile growing as he watched your eyes begin to droop.

“Please. Let’s go to bed,” you asked of him as kindly yet firmly as you could. Reki clicked his tongue a bit, thinking for a moment before delivering a cute peck to your nose. “A few more minutes! Then we can head inside, grab a cookie or two and crawl into bed together! It’ll be just a jiffy okay? Here, you can even set an alarm,” Reki was already reaching for his phone in his hoodie pocket so that you could do just as he suggested. He stopped in his tracks as he felt your hands clasp around his hoodie, pulling him close so that you could hug his torso. He laughed at how clingy you could be while being so sleepy, his hand patting atop your head as a form of affection.

“Wow, you really are.. sleeping,” Reki’s voice trailed off as he looked down to be greeted by you completely passed out against him. Your arms held your boyfriend close, your face buried within the fabric of his yellow skater boy hoodie. Soft snores escaped you, your breathing slowed and calm as you finally let your consciousness slip out of your ever fleeting grasp. Reki’s face began to bloom with colour the longer he stared at you, panic setting in as he realized what was truly happening.

You had fallen asleep against him. Oh shit. Oh god. You were asleep against him. That meant you were so comfortable that you just so happened to pass out in his arms. Reki bit back a giddy smile, warmth cascading through him in a form of nothing but love radiating solely for you at nearly three in the morning. His heart thumped rapidly against his rib cage. No matter how long he had been with you, he kept discovering new things about you that made him absolutely lose his mind. You falling asleep against him definitely being one of those many things. You looked so peaceful, so unbothered and safe within his embrace. This warmth you had given him overtook his will to keep working, his hands moving your hair out of the way of your face to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry for making you stay up, sweet baby,” he apologized in a quiet tone. His hands moved your arms to around his neck, using his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs securely around his waist. “I can’t say I’m not grateful for you being here for me, though. You could have left too, yet you stayed here for me,” Reki spoke to your sleeping form. The fact that you had stayed up with him this late made him even more grateful to have you. Reki grunted a bit as he adjusted to the newfound weight of you around him, your hair getting in his mouth and his eyes squinting to find the light switch so that he could flick it off before leaving. Reki was always careful with you, handling you as if you were a sort of glass figurine he barely even had the permission to touch.

“You look so damn cute like this, y’know,” he continued to speak as he maneuvered his way about his house, trying his best to subdue his footsteps and make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake up his mom or little sisters. “Man, I’m so lucky. Seriously really lucky to have someone like you in my life.”

In your sleep, you subconsciously nuzzled your head against his chest. He melted a bit, holding back a tiny noise of happiness as he began to beam like an idiot holding his partner. You were the most amazing person, the person who made him happy every single day without fail, the person who picked him up no matter how much he bailed or got hurt. He loved you more than anything, and he wanted to treat you as well as you treated him. Even if it meant carrying you to bed after a late night of him talking your ear off about skateboarding for three consecutive hours.

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Rating: Explicit  Word count: 7.9k  Warnings/Tags: Implied Infidelity, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Auror Partners, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Friends to Lovers, Co-workers, Smut, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Draco Malfoy, Unreliable Narrator, Brief mention of scars, Briefly Mentioned Canon Typical Violence, POV Third Person, Porn with Feelings, Mutual Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language  Song prompt: Fine Line - Harry Styles

Written for @hd-wireless​ 2021 💕 Big thanks go out to the mods for putting this fest on and all the work they’ve done running it! Lots of love to the one and only @peachpety​ for all of the amazing beta and alpha work, as well as listening to me screaming my head off everyday about this fic! 😂 My utmost gratitude to @nv-md​ for wrangling me in at the last minute, coming in clutch, beta’ing my hot mess fever dream writing and her support at every turn. To @lou-isfake​​ for letting me yell into the abyss via DM and helping me brainstorm and get this idea out and figuring out a way that something so terribly sad could possibly have a happy ending. And special shout outs to @vukovich​ for cheerleading me through this, continuously convincing me to not give up in the midst of all my real life stress and @thusspoketrish​ for going on an epic 7 hour sprint with me so I could finish this up and for keeping me sane (or at least vaguely coherent) and making me laugh instead of cry. I couldn’t have done it without you guys, and I love ya’ll. Finally, so much love for all the wonderful readers who left me lovely comments and made me proud to have written this story. 

Summary:

Harry shudders, fingertips pulsing against Draco’s thighs. Draco can feel the sharp, metal edge of Harry’s wedding band digging into his flesh, knows he’ll have a bruise there in the morning, a small imperfection that only he’d be able to see. It’s one of the only marks he’ll vanish, not wanting to think about its implications; the rest he’ll keep for himself.

Slowly, Harry relaxes, shoulders sinking, breaths changing their cadence to a new tempo. Resigned, surrendered to this dance they do.

He wants to keep this. He wants to spend hours in adoration, praising Harry’s bronzed skin, the tufts of hair peeking out from his waistband, the scars littering his frame. He wants to taste him, memorize the feeling, until he knows Harry like the back of his own hand. But he knows it’s impossible, intangible, something that will always remain beyond his grasp. So he takes what he can get, reminds himself of the ticking clock, and moves on far more quickly than his heart wants.

Draco slowly runs his hands against Harry���s stomach, watching as it tenses beneath his gentle touch with each desperate gasp. Slowly, so slowly, he slips beneath the waistband, delicately pulling his pants down below muscular hips, waiting for Harry to lift up so they can join the rest of his clothing on the floor. Harry inhales, deep and steady, once. Exhales shakily, his fingers twisting up the duvet at his sides, staring at the ceiling, blush blooming across his cheeks and spreading down his collarbones. Finally, finally, he lifts his hips briefly, letting himself lose this last layer, baring himself to Draco at last. Hands trembling slightly as they rest themselves back at Harry’s hips, fingertips tracing the sharp jut of bones and muscle, Draco takes a shuddering breath against Harry’s skin.

This is Draco’s favorite part, if he had to choose - though most of it ranks among some of his life’s greatest delights on their own. But it’s at this point that Harry has chosen him, has given in. It’s the point at which Harry has surrendered himself that is truly intoxicating, the heady rush of lust and acceptance coursing through Draco’s veins, the pure, unadulterated, unfiltered need that fills them both. He sometimes thinks that it’s in this moment that he can finally know him, spread out beneath him, limbs loose with want, all walls between them fallen to dust. No more lies here, or denial, or expectations. Just this. Harry, in his barest form, lips swollen and panting, looking at Draco and nothing else.

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Summary: Escorting a former Empire prisoner of war to a Rebel Alliance safe zone? It should be a piece of cake. Absolutely no problems whatsoever.

A/N: Point A to Point B is a multi-chapter romance loosely following The Mandalorian S2. It follows ‘You’ and your journey with Mando after your rescue from an Imperial ship. His task is to escort you to Coruscant, though you have no memory of the cause (or who you truly are).

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader ( Din x You ) Rating: Explicit ( 18+ only / smut noted with an asterisk*) Word Count: 54K+ Tags: Slow Burn, Smut, Mentions of PTSD, Amnesia, Adult language, Manhandling, Praise kink, Injuries, Graphic violence, Mentions of torture, Flashbacks, Yearning, Blindfolds, Mando is Very Religious, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Tension, Dirty talk, Oral sex, Virgin!Din, Hand play, Helmet Stays On, Warnings update per chapter

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CHAPTERS

1. THE EXCHANGE / 2. NAMELESS, FACELESS / 3. THE WAY / 4. A TOAST TO MARKET / 5. BAD TIMES AT THE SUPPLY ROYALE /  6. JEALOUSY / 7. GEDET’YE* / 8. READY, AIM / 9. FIRE (PART I)* / 10. FIRE (PART II)* / 11. THERE ARE OTHERS / 12. CHASING A RUMOR / 13. THE FREIGHTER / 14. WRECKED / 15. NER GAI* / 16. tbd!

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473 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

Meet Me At The Usual

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 5K

Summary: It's sophomore year Winter Formal, and things get a little messy with your secret friendship (and secret crush) with the Freak of Hawkins High.

Warnings: Language, Fluff & Angst, Secret Friendship, Unresolved Crushes, School Dances, Yearning, First Kiss, Eddie Munson in a Suit

A/N: Enjoy my self-indulgent, cavity-inducing story of Eddie Munson having a massive crush on you and not knowing how to be chill about it. I love writing this man. Prequel to Where Shadows Meet Shapes.

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PREVIEW

“I wanted to ask you to the dance tonight,” you croak before you can chicken out.

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath, readjusting his all-too-aloof demeanor in order to protect the brief, crackled surprise underneath. 

“Little ol’ me? I thought it was supposed to be the other way: guys ask girls, yada yada—”

“You were never going to ask me.”

His chin juts back, face scrunching in offense. “That isn’t true.”

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546 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

Where Shadows Meet Spaces

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (Rated E; 18+ only)

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: He’ll never be what your father approves of, and he’ll certainly never be a boy you can bring home to meet your mother. Eddie isn’t your life plan, but he doesn’t ask you to look anywhere beyond the here and right now.

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Porn with Feelings, Pet Names, Protected Sex, Eager!Eddie

A/N: So did we all fall in love with the same 3x senior year goblin boy or what? I wrote this in two hours. Enjoy my thirst for this sweet idiot.

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PREVIEW

“Do you want to roll for perception?” you ask, sliding the fingers of your right hand to the top white button.

His eyes widen gradually to the size of saucers the second the button snaps open, exposing the start of bare collarbones.

“If you talk Dirty and Dungeons to me, angel, I won’t last beyond a minute.”

“So your usual, then.”

The quick-witted response garners a genuine belly laugh from the curly-haired boy.

“Oh, fuck off.”

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578 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

#2

A FIRST FOR BREATHING

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (+ Marc Spector x Reader)

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: (Spoilers) At the end of Episode 5, Steven wakes up.

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings

A/N: Marvel owes me compensation for my emotional state this morning, so here’s a little hurt & comfort smut to hopefully make you feel better. (Because I did it so I felt a little better lbr.)

Also dedicating this to the Moon Knight besties @prolix-yuy & @iamskyereads​ , ilu both.

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It’s as if he’s taking his first gulp of air.

With an anguished gasp, Steven Grant jolts from his mattress in a cold sweat. Sometimes it’s always like this: seconds that feel like minutes, minutes that feel like hours, to get his bearings of where he’s been. Tingles at the tips of his fingers are a good sign. It means his body’s working — their body, the body that was once torn apart — and his second instinct is to stare.

In the dark, in the mirror, until he sees a familiar silhouette.

Except it isn’t his, not really. Not entirely.

The sheets beside him move, and in the gentle hue from the London street lights peering through the bedroom window he can see the relief in Marc’s face when you wrap a hand around Steven’s bare bicep.

“Steven?”

Concern. You’re not meant to be concerned, not about him. And if Steven wasn’t so frightful at the idea of Marc’s eyes disappearing from view, then maybe he would have turned faster.

“Are you alright?” he asks, but not to you.

Swallowing thick to calm the tremble in his throat, Steven waits for Marc to say something, anything, between the reflection keeping them separate.

(There was a space where the alters were tangible. Is that how close they’ll ever get, when Death is a mere few feet away?)

“Answer her, Steven,” Marc answers instead, jaw tense. 

Always so closed off. Always so worried about everyone else.

“Is Marc okay?” you murmur, cautious in your approach to be the middleman of the equation. Approaching the two can often feel like trying not to spook a wild animal — while one will respond, the other is prone to run. 

When you stare into the mirror, it’s only Steven’s wide eyes and wild curls matted to his forehead. He looks like he’s seen ghosts. The worry festers in the bottom of your stomach.

“Tell her we’re okay,” Marc urges, gaze focused on you behind Steven as if he can tell you himself without the buffer of another person.

“I— yeah, think so,” Steven finally answers for the both of them, blinking to glance at you through the reflection. 

“What about you?”

It’s eerie, how you and Marc seem to echo the same concern in different octaves. The question is spoken at the same time, further confusing reality from his own mind.

Steven squeezes his eyes shut, making a noise of discomfort. “Oh, god, dunno what the hell happened. Felt like I— like we got separated and it all went black and I couldn’t feel a bloody thing…”

“Separated?” 

You shift on the mattress to sit in front of Steven, but he’s already meeting you in the middle. With desperation, he turns from the mirror to quickly pull your face into his large hands. He inhales sharply, as if the mixture of your lingering perfume and the ability to expand his lungs will be enough to bring him solace.

Right on the precipice of what it means to be alive and dead.

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817 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Meet Me On the Other Side

PART ONE: THE PLAN

gif credit to @ joseph-quinns

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: The Hawkins crew only has eight people in their three-tier plan to take down Vecna. Eddie makes a Hail Mary of a phone call to even the odds.

Warnings: SPOILERS AHEAD, VOL2 FIX-IT, Language, Angst (with a Happy Ending), Unresolved Tension, Yearning, Peril, Violence, The Upside Down, Desperate-To-Kiss!Eddie, we’re writing this entire storyline baybee let’s go

A/N: Are you hurting just as much as I am after Vol2? Cool, well that didn’t happen. This is the new canon. Within the ‘Freak & Valedictorian’ series. Separate Ways (Remix) intensifies.

                     PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE

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“Eddie?” Click.

And just like that, Eddie Munson is gone.

(You refuse to let that be the final say in this conversation.)

Leaving behind your homework and study for a pair of keys and sneakers, you burst from your dorm room and run down the hallway to the stairs, to the student parking lot, and beeline to your car.

Hawkins is a two hour drive.

If you double the speed limit down the interstate highway, then you can make it in half the time.

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891 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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Title: The Resting Place

Author: zombiesam

Artist: phantomdrawingbooth

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, female oc/female oc, Castiel&Jack

Length: 50000

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Animal Death

Tags: Pet Sematary AU, Horror, Angst With a Happy Ending, Dream Sex, Angel OC, Explicit Sexual Content, Dadstiel, Temporary Minor Character Death

Posting Date: October 29, 2021

Summary: Dean and Castiel have been dancing around one another’s affections to no end - as they do. Unable to meet in the middle, they find themselves traveling to a tiny town in Illinois with Jack and Sam for a case they thought would be nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile, Castiel is grappling with newfound fatherhood as he helps Jack understand the intricacies of life and death. However, when the mysteries of the town turn sinister, they find themselves facing a force of evil that they don’t understand. With no means of escape, they’ll have to turn to desperate measures to free the town - and themselves - from its deadly grasp. 

Excerpt: Once they take a moment to catch their breath, they begin the climb up. Though not a full ninety-degree slope, it’s enough that they need to climb with their hands and feet over the jutting, branches and logs towering at least twenty feet above their heads. A fall from this height would result in a broken ankle and a mass of cuts and scrapes, at best. They have to ease their way around loose rocks and weak branches, their fingers groping for handholds and sturdy trunks as they pull themselves up, little by little. All the while, Castiel can feel the whispers in his head. Stay away. You don’t belong here. The words are so clear that, for a moment, Castiel swears he’s hearing a real voice. Gasping aloud, he almost loses his grip on a thick branch until Dean’s hand closes around his hand that had begun to slip from its hold. Situated diagonally to him and nearly over the top of the drop, Dean winces, tightening his grasp and motioning for Sam, who’d climbed ahead of them both, to keep going. “Cas, you good?” Dean breathes. Castiel nods. With the pressing silence ringing in Castiel’s ears, he grimaces while Dean helps him up, allowing Castiel to find a solid foothold. That’s how they climb over the edge of the drop -- Dean, gripping Castiel’s hand tight in his own, pulling him up until Castiel is safe on solid ground. The clasp of their hands lingers even after Castiel grunts with the effort. He kneels down as Dean sits beside him. “You okay?” Dean asks softly. His lips nearly brush against Castiel’s ear as he works to catch his breath. Aware of their closeness, Castiel nods, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I’m fine.” Dean keeps his hand wrapped around as he helps pull Castiel up to his feet. Sam stands just ahead of them, his back turned. Awkwardly, Dean pulls his hand away from Castiel when Sam turns to face them, faking a cough into his fist. “Well, this is definitely weird,” Sam murmurs, pointing to a crude, gated space ahead of them. Gaining his bearings again, Castiel peers straight ahead and takes in the strange sight. In what appears to be a small, messy clearing, a sprawl of sticks tied together in makeshift crosses clutter together inside a rickety, fenced enclosure. Overgrown with weeds and brush, the crude graves are crooked and thrown hastily together inside a thicket of unkempt grass. Just at the entrance of the gate, a faded, wooden sign signals the entrance with the words PET SEMATARY scrawled in a child’s hand with white, faded paint.

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Reading you, before the fall

An angsty contribution to @clarensjoy’s Hinny Ficfest 2021 (A huge thank you, by the way - seeing my feed flooded by new Hinny fics today has been truly amazing. I’m so glad you arranged this!)

Prompt #40 - “I love you.” “Why do you look like you’re confessing a sin?” “I might as well be.”

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There were several things Ginny Weasley could do with her eyes closed. She could cruise along on her broom, guided by nothing more than instinct and her finely-tuned spatial awareness. She could navigate the staircase of the Burrow in absolute darkness. She could tell which of her brothers was walking up behind her just by the distinctive thud and pace of their footsteps. 

And with her eyes closed, she could read Harry Potter. 

Harry had always been a fairly easy study. He had never been particularly good at hiding his emotions – his temper and brazen manner left little room for uncertainty. But in these past three weeks that they had shared together, Ginny had learnt to look beyond what was plainly visible, turning her attention instead to the subtlest of his quirks and mannerisms. And when she was pressed up against him with her eyes closed, her other senses truly awoke, picking up on the unspoken and the unseen. 

The sound of his voice, steady with confidence, or stilted and hushed with an almost vulnerable uncertainty, betrayed more about him in those moments than his words ever could. The way his breath hitched just so each time she leant into his lips, as if he could never tire of kissing her. The way he sighed when their fevered kissing would ease and Ginny would tip her head, resting her forehead on his chest – it was a soft and shaky sound, a sigh born from an odd blend of contentment and something like trepidation. They were sounds that she felt as much as heard, each one filling her like a warm rush of blood that pulsed through her body, settling and expanding in her chest. 

But while the sound of him was like a well-studied soundtrack, it was her hands and fingers that had learnt to read Harry Potter with expert certainty. She could read his mood and anxieties according to the tension in his muscles and the stiffness of his limbs, the way his body responded to her touch, and the fluidity of his movements against hers. 

She would trail her fingers over his arm, his torso, his cheeks. Dancing a familiar path across his body, her feather-light touch would skim over his skin with the practiced confidence of a blind person reading braille, the twitch of his muscles and his goosebumps telling her a story of grief, longing, regret and fear. 

And like many a narrative of love and loss, her reading of Harry had been hinting at a turning point in the days since Dumbledore’s death. The signs, albeit subtle, were all there. They left a trail of crumbs that she couldn’t bring herself to follow.

It put her even more on edge, nervous anticipation having settled heavily in her stomach. She had no way of knowing if it was the next scene, the next page, the next chapter when the twist that they were so clearly moving towards would drop. And in a way, she figured it didn’t matter. What was to come had already been written, and nothing she did now would change it. She didn’t believe it was fate, more an inevitability.

But Ginny’s mind was firmly focused elsewhere on this early morning in June. Harry’s hands had that ability, an unconscious way of commanding her attention. Even the stones of the tall castle wall jutting into her back were just a distant annoyance, drowned out by the feel of Harry leaning into her, his hands gripping her hips and waist.

He was quiet this morning. Both of them had woken early, sleep proving somewhat elusive these days. They were the first ones in the common room, but they hadn’t lingered long, instead escaping out onto the castle grounds before the other students were due to start trickling into the Great Hall for breakfast.

Outside, the grounds were sleepy and calm, the early rising sun having done little to budge the thick fog that had settled over the lake. It was fitting in a way, the grounds of Hogwarts as unclear as everything else inside the castle.

With little interest in talking, Harry had led Ginny to a partially hidden alcove around the side of the castle, and immediately started kissing her. It was frenzied to begin with, Harry clearly chasing a distraction through her, but she didn’t care. They stayed there, engrossed in each other, until Harry’s lips and body became less frantic, and his kisses and touch eased to a slow and tender pace.

After several minutes, Ginny pulled away just enough to catch her breath. “Harry,” she exhaled. It was still and quiet all around them, and Harry’s heavy breaths next to her ear filled the void.

From inside came the first distant sounds of students moving about in the castle, muffled laughter and shouts as they made their way down the staircase to the Great Hall.

Harry looked down at Ginny, realisation etched on his face as if he had only just remembered where they were. “Oh, do you-” he started, straightening up. “Sorry. You probably want to go get some breakfast.”

Ginny shook her head. “No. I’m not really hungry.” She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him. “Besides, I’d rather stay here with you.”

She expected him to protest and insist she go in and eat before their classes begin. But he simply nodded in agreement, and bent down to kiss the top of her head.

She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down further to place a kiss on his nose, his lips, and his stubbly chin. He responded by cupping her face in his hands, his thumb caressing her cheek.

“Ginny,” he sighed. With eyes shut tight, he pressed his forehead to hers and let out a long shaky breath. And then, in a moment that would reverberate through both her dreams and her nightmares, came those words. “I love you, Ginny.”

It was softer than a whisper, an utterance that could be felt more than heard.

She had heard those words her whole life, sometimes said as a reassurance or as a farewell, or through the gritted teeth of a chastised sibling. But never before had she heard those words said like this. It wasn’t a declaration or a promise, it was something else entirely.

Ginny looked up at him, at his creased brow and pursed lips, and her breath caught in her throat. His face was streaked with pain and remorse.

Her voice quivered, the hint of a nervous laugh. “Why do you look like you’re confessing a sin?” she asked, silently willing him to prove her wrong.

Instead, he opened his eyes and looked regretfully into hers. “I might as well be.”

And it was this exact moment that Ginny realised the suspicion she had been pushing against so desperately these past few days was no longer simply a suspicion. Harry’s admission told her everything she needed to know.

The regret she saw in his eyes wasn’t for his words, but for all that they meant.

She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the knowledge from her mind, desperately trying to tamper the howling agony that was ringing in her ears. Placing her palms flat against his chest, she braced herself and exhaled slowly, forcing her heart rate to ease, attempting to take her time over every detail. Hoping against all reason that she could slow things down, delay the ending, just for a little longer.

And with the clarity of hindsight, she realised he had been doing the same. Ever since his mentor had died, Harry had been trapped in a restless cycle of indecision. He would tense under her touch, only to relent a moment later and melt into her. He was pulling away from her at the same time as he clung to her, like a drowning man grasping at the one thing that could keep him afloat.

Leaning back to look up at him, she ran her hands up his arms, her fingers skating over his shoulders, his collarbone, and coming to rest on his chest. His eyes remained fixed on hers, as if he too was trying to etch this moment into his memory, before his arms tightened around her, and he dragged her in closer. Ginny leant into it, allowing Harry to keep her braced. She should have felt nothing but safe, comfortable and certain, being here with him. But all she felt was the shudder and tremble of his still-grieving body wrapped around hers, and there was no comfort to be found in that.

Her heart ached for him. For the boy who had far too little choice afforded to him, and far too much expectation placed on him. For the boy who had experienced so much already, but wasn’t yet done. For the boy who seemed to have finally found happiness, and was now trying to find the resolve to turn his back on it. Because yet again, it was up to Harry to do what was necessary.

You do it, a voice whispered in her head. You can break it off. Her eyes shot open, mind whirling with realisation. This was the one thing she could do for him, the one responsibility she could lift from his overburdened shoulders and carry herself.

She looked up at him. His head was bent forward, eyes fixed to where her small hands were pressed against his chest. And Ginny knew she couldn’t. She would never be the one to walk away.

She couldn’t look him in the eye, a boy who had known so much rejection and such little love in his life, and tell him it was over. Even if she knew it was the right thing to do.

Even if she knew what the alternative would mean for Harry.

Because while Harry was the protagonist of his story, turning his back on Ginny would make him feel like the villain. For as noble as he was, as selfless and kind as he was, he was still a boy who was terrified of letting anyone down.

If she was honest with herself though, she would have to admit that her reluctance was driven in part by a tiny but insistent piece of her that wondered if maybe she had read this wrong. That feared acting on something that perhaps wasn’t inevitable. Even though the rational part of her knew better.

Coward, the voice in her head reproached. And she agreed.

Taking a deep breath, she drew up her shoulders and steadied her resolve. If she couldn’t be the one to ring the death knell on their relationship, she could stand aside and let him do it. She would watch him walk away from her, and she wouldn’t try to stop him.

But until then, she would be here with him, savouring him.

With steady hands, Ginny pulled Harry down towards her and captured his lips with hers. She wanted him to know that she understood. That she didn’t blame him. That she didn’t regret him.

But she had no words. She didn’t even know if the right words existed. Instead, she poured it into her kiss and her touch. Let her lips, her tongue, her mouth say the things her voice couldn’t. I’m sorry, her kiss said. I forgive you.  

I love you.

[theharrowing]

Bound: Jimin

pairing: Jimin x Reader

word count: 451

smut, somewhat fluffy, nsfw, 18+

warnings: explicit sexual content, bondage, blindfold, teasing

Jimin tugs his shoulders forward, but it’s no use. These restraints aren’t as easy to slip out of as the last ones; this time, he has to submit to you.

Seated on a chair with his arms restrained behind his back, you have perfect access to Jimin's lap, and he knows it; it’s driving him crazy. You walk behind Jimin, fingers gliding along his soft black dress shirt, feeling his shoulder and back muscles flex as he struggles and writhes. You put your hands on Jimin's shoulders and lean in, your lips against his ear.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” you whisper, and Jimin leans towards your voice, his beautiful plump lips parted, longing to find yours.

The satin blindfold over Jimin’s eyes causes him to stir more than usual. He doesn’t often give you this much control, and he’s trying not to come completely undone, but you can see his chest rise and fall, indicating that he's on the brink of collapse.

You walk around to the front of Jimin, fingers tracing his collarbone, down to his pec, landing finally on a button. Jimin must know you’re touching it because he subconsciously pushes his chest out as if to beg you to unbutton his shirt, to touch him. You circle a finger around the button a few times before grabbing the shirt in both hands and ripping it open, sending buttons scattering and clattering against the floor.

Jimin gasps, his breathing becoming quicker, deeper. You love watching him unravel, his cheeks flush and pink, his tongue dancing across his bottom lip. Jimin's slacks appear to be getting tighter, his erection pressing against the fabric. You trail your fingers down from his neck to his belt, teasing the waistline and allowing a finger to go just underneath the hem without going too far. Jimin's hips roll as if he's desperate for friction.

“Please,” Jimin gasps, his mouth and chin jutting forward.

As you place your hand on his erection, applying a bit of pressure, Jimin lets out a raspy moan, his hips swaying desperately. All you can think about is unzipping Jimin's pants, pulling out his cock, and taking it in your mouth, feeling it push into your throat as he moans and whines. You want nothing more than to pull up your skirt and push him into your wet pussy, slowly at first, feeling Jimin stretch you out before riding him until he cums inside of you, your moans and squeals blending to create a beautiful symphony of yearning. It’s all you’ve thought about for days.

But you love the way Jimin begs and flinches under your touch when you’ve taken full control, so you intend on teasing a bit longer.

This story is part of a series of oneshots & drabbles called Bound.

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Risks

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

Written: February 22nd, 2021

Posted: February 22nd, 2021

Warning: Mentions of Partying, “Drink”

Word Count: 1,648

Summary: Being a commander for the First Order, the reader and Kylo develop a bond.

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Venturing down the corridor you were quickly greeted by your best friend.

“Y/N!” Your friend exclaimed, filled with excitement. “ Have you heard the latest gossip?”

“I can’t say that I have.” You shook your head slightly.

“Well, Rebecca from electrical has a thing for Jason garbage.” Furrowing your eyebrows together, you wracked your brain in an attempt to remember the people she mentioned.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded. 

“They were seen at a party this weekend...” 

Rolling your eyes, you continued your walk down the hall. For the most part, you had drowned out your friends' ramblings about another party you hadn’t attended.

“...And Jason kissed her! Needless to say, everyone knew why she had a hickey the next day.”  She finished her story as she followed you into the elevator.

“Oh, yeah I suppose.”

“You okay?” She questioned facing you slightly. 

You hummed in response, not taking your eyes off the numbers at the top of the elevator.

“There’s a party this weekend.”

Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you glanced at her. “It’s only Monday...How is there a party this weekend already?”

She giggled. “Easily! You would understand if you ever came to one...” Her voice trailed off.

Shaking your head, you let out a frustrated huff quickly exiting the elevator. “I have to go.” 

Not allowing her to respond, the elevator doors shut before continuing their journey.

You couldn’t help the frown that made its way to your lips. Being one of the commanders of the Supreme Lead had quickly become a very taxing job. One that caused you to miss important dates, or events you were invited to. You had thought your friends would understand the pressure you were under, but they just saw it as your excuse for not wanting to be in attendance at events.

“Ah, Commander Y/L/N.” General Hux immediately greeted. “I’m so glad you could finally join us today.”  His voice laced with venom.

Groaning quickly, you knew the Supreme Leader had been in a mood already. General Hux normally took his anger out on you in cases like today, it was rare when a day passed that he didn’t.

“Sorry-”

“Well, get to it.” He spat not sparing a glance your way.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way over to your station. The bridge was filled with an awkward silence. Not one of your co-workers daring to speak a word.

The door opened signaling someone had entered. You already knew who it was without having to turn, just by the sound of his boots hitting the floor.

“Supreme Leader.” General Hux greeted.

“Hux.” He spat. 

It felt like minutes had passed since you first arrived at the bridge, in reality, it was nearing the end of your shift. Frowning, you glanced at the clock seeing the time. You were so close yet so far to finishing your day's work. Shaking your head, you focused on the task at hand.

“What are you still doing here?” An unfamiliar voice questioned from behind you.

Gasping, you jumped. Whirling around, you were face to face with the Supreme Leader.

“S-Supreme-”

“Please, call me Kylo.” He spoke while holding up a gloved hand.

Nodding your head, you nervously cleared your throat. “I...I um I still have work to do.” Glancing around the bridge, you realized you were the only commander left working. 

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he pulled the chair out beside you before sitting in it. Your jaw was quick to fall slack at his actions.

“What?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Is there something on my face?” Kylo reached a hand up as if to wipe his face.

“No!” You exclaimed, as your hand shot out grasping his wrist preventing his actions. “No.” You giggled nervously, quickly releasing your hold on him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You challenged.

“Like...” His voice trailed off.

Sighing, you turned your attention back to your work. “I’ve...I’ve never seen you without your helmet.” 

“Oh.”

Humming, you began picking up where you left off. 

Kylo reached over, taking a hold of some papers before placing them in front of him.

“What are you doing?” 

Chuckling, Kylo gazed at you. “I’m helping you.”

His response, took you by surprise leaving you at a loss for words.

As you sat beside each other, you were determined to get to know him, especially since you weren’t sure if there would be another opportunity to arise.

After that day, things shifted between you and Kylo. As time went on, the closer you and Kylo got to each other.

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Fidgeting with the top of your uniform, you exited your chambers. Glancing up, you were surprised to see Kylo leaning against the wall holding two to-go cups of coffee.

“What-” 

“I figured you’d need your coffee.” He shrugged, pushing off the wall before standing in front of you.

“O-Oh. Uh, thank you.” You spoke, feeling fireworks erupt in yours. 

“Of .” He responded, nodding his head. 

Walking side by side, you stood at the elevator waiting for the doors to open. The conversation between you was light and airy. You were quick to realize just how much you missed your friends.

Stepping into the elevator, a small crowd of people filed in causing you to cozy up next to Kylo. 

“S-Sorry.” You muttered, glancing upwards at him.

“It’s okay..” He spoke grinning at you. “Here.” He shuffled behind you, causing you to absentmindedly lean back into him, his chest pressed to your back.

Heat danced along your cheeks at the intimate position you and Kylo were in. 

“Relax.” He whispered in your ear, as he wrapped his arms loosely around your shoulders while he was careful not to spill his coffee.

Nodding your head, you let out a content sigh molding yourself further into him. 

Exiting the elevator, your hands brushed against one another while neither of you pulled away.

Walking into the bridge, you were greeted with prying eyes. Almost all of your co-worker's eyes were widened at the sight of you and Kylo. Turning to face him, you let out a shaky breath. 

“I...I should get to work.” You motioned towards your area.

Kylo hummed in agreement, before turning to face one of the employees that needed his stamp of approval.

As the day went on, you noticed Hux wasn’t taking his anger out on you and had found someone new to direct it on.

Smiling slightly, you made a mental note to thank Kylo. Once you were finished with your work, the thought of finding Kylo had popped into your mind. 

Standing up, you turned to leave the bridge only to be pleasantly surprised that Kylo was already standing by the door waiting for you.

Grinning at him, you glided towards him. “I.. guess I should thank you.”

“What for?” He questioned smiling down at you.

“For-”

“Y/N! There you are!” Your friend exclaimed rushing towards you and Kylo.

“Oh, I’ve been in here the whole day-”

“Yeah, I know, you’re married to your job or whatever.” She spoke, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, I wanted to invite you to my party tonight.”

“You’re throwing a party?” You questioned tilting your head slightly.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a rager.” 

You pondered your response for a minute. “I’ll go...Only if I can bring Kylo.” You spoke grinning up at the raven-haired man. His features were etched in surprise.

“Huh-” 

Jutting your chin out, you brought her attention to the man in front of you. 

“Oh... OH!” She exclaimed. “ S-Supreme Leader...I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Kylo let out a chuckle at her response.

“Oh, of course. You’re invited too.” She spoke before quickly rushing out of the bridge.

Giggling you glanced at him.

“Well, we better get back so we can change.” You spoke leading him towards the elevators.

---

Exiting your room, you were once again greeted by Kylo leaning against the wall across from you. Taking in his appearance, you were surprised to see him in casual clothes.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” You grinned at him. He was wearing a pair of black sweat pants as well as a simple white tee.

“I could say the same about you.” He spoke mirroring your grin. “Shall we?” Kylo questioned as he offered you his arm.

Linking your arm through his, you didn’t have far to walk as you were a few rooms down from your friend.

Walking into the party, you immediately felt uncomfortable under the scrutinizing eyes of party-goers.

Feeling your mood shift, Kylo linked his hand with yours intertwining your fingers before he led you towards the drink area.

The stereo was blasting music as you and Kylo passed. The floor shaking slightly as the bass sounded.

“Thanks for coming with me.” You yelled over the music as you and Kylo stood in a corner.

Kylo smiled down at you. “Can...Can I try something?”

You nodded your head in response.

One of his large hands laced itself in your hair, while the other landed on your hip. Tugging you closer he closed the space between you. Leaning down he pressed his forehead against yours making your breath mingle together.

“Can I-”

“Yes.” You breathed out closing your eyes as his nose brushed against yours.

Fireworks erupted in your stomach as Kylo placed his lips on yours. The kiss was short and sweet. Your breath mingling together before you latched your hands in his hair tugging him in for another kiss. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, a groan emitted from his throat. The rumble he made could be felt in your chest, as he molded himself further into you.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his as you gazed at him. His eyes clouded by lust and admiration.

“Let's get out of here.” 

“Please.” He breathed.

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Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: E Pairing: Poker Pair (Tyki x Allen) Total Words: 4.4K Prompts: dance | boundary | motel | sunrise Tags: Modern AU; Road Trip AU; Mentions of Homophobia; Angst

Description: For Poker Pair Week 2021, Day 5. Allen has $20 to his name and miles to go before he and Tyki make it to the big city.

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Without a word, he crawled on top of Tyki, straddling his hips. This felt familiar—the jut of Tyki’s hip bones against the softest part of his thighs, the press of his cock between Allen’s legs. The excited way Tyki’s chest rose with each breath as his hands settled on Allen’s hips to hold him in place… Allen loved it, loved the quiet intimacy of it, and a sense of calm fell over his heart.

Tyki let out a little hum of appreciation, a smile curling over his lips. “Oh, so when you said ‘fuck you,’ you meant literally.”

Allen shrugged, his fingers drawing circles over Tyki’s hard abs. “We’re in a hotel, alone. I’m pretty sure it’s illegal not to fuck in this situation.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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I’m about to unload all my thoughts on the In The Heights movie. Spoilers ahead! (I saw it in the movie theater and then four more times — so far — on HBO Max.)

In The Heights was a perfect adaption of a show that was already excellent, and it still somehow managed to fix the things that I would have personally fixed in a movie version.

* They changed the not-okay lyrics in "96,000" that I would also change today, and I barely noticed the changes! (Specifically, "more O's than a phone book in Tokyo" and the part about a certain now-former president serving as Benny's golf caddy.)

* They took out a few of the songs, including the two that I generally skip when I'm listening to the original Broadway cast recording -- "Inútil" (about Kevin Rosario's childhood, a topic that was covered sufficiently in movie conversation with Benny) and "Enough," a song sung by Nina's mother (who is not present in the movie -- does that make Nina a Disney princess?) about the conflict between Nina and Kevin. Good editing choices.

* The Nina/Benny fight in "Blackout" is no longer about Nina and Benny and rather about Usnavi/Vanessa, which makes more sense to me. (That part in the show always bugged me, with Nina and Benny having this blowout fight one second, and then making out the next second.)

* So many amazingly choreographed dance sequences! I felt like we were legitimately watching it on Broadway!

* Olga Merediz *belting* in "Paciencia y Fe"! Sing it, OG Abuela Claudia!

* I *do* wish that both Nina and Vanessa belted more in this movie, but maybe that's jut because I'm so used to hearing Mandy Gonzalez and Karen Olivo in those roles. (Cue Seth Rudetsky: "AND, she's a belter.")

* I appreciated that the Nina plotline was more about Nina vs. microaggressions rather than focusing on the romance with a high school boyfriend. (Viewers who are interested in the Nina college plotline should read 'The Inequality Machine.')

* I just noticed that "schmutz on your face" (from "It Won't Be Long Now") was moved onto the stain on Usnavi's shirt!

* A few anachronisms that remained: Benny offering to buy Nina a calling card, and Usnavi reminiscing about blasting Big Pun tapes (if in the year 2020/2021 he is approaching 30, was he 6 years old when he was blasting Big Pun tapes?).

* Brandon: "Is that Lin as Paul Giamatti as Piragua Guy?"

* They did such a great job casting *all* of these roles! The kid who plays Sonny killed that pool choreo in "96,000"!

I might add more bullet points as I continue to rewatch and think about this adaptation, but if you're looking to make something your return-to-the-theaters-post-covid summer feature film, I highly recommend this one!

(And yes, I cried — as always — when Abuela Claudia died, but not as much as my husband, who was weeping throughout the entire second half of the movie!)

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 4 | " BREWING A SCHEME "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

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The evening was getting more vivacious as several eligibles twirl around the dance floor not once, but multiple times now; some ladies with different men, as some with the same ones they initially danced with.

The young lord with a hearty appetite approaches his best friend who is sitting alone on the large couch by the lobby. “Where’ve you been? I thought you ran away to the garden with some man.” Sunoo softly chuckles as he plops down beside Y/n with a table napkin in hand. The young miss had her head hung low when he approached her so it took him a while to notice her flushed cheeks and soft sniffles.

“Hey there, come now. What's wrong?”

“Am I that unattractive, Sunoo?” The boy gulps down at her when she suddenly turns to him with a frown. His lips form into that of a slight smile as he carries the napkin towards her flushed cheeks, gently wiping off the tears that stream down her face. He swears internally at the thought that someone seemingly insulted her for her insecurities to pop out again. Sunoo could only presume it was his doltish brother’s doing this time.

“Where is this suddenly coming from, Y/n?”

She sniffs heavily. “Jungwon-”

“That dimbo-”

“we were dancing when he said my eyes were beautiful. But it wasn't long until he excused himself, quickly rushed out and disposed of me like an old, useless book lying on the library floor. I'm completely certain I never said anything wrong for him to suddenly act like that.” Sunoo can only sigh in exasperation while rubbing the corseted back of his very dear friend.

“Am I horrifying?” Her bottom lip juts out as she huffs out a long, dragging sigh. Sunoo’s eyebrows furrow in fume.

“Hey, don’t say that! If you are, then Lord Heeseung wouldn’t probably dance with you out there like you’re his coveted treasure. But of course, he looks at every woman he’s ever acquired like that.”

“He was very charming, though. But whoever wants to be another trophy in his snobby rack of possessions anyway?”

“Oh! Every woman in the ton, babe.” The two rolls their eyes and share a teasing laugh afterwards.

“Sorry about my brother. He's just plain stupid.” Sunoo rests his head on the young miss’ lap. Her hand hovers above him as her flimsy fingers softly rake his luscious locks, fingertips gradually glazing his scalp with the softest, careful touch he's ever felt.

“It's so frustrating, you know? He’d look at you with a smile and the next, he frowns. He’d say you're beautiful and the next, he acts like you're hideous. He'd talk to you nicely like he's very fond of you and then in a split second, he shifts into a complete asshole. No offense.”

“Now that's one way to word it! He's got his brain in a rust. Mother would sometimes think about shaking his head to get it up and running.”

“How about we put on a good show?” The two jolt from their seats and quickly turn to the owner of the baritonal voice. Sunoo stands up in a jiff followed by Y/n, as they curtsy in sync. “Your Grace.”

“Please, Lord Sunghoon will do-”

“Your Grace! How lovely, dear, would you be kind enough to grace our floor with your enchanting waltz?"

The three bows affront the Queen who abruptly appears from one of the arched entrances. With a carefully coiffed beehive and shiny Swarovski jewels draping around the updo, Sunoo almost gasps out loud at the stunning sight that is the Queen.

"I’d be happy to oblige, Your Highness." The marquess turns to the young miss with a raised brow. “My lady?”

Y/n’s eyes widens at the sudden request. The Queen looks at her in anticipation. “Oh! Uh.. y-yeah...”

Sunoo subtly nudges her from the back and she was quick enough to clear her throat and redeem herself. “I mean, yes, Your Grace. It’d be a pleasure to dance with you.” She extends her hand for the very fine marquess only to have the back of her palm softly kissed by the ever handsome lad. “The pleasure’s entirely mine, my lady.”

He gently pulls her from her fingers and soon enough, they find themselves dancing alone gracefully on the Royal Court as the ton circles around them with amused whispers and mouths ajar, caught in the depths of such awestruck sight.

The lad has his hand resting politely on the slightly arched back of the lass, with the other hand carefully gripping hers as they sway and twirl in elegant motions along the grand tune from the pianoforte. With a close-hold stance, it is without a doubt that the two can feel each other's breaths of tension and agitation.

“Are you okay? You're downright flushed, it's starting to concern me. Is it perhaps the corset you're wearing?” Sunghoon whispers against the space almost enclosing them. She fixes her gaze upon the mole on his nose bridge and wonders how someone can possibly look this ethereal even with all these on random parts of the face.

“Miss Park,” He steals her attention from the pretty dots on his magnificent face that resulted in her now fixing her gaze upon the marquess’ eye-piercing stare. “are you alright?”

“Uh-huh.” She smiles naturally as if she didn't almost gag from anxiety a few moments ago. Despite the obvious lie, the young miss earns a soft chuckle from the gentleman. “They don't call me the lie-detector for nothing, Miss Park. Your shaky breaths against my presence is enough proof that you're not at ease. Might I add, you cannot even look straight into my eyes for more than three seconds.” He chuckles lightly.

“It's just… I’m just…” She shudders.

“Let's go get some air now, shall we?” It was very timely that the music ended when the marquess suggested a change of scenery. The crowd applauded at the spectacular performance the two had put on and it wasn't for long when everyone joined in the center of the hall to dance once more.

His other hand steadies on Y/n’s back while the other is holding her hand as he carefully avoids the ton's eyes. The ton swarms the floor and Sunghoon takes it as a perfect timing to sneak out the royal court and out in the open.

What they didn't know is that one person caught them; and he was just standing at the very corner of the room cautiously eyeing them the entire time with an obnoxious, deafening regret swallowing him from his gut.

Under the incandescent gleam of the chandeliers stands Yang Jungwon, a boy who just had his heart crushed by the mere sight of torture for his soul and a brainrotting guilt for giving away the woman to not just an apparent threat with a face that screams trouble, but to an all-knowing, remarkable snake who perfectly knows how to play his cards right.

The moment they step foot on the grassy lawn across the royal staircase, the two continuously huff out exhales of reliefs and share a rather boisterous laugh afterwards.

“Didn't think we'd get past them, did you?” Sunghoon, with both hands on his waist, huffs out shaky breaths while looking at the almost helpless miss who’s now wiping her forehead with the back of her thumb.

Sunghoon fishes out a small piece of cloth from his pocket and walks closer Y/n leaving the two a tiny gap of distance. “May I?” He offers to which Y/n responds with a light nod. He gently taps her forehead from the sweat of anxiousness and the sneaking out they did a while back.

“Are you sure you're okay?” He twitches his head to get a good view of her face and before he knew it, he was locking his eyes on hers.

“Forgive me, it's just, your eyes, they're... divine. I’m completely charmed.” Y/n blinks twice at the pithy remark from the favorable marquess. Almost all thoughts of her dearest lord vanished at that striking remark from another fine nobleman.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion. “the idea of putting on a good show?”

“I thought we just did?” She questions.

“Not the dance. I meant we should play pretend. Only if you wish to, of course.”

“Pardon me, Your Grace, but I don't think I’m catching up.”

Sunghoon almost sighs in frustration but quickly stifles it with a chuckle. “Forgive me for eavesdropping back there but I couldn't help myself. A chap gave you a heartbreak?”

“A longtime crush that I couldn't ever acquire attention from let alone a good moment.” Sunghoon lets out an amused smile with a jerked brow.

“Let's play a game.” He snaps. “Two witches brew a scheme to make the perfect concoction of envy. Whoever indulges the contents will either conceal their long-hidden truth, or swallow it down until all there's left is nothing but void. What do you say?” Sunghoon playfully smirks at the young miss who seems very impressed with the whole ploy.

“I’d say cheers to that!”

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warnings: none! fluffy times with the best boy, once again. reader is gn!

no one but you. (reki x reader)

“stop it!”

“i’m not doing anything!”

you jutted your bottom lip out at your best friend, reki, who was grinning at you teasingly. “i’m just saying that your hands are kinda small, and there’s nothing wrong with small things!” reki defended proudly. the two of you were sat on a ramp at the skate park. langa had a special dinner to attend with his mom that night, which was why it was just the two of you there today. the sun was setting, dipping slowly to the horizon as a mirage of oranges and deep purples began to unveil itself in front of the two of you.

reki was applying a few bandaids to your fingers from when you had bailed moments before. you could see that reki had scribbled designs on them the closer you looked: a few doodles of gears and miscellaneous drawings of what resembled “s”. you smiled at the rose he had drawn on the bandaid that stuck to your thumb, your smile gentle and warm as you observed his work. this boy held so much creativity in that pretty little head of his and he didn’t even realize it.

reki’s eyes peered over at your expression from the box of bandaids he was holding, watching your delicate features and the way the light made you look angelic at this time of day. his heart thrummed in his chest as you caught him looking. his red hair bobbed as he glanced around for something, anything, to form an excuse as to why he had just been caught staring. though, all you did was laugh. the blush that danced on his cheeks gave him away, his hands opting to reach for yours instead to inspect your fingers to redirect your attention. “did we get all of them?” you asked him, to which he nodded.

“yeah, but your hands are still small though,” he raised a finger to your nose, tapping the tip of it twice before giving you another silly smile. you huffed with a roll of your eyes, no malintent behind your actions. “oh please, they’re not that small. see, look,” you took one of his hands, raising it up and holding your own against his. his hands were calloused, worn from creating his own skateboards over the years. his fingers were a bit longer than yours, and you could see the black nail polish you had previously put on his fingernails starting to chip.

reki’s face was burning, though you didn’t seem to notice. “i told you,” you looked up at him to see amber eyes fixated on you. his goofy smile had lessened into one that was affectionate, tender in the way he took all of you in. small tingles began to shoot down your arm, your own blush rising up your neck. reki didn’t say anything, simply rotating his hand to allow his fingers to slip between yours comfortably. you looked at him in a bit of bewilderment, his entire demeanour catching you off guard.

“i know, hah. this is probably a bad time. but i’ve liked you for awhile, like more than friends, and i understand if you don’t like— i don’t know, like me like that because i mean hah.. there are a lot of better guys out there and uh..” reki’s words trailed off once he felt your warm hand squeeze his fingers. he watched your expression intently. your eyes were always so warm, so inviting to him. it made him feel appreciated, loved beyond belief, even if you two were simply friends. he really wouldn’t trade you for the world.

“i like you too,” you giggled, pulling his headband over his eyes and causing him to let out a squawk of surprise.

“and there’s no one i want more than you, reki.”

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