#last time i was eating a slice of pizza and this man passed me by and said 'bon appetit' and today i was getting on the bus eating a

[mirmidones]

anyways what's up with random men having something to say when i eat in public??

[bi-writes]

I imagine that Johnny's "uncle" instincts are so strong that he would do anything for the MOB and Simon's kids, it doesn't matter that "the kids" are cats. Also i think Simon would have a talk with MOB (and Soap) along the lines "if something happens to me he is the person who would take care of you". ~ i spend to much time daydreaming about this fic

mail-order bride

johnny watches with a careful eye as simon disassembles his rifle. he's methodical about it, very careful. he has a clear desk in front of him, and every piece that comes out has a place on the surface, a special spot that it must go.

"ye called fer me, LT?" johnny asks, knocking on the door gently. simon nods, not looking up from where he's sitting. he motions to the chair in front of the desk, and johnny takes a seat, hooking his thumbs into his tact vest and spreading his legs as he sits there. "what do ye need?"

"'ave somethin' ta say," simon mutters. "'n i'm gonna say it, and y'r gonna keep quiet and not interrupt me. and when i finish, ya aren't gonna say anythin' about it. and we aren't gonna talk about it ever again. say ya understand me, sergeant."

johnny swallows, shuffling in his seat before nodding.

"aye," he says lowly. "roger tha'."

simon sniffs, picking up the barrel and using a microfiber cloth to rub it clean. he leans back in his chair, not meeting johnny's eyes.

"tha' last op got me thinkin'," simon mutters. "thinkin' a lot." he sighs, deep from his chest. "wot would happen to my girls. if somethin' were to happen to me."

johnny purses his lips, his palms getting a little clammy. but he doesn't speak, because he's been ordered not to.

"and if tha' happens," simon continues. "i don't want anyone else lookin' after them except for you, johnny."

their eyes meet finally, and johnny swallows hard. it's a long gaze, and they hold each other there for a few moments to get an understanding of one another, to speak without speaking.

johnny stands, shaking his head. it's hard for him to believe that simon could die. he's unkillable. he's ghost. he's a man too capable of staying alive, too good at crawling out of early graves, that he doesn't understand truly what it is he's seeing in his lieutenant right now.

the thing in his eyes, he's just never seen it before. it's fear.

"simon."

your greeting as he steps through the front door immediately makes his shoulders relax. you're in the living room in nothing but one of his old shirts, standing there with a big smile on your face. his eyes rake down your body, over your bare legs and socked feet. your smile is bright and contagious, and he drops his bag off as you come closer to him. as always, your hands find the hem of his skull mask and slip it up and over your head, and you giggle when he blushes as you look over his face.

"you're so handsome," you whisper, and he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. you lean up on your toes and kiss him warmly, smoothing your hands up his big arms and wrapping them around his neck. simon can't help himself; he slides his hands down your back and slips them up the hem of the shirt you wear, cupping your ass in both gloved hands and squeezing hard. you laugh into the kiss, pulling away slowly, meeting his eyes. he looks tired. he looks...sad. "simon...is everything okay?"

you swipe your thumbs under his eyes, smudging the eye-black there, and he just shrugs. he doesn't lie. it isn't okay, he isn't okay, and you kiss him again to say you're sorry, because you don't know if he would want to hear that.

"i, uhm...ordered a pizza," you say softly. "thought we could watch a really bad movie and eat gross."

simon smirks, leaning his forehead against yours.

"i'd like tha'."

as you're plating up greasy slices of pizza, simon passes a piece of paper to you. it's an index card with a phone number on it and an address. the address is far, really far, and you lick the sauce off your finger before looking up at him.

"what is this?" you ask, taking it from him.

"tha's johnny," simon murmurs. "if anythin' ever happens...if ya ever need me...'n i'm not 'ere--" you open your mouth to say something, but simon shushes you gently. "--if somethin' ever happens to me...you call johnny."

you purse your lips, meeting his eyes for just a second before looking back down at the card.

"nothing's gonna happen to you, simon--"

he cups your face in his hands, shaking his head. he's staring down at you, pleading, asking you to just do this for him, to just say yes, to not fight him on this one thing because he needs this.

you press the index card to your chest gently, nodding finally.

"yeah...okay..." you whisper. "i'll call him, simon. if something happens...i'll call him."

if something happens, if something happens, if something happens--

"simon," you whisper, grabbing his eyes again. he blinks, and you compose yourself when you see that glaze over his eyes, the slight shake of his bottom lip. you have never seen him this way. you have never seen him shake ever before. this was your husband. simon riley, made of nothing but dense rock and steel. but his thoughts are far away. his thoughts are somewhere else, seeing a scenario in his mind that you imagine may not be hard to think about, as if he's lived something like it himself.

the unknown. the despair. the aftermath.

the inevitable.

"simon."

your voice brings him back. he's back in the kitchen. he's back at home. he can hear the cats in the living room, the little bells on their collars ringing as they chase each other in little chaotic circles.

he's back with you. in his little bubble. he's praying to a god he doesn't believe in that it won't burst so easily.

"dont worry, simon. i'll...i promise i'll call."

[allfryam]

the office part 2

Jason was loving his new job. All of the people were great, he barely did any work, and he was never hungry. Speaking of hungry, it was lunchtime and him and Connor were going down to the food court. Jason ordered 3 double cheeseburgers, a large shake, a side of Mac and cheese, and some fries. “Do you want anything?” He asked Connor.

after gorging on enough food to feed a family of three, Jason leaned back in his chair, revealing a sliver of his smooth belly under his shirt. Jason had gained over 25 pounds in the first month working at the office. He had yet to notice because he was convinced he was still perfectly in shape. He tugged his shirt back over his belly and let out a big burp. “I think these shirts shrink after a bit.” He said. “Yeah. Same happened to mine.” Said Connor. “You should come over to my place later.” Connor said. He explained the new x-box game he just got to Jason. Jason wasn’t all that interested until Connor mentioned pizza. “I’ll be there at 6.”

arriving at Connor’s apartment, Jason noticed 6 large pizzas sitting on the counter. His mouth was already watering. They sat down to play the new game and dig into the pizzas. Connor had easily eaten the first pizza, but he was struggling on the second one. “Man I’m full”. He said. “Oh well. More for me” Jason quickly grabbed the box and grabbed two slices at a time, one in each hand, guzzling down the slices as fast as he could. He was like a machine. He didn’t even slow down until after he finished the third box. He hated wasting food so he kept eating but it wasn’t easy. He got another few slices in before he had to take a break. “Yo do you care if I take my shirt off? It’s kinda hot in here”. “Ya sure man”. Jason took off his skin tight shirt and revealed his tight stomach. It was round and soft and sat just on top of his belt. His chiseled pecs were growing softer too. They began to sag and get bigger they were almost all the way to his belly. He took off his belt and unbuttoned his tight pants. His growing gut surged forward with a groan. “Fuuuuucckk”. “That feels so much better”. He burped and grabbed another slice of pizza.

by the end of the night, there were still 5 or 6 slices of pizza left but both boys were stuffed. “Dude I think I can eat them but I need help”. Jason said. “help?” “ yeah. Just help me eat these.” “Ok.”

Connor grabbed a slice and walked over to Jason. Jason leaned back and closed his eyes. Connor shoved the slice into Jason’s mouth as far as he could. Jason mindlessly chewed and groaned as he ate. Connor continued the cycle until there was one slice left. Jason’s belly was taut and red. It looked like a balloon that was inflated too much. “Uuuugghhh” Jason moaned. But Connor didn’t stop. He stuffed the last piece into Jason’s mouth and forced him to chew. After what seemed like hours, Jason finally swallowed and finished the pizza. He had eaten four and a half LARGE pizzas all by himself. He promptly passed out on Connors couch with his stomach grumbling in pain.

A very similar routine would occur for the next month and Jason loved it. He got to steal some delicious donuts from the break room, have an enormous lunch with Connor and then go back to Connor’s place and play video games and eat some more takeout. Jason’s frame was quickly expanding, and he had no clue. He had started to notice a few changes however. He couldn’t fit into his work pants anymore so he would leave them unbuttoned and hire it under his shirt. He had gone through three sizes of shirts since he got the job, but he still believed his dryer was shrinking them. Jason had no idea he was over 50 pounds heavier than he was just a few months ago, and Connor liked it that way.

[vintagepascal]

the plan

AN - behold, my first fic! this is not my first go round in tumblr fanfic, but it is my first fic on this blog, so bare with me while I get my ducks in a row in terms of a masterlist and all of that jazz please. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy :)

word count - 2,500

rating - mature

content warnings - smut, no kinks involved (fluffy smut)

summary - pedro comes home after a few weeks of work and movie night takes a turn for the better (ao3 link if you prefer :) )

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He never would have asked, but it was habit. Or maybe pent up excitement was a better term for the prep work that always seemed to commence when you knew that Pedro would be home. 

It was subconscious now, so much that you barely even registered that it had happened until a few days before he was scheduled to fly home. It made you smile to realize that over the days prior you’d been picking up small things here and there - his favorite foods, a new movie that you’d both been meaning to watch, a new blanket for the couch to cuddle up under, a good bottle of wine. Small things that would make for a perfect homecoming.

It never fully sunk in until the day of the flight, when that text that read “boarded” came through that made your breath come a bit easier and your heart feel a bit lighter. On that particular day, you had an easy day of work ahead of you that helped to pass the time, and only a few hours to kill once you got home. You made the most of your time, settling in quickly as your phone buzzed on the counter.

landed mi amor. should be home in an hour or so

You hearted the message immediately, excitement and relief washing over you simultaneously. 

sounds good baby, you wanna get dinner out or eat something here?

You watched as he typed.

Home please, don’t wanna share you yet. 

You blushed at the thought. 

What sounds good?

Just throw a pizza in the oven, or put in an order at Damascus and I’ll pick it up on my way in, whatever sounds better to you 

Pizza then, it gets you home faster 

He hearted your last message and went silent for a bit. You knew the routine well enough to know that it meant he was getting off the plane and into a car. So you busied yourself around the house, making it as cozy as you could with little touches you knew would make him feel good - fresh sheets, his favorite candle lit in the living room. 

You got ancey 30 minutes later, deciding to change into something more comfortable. Any time emotions ran high, you went for your comfort clothes which were always Pedro’s. 

You found yourself in one of his sweatshirts, a pair of soft running shorts and some of his polka dot socks, dancing around the kitchen as you put the pizza in the oven and tidied to pass the time. 

When you heard the familiar jingle of keys you were putting plates on the counter and you felt the smile spread across your face immediately. You focused on slicing the pizza, wanting to give your man a moment to get in the door and settle before you ambushed him. 

He wasted no time. As soon as he cleared the threshold he was headed for you, suitcase rolled to the side and eyes searching until he spotted you. 

He was humming, a content sound that moved closer to your ear as he came up behind you, arms winding around your middle as he nuzzled into your neck, scruff just the right mixture of soft and rough and him against your skin. You melted into him, breathing him in as you turned around in his grasp. To your surprise, his grip tightened again, lifting you until you were sitting on the kitchen island.

You gasped as your bare thighs hit the cold granite, but Pedro caught it as he kissed you, cradling your face to tilt it down ever so slightly to meet him. He only let go to slide his hands down, down, down until he found your thighs, beginning to chafe his palms across the goosebumps that had spiked up suddenly in an attempt to warm you up.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” he cooed between kisses, but you didn’t care. You’d freeze before you moved from where you were in that moment. Instead you hooked a leg behind him, coaxing him closer to you, pinning his hips against the counter and holding him there as you slotted your fingers through his hair. You loved when the parts he played made him grow it out a bit longer, where you could feel his curls begin to peak through. 

You kissed slow, purposefully, all the I missed you and I love you’s that you’d said coming to fruition with each pass of your lips. It didn’t matter how many times you’d done this, it still made your heart flutter each time he pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss right back to your lips, or brushed his lips to the tip of your nose. Each tiny gesture that made you feel loved, cherished, seen . 

By the time you’d gotten enough of your fill, the pizza had gone cold, and the sun had already disappeared behind the buildings, but you didn’t mind. You stayed close for a moment, breathing each other in and reminding yourselves that you had days of this ahead of you - it was the only way you could convince yourself to stop.

“How was your flight baby?” 

“Long, but comfortable. I sat next to a nice old woman from Mexico who I played uno with for an hour,” he said, leaving one hand on your thigh as he slid over and started serving the pizza onto plates. You both didn’t mind a cold slice anyways. Tucking your legs up onto the counter into criss cross, Pedro handed you your plate and settled next to you, leaning against it. “How was work?”

“Fine, it was a pretty easy day. Nothing crazy happened so that’s always good in my book. But it went surprisingly fast considering how ready I was for it to be done.” 

“Ready for it to be done huh? Now why would that be?” He smirked at you.

“Oh no reason, can’t think of anything,” you rolled your eyes, reaching over to brush a crumb off his beard. 

“You got big plans for the evening or something amor?” Pedro teased, inching closer to you.

“Hmmm, I was thinking scary movie, comfy blanket, couch cuddle?” 

“Uh, yes, yes and yes. But, one condition.” He grinned at you, fingers trailing to the hem of your shorts. You quirked an eyebrow. “Less clothes,” he hummed. 

“Deal,” you smiled, stealing a kiss before you climbed down. 

“I’ll set everything up, you warm up the blanket,” he instructed, kissing your forehead. You did as you were told, stripping your shirt and shorts off and scurrying to the corner of the couch, settling in under the blanket and watching Pedro. He moved with a grace that always captivated you, even in the most mundane of tasks - it was nice to have constant eye candy around. It only got better once he got the movie started, lights off and pulled his shirt casually over his head, turning towards you.

He went to lift the blanket, but you swatted his hand.

“No pants zone under here,” you grinned, popping a foot out from the blanket as a guard as he undid his belt and dropped his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. 

He shivered dramatically, making you giggle as you lifted the blanket up for him to scurry under, slotting himself beside you carefully before he reached over to pull you against him entirely as the opening credits began to play. 

You nuzzled up to his neck, basking in the feeling of his skin against yours as you found his hand, tracing his bullseye tattoo absentmindedly. He pressed kisses to your hair when you settled, and you felt the rattle of his laughter, heard it hum in his chest when you jumped at the first scary scene a few minutes later.

“It’s alright mi amor,” he teased, though you could tell his heart was beating a bit faster. “I’ve got you.” 

“I know,” you hummed, letting out a sigh. Pedro held a great respect for movies - sometimes, it was more entertaining to watch him rather than the screen. He always got so engrossed in them, loved explaining and breaking them down while still letting you just enjoy them.

So it surprised you when you felt him readjust and slide down the couch a bit further. Even more surprising when he reached over and ran a finger along your jaw, turning your face to him so he could catch your lips with his. 

Not that you were complaining. You ran your nails gently along his beard, tongues melding as he deepened the kiss, hips shifting as he got somehow closer to you, making you grin.

“Don’t like the movie, hmmm?” You teased against his lips, barely getting the words out before he was on you again, dropping more of his weight into you and pressing you in the cushions.

“Movie schmovie ,” he countered in a grumble, hands moving through your hair. 

You took control then, a familiar dance that Pedro was more than happy to help you choreograph as you rearranged to straddle him. You perched there for a moment, hands on his chest, just taking in the sight of him - beautiful as ever, his curls contrasted against the light fabric behind him, the slight gray in his beard. 

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. I’m just looking at you.” 

His blush was undeniable, and you laughed when he covered his face with both hands. You gently pulled them away, kissing each finger before Pedro pulled you down to kiss him again while keeping your hands trapped with just one of his. 

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled a hair tie off your wrist and reached behind your head with gentle fingers, gathering your hair up and into a messy bun to keep it out of your face. 

“There’s my girl,” he all but groaned, hands moving down to your hips, pressing you into him. It was as if someone had lit a fire - suddenly, neither of you could get close enough to one another. 

A familiar rhythm began, a split between him pushing up against you and flattening down in a desperate plea to become one with him after what felt like so many nights aching to feel him through the screen. 

“I missed you,” you breathed, pulling on his hair hard enough to make him gasp, arching his back just enough to tilt his head back into your hands. He wasn’t at your mercy though - in a swift move he sat up, bringing you with him and finding the back of your bra, guiding it off your shoulders and discarding it over the back of the couch. 

You didn’t care enough to register the cold air, or the goosebumps brought on by the feather light scratch of Pedro’s fingernails down your spine with his left hand, because his right hand was on a mission you were much more preoccupied with. 

His fingertips skimmed the top of your panties, making you whine.

“Pedro,” you whimpered, and you saw your favorite smug smile spread across his face as he gazed up at you.

“Words, mi amor.”

“Please,” was all you could think to say, your hips moving up towards him. “Don’t tease me, it’s been too long, please .” 

He wasn’t good at denying you anyways, but when you begged he never stood a chance.

“Tell me what you need baby, and it’s yours.”

You were done talking. You showed him instead, lifting up just enough to reach between you and push his boxers down, freeing him. He got the message, reaching down to push the fabric the rest of the way off his legs. 

Your panties were next - he didn’t bother trying to get them off. He simply ripped them down the side as if they were made of paper. You watched the muscles in his biceps ripple and you groaned, impatient.

Pedro’s hands skidded up your thighs, and you knew what he was after. A master of foreplay, you quivered at the memory, but you didn’t have the patience, not when you could practically feel the heat rolling off him right below you. 

You shook your head, dipping down to distract him with a kiss and reaching between you again, lining up and sinking down with a sigh. The stretch was sweet, a satisfying sting that was worth the reaction you got to swallow from your boyfriend - his eyes rolled back, fingers digging into your thighs as he groaned, giving you the chance to nip at his neck. 

“Fuck me,” he breathed, guiding you along him, arms moving to wrap around your torso as you rocked together. “God I missed this.”

Bracing with one hand he sat the two of you up, changing the angle in a way that made you bite into his shoulder to keep from screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

Pedro sucked in a breath through his teeth, gaining leverage and thrusting up into you. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, your forehead falling to his shoulder as you got lost in the rhythm that he kept you in, giving him control of your body - he knew it better than you by now anyways. It didn’t take long, between his hand between you with just the right about of pressure, his strong arm holding you steady.

“There you go baby, cmon give it to me,” he coached, rocking you strong and you tried to stay with him. 

“Yes, yes yes yes fuck,” you cried. Pedro caught you as you arched back, holding you steady with both his hands as you came undone, legs shaking as he chased his own high, right behind you as he came with a final thrust. 

The afterglow was blissful, despite the gentle aftershocks that still made your legs tremble. Pedro rubbed circles in the muscles of your thighs, peppering kisses to your shoulders as he tried to even out his breathing. 

As gently as he could, he lifted you off of him just enough to settle you back onto his lap. Your lungs stopped burning after a moment and you leaned back just enough to meet Pedro’s eyes, immediately bursting into giggles at the look he gave you.

“Well that was… something.” 

“Something huh? That was an ambush! I had a whole plan, I haven’t gotten to make love to you in weeks and we just fucked like teenagers on the couch!” Pedro laughed his way through his words, kissing your cheek as you blushed crimson. 

“I love you, sue me,” you shrugged, shivering a bit as the AC kicked on. Ever the caretaker, Pedro noticed and wrapped the blanket around the two of you again. 

“Do you want new panties or anything? Water? Towel?”

You shook your head, too comfy in that moment to care - if you made a mess, you’d clean it tomorrow. Pedro settled the two of you back into the corner of the couch, rewinding the movie by about fifteen minutes and re-immersing himself in it, but staying keenly aware of you. 

But you were still glowing, satiated and happy for the time being just to be next to him, tracing shapes on his chest while he played with your hair and watched the screen. 

It turned out to be a decent movie, and Pedro scooped you up bridal style when the credits played, making you smile.

“How’re you feeling mi amor?” 

“Happy. Loved. Why do you ask baby?” 

“Because now it’s time for my plan.” 

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as always in the writing world, any interaction means the world!! please let me know your thoughts, and feel free to send a request if you have any :) I write for Pedro and currently for Joel, Din, Javi P, Javi G and Frankie!

[cookies-over-yonder]

close your weary eyes

Adaine has already been worrying about Riz, what with his thousands of clubs and negative hours of sleep, but when she gets a text from him during an AV club meeting he's surprisingly absent from, she's more concerned than ever. Riz: what does a panic attack feel like?

ao3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

title from rises the moon by liana flores

Adaine is sitting on the vacant side of her bed, reading through her textbook when Riz wakes up.

"Mmm, what time is it...?" he mumbles beside her.

"It's almost ten."

"I missed so many fucking clubs. Shit."

"How are you feeling?" Adaine asks, pulling him into a side hug. He melts into it, burying his face in her side.

"Like shit. I don't know what happened. I was on my way to AV and then I just... I don't know."

"Yeah."

"That used to happen to you all the time?"

"Yep. Every day."

"That fucking sucks."

"It did, but I've got meds and therapy now, so it's easier to manage."

Riz is quiet.

"I'm worried about you, you know?" Adaine says, and she feels him tense up. "It's just... you're so stressed. All the time. It can't be healthy. And I know from experience what that's like, and watching you go through something so similar... it scares me, Riz."

She whispers that last part, feeling tears prick at her eyes.

"I—listen, I was fine before, it's just—it's this year—"

"Were you fine before? Or did you just convince yourself you were?"

Riz sits up and looks Adaine in the eyes. "I... don't cry, Adaine, please."

"I'm worried about you!" Adaine sobs. "You barely eat, you barely sleep, you only drink coffee, and I'm worried one day it's all going to catch up to you and you're gonna fall apart. I see you shaking. All the time. I can't tell if it's from coffee or anxiety but my gut tells me it's both! Seeing you break down in there earlier, it scared me. Because how many times is that going to happen when I'm not there?"

"It was just a one-off thing, Adaine! I—I—I'm taking care of myself, I—"

"No, you're not!" she shouts, "You're taking care of your grades, your extra credit, Kristen's campaign, the mystery, and everyone around you, but not yourself, and I'm scared for you!"

"Adaine—"

"It—it's like I'm watching you tear yourself apart and I can't do anything to stop it! That's what it feels like!"

"I'm sorry, okay!? I just, I can't—"

Before Adaine knows it, she's getting up, walking out the room, and shutting the door with a loud slam.

-

Riz doesn't know where he went wrong, but somewhere along the way, he fucked up, and now Adaine is crying in another room, and he's sitting speechless on her bed.

And his head fucking hurts.

Then there's a knock at the door.

"Adaine?" Riz asks.

"It's Fig. Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

Fig comes inside, shuts the door behind her, sets down a plate in front of Riz, and sits beside him on the bed.

The plate has a bit of fruit, a couple slices of pizza, and a couple pain killers. She pulls a water bottle out of her pocket and hands it to him. He takes it wordlessly and downs the painkillers immediately.

"Adaine is fine, she just needed a second to cool down. Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

She rests a hand on his knee, and the way she looks at him gives him a sense of anxiety he can't quite pinpoint.

"How much did Adaine tell you?"

"She just said you had a hard day, and she's worried about you. I don't know anything else, but... well..."

Riz stares at the plate. His stomach hurts. He skipped breakfast this morning—not hungry and not enough time—and had a club meeting during lunch, and then passed out before he even got here.

So why does it feel so hard to just eat what's right in front of him?

"Riz, you're shaking."

"I think I freaked Adaine out, Fig," he says, getting off the bed to pace.

"She's just worried about you, man. Honestly, I am too. What even happened?"

"Adaine thinks I'm not taking care of myself," he says as he paces, his tail flicking back and forth.

"Are you?" Fig asks, and Riz bites down the urge to hiss at her incredulous tone.

"I am!" he shouts, sucking in a breath. And another. And another.

It's hard to breathe.

No. This isn't going to happen twice in one day.

"Riz, come sit down," Fig says, guiding him back to the bed by the shoulders. He does so without protest, and sits cross-legged on the bed, holding onto his ankles.

"S—suh—sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me," he stutters, taking in shaky breath after shaky breath.

"I think you're just stressed," Fig says, rubbing his back.

"I'm always stressed, though."

"But you're like, really stressed."

Riz curls in on himself a little and shuts his eyes, feeling tears start to fall again.

"It's okay, Riz," Fig says, "You should eat. It might make you feel better."

"'M not hungry."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Yesterday."

"Riz!"

"What?"

"Open your mouth."

He does, with his eyes still closed. Maybe it's a bad idea, but he's too exhausted to care.

And then Fig is shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth.

"Bite."

He does.

"Chew."

He does.

"Swallow."

He does.

"Good."

"Don't you have anything better to do than feed me?" Riz asks. He barely even tasted it.

"Nope!"

"Why?"

"Because you're my friend, and I love you, and I want you to be okay."

Riz thinks back to the note that "Gorgug" left him. In the emotions of the moment he hadn't realized, but when he looked at it again, he recognized Fig's handwriting right away.

He confronted her about it, and she'd since started leaving notes signed by her, on his locker, in his backpack, at his desk...

Sometimes, Riz has so much love for everyone around him that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

And sometimes, when that love is returned, he feels even more lost.

Because love means worry. Love means checking in. Love means making sure you're sleeping. Love means making sure you're eating. Love means tearing yourself apart to help your friends, but it also means helplessly watching your friend tear himself apart, Riz supposes.

He doesn't know what to do.

"I love you too, Fig," he whispers, and she's hugging him, and he's crying again.

He eats some more pizza, not saying much else and just listening to Fig ramble about her songwriting, and Ayda, and songwriting about Ayda until her phone buzzes. She checks it.

"Mm, I'm gonna head back. You gonna be okay?"

He nods.

And she's gone.

And there's another knock.

And Adaine steps in.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," she says. Her face is red and puffy. "It's just, I'm just—"

"It's okay," he says, standing up to face her.

"I just, I get so worried—"

"I know. I know. But I—I'm okay. Um... I slept, remember? And I've been eating, see?" he says, gesturing toward the plate of half eaten food.

"Why are you in so many clubs? You're smart enough to know that you're overworking yourself. I know you are."

"Uh—"

Riz swallows.

"I—I don't—uh—"

"Never mind, let's talk about that another day," she says, sparing him, and summoning Boggy a second later for him to hold. "Do you want to watch a movie? With the others, I mean. Unless you want to watch it with just me, or if you don't want to. Or if you just want to watch a movie by yourself!"

"I'll watch a movie with everyone," Riz says, giving her a weak smile, and watching her sigh in relief.

And so the night continues with Riz curled up on the couch between Adaine and Fig, watching some movie he doesn't understand and he's too tired to parse, and he still feels that baseline of tension he always has, but at least he's got love.

He'll always have that.

And he closes his weary eyes.

[vienssunshine]

is megumi loyal?

Is Megumi loyal? Is the sky blue? This man is ride or die, no matter what. We've seen it over and over again with his undying fidelity to his friendship with Itadori and his relationship with his sister. He would absolutely have the same attitude towards his partner.

You question Megumi's loyalty:

The diner is lively, the tables around you buzzing with the after-dinner chatter of families and partners on a warm summer evening. You're sitting across from your boyfriend, Megumi, who's munching on a slice of the pizza you've ordered. He's ravenous after a mission that seemed to last forever.

Your slice of pizza, however, remains in front of you on your plate, untouched. An insecurity has been tugging at your chest, one that, despite your best efforts, you haven't been able to shake in your boyfriend's absence.

"Megumi..." you start, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Mm?" He glances up from his dinner.

"Would you ever cheat on me?"

He looks like you've asked him the stupidest question in the world. His deadpan expression tells you how obvious the answer is, but he still articulates, "No, I wouldn't."

He goes back to his pizza, and even though he could pass a lie detector with his delivery, the irrational thought doesn't leave your mind.

"Like, no matter what?" you follow up.

He sits up from leaning over his plate. It's clear to him that this has been bugging you: you always fidget when something does and your hands have found their way to messing with a napkin on the table.

He wants to make you feel better, though he doesn't understand where you could've gotten this idea from. On his missions, all he thinks about coming home to you, being able to wrap his lanky arms around your warm body and nestle his face into the crook of your neck. It's the time he spends cuddled up with you in a swaddle of blankets, lazily chatting with you about your day in the gentle hours of the night, that gets him through the challenging parts of his life; he lives for it. Didn't you know that?

Because he cares—and even though he's not a smooth talker like his mentor Gojo—he tries to put your mind at ease. "There's no one else I want besides you," he elaborates, "I mean, it took Itadori a month of going on and on about the magic of true love to finally force me to work up the courage to talk to you. It's so annoying that he was right, he still hasn't shut up about how he 'contributed to our fairytale romance.' "

You giggle at that, and a subtle smile softens Megumi's perpetually flat expression. He brings his hand over the table, stilling your fidgeting fingers when he encases your hand with his own in a gesture he hopes is comforting.

"But yeah, I wouldn't throw all that away," he gives your hand a soft squeeze, "No matter what."

Maybe you don't see it as clearly as he does, but it's without hesitation that he'd put his life on the line for you; it's his nature to be willing to sacrifice himself for the person he loves. He will be loyal to you until the day he dies.

You smile back at him, satisfied with his answer.

"Now eat your pizza," he says, "All your silly questions are gonna make it go cold."

[sugarcherriess]

Congrats for the 1k! Can I req?

1. Sunwoo - enemies to lovers (fluff+smut)

2. Chanhee - strangers to lovers (fluff)

Thank you friend! I covered the Chanhee request here because this post wouldn’t work properly beyond Sunwoo’s hc’s 🥲

Enemies to Lovers with Sunwoo:

cw - fluff, smut, body worship, Sunwoo’s like a middle schooler, i do NAWT support the “if he bullies you he prob likes you” thing people try to say sometimes but for the sake of the plot lets just consider it a healthy opinion to have 😮‍💨, Sunwoo is bad w feelings </3

I 100 percent believe that if Sunwoo has any type of animosity with someone then this dude just goes quiet

Like he’s not going to verbally annoy or attack you

Mans is just gonna pretend you don’t exist

And he doesn’t even explain why he doesn’t like you to anybody

None of the boys know and you don’t either

But his constant avoidance of you made you hate him too

Like who does he think he is?

You and the guys often have dinner together at one of your’s apartments just to catch up for the week

Or weeks if its been too long

And Sunwoo always manages to sit where you can’t even exist in his peripheral vision

This time it’s Younghoon’s apartment you’ve gathered at

And he’s ordered pizza

But the pizza you want is on Sunwoo’s side of the coffee table

And you roll your eyes

You’ve had an ass day as it is

Getting late in the morning, missing an important deadline, burning your favourite shirt, the coffee running out on you

Anything that could go wrong today went wrong

And talking to Sunwoo was the last think you were looking forward to

But you still try to be civil

“Sunwoo can you please pass me the slice,”

And yet he pretends not to listen.

“Sunwoo?”

His face turns slightly in your direction

“Pass me the pizza,”

He already has a slice in his hands

But he maintains eye contact while he grabs the slice you asked for

(the very last one)

And and then eats it in record time

You’re stunned and annoyed but you can’t really do much besides huff and sit back

Haknyeon offers you his slice though

At which Sunwoo rolls his eyes

And get knee’d in the thigh by Eric

The night progresses and you guys start a spontaneous karaoke session

And it’s you and Changmin up in front of the TV going all out on After Like

The dive jumped out of the depths of both your souls

Coincidentally, Sunwoo’s sitting on the couch right behind you

His eyes on your ass but he’s not going to be confessing to that accusation in the event that anybody catches him

When you and your temporary dance partner finish with a bow to your makeshift audience

The boys go all out on the applause

While Sunwoo’s sat there looking like the grim reaper

“You look like you’re rotting from the inside out,”

That’s your first mistake.

Your second mistake is thinking Sunwoo wouldn’t say anything back

“Kind of happens when I have to look at you flail around like a dying crab for five minutes,”

Any other day you would’ve rolled your eyes and let it go

But again. You’ve had a terrible day and you’re too irritated to let him treat you like shit

“What the fuck is your problem with me?”

“Your existence is a curse on me,”

It’s supposed to be a joke

A shit joke but a joke nonetheless

And Sunwoo thinks you’ll take it like one

You know. Like he intended.

You don’t

You pick up the cushion nearest to you and throw it at his face

“You’re a horrible person,”

The others watch in horror as the situation escalates quicker than they can control it

Just as Sunwoo realises that he hit a nerve and that those are tears in your eyes

You burst out the door

You run out the building without any concern for the rain that’s pounding outside

And the fact that you’re wearing sweats and a tshirt that won’t save you from the cold

Sunwoo figures out that he’s actually crossed a limit and runs after you

“Why won’t you leave me alone?! Stop following me!”

You would manage to scream at him through your tears and the clouds pouring down

“It was supposed to be a joke I promise!”

“Fuck you!”

Let me remind you that this is you two on the side walk while everyone else rushes to get under shelter

Sunwoo would run a little faster and catch up to you

A true kdrama moment happens when he grabs your arm and turns you around– the torque making you spin right into his arms

“I didn’t mean it,”

Both of you are breathless with you still hiccuping through your sobs

“You always treat me like shit! I don’t even know what I did!”

You’d try to push him away but he’d only pull you back harder.

“I know. I know and I’m– I’m sorry,”

You’d try to wipe your face and look at him with all the seriousness you could muster

“Why do you hate me so much,”

“I don’t hate you,” he’d laugh, annoying you even more.

“Then why are you such a dick to me?”

“Because I–“

He says something but you can’t hear because thunder strikes at the very moment.

“What?”

Sunwoo would say it again but the thunder would overpower his voice once more

“I can’t understand a word-“

“I said I love you!”

He screamed because he thought that the thunder would cut him off again BUT!!! IT DOESNT!!! SO BOTH OF YOU AND A FEW BYSTANDERS STARE IN SHOCK!!!!

But Sunwoo would sigh and start explaining himself

“I’m just. Bad with feelings okay. I didn’t know how to be nice to you without exposing my feelings so I just. Did whatever I had to do to make you run away from me– I’m. Sorry,”

He’d cup your face with both hands,

“I really am,”

Kissing a dude you considered your mortal enemy under the rain was not in your 2022 bucket list but would you look at how the earth moves

Kissing him even harder in the comfort of your room was an even more far fetched thought

But you know what you did think about a lot?

Kim Sunwoo taking his time undressing you

Him being the epitome of patience as he kisses down your neck, your chest, scatters them on your belly,

All the way down to the “hidden treasure” between your thighs > his words not mine

He sits on his knees before your alter and worships your body for hours upon end

All the way into the morning when the sky stops pouring outside and the sun peaks out

The way his head has been peaking out between your thighs all night

He would kiss and nip all the dips and curves your body shows him

His thick warm lips wrap around your nipples and his slick tongue plays with them until they turn sore

He toys with them until your body aches for his cock

And then he would turn you onto your front

Palm laying flat at the middle of your back and pushing you down on the mattress

Just for him to slide inside and give you what you begged him for

His hands would busy themselves soothing out any stiff muscles he can find

While his dick pushes your insides open to fit his girth

He’d change like a billion positions to find the spot that makes you crumble in his arms again and again

And it would just be the start of his apologies for treating you horribly because of his terrible emotion handling skills

Making love to you like a devoted husband?

Fucking you like his personal whore?

He would do it all just to prove that he can please you however you want

You just have to say yes

Which you do eventually

While riding him in the early morning to give his back a break 🫶🏼

[elejah-wonderland]

elejah_au

Love is in the Air

_a tvd fanfic_part 3

a/n: first of all

Thank you 🎈🤗

for reading and liking.

_this is a little light-hearted love story, set in Rome, Italy.

*

"Elena!" Elijah muttered looking at the woman somewhat dumbfounded. She was the last person in this world that he thought would meet. A feeling of strange warmth splayed across his chest as her hand now moved in a single wave followed by a little smile. "Hello, there"

"Hello," Elena uttered with a surprised gulp, her heart lurched in an excited rhythm, "Elijah"

"Uhm - sorry that I am so" Elijah found himself gapping.

"Speechless?" Elena teased a little, finding it completely unusual that she could be so forward with a man she had seen such a long time ago, and yet, it felt like it was yesterday.

"Yes - I guess - it's just - yesterday I read an article about you - and - well, I knew you were in Italy filming, but never could I've imagined I'd meet you - right - uhm - how are you?"

"Me? Fine. Busy - and fine. Taking an incognito holiday." Elena said.

"Sorry, what?" Elijah shook his head a bit.

"I finished shooting - which was exhausting, though no one would believe it - and at the end of it - I said - this is it! I am taking a couple of weeks of and escape. And here I am in Rome." Elena explained."You?"

"Me? Research - for a new book - a sequel, actually. I don't know if you know - a historical mystery thriller." Elijah said.

"Let me guess- Burning Wings sequal? Yes, I know - but why are you standing? Please take a seat it down - unless you are waiting for someone-"

"No - not waiting for anyone" Elijah said and finally sat down, "I don't really mean to intrude if you are here - with - someone"

"What?" Elena slipped, and quickly understood that he meant if she was with someone. Chuckling a bit, she shot at him quite cutely,"Well, yes, I am with an imaginary fiancé here actually, but - it really has to stay under the radar."

"Imaginary?"

"Yes. No other fiancé. And the imaginary one broke it off with me anyway. And so, I am on my own here, sipping wine and - thinking that this town is and its romantic thing just a myth."

Elijah smiled broadly now. He thought of pinching himself. Could this be real? Was she sitting there next to him, her chestnut beaming at him charmingly? Her whole being shining like a sun.  The photos he had seen didn't do her justice, he thought. She was more beautiful, than he remembered. 

If it wasn't for the waiter arriving to ask what he would have liked to drink, he would have been lost gazing at her forever.

"Yes, red - Merlot is fine. And square pizza romana with mozzarella- I have not had anything substantial to eat since I arrived.".Elijah said.

"Wow - the real thing." Elena chimed.

The waiter now turned to Elena and asked if she was going to eat anything.

"I am fine. Just another glass of the same."the brunette replied. 

"You can have a slice," Elijah offered,"unless - pizza is a no- no."

"Pizza is usually a no-no- but since I am on holiday it is a yes-yes. I had a carbonara for lunch, and before I came here, one of those chocolate and pistachio biscotti and now will pass. Thank you. When I go back home, my personal trainer will not be happy, and will definitely put me on a really tough training schedule."

"Where is home now? Still L.A?" Elijah asked.

"Thinking of moving to New York, actually." Elena said.

"I am in-between houses, cities - I've got nothing really set up. Uhm- just got divorced a few months back"

"Oh - sorry."

"It's fine. We have not been together for two years now. It just got final. And I don't have an imaginary fiancé either." Elijah joked a little.

"Noted." Elena said and then swayed to another topic-"so, you are setting the plot for the sequel in Rome?"

"Yes, I am." Elijah replied and then retrieved the memory that she knew about the first book,"did you read my book?"

Elena nodded slightly. "I started it. And I can tell you that I got hooked on it straight away. Angel is one feisty woman. They way she stood up to her father, who wanted to put her into a convent. It's going to be quite interesting to play her."

"Play her?" Elijah looked at Elena a tad bit shell-shocked.

"Yes. You will not believe it, but I got the book a couple of days ago. My agent is talking to the producer of The Creed. They want to get the rights, and if and when they do - I said yes to playing Angel. I guess, you don't know anything about it?"

"Well- my agent has mentioned that she is in talks with potential movie deal - wow- this is incredible!" Elijah looked at Elena shaking his head a bit, feeling like this meeting was not a coincidence, that there was a higher power working - something.

"Knowing my team- I have a feeling that this is gonna happen"

"OMG - suddenly I feel under pressure - for an unexplained reason."

"Yes- just - everything is - all this - us meeting is so extraordinary."

Elijah turned away seeing a couple take to the dance floor, as a very old song came on the radio.

Swaying his look to Elena, he put a hand out, "Dance?"

Elena smiled and now took his hand, and they walked to the small free area next to the bar.

[useless-bi-otch]

Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 27

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 27 - Queens and Clowns

Note: This chapter contains scenes only suitable for 18+ audiences (A.K.A. smut). You’ve been warned

.

Now that he and Tomori were together and knew each other a lot better, Okubo wondered how he hadn't noticed the signs before.

They've always been there, right under his nose. She had warned him about them herself, and he had chosen to ignore it long enough to be vulnerable. And now, he was in that situation, trapped between a rock and a hard place because of a promise.

All because she, in addition to being cute and sweet, was calculating, slightly manipulative and fully aware of the effects she had on him. If he had noticed these signs sooner, he would have set boundaries from the start. But now it was too late, and he was...

"... Wrapped around her little finger."

"Being held by the balls."

“Lassoed and ridden like the bald bull you are."

"You're good at thinking of synonyms, but not at helping me think of a way out, aren't you, you bastards?!," Okubo grunts, taking an angry bite of his pizza slice while watching Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda being complete assholes to each other during the most violent Mario Kart competition he had ever watched in his entire life. "I'm serious , that girl put me behind the eight ball!"

"Sorry to say that, Okubo, but you're the one who got yourself into this," Kaneda comments, ignoring the curse Rihito shouted in his ear when he throw him off the track with a red shell. "You shouldn’t have agreed to go out with her when you had a bruise too obvious to go unnoticed."

"Or you should've lied and said that it was one of us who did that to you during a sparring session- Rihito, you son of a bitch!," Himuro yells when Rihito throws a banana peel in front of him on the track and makes him spin. Rihito laughs out loud.

"Suck on that banana, you man-whore! And yeah, man, you should've said that. It was a lie, but it was for the greater good, right?"

"I thought about doing that, but I couldn't!," He gestures frustrated. "I don't know what's with her eyes, but I'm totally incapable of lying when I look into them! It's a mix between Puss in Boots from Shrek and a human version of Hello Kitty with the softest, most good smelling boobs in the world! It was a lost battle from the start..."

"You couldn't even put your foot down? Like, saying you won't take her to see a Kengan match and that's it, no more whining?," Himuro asks, grinding his teeth while trying to pass by Rihito without being hit by the green shells that surrounded him. Okubo shakes his head, shoving the rest of the pizza into his mouth at once.

“I wanted to do that, but I just couldn't. She was naked at the time, just out of the shower, all wet and smelling good," He can't hold back, smiling when he remembers, still chewing. "With her asking like that, there's no grown man who can resist."

"Holy shit, dude… now I understand why you took so long to fuck her."

"What do you mean?"

"You knew that your brain cells were all stored in your balls and that she would empty them without thinking twice."

"Fuck you, Rihito!"

"Too late, I'm doing just fine! Yes!," Rihito raises the joy-con in the air in celebration as he manages to pass Kaneda on the last corner and cross the finish line first. Kaneda moans, throwing his head back, while Himuro throws a small tantrum and throws the other joy-con onto a cushion. Good thing, because Okubo would beat his ass if he broke even one piece of his Nintendo Switch. "Gentlemen, I'm fuckin' unbeatable!"

"No way, this is just the first championship you've won tonight," Himuro snorts with a frown. "You were ahead of Kaneda by a measly four points."

"Which I intend to keep in the future. Now, go eat a pizza slice with Egghead, I have a lil' fucker to beat," Rihito dismisses him with hand gestures, to which Himuro gives him the middle finger before leaving the joy-con aside and walking away, sulking.

"Asshole... get his ass for me, Kaneda."

"Haha, I'll do my best. Anyway, Okubo...," Kaneda turned to Okubo while Rihito adjusted the game's settings. "Now that you promised her, there's no going back. Breaking the promise could be worse for you."

"I know…," Okubo scratches the back of his head, tired. "I wouldn't do that to her anyway. She's been honest with me, the least I can do is reciprocate."

"Yeah, but at what cost?," Himuro says while grabbing a pizza slice inside the box on the kitchen counter. "We already talked about the risks, remember?"

"I do...

"And you're still going to go ahead with that idea?"

"It's not because I want to, Himuro," He retorts angrily. "Don't you guys understand? She didn't give me a choice. It almost looks like an ultimatum," He sighs. "If I keep more things from her, she'll think I'm not being honest enough and conclude that it's not worth investing in our relationship. It's that thing about giving too much and getting too little in return... and I want to give as much as I get."

"Holy shit, that came out so wrong, hahaha!"

"Shut up, Rihito, I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay, you want to be serious, right? So let's be serious," Rihito forces himself to stop laughing, looking seriously at him while Kaneda chooses a cup. "You don't want her to know about the Kengan Association because it might be risky for her or is there more to it?"

Okubo immediately gets uncomfortable. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, you're focusing too much on something that can be easily solved," Rihito shrugs. "If your concern is with her safety, that's fine. She'll have you and us, if you're the one fighting, to protect her."

"Wow... would y'all really do that?"

"Of course. We like her too," Kaneda guarantees with a nod. "Not just because she's your girlfriend who isn't quite your girlfriend."

"Yeah. She's just a nice girl," Himuro shrugs.

"Yep! She's crazy and a little sarcastic and judgemental, but still cute," Rihito agrees. Okubo sniffs a little.

“Gee, guys… you really-”

"Not to mention that if I play bodyguard, she'll owe me one! Then I can ask for her friend's number as a payment without feeling guilty about it."

"Holy shit, you're the most self-serving jerks I've ever met in my entire fucking life," Okubo runs a hand over his face, grunting. "Okay, I'm glad you guys want to do this for her too. But continue your reasoning, Rihito."

"Alright," Rihito and Kaneda turned their attention to the match again, but the former kept talking. "If that was your only concern, you'd already know that it is very easy to solve. But there's more to it, right? Because when you mix Miss Uta and you, there's always something more. I've got your number..."

"Unf. Aren't you an observant motherfucker..."

"You're just that obvious, bro."

"Indeed," Kaneda and Himuro nod together, and Okubo glares at them indignantly.

"And you still agree with him! Ugh... okay, it's not just that," He finally admits. "It also has to do with moral issues."

"Moral issues?"

"Yeah, like... you're aware of how she's an avid martial arts fan, right? She's always watching the fights in the major leagues, even the lesser known ones," He takes another pizza slice from the box, eating it with a frown. "Only all those leagues are public, safe and full of rules. I don't know what she'd think of an underground league, let alone one like the one the Kengan Association maintains..."

"Look, I think she already guessed that you're involved with underground fighting, considering how you kept hammering this 'backstage league' thing," Himuro forms quotation marks with his fingers, to which Okubo shakes his head.

“But she doesn't know the full extent of the whole thing. It's something much more serious than a bunch of alley jesters getting together to beat each other to a pulp without much safety involved," He finishes chewing and swallowing, burping afterwards and continuing, "Rock bottom always has a basement. And I... I don't know, I'm worried that she might think this is wrong."

"But that's the thing, man… from a legal point of view, it's wrong ," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which he snorts.

"Wrong to the point that she thinks our relationship isn't worth the effort! That she doesn't want anything to do with a guy who gets involved with that stuff. And the whole thing is very violent, much more than what she's used to seeing on television..."

"Oh... you're thinking she's one of those purist fans then... Damn it!," Rihito curses when a blue shell hits him, allowing Kaneda to pass him. "There'll be payback, mark my words!"

"I'm going to leave my change purse ready, haha ," Kaneda jokes.

“Either that or she became more adept at the concepts of right and wrong after she got over her delinquent phase,” Okubo muses, and Himuro frowns at him.

"Delinquent phase? What, just because of that tattoo?"

"No, she was absolutely deranged during her teens, according to herself. She almost got expelled from school once," He says, eyes wide; the fact still amazed him a little. Rihito lets out a mocking laugh.

"Give me a break! The tattoo thing I can believe in, but this?"

"If you're doubting it, ask her the next time you see each other. Anyway...," Okubo shakes his head. "She doesn't deny her past, but today she tries to distance herself from it. And if she concludes that I'm not following the same path, that the Kengan Association goes against the kind of life she's been trying to maintain... ugh, I don't know," He scratches his whole face with his hands, eyes squeezed shut. "I just don't want her to give up on us because of this!"

"Does that make you rethink your participation in the Kengan matches as a whole?," Kaneda asks, and Okubo needs to think a bit before answering.

"No… I mean, I'm just like you guys, I enjoy fighting without all the rules of the public leagues. Ultimate Fight has hardly offered me more challenges, I'm already at a much higher level-"

"If your ego inflates more, it'll replace your car's airbags."

"And the Kengan Association provides me with that," He continues, ignoring Rihito's comment. "I don't care about the businessmen's shenanigans, as long as I can fight strong guys. It's the same with you. I'm just worried that she won't accept it..."

There is a brief moment of silence while Himuro thinks and Kaneda and Rihito slaughter each other on screen. Himuro then asks the question he honestly didn't want any of them to ask.

"If she doesn't accept it, will you consider this a thing that's doomed to fail? If neither you nor she are willing to compromise..."

Okubo sighs heavily.

"I don't know, man. I don't want it at all. But if things get to that point..."

"If it gets to that point and you see that you are at an impasse, it means that she's not the right girl for you. It's that simple," Kaneda says. "And there's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes people just don't work together and it's no one's fault but circumstances'."

"I know. But it's been a while since I wanted something to work so much in my life," Okubo admits, a little embarrassed, but unable to contain himself. "You can say I sound like a sappy fagot and shit, but I don't think I'll find anyone like her anytime soon. And I don't want to. I just didn't want to have to give up one thing to have the other. It's so fucking unfair"!

"Maybe you don't have to!," Rihito says, leaning to the side when making a sharp turn. "If she really was that deranged like you're saying, maybe she won't think it's that wrong. Who knows, maybe she even likes it," He suddenly gives a mischievous laugh. "Maybe she'll get all excited with your performance in a match and wants to try some moves with you on the mattress, hehehe..."

"Rihito, what are you saying..."

“No, Iron Fingers might be right. This is an outright muscle eater we're talking about," Himuro says to Kaneda. "Like, I don't think she would like to see Okubo killing someone in the middle of a match-"

"I don't even intend to! I almost killed my first opponent in Ultimate Fight and I'm traumatized to this day...," Okubo shivers. Himuro nods.

"See? She wouldn't like it, but a fair, violent, bloody fight is something else. Some girls really get turned on with this stuff. If that's Miss Uta's case..."

Okubo blinks. And then he opens a huge stupid smile, even blushing a little.

"Jeez, gigolo, you really think so? Because man, if I win a Kengan match and it gets my Tomoh all horny for me, I'll be more than happy to crush other people's faces!"

"Fucking simp!"

"Fuck off, Rihito," He snorts while Himuro and Kaneda laugh. "The day you feel the softness of the right titties, I'm the one who's going to be laughing."

"Look, I don't know if they were the right ones, but I sure felt the softness of several titties a few days ago," Rihito opens the very same stupid smile. "There's no best way to celebrate Komada's first victory in months, dammit. .."

"Oh yeah, you went to celebrate at Ms. Rino's club on the same day as Okubo's Kengan match," Kaneda comments, and Rihito nods, his chest puffed out.

"We sure as hell did! The girls were so sweet with us. First time I went to celebrate with Komada and Ivan too, since my official brothel bro gave up on that life," He mutters in a sullen tone, to which Okubo smiles in the corner.

“Sorry for that, man. I liked the Golden Pleasure Club as much as you, but I wouldn't trade what I have now for anything."

"I know, bro. 'We're happy for you, you know that," Rihito nods. "And it's because we know how important this is to you that we're telling you not to expect the worst. Your chick is a martial arts lover. She's the type who knows that, sometimes, men only understand each other through violence," He laughs. "Just tell it like it is. If she knows you like she says she does, she won't be on your case."

Okubo smiles wider, his chest lightening considerably. He scratches the back of his head.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks..."

"Yeah, you're so right I'm almost wondering if you're really Rihito," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Kaneda chuckles.

"Don't they say that even a broken clock is right twice a day? Well…"

"Why don't you go screw yourselves? Fuckin' bastards," Rihito grumbles, ignoring the laughter of the others. "You shouldn't even be surprised, I've been on a winning streak like no other lately. It's one win after the other!"

"You say that, but you're still behind me on that last lap..."

"Not for long. Go boomerang!," He screams, and laughs loudly when said boomerang hits Yoshi right in front of him. Kaneda lets out an indignant exclamation.

"Aaah! I could accept it if it was a shell, but a boomerang? It's too humiliating!"

"People do what they can with what they have, man! Hell yeah!," He celebrates when he crosses the finish line in first place, even getting up from the mat to do a little victory dance. "Another glorious victory for me, dammit! The other pizza is all mine!"

"Shit…," Himuro grunts, rolling his eyes while Kaneda scratches his headr tiredly. ​​"Now we're going to have to put up with this bullshit… can I go smoke on your balcony, Okubo? I'll close the glass door so the smoke doesn't get in, I just need to put nicotine into my system to withstand this..."

“Sure, man, go kill your heartache with some cancerogenous smoke,” Okubo jokes as Rihito does a victory dance in the middle of the room. Kaneda sighs and puts down the joy-con as Himuro marches to the apartment's balcony, looking pissed, ignoring Rihito's mocking laughter as best he can.

"Who said Superman's winning streak would be short-lived, huh? I'm kicking some major ass!"

"Yeah, just be careful not to fuck it up to the point of fucking your business," Okubo hands him another pizza box, still unopened. "Yamashita is sending you messages about your employees’ licenses issues. Better get that outta the way before it comes back to bite you in the ass, man."

Rihito moans loudly, throwing his head back.

"Damn, I hate these bureaucracies."

"It's annoying, but necessary, since you're a CEO as well as a fighter," Kaneda comments while turning off the Switch. "The sooner you deal with this, the better."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop by his office on Friday and sort this thing out, I promise," Rihito nods before turning to Okubo. "And you! You better solve this mess with Miss Uta sooner than later too. We can't wait for this soap opera to end and for us to reap the fruits of it."

"Bro, I swear to God, if you talk about her friend's phone number one more time...!"

"Nah, this time I'll be quiet. Unless, of course, you mention to her that we were the ones who pushed you in the right direction, and if she wants to thank us by being generous..."

Kaneda ends up laughing, and even Himuro, from the balcony, lets out a low, husky chuckle. Okubo just rolls his eyes, but he does so while trying to hold a smile back.

He was already kind of indebted to his friends for everything they had done to help him sort things out with Tomori, Rihito in particular. If everything worked out between them and she accepted this unconventional aspect of his life, why not bring the subject up? At least Rihito would stop pestering them like that. And he would pay off his debt.

"I hope your friend likes inconvenient idiots as much as you do, Tomoh..."

* * *

"So, what do you think?," Okubo asks while closing the door behind him, his tone a bit playful to disguise his shyness. "Is it as you imagined or did the typical masculine carelessness exceed your expectations?"

"What exceeded my expectations was the size. Holy crap...," Tomori comments, sounding impressed, as she walks around the living room of his apartment, even walking backwards so she can contemplate the place as a whole. "So this is how the luxury apartments in Tokyo's upscale area are from the inside!

"Eh, there are much more luxurious buildings around here, to be honest. For a guy who lives alone, this is enough," He decrees, hands on hips, to which she smiles a little mockingly at him.

"A guy who lives alone and has lotta cash in the bank, right?"

"Hey, I'm no saudi prince, but I deserve to have some luxuries with the money I earn working, right?," He shrugs, taking it in stride. "You could also have some if you let me spend a little on you..."

"Nah-ah-ah! You can stop right there," She raises the palm of her right hand to him like a traffic cop. "I'm getting enough luxuries just to be able to spend one night here with you. You sure there's no problem?"

"None! I cleaned the whole place to be worthy of your presence," He jokes, going to her and hugging her around the waist. "I even went to the market and stocked the fridge, all with your teachings in mind. We'll be able to watch Seki's fight in style!"

"Really? Such consideration!," She returns the hug, smiling at him. "Unless, of course, this is a very well thought out scheme to make me cook."

"Would you rather eat food made by me then? The guy who couldn't even get the shape of rice balls right before you showed him how?"

"I would help you! It would be a nice thing for us to do together."

"I'm up for it, but right now I'm thinking of something else for us to do together...," He bends down to reach her, exchanging a peck with her before going to kiss and nibble her neck, to which she laughs and shivers with the tickling.

"Wow, I really spoiled you, didn't I? Leave it for tonight, after Mr. Seki's match," She murmurs against his mouth, after giving him a longer kiss. "Then the gratuitous violence on television will have put me in the perfect mood."

"You're such a weirdo, Tomoh."

"Pot, meet kettle. I've got your number, mr. 'I-Get-Sad-And-Pouty-When-The-Woman-I-Like-Doesn't-Let-Me-Spend-Stacks-Of-Money-On-Her'."

"That just makes you even weirder," He smiles more, lifting her off the ground and making her scream. "And it makes me like you more and more..."

He kisses her again, and even though she starts slapping his shoulders, she doesn't protest in the slightest. On the contrary, she manages to encircle his waist with her legs, and Okubo concludes that it would be very easy to take her to the bedroom (or to the sofa, in case they concluded that the distance between the bedroom and the living room was too great) and get busy with her. The could leave the tour on the whole apartment for after they've satisfied themselves. They would have all day, after all.

It was so good to have fallen in love with a woman who seemed to have the same sex drive as him, or at least enough that neither of them ended up frustrated. Another of the many things they had in common, and he couldn't get enough of discovering more and more of them every time they were together.

It was what made him not want to believe what Kaneda had said a few days ago. That speech about her not being the right girl for him, in case their opinions regarding his participation in an association that promoted underground fights were very discordant. Where else would he find someone as amazing as her? Someone he was so in tune with? Where else would he find that warmth, that joy, that feeling that everything in the world was in the right place when he was with her?

He didn't want to give that up if he could help it. He wanted to get those doubts out of the way so he could commit to her, and not hide anything else. The opportunity had arisen when Sekibayashi Jun's next performance had been announced to be broadcast on a pay-per-view channel, and Okubo had offered his own television, with the combat channels already included in its premium subscription package, to Tomori, so that she herself would not have to pay.

"Is everything all right for you, Naoh?," She had asked, surprised and a little hesitant, after he had made the offer during their date a few days before. He had nodded with a laidback smile. "It won't be any trouble?"

"Of course not! Why would having you at my place would be trouble?"

"No, that's not it. It's just that... now I know that you get a little jealous of seeing me kissing up to other fighters, so I don't want to push your goodwill..."

She had looked embarrassed, and Okubo had felt bad for making her think he was the kind of possessive idiot who was jealous of even the celebrities his girlfriend admired. He reached across the table where they were both eating, in a small pub.

"You won't, I promise. I'd never ask you to put aside your love for martial arts because of my insecurities, Tomori. It's that dedication that makes you who you are, and I'll never want to change that."

She had smiled when he had touched her face, lifting her fingers to touch his hand as well.

"Great. Thank you..."

"And there's no reason for me to be jealous of that old man Sekibayashi, who's more like a grandpa on a national scale than anything else, haha!"

"He's not even ten years older than you, so your national grandpa status shouldn't be more than a decade away either."

"Hey, hey, how long are you going to make fun of my age? That says more about you than me, you old man lover!"

She had laughed out loud, holding his hand up to her face and turning her head to the side to plant a kiss in the palm.

"I'm not an old man lover! I only like one in particular..."

He would have kissed her right there if the place had been more suitable. And now that they were there, in his apartment, away from judgmental eyes and safe behind all those walls, he just couldn't and didn't want to stop.

If being completely honest with her had been easier and potentially less painful, he already would have been. He would have taken her to watch a Kengan match live, even. But the fear of losing all that was still too much, so he preferred to test the waters before being more open. A good start would be to give her a fun day, back at his apartment, which she's been wanting to visit for a while. Combining business with pleasure, that's what they called it.

“And if I can tame the beast with some sexy times, even better!”

The thought makes him deepen the kiss, whereupon she moans softly against his mouth and grips his shoulders through the top of his shirt.

"Hnnn... man, you really don't waste time..."

"I'm no broken clock to waste time. I like to get straight to the point, you know..."

"I know that well now. But I still want to see the rest of your apartment, you know."

"Oh, we can take a tour right now," He suggests, pulling his lips away from hers just enough to be able to speak. "Starting with my room…"

"Oooh, that's right. Your room," Her eyes suddenly narrow. "It's the place I'm most curious to see, to be honest."

He smiles, all mischievous. "Heh, I can imagine why. I assure you, my bed is almost as big as the one in that love hotel's room-"

“I still haven't got even for that day."

Okubo's smile dies a little, giving way to bewilderment.

"Even...?"

"Yup. Put me down, please," She asks, and he, even more confused, obliges. She marches into the hallway, as Okubo follows. What the hell was she...?

His question is answered when she reaches a door at the end of the hall. She turns to him, arching an eyebrow.

"Is this your room?"

"Uh… yes, it is," He nods, his brow furrowed. "Why? What are you...?"

And instead of answering, she simply reaches out and grabs the  doorknob, turning it and opening the door. Okubo can only stare, speechless, as she looks over her shoulder at him, gives him a petulant look as if daring him to protest, and enters the room without even asking permission.

Shit, he didn't know whether to be indignant or have a fit of laughter. He opts for a middle ground, chuckling softly as he rolls his eyes.

"Okay, I deserved that."

And he enters the room right behind her.

He watches her, from the doorway, walk around the room while inspecting everything with interest. He chuckles again when she places a hand over her chin, frowning.

"Disappointed?"

"Not at all. Your bed is really big, wow...," She comments, sitting on the huge mattress, and he smiles more.

"Now you can see why I want to get you there so badly. Just imagine how comfortable it is...," He pats one of the pillows, very pleased to demonstrate its softness. In general, his room was a bit plain, with the king size bed custom-made for him, the dressers flanking it, the closet and the bathroom with a huge bathtub that completed the suite. More personal things that denoted more of his personality and tastes were in his game and reading rooms, but banging her in those places wouldn't be nearly as comfortable as here. "And there's even a view of the city lights at night!"

He indicates the large window in the wall beside the bed, which gave them a view of the surrounding apartment complexes. Tomori smiles, lying on her side on the bed.

"Yeah, it must be very romantic..."

"That's because you haven't seen my lighting system yet! Check it out..."

He rushes to draw the curtains around the window, plunging the room into a soft gloom. And then he claps his hands twice, while throwing a mysterious smile at her.

"Open Sesame!"

Tomori lets out a sound that was a mix of laughter and excited gasp as soft lights come on behind the headboard and at strategic points on the ceiling, around the main source of light, giving the room a cozy atmosphere. She claps her hands as well as she sits back on the mattress.

"Beautiful! I'm going to love sleeping here tonight."

"Thank you, thank you very much," He gives a playful bow. "But you sure won't love it as much as I will!"

"We'll see about that... but look, Naoh, the correct phrase would be 'let there be light', right? ‘Open Sesame’ is for opening things, not turning on lights, haha.

"… If I say that what I wanted was to 'open your legs', will I be able to get away with being made fun of without sounding like a complete asshole?"

She laughs out loud, opening her arms to him.

"No, you won't. Now come here and kiss me before I change my mind and hit you."

And he goes, flushed but still as happy as he can be, climbing onto the bed and holding her close as he complies with her request with an excitement that has her giggling against his mouth. Soon they were lying on the bed, he propping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't put too much weight on her, her hands touching his back over his shirt as her legs lifted, her feet brushing the sides of his hips.

“Hnnn… I kinda made a miscalculation,” she murmurs after they've both pulled back just enough to catch their breath. Okubo blinks.

"Miscalculation...?"

"Yeah. I should've explored the other rooms in your apartment before I decided to be petty and go into your room. I can see that we won't be able to get out of here anytime soon, haha..."

"And you think you won't have another opportunity to see everything?," He looks at her with a malicious smile. "Or to spend the night here more often?"

She smiles back, practically melting under him at those words.

"Now that I've heard it, I don't think so anymore."

And she then brings him for another kiss, already starting to try to take his shirt off by the hem. She loved to joke about how he was in a hurry, but he sure as hell wasn't the only one there who wasted no time...

He loved it when she didn't stall and showed ho much she wanted him. Promptly, Okubo removed the shirt she held by the hem, letting her help him, and promptly letting her caress his ego with her eyes. And her brown eyes, practically devouring him, made him feel like he was on fire.

"I really don't know how you can think you're ugly," She purrs, those avid eyes seeming to burn. "I think you're really hot, I always have…"

"I don't think men are hot, that must be why," he jokes back. "But you…," he kisses her neck, lifting her blouse.

She raises her arms to make his job easier, and soon, her breasts supported by her pale blue bra are visible to him in all their glory.

"I never get tired of hearing that, you know?," She murmurs, her tone desirous. "I used to get frustrated, thinking that you only thought I was cute. But now that I know you think I'm hot too... wow, that drives me crazy...," And she lifts her hips a little to rub herself between his legs, through the fabric of her skirt.

“Always and always,"” He pulls her bra over it this time, so as not to confuse where the clasp is, and he immediately buries his face between her breasts, purring contentedly with her softness, warmth, and scent. She giggled as she shivered at his breath on her skin.

"Your favorite pillow, right? Oooh...," She gasps softly with his kisses there in the middle. "Naoh..."

"More than that…," he laughs softly. "It’s closer to the heart of the one I love…"

The smile fades as her mouth opens in an O of astonishment, her brown eyes widening. He could see a very distinctive glow forming at the bottom of them, her cheeks staining with that shade of pink he loved.

"... Huh? Naoya, you...," She swallows hard, and when she speaks again; her voice seems almost choked. "It's- It's the first time you say that..."

He looks at her, big gray eyes peeking out between her breasts. "Hmm? Say what?"

"... You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?," She closes her mouth when her lower lip trembles a little. "It's the first time that you say you love me."

... Oh, fuck. Loudmouth was the perfect nickname for him, wasn't it?

He feels his face burning, his eyes widening, his stomach doing somersaults worthy of an acrobat. Holy shit, he had planned so much, rehearsed so many times in front of the mirror, had fantasized so much about the best ways to confess to her! But he had to blurt it out like that, on the spur of the moment!

“Well, there's nothing you can do about that now, dumbass! Just go with the flow and clear your doubts while you’re at it!"

"Oh..." he babbles, his face red. "Yeah… I said that. Do you like it?"

"… I do," She nods after hesitating, looking at him with an affection so intense it takes his breath away. "Because I feel the same way. I... I love you too, mountain. Uugh, you…!," She hides her face in her hands, as red as he is. "Making me act all sappy when I want to be naughty…!"

He blinks in astonishment, suddenly feeling all warm inside, smiling like an idiot, but not in a perverted way. It was almost as if his eyes had doubled in size, his breath hitching for a minute.

“Damn it, she loves me too!,” was all that ran through his head, like a wonderful movie that he would never get tired of replaying, over and over, until the idea sank in. He looks deep into her eyes, and in her flushed face, he sees no reason to doubt her words.

“She loves me too...”

Then his smile turns into something naughty. "And can't we be both? Here, I'll show you," he kisses her on the neck. "My beautiful, gorgeous, delicious brunette who fills me with hunger…!," and grunts against her skin between kisses. "Raaaawn!"

She squeals and laughs out loud, bucking all over beneath him, tears appearing in the corners of her eyes. He couldn't tell if they were from laughter, from happiness or both. All he knew was that she looked even more beautiful that way, damn it!

"Hahahaha! That's a low blohohohow...! My god...," She goes completely limp, throwing her head back, the smile seeming about to tear her face. "I'm so happy, I want you so much..."

"I want you too...," He lifts her skirt, kissing down to arouse her, and massaging her legs in the process, even kissing the inside of one of them to make her shiver with the proximity. And he succeeds, making her shudder all over as she bites her bottom lip.

"Hnnn… you really like kissing me there, don't you? Ever since that time at the love hotel..."

"A fruit like that is something I'll always want to eat," he surprises her by going straight to the middle of her legs, over her panties, biting the fabric. She arches her back into the bed, letting out a loud sound of astonishment and pleasure as she wraps her legs around his head automatically, making his face practically rub against it. Holy shit, that was a leg lock capable of knocking any motherfucker down, no matter how big he was!

"Aaaah...! Yeah, right there...," She support her hands on his head, her nails passing through his scalp, scratching lightly. He only gets a little space to run a finger and push aside her panties and kiss her, right there in the middle. And he opens her lips with his tongue to reach a very important part.

Her moan echoes in the room, her legs opening wider and letting him breathe as well as giving him more room to work. He sees her lift her head, staring at him from between her breasts rising and falling with her breath, her eyes almost black.

"Yes, I love your tongue, I love you, I- oooh, yes, yes...!," She closes her teary eyes tightly with his licks. If he wanted romance amongst the naughtiness, that's what he was going to get. He smiles and kisses her more languidly, loving the sounds she was making, squeezing her buttocks in his hands, lifting her a little higher to explore new areas.

Her toes twitch as she bites her mouth, hands cupping her breasts, her fingers playing with her own nipples. She thanked every deity that might exist that he learned so quickly, that tongue was devilish in every sense of the word. But the damn panties getting in the way were so annoying... she reaches out to cup his face, making him stop.

"Naoh, I wanna try something…"

He stops, looking at her and licking his lips. "What?"

She pulls away just enough so that she can take off her panties, dropping them on the bedroom floor. And then she pats the mattress with her hand, right beside her.

"Lie down for me, please…"

Okubo complies, smirking, curious as to what she's going to do. She notices that he was already quite excited under his pants. If he was like this with just tasting her… She really hoped he was only going to get even more excited about what she was going to do from then on. She smiles, climbing on top of him and kissing him, tasting herself on his tongue before stopping. And then she climbs higher, lifting her hips, until she's right on top of his face, her legs straddled and braced on either side of his head, her breathing faster with the urge.

“Wow, I've always wanted to try this… wanna try it too?"

He smiles. "Wow, if you always wanted to, then it's my dream," he pulls her to literally sit on his face, and sighs. "Nnnnh, thanks, ahahhah," and he laughs before kissing her again.

She can barely laugh along, already moaning with satisfaction and bracing her hands on the headboard for support, moving her hips back and forth slowly, following the path of his tongue.

"Hnnnn, you're- you're welcome... ooh, yeah, you're doing so great... I taught you well, didn't I? Hnnnn...!"

"Being hot is your natural talent…," he says while savoring, supporting her buttocks with his arms so that she can move more comfortably. And she gladly does, squirming in his face and loving it, shivering and throwing her head back every time his tongue goes over her clit, moaning loudly because she knew how much he loved to hear it.

"Oooh...! Naoh, this feels so good... I-I'm almost there, don't stop...!"

And he wouldn't be crazy to do that. He even sucked at her noisily, massaging her legs even more, taking a lick to catch her honey, and punishing her clit with his tongue.

The "punishment" proves too much for her, and soon he's tasting her, pure and concentrated, on his tongue, accompanied by those familiar pulsations and her moan that was almost a scream, filling his ears like erotic music.

"AaaAAAAH! Naoooh...," She bends forward, her legs shaking on either side of his head. "My- My god, you're too good for me, hnnnn..."

This softened his ego so much that if someone made a roast beef out of him right now, it would be the juiciest of dishes. He gave her one last kiss before making her come down and sit on his lap so he could appreciate her face, her messy hair, her rosy cheeks, her shuddering breath. She finds his semi-smug face.

"I'm just what you deserve me to be, Tomoh..."

She even shudders at the husky tone of his voice, as well as the place where she was sitting. The bulge brushing between her sensitive parts…she shivers all over as she bends down to kiss him, not caring that his mouth was all sticky.

"Hnnn... oh yeah? So you deserve me to be very good to you too..."

And she bends down to kiss and lick his broad chest, as he had done to her. He laughs a little, feeling a little ticklish, but still lets her kiss him, holding onto her waist, biting his lip as he feels her sway on top of him. He wanted to remove the rest of her clothes, but he let her play with him a little more. Things shouldn't be rushed, not when he wanted to enjoy every second.

Soon her hands were on the waistband of his pants, and apparently she didn't have much patience for teasing that day, because she was soon opening the button and unzipping his pants, licking her lips as she did so.

“Hnnn… you got that way just from licking me?," She asks hoarsely, getting rid of his pants and holding his cock by the base.

"And seeing you, smelling you… I have to control myself, you know? Hnm," he sighs when she holds him and starts massaging him. "And now, with you touching me, there's no other way I can be…"

"I can see that... what if I do this?," She looks at him as she licks the tip, circling it with her tongue before closing her lips around it and sucking. "Hnnn…"

He trembles, biting his lip and hissing. "I think… oh… I don’t think I need to answer, right…? Ooh…," he holds her hair, in a ponytail on top of her head, so as not to disturb either her job or the view. She responds by lowering her mouth further, circling it with her tongue and then moving up while applying pressure. And from there she said nothing more, letting her actions speak for herself, eyes closed as she moved her head up and down, her mouth making smacking sounds. Her enjoying doing it so much was something he was never going to get tired of, holy shit.

"Tomori... hmmmm…," he murmurs. "Ooh… and you still talk about me… oohh… I'm loving this… hmmm… yeah, babe, just like that, oohm…"

She looks at him, not stopping what she was doing, but changing tactics a little by releasing him and closing her mouth around his cock, goingo up and down while holding him with one hand, the other resting on his thigh. That mischievous face, those eyes staring shamelessly into his... how could he ever think she was the epitome of innocence?

He had never been so happy to be wrong. Wolf in sheep's clothing, indeed. And what a wolf!

"Hnnn… I really do," She murmurs after releasing him to breathe. "Because I know you're as naughty as I am," And she keeps going back and forth with her tongue, from base to tip. He doesn't deny it, because it was the purest truth, and because that hot pressure rising prevented him from being very coherent.

"Uuhh… hnmmm… Tomoh… oh," he trembles. "I'm… hmm… I'm almost…"

She retraces all the way to the tip at that, closing her mouth around him again and sucking hard, massaging what she couldn't quite swallow with her fingers, her tongue punishing the slit, as he had done to her. He loved it when she got vindictive like that, damn it!

"Hmmm! Oohh… Tomo-ohhh!," he arches his back at his climax, trembling at the base, and upon feeling that he's locked, she quickly feels him spurt into her mouth, hot and plentiful. She sucked some more to clean it all up, enjoying his dazed face. She then lets go of him, taking a deep breath and licking her lips before going up, kissing his body all the way until she reaches his mouth, which she kisses even harder.

"Hnnn, I love the way you taste..."

He doesn't respond right away this time, just reciprocating, hugging her tightly, massaging her back, hips and buttocks happily, and then letting go of her mouth.

"Hnn... I can't find anything I don't love about you, Tomori."

She smiles, and this time, it was a tender, cheerful, adorable smile like only the ones she knew how to give. She gives him a peck and hugs him back, her head snuggled into his shoulder.

"If you think about it a little bit, you should find something, but I won't ask you to do that. Right now I can't think of anything I don't love about you too..."

He smiles, stroking her hair. It was so soft… he even closed his eyes in satisfaction, stretching out on the bed. He could feel himself light-headed, carefree…

"Naoh...," She calls out suddenly, her voice low, hesitant. "Did you… did you mean it when you said that earlier? It... wasn't it on the spur of the moment?"

"Hm?," he looks at her. "I decided to be honest with you, didn't I? So, yeah, I'm serious...," He didn't want to say how much he wasn't willing to let go of her at any moment; he still feared that it could be used against him, somehow. He loved her and that was undeniable, but holy shit, if that story about true love not making you blind wasn't true. She curls up in his arms, sighing.

“It's just that sometimes it feels too good to be true, you know. I don't know if you feel the same or if it's just me..."

"I have no idea how to compare it, Tomoh…," he sighs. "But I just know that I really care and I'm willing to prove it."

"… Then say it again," She asks, swallowing a little. "Please. Now that our heads are a little clearer..."

She sounded fragile, for some reason. As if she was afraid of something and wanted to be reassured, comforted…he didn't know what had caused it, or if for some reason she had trouble believing it. But if that was a trap...

“Is that what you expect from the woman you swear you love? Maybe you don't love her that much then. And you keeps accusing her of always jumping to the worst conclusions.”

Guilt makes him cringe too. And it's the desire to prove to his conscience how wrong it was that impels him to say what she wanted to hear, and honestly, what he's wanted to say for so long.

"I love you, Tomori," he smiles, and speaks a little louder. "I love you, Shortie."

She lets out a loud, pig-like snort and quickly covers her mouth to stifle her ridiculous laughter. He, on the other hand, laughs out loud without trying to hide it.

"What the fuck was that noise?!

"Shut- Shut up, leave me alone! You're the one who started with this 'shortie' thing..."

"Which is what you are!"

“Anyone is short next to you, you freakin' Ent..."

"If you knew half of my social circle, you wouldn't say that. Now it's your turn!"

"Me? Oooh, now I don't want to..."

"No, now I want to hear it from you too, Piglet!"

She slaps his chest, trying to look angry and failing. There's a brief moment of silence before she looks up at him, her cheeks flushed, a smile lifting the corners of her lips.

"I love you too, Naoya."

He kisses her, as if to reward her, but also tickles her just as a joke, trapping her. It works, considering how she giggles against his lips and squirms, trying to escape his arms but soon giving up.

"Uugh, you take advantage of me just because I'm a 'shortie'…," She whimpers after returning the kiss. "I'm glad I found ways to knock you down, haha."

"I want you to knock me down, that's why I tease you," He smiles mischievously. "How are you going to do it now?"

Her lids droop, her brown eyes darkening again. She lifts her head enough to brush her lips against his neck, tracing his Adam's apple with her tongue and slowly sucking the skin there as she wraps her legs around his waist.

"I'll do it with words," She murmurs in a hoarse tone. "Let me ride you like a bull, c'mon."

"Ooohh," he smiles at her, after shivering with her words. "So you want me to be your bull… hehe, I like that…," he holds her breasts. "But only if you let me move like one and give you trouble."

"Even better. I'm going to love to tame this bull," She bites her lower lip with his hands on her breasts, giving him a quick peck "Do you have a condom? I brought one in my purse, but it's in the living room and I'm too lazy to get out of bed and go get it, hahaha."

"Yeah, I do," he reaches out to get his pants, and from there he removes his wallet, handing it to her. "Right here!"

"Thank you very much. Now if you excuse me...," She kisses him, and with her hands on his shoulders, she encourages him to lie down again. She goes back to holding his cock by the base, stroking it with her hand in that up and down movement that made him a little dizzy. She even went back to licking and kissing the tip to make it easier, dammit... he couldn't stay put in bed after that. Or, just that specific part. The rest lay flat, while another grew larger.

"Ohh… I really can't get enough of this, Tomoh."

"I know, that's why I can't either," She gives him a wink before covering him up and getting up, positioning herself on top of him and biting her bottom lip as she made him brush against her, threatening to fit and not doing so, just to tease him. "Are you enjoying the view?"

"Yeah... it's the best view," he smiles, keeping his hands away from her, but placing them under the torso, his eyes narrowing with the near-contact. "I love when you tease me, I can't get enough…"

She lifts her hips just enough to position herself, and then she moans softly as she sits back down, shuddering at the warm, luscious feel of him slowly entering her. "Ooh, I can't get enough of that either…!"

He hisses low at the contact, but doesn't hold her legs this time. He starts to move his hips with her on top of him. "Now… hmm… it's your turn to ride the bull, he's moving..."

She gasps when he thrusts deeper into her like that, hitting a spot that made her nearly lose her balance. She leans her hands on the headboard again, moaning and trying to keep up with the movements of his hips as she lowers and raises hers, squeezing herself in the process so it feels even better for him.

"Oooh... Let's- Let's see about that... hnnn, Naoh...!"

"Hnmmm… Tomoo ohh…," he groans, moving his hips with her. "Hmm… I can feel you taking me all the way in, oohhh…," He looked at her, his eyes seeming to devour her, while he hissed and gasped with her grips and thrusts.

“And you're going so deep, I love it so much…” She gasps, her expression a little dazed, and he watches her breasts bounce as she rides him hard, sweat trickling down her skin, her full and wavy hair disheveled, wild. Hell, what had he done to deserve such a wonderful view? He didn't know but he was loving it and he wanted her wild like that whenever she wanted to ride him.

"Ohhh… Tomori…," he bites his lip, moving his hips harder. "Hnmmmm… that's so fuckin' good… but… I want to see you…," and he takes a hand to the middle of her legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I wanna see you coming for me…"

"Aaaah! I- I will, I'm almost there, almost...! Na- NaooOOH!," And she collapses on top of him, shivering all over as she squeezed him hard in those rhythmic pulses, and it was so good that she was so much smaller than him, because it felt even better that way, holy shit...!

"Ooohhh… me- me too- hhnnNNNn!," he trembles as he collapses onto the mattress with her on top of him, instinctively holding her hips as he reaches his climax, panting heavily, even rolling his eyes back in delight. He hears, from somewhere in the distance, her breathless giggle. He feels her soft, warm, sweaty body lie over his, and soon, her lips are attacking his in a hungry kiss, her chest rising and falling quickly with his.

"Hnnn... there- there we go... a duly tamed bull..."

"Moooow!," he bellows playfully, laughing out loud along with her afterwards. She gives him one more kiss before lifting her hips, pulling him out of her, and pulling out the condom for him. And she even gives one more lick and a suck on the tip to emphasize, that miniature devil. He shudders and gasps, and she smirks at him.

"You clown... lucky for you that was so good..."

"You're invited to do it more often with me," he smiles, rolling over on the bed to face down. "Come on, let's see the bathroom and then we'll take a shower so we can watch Seki's match."

“If we fit in your bathtub together, I'm up for it. Carry me?," She asks, reaching her arms to him. "My legs are still wobbly, riding you demands a lot from me."

"Don't even ask twice," he picks her up and carries her, taking her to the bathroom. "hohoho, I'm carrying you like a princess! I love it."

"I'm the King of Combat's princess then?" I love it too," She giggles, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes, smiling satisfied. "I accept the title with all the honors that come with it. Being carried is one of them."

"No, no, princesses are too cute for what you really are," He laughs. "If I'm the King, then you have to be the Queen."

She flushed with happiness, even swinging her legs as she hugged him back.

“Okay, a Queen, then. Your queen…”

He had to stop himself from bouncing with happiness as he carried her into the bathroom. He still wanted to retain a shred of goddamn dignity!

* * *

"Damn, Naoh… your bathtub is a dream come true!," Tomori sighs while she and Okubo leave the bathroom, steam following them through the door left open. He smiles as he closes it behind him.

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it! It was like walking into a private bath house where no one makes a fuss about my tattoo,” She smiles at him over her shoulder, finishing wrapping herself in the fluffy towel. His expression becomes insinuating.

"And where we won't be kicked out if we decide to play in there a little. All pros and no cons," He approaches and bends down, moving her wet hair away to smell the nape of her neck, making her shiver. "You can bathe in it whenever you want."

"Hnnn… and what is the fee?"

"Your cookies, your kisses... and whatever else you want to give me," And he takes a bite on her warm and fragrant skin, making her shudder and laugh, moving away from him by slapping his hand.

"You're very easy to please, aren't you?"

"Yeah, that's how lucky you are! Almost as much as I am..."

"Stop it, you...," She laughs and gasps when he grabs her by the hips, pulling her to smell and kiss her neck. "That way we'll end up in an endless sex-bath cycle, again and again..".

“You say it like it's a bad thing."

"It's not, but I really don't want to lose Mr. Seki's match. C'mon, don't make that face," She asks when he frowns. "I already told you that you have no reason to be jealous..."

"What? ... Oh no, that's not it," He shakes his head after a few seconds of confusion. "I was just remembering something and I got thoughtful..."

"Can I know what it is or is this another one of your secrets?"

"No…," He scratches the back of his head, looking to the side in sudden embarrassment. "​​I can talk about it, but it's just… it's kinda ridiculous, to be honest."

"Look, I think we've already reached the intimacy stage where ridiculous situations are part of the package," She argues. "We've moved on from there. I promise I won't make fun of it... too much."

He rolls his eyes, trying not to smile too much when she laughs.

"I would be worried about you if you didn't make fun of it. Anyway...," He shakes his head. "Remember that time when I was trying to win you back after my fuck-up? With the gifts and everything..."

She raises her eyebrows a little, nodding slowly.

"Kinda hard to forget. First the chocolate box, then half a flower shop's stock..."

"And you liked it, you can stop with the exasperated tone," He snorts. "But anyway, the chocolate and the flowers… they weren't the first gifts I bought for you. There's another one... and you can use one of them if you like. They're comfortable..."

"Huh?," She blinks, momentarily confused. And then her eyes widen a little when she understands. "Wait, you – you bought me clothes?"

“Uh… yes?," It was supposed to come out as a statement, but it came out more like a question, given the slight nervousness.

"In plural?"

"Yeaaaah...?"

"Aah… oh, Naoh…," She blushes a bit, scratching an arm. "I… oh, damn, I don't want to sound ungrateful, I swear I'm happy about it, but… how much did they cost?"

He frowns, a little sullen.

“Hey, hey, you don't ask the price of a gift given from the heart."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I...," She ends up sighing. "Anyway, why didn't you give them to me before, in that case?"

"Well… I was going to, but the guys warned me that it might be… inappropriate," He gestures uncertainly. "Under the circumstances, at least."

She blinks again. And then her eyes widened even more, her checks blushing even harder, and this time it wasn't hard for Okubo to read her expression.

"It's not lingerie or anything like that!," he exclaims, alarmed, and she immediately relaxes, taking a deep breath in relief.

"Oooh, good… but what else would be considered inappropriate, in that case?," She asks, and it's his turn to blush. He wets his lips and turns to his closet.

"Yeah, I think you'd better see for yourself..."

He opens the door, allowing her a brief glimpse of the various shelves drawers, the hangers and the items of clothing they hold, the shoes, the baseball caps and various boxes containing sporting equipment before he closes the door behind him. He leaves about half a minute later, carrying a pile of T-shirts, looking a little mortified.

"Okay... first of all, promise you won't get mad at me?"

“I… I don't know if I can promise something like that, so I'll just promise I'll try,” She says after hesitating, to which he sighs.

"Fair enough... here, they're all the same size, so if they don't fit... oh no, the refund deadline has already expired, so it doesn't even matter," He sighs again, more dramatically, and Tomori just can't contain herself.

"Damn, now I'm more curious than worried! Let me see this..."

She picks up the top T-shirt from the pile and unfolds it. She is expressionless for about a second. Then her jaw drops.

"Oh, God..."

"Yeah…," he pouted. "I bought some shirts printed with my face from the store, because well, you're my fan, and I thought if I gave you some… but the guys said…," and he stopped, looking at her. "What's with that face, Tomoh?"

“… It's- It's just that I…,” She starts to say, not seeming to know how to continue. She turns the T-shirt over, checking the back of it and showing him his own face, in profile and smiling, stamped there in a scale of white and gray. She clenches her mouth, holding back a farting sound. "I… I kinda already have one of these, hahaha!"

"... Oh," he sighs. "Okay, I didn't see that coming. So does that mean you like it?"

"Of course!," She exclaims, clearly more relaxed, and that was a tremendous relief. "I mean, if you'd given me that back then, I would've found you very audacious," She admits, but without stopping smiling. "But now… damn, why I wouldn't like it? You gave me the entire collection!," She leaves the shirt aside and goes to inspect the others, excited. "Do you want me to wear one of them, then?"

"Well, they are kind of tailored for you, I think," he says, without much idea in his head. "I hope I got the size right and it's not too tight."

"Let me see…," She removes the towel, allowing him to have his favorite view for a few seconds before putting on one of the shirts. She opens her arms, smiling, showing his own face on her chest. "Yeah, it fits! How do I look?"

"Just like Donald Duck," he laughs. "Wearing a shirt and nothing else."

“Uh… aaah, you jerk!," She hides the middle of her legs with her hands, turning red again, while he bursts out laughing. "If I knew how to make a Donald Duck impression, I'd tell you everything you deserve to hear in his voice!"

"Hahahah, and who said I didn't like it?," Okubo smiles. "You look great in it. If it was up to me, you'd watch the match like this. It would make my job easier later..."

She puffs out her cheeks, still flushed.

"Pervert... I'll wear at least one pair of pajama shorts. Can you imagine me jumping up and down and screaming while my lady bits are ventilated? No, thanks!," She lets him have one more fit of laughter before continuing, smiling knowingly. "But you sure don't play around, huh. Wanting me to watch another one of my idols fight while wearing your face on my chest... they call it 'marking territory', right?"

"Oh, come on," he laughs again. "It's not like you're making a fool of yourself for wearing my face on your clothes… except if it was in front of an audience."

"I know I'm not. But I'd only wear it in front of an audience if you were also wearing something like that, so we can even it out," She jokes.

"Hmmm…," He has an idea. "I think I know exactly what I can do! Wait a minute," he walks into the closet and closes the door. About a minute later, he speaks from inside. "Ready, Tomoh?"

 “I have no idea what for, but sure,” She nods, looking curiously at the door.

"Okay, there you go!," he walks out the door, and there he is, dressed from head to toe as a clown. "Ta-daaaa," he waves his gloved hands, smiling, joking around.

"Uh- Ooooh, my God!," She scratches like a crow, laughing and then pointing. "It's a Kuidaore Taro costume! I can't believe you have something like this, hahahaha!"

"Well, this is a new version, but yes, I do," he scratches the back of his neck. "I wore it in the last tournament I participated in, the guys even encouraged me… but nobody recognized me and that sucked," He sighs. "But it's fine, at least my number one fan recognized it and that's enough for me."

"How could I not recognize it? I baked a whole batch of cookies with his face the second time you visited the bakery, remember? Oh, my Gohohohod...," She bends over herself, still laughing. "All that's missing is the little drum and the drumsticks! Oooh man, I have to take a picture, wait!," And she runs out of the room, with her ass still out.

"Okay, now I'm feeling kinda weird watching you run with your ass out like a nutcase. I want to see more, but I'm dressed as a clown and it's distracting me from my cosplay! My God, that's so fucking perverted, ahahhahaha," He stifles a laugh.

"Dude, control yourself, you have to maintain the character! Come here, the lighting in the living room is better," She calls, and when he goes, she's wearing tiny silk shorts, her phone already in her hand. "Okay, can you concentrate better now?"

"Awwww…," he pouted, and in that costume, it looked like someone had hurt the clown's feelings. "Now I'm bummed, I wanted to keep this mental image of you being cute and sexy in my living room…"

"Naoya, look at the size of these pajama shorts! Only the complete set can be sexier than that," She slaps her own ass, laughing. "You'll see for yourself later. Come on, you don't want to appear in the photo with your 'circus tarp' all set up, do you? Hehehahaha!"

"Damn, that'd be one hell of a weird porn… but I'm not going to do that. Okay, if you're taking a pic, what pose should I do?"

"The classic 'playing drums' pose would be perfect, but I don't think you have the drum or the sticks... Oooh, I know, do a super sentai pose, it'll look funny!," She puts the phone horizontally. And relax, I won't" show it to anyone, it'll just be for me to keep as a souvenir. You look so cute, my God...!," she coos, and it didn't sound mocking. Hell, what had he done to deserve that woman?

He smiles. "Okay then, how about Ultraman's pose, like this?," he raises one arm and flexes the other, leaving his legs apart. "Then I'll open my best Kuidaore smile, just like this…," he smiles.

She laughs out loud and snaps the photo. And then another one hits. And other. And yet another, all of it non stop laughing, varying angles, herself seeming to strike poses in her excitement.

"That's perfect! Now flex your muscles... yes, just like that!," She was approving, and then she runs to him, hugging him from the side. "Wow, I can even see 'em through the costume! Lookin' gooood..."

"And it's all yours," He smiles. "Well, how about if I do this…?," He flexes his arms downwards, making them appear under the costume, and still looking smiling like an idiot, to Tomori's delight. "Yeah, now how about a-," He cuts himself off when he hears the doorbell ring "Oh".

She stops laughing, looking a little startled at the door.

"Oh, are- are you expecting someone? Who is that-"

"HEEEY, IS ANYBODY HOME?!," A thundering voice is heard from the other side of the door. "Is this where someone ordered a half margherita, half Florentine pizza, to match the owner's egg head?"

Tomori's eyes widen. "Rihito?"

"What the…!," he blinks. "I didn't invite him over…," He goes to the door and answers it. "Hey, Rihito, you could've told me you were coming, man!," He stops halfway to open the door when he sees Himuro and Kaneda. "Oh, you guys came too…," and he opens his mouth in astonishment when he notices the seven feet tall man right behind them. "Agito?!"

"Huh?," Tomori frowns, approaching to try to see behind Okubo's body. She could see Rihito, Himuro, Kaneda and... holy crap, who was that giant man right behind them?!

"Can you believe it, dude? Rihito ran into him when he was leaving Yamashita's office and…," Himuro was about to say, but he was interrupted as he looked him up and down, making a slightly perplexed expression. "What's with the costume?"

"And… Miss Uta? You're here?!," Kaneda widens his eyes when he notices Tomori, right behind Okubo. Rihito widens his eyes too, looking from her to the bald man, stopping to analyze the situation... and then making a face that was a mixture of horror and disgust.

"Holy shit, what the hell were you two doing in here?!"

The couple turns extremely red. An awkward silence falls over the group for a few moments. And that's when the huge man right behind the other three idiots, with slicked back dark hair, sunken eyes without eyebrows and wearing biker attire, finally speaks.

"Hnnn… is this what Narushima Koga calls 'bad timing'?"

NEXT CHAPTER

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Demon check-up day part 10||

Hi everyone, Peahen mom here with another chapter to the Demon check-up mini series. If you wish to read the following chapters, they are below this:

~~Chapters~~

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part Eight

Part nine

((Your reading part ten right now))

||Drabble Summary||

Four months have passed after the heavy talk between him and Echo's Devil Ox. It's not all that happened with Akiko never happened so the fractions went back to normal. It's been some time since everyone heard from the cursed vixens too.

Now, Navarro hopes to speak with Echo or at least try to. She has been ignoring his text messages and calls just to check on her. So, he decided to try and have a one on one talk with her. But during the talk, he will see just how badly his words has hurt her. How will this go? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Heart to heart serious talk is present in the drabble

((Guests in this drabble))

Jinx along with her fraction belong to me. Echo's devil Ox along with some others belong to me.

Van ink and the DBT and some of the devils belong to @demon-blood-youths

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

It was now time to skip ahead from that night to about four months. The fractions of NYC has returned to normal in some way after Akiko's check up. Everyone was alright and fine after a few days but it was like everything went back to normal. After a while, Navarro finally said sorry for the ditching to everyone but he did get punishments from everyone he ditched. He took each one and hopes they will forgive him. However, that leaves just one more that he had to get forgiveness from.

Echo.

The DBT was doing their normal thing but many was eating some pizza together but Navarro was looking silent at his phone. Ever since that day, he's been trying to find the right words to say sorry to Echo though he did check up on her at times from calling her or texting her.

So far, she didn't answer his phone calls, going to voice mail. Even the text messages were not even read but only shows 'sent' and nothing else. He sighed looking frustrated since she didn't reply or answer his calls but he was worried. Ink told him to fix it when he can but maybe the two still was cooling off?

"What's the matter now?" He blinks to look up seeing Shdwkyz and Rust there but he looks away not wanting to talk right now.

"Nothing. What do you guys want?" he asked but goes to eat more of his pizza.

"You don't have to sound angry. We just wanna check up on you. Seems you been stressed out for a while after what happened." Rust said but Navarro knew that.

"I'm not stressed; just annoyed." he grumbles.

"Sounds like both to be honest." Shdwkyz said with arms crossed while Navarro just bites into his pizza slice trying to think. The two looks to one another then at him. "Listen Navarro-"

"Don't. I know what your going to say. I should have the time to say sorry to Echo but...I don't know if she's ready to even see my face right now. I want to say sorry to her for what I said to her...but I'm worried on how badly she feels." he said.

"Well, you both just needed to cool off is all. I mean, you were just scared because of the doctor as she was. Besides, it's been about uhhh how long?" he asked Shdwkyz who sighed.

"It's been four months so far. You and her really needed time away from one another after that. Though, we did hear that Jinx is speaking to Ink after two months ago. So, we don't know..." he said.

"Wait four months?! The hell??" he said but he shook his head.

"Look man, I think it's time that you and her talk to get this over with and make up. I mean, you seem pretty worried about her." Rust said.

"Even if she's not your girlfriend as you keep saying it feels like she is-"

"Shdwkyz for the last damn time, she's not my.." But he stops talking to not say it. Navarro said nothing but looks down at his plate to sigh.

"She seems like she is to you. Your saying she's not but you been worrying about her like she is." Shdwkyz said.

"Oh sure, just like you worrying about Vivi? Your not even dating her or her boyfriend." he said but Shdwkyz looks to him.

".....And how do you know that? True, me and her are close friends together..but honestly, we grown closer and even I'm worried about her myself. How do you know that she already is my girlfriend without you knowing?"

"......"

"Second, I am worried about her and the others. Just like Jaron worried about Melinda. Fosh worried about Mouse. Gerald worried about Ping. And Rust worried about Breezy. We all are worried as everyone else is. Heck, the leaders have been texting Ink to ask if she heard from Jinx yet but she has told them she has." he looks to Navarro again.

"Listen, even if things are bad, you can always make it up with her. We know you tend to be a idiot at times but we already know your really worried about Echo right now. Have you tried calling her or texting her?"

"..Tried but she won't answer my calls or texts.." he said.

"Okay but have you tried to go visit her?" he heard Rust say.

"..No. I didn't want to bother her face to face so I tried doing this through the phone." He said.

".....I see. Then I believe you need to try the third choice. Maybe it's time to go talk to her for real. You being on the phone isn't helping so maybe you have to talk to her for that time." Rust said.

"........." Maybe it was time since it's been four months! Though, Navarro sighed to look down. "I..guess so. Fine, I can go and speak to her." he said as the two saw him get his phone but goes to ask Jaron if he can drop him off near the cursed vixen's place. Seems he was going to do this after all.

~~~Later on near Central park~~~

Navarro was silent while looking nervous, holding a bag with something inside. A small plush maybe? He was really nervous to speak to Echo again after so long but he had to fix this. Ink speaks to him but he knew she was still disappointed in him. He was with Shdwkyz, Fosh, Gerald, and Rust who came along to check up on the girls. Ink told them to be back later on but take the time they needed. She would see them later but hopes it works out. She, Ophelia, Oblivion, Maggie went on to visit the others so the team was split up for the day.

Jaron was quiet too as he was driving to Central park for him, still worried about his girlfriend Melinda and the cursed vixens too. Even the drive there was uncomfortable in silence. What would he even say to Echo? Is she even alright? Did he really push it too far? What if he....he shook his head not wanting to over think it but hopes for her sake she was fine.

"..Are you doing alright there Navarro? You been awfully quiet." He looks up hearing Jaron's voice but Navarro looks down to his lap.

"..I don't know honestly. I'm a bit scared to see how Echo's been after what happened. I don't even know where to start if I see her.." He felt terrible true but he wanted to fix this.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm sure if you just talk to her you'll be fine." Shdwkyz sighed looking at Navarro.

"That and be sure you really mean it." Fosh said.

"...I know, I know.." Navarro said.

"Well, it did get me thinking that Echo did start the whole thing by shouting at you but it turned into that." Rust said but the boys said nothing else for a moment till Jaron speaks.

"As many of us think Navarro, you and her just needed time away from one another. Yeah, that day was...not the best for any of us but it's over. I heard Dr. Akiko is back in Japan after her vacation so you can at least feel at east." Jaron sighed driving. "Besides, I also noticed Ink wasn't happy with you after that.."

"I know....but I have to fix this or else I won't be able to live this down. I Just couldn't believe I said that but I wish I can take it back. I never meant to hurt her like that..." Navarro sighed but grips the bag with the plush inside.

"True, you do.." the guys said to him but Navarro looks quiet.

"Hey hey hey. It's alright. You just have to do what you know is right. You have to make it up to her and say sorry. I know it will work. You were able to say sorry to everyone else you ditched so I believe you can get that from Echo too. You have to try.." Jaron said but looks ahead driving still.

".......Are you all still mad at me after what happened?" he asked.

"...I'm not angry and the guys are not either." Jaron said.

"True we all were at first but after taking some time to ourselves, we were alright after a few days. I know many of the others forgave you Navarro..so I know Echo will forgive you too." Rust said as Navarro looks down but hopes so.

After a while, he felt the car stop as he looks seeing the cursed vixen's place. He unbuckles the seat belt and opens the door to get out. It seems they were here but he only held the bag with the plush and looks to Jaron who was coming out as well. The other guys were out as well.

"......." He was nervous to even speak to her or see her but he felt Jaron's hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright Navarro. You can do this." he said but Navarro nods to take a deep breath and lets it out heading up to the front door with Jaron behind him. He would be here to help out in case just like the others. So, the boys go ahead and walk up to the front door as Navarro looks quiet but looks to them. Jaron, Fosh, Rust, Gerald, and Shdwkyz looks to him but nods.

He sees that but sighed to reach and knock on the door. Now they wait. It seems the guys waited for a few moments before they heard the click of the lock and the door opening. It shows a girl but she was showing it's Ping.

'H..Huh? G..guys! Hi there!' she smiled as Gerald smiled.

"Hi Ping!" Gerald said as he sees her happily hug her friend as he hugs back. In that moment, someone else walks over showing it was Breezy.

"Hey guys! What's up?" she asked smiling as Rust smiled back.

"Hey Breezy. I Hope you don't guys don't mind a visit today." he said as she giggled to look.

"Not at all. Come in. We were just hanging out today." she said letting the boys in. She sees them walk in but closes the door to show the girls of the vixens doing their own thing. They did see them to welcome the boys to their home.

"We are happy to see you girls are alright. But where is Jinx?" Fosh asked.

"She's on a task run with Ink right now. She came over a while ago to do some things so she's out." Mouse said.

"So it's just you girls here?" Shdwkyz said.

"Yes. We were just relaxing today and taking the time to just rest after our mission yesterday." Vivi said. As the girls were talking, Navarro was silent before looking to think. Melinda noticed but looks to him.

"Navarro, you okay?" she asked but he looks to see then down.

"....I.....I don't know if I should ask but I..Is Echo here?" he asked as Melinda looks to him but she sighed.

"She's here. She's in the back yard...did you wish to speak to her?" she asked to see Navarro slowly nod. "Well, follow me then alright?" she said but turns to lead him while the others saw this and hopes for the best. Jaron follows along but sees they were heading to the back seeing a back yard with a view. And sitting near the ledge was their other team member Echo.

She was looking out to the view of central park but she was wearing light clothing with her hair in a messy pony tail like bun. She didn't move but Melinda stops to look at the two.

"...So..how is she?" Jaron asked.

"..She's....stable. We been so busy trying to keep her happy but she's recovering pretty well. She did have some..break downs trying to hurt herself but we stopped before she did anything. So, she's okay." Melinda said as Navarro looked more upset with himself to see the bomber like this. Though, he did see some scarf tied around Echo's arm and some white bandages on her arms.

"....We will leave you both to talk." Melinda said gently to Navarro before she takes Jaron's hand to walk off with him so the two bombers can talk. Navarro looks out seeing Echo sitting there but he only was worried. She usually would be doing work in her garage or something or working on projects but..here she was sitting out side.

Taking a slow breath, it was time to talk to her. Navarro opens the sliding door to outside to feel the morning breeze but he walks out to close the door behind him to look at Echo. She looks up at the sky just to take the time to relax from the mission yesterday. She didn't know Navarro was behind her while he was holding a present. When getting to her, he sighed to look up.

"U..Ummm...H..Hi Echo...."

She heard his voice but looks ahead as he wonders if she'll even speak. Just as he was about to speak, he stops to see her slowly turn her head to him. He looks to see a silent expression on her face. He saw her green eyes looked empty, just like she lost her happiness.

Yeah, that was not good. As she looks to him, Navarro didn't know what to say right now. Because they were looking at one another in silence. His face looked pale but he keeps that down holding the bag.

"........."

'O..oh boy..'

Seems it was time for a talk.

[uyuiuyui2]

Untitled short story by areaman (2016)

I had always fantasized about walking through a gym locker room once my cock was doubly buried in a heavy, soft fatpad, which was also hidden under my massive, swaying overhang. And so, there I was, at the local downtown gym, drop-in pass in hand. The walk itself wasn't my favourite thing - far from it, lately - but my energy was bolstered by how turned on I was. Not that anyone else would know. I was secretly thrilled as I watched the looks of horror and disgust on the fit and average-bodied guys as I slowly navigated my way, naked, to the showers. As they unconsciously ran their hands over their muscled, slim torsos. The fattest man any of them had ever seen, barring maybe on some TV special where they cut someone out of their house as a spectacle. Some of them would tell their workout buddies about it, never to give it another thought, but my presence that day would stay on the mind of one of them. He'd been working so hard to keep in shape lately, and to keep his natural appetite at bay. Depriving himself, save for a rare tipsy visit to McDonald's, all for the sake of fitting into his 38 khakis and XL polo shirts. He'd masturbate that night, after his meagre dinner of skinless chicken breast and salad, imagining me surrounded by the extra-large pizzas and greasy burgers and blender jugs full of thick, rich shakes that had made me this way. He came faster than he had in as long as he could remember, almost without touching himself at all. The next night, he'd masturbate again, but this time full of a large Domino's pizza he'd impulsively ordered online and then consumed entirely and rapidly, washed down with a two liter bottle of root beer, straight from the bottle. As he folded each cheap, greasy slice into his mouth, he pictured me again, slowly waddling through the locker room, overhang swaying pendulously against my massive thighs. Eventually the wave of post-jerk guilt at both the obscene fullness of his belly and the subject matter - namely, me - dissipated, permanently. Internalized cries of "how can you do this to yourself?" had become elaborate meal plans and schemes to figure out more ways he could do this to himself. And his appetite kept up with every plot he made to consume, while his body softened and grew rapidly. Three months after I made that lumbering journey from the lockers to the shower, he'd regained nearly fifty pounds of the weight he'd fought so hard to shed. Nine months later, he walked back into the gym locker rooms himself. Now nearly a hundred and ten pounds heavier, eating and growing his body to become like mine had become a full-time obsession. His cock twitched at the excitement of mimicking the day that had set him off on this path of rediscovering the joys of obscene gluttony. Still, he calmed himself before changing. His fatpad had become an impressively thick roll, spreading widely across his hips, but the head of his dick could still be seen poking out from under it when he was hard. "For now," he thought. In clearer-headed moments - that is, once totally stuffed and having blown his post-feast load - he was scared that he was losing himself to his increasingly insatiable appetite. He decided he needed to at least try to get some cardio in. He'd really been feeling the weight of his rapid expansion lately, especially as he made the short trek from the elevator to his front door lately. Working to catch his breath as he lumbered straight into the kitchen for two handfuls of cookies had become the norm very quickly. Five minutes into a very slow warmup, his belly rumbled and he headed out the door to the nearest drive-thru, where he ordered three value meals (his usual, now). He felt a wave of relief as he bit happily into the second burger, nearly laughing as it washed over him. Acceptance. This was the last time he would return to the gym before he really was the size he was meant to be. A little over two years later, he'd return to the locker room. There were times he couldn't believe he'd added nearly two-hundred and fifty pounds to his frame. Certainly his friends - the ones that remained, anyway - couldn't believe it. On his feet, however, he had no reason to doubt it as his body protested at the task of keeping him vertical for this long. This time, the cascading layers of thick, stretch-marked fat that rested heavily against him meant there was no need to quell his erection; only he knew it was there. Both his cock and his heart throbbed with the sneering reactions of the other men, some of whom he recognized - guys that he used to casually greet when he worked out here in earnest. Worked so hard, he remembered, to keep the scale hovering a hair over over two-fifty. What a waste it had been, denying himself what he truly wanted. It didn't matter now. This was his life. It was different, but he was happy. As he feigned a quick rinse off in the open showers, he remembered when he'd watched me do the same. He knew he would eventually grow bigger than I was that day. He wondered if I was, too (I was). He felt his stomach rumble with hunger again.

[xue-kasura]

GHOST~Me

Fandom: Boku no hero academia

Characters: Different Ocs and anime related characters mentioned

Relationship: maybe female Oc x Dabi

Rating: Mature

Overall tags: slice of life, survival, anti-heros, vigilantes, deep thoughts, possible trigger warnings in certain chapters (no explicit written scenes but various abusive triggers will be mentioned)

Fanfic summary:

Gina Hoshikuzu and Kemuri Kakusu (Ocs), a once-a-normal-human and a quirk human, two orphans on the run, trying to survive on their own in this cruel world. The perfect duo talks about their tragic past and how they deal with it, giving you insight into their lives. No detail is left out, no matter how much they want to suppress it.

*Trigger topics will be slightly addressed. Please read at your own risk, I don't want to hurt anyone here. Trigger warnings will be provided for specific chapters at the beginning of the text.

Chapter 1

.......

.....wake..... up......

.......

Wake.Up....

.......

WAKE UP!!

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.....

*door bell ring sound *

"Hello? It's the pizza delivery! Someone home? No? Ok, then it's all mine."

"....shut up....."

The door opened and someone entered the apartment. The sound of distant footsteps approaches the person who was woken up with an uneasy expression.

"I was joking....you look like you had a bad dream again....sorry"

"....I'm sorry.....I didn't intend to be rude....its just -..."

"Did you take your medicine already?.."

"....no.."

He sighed, returned to the kitchen while undressing his jacket and shoes, fetched two glasses of water and the mentioned medicine and returned to the weakly female. She had her weakly states now and then but she was a powerful woman he looked up to a lot. A silent thanking emerged from her as she took the glass of water with the medicine and gulped it in one go, not really feeling better after this. Until she ate a slice of her favorite pizza. Food was something that made her easily happy. There were a lot of tough times but food always made her happy after a tiring day. The young man, he was 1 year younger than her, sat beside the woman, eating his slice of pizza with satisfaction, glad to see the female happy. There aren't a lot of happy times in the previous months so every little time of her happiness makes him happy too. An odd couple silently eating there slices of pizza in a happy state. Nothing more was needed.

"....how was work today?"

"Oh actually pretty good today. Had a lot of really cool customers, also I got tipped a lot and I got a promotion. Now I get paid more money."

"Congratulations. Even tho I don't understand why you work there beca-...."

"Because you shouldn't be the only one doing hard work. And I love to see you happy eating my selfmade food. The money doesn't matter for me and you know that. And you shouldn't do that much work, relax already. Your body will thank you for that."

"....sorry....I just.....nevermind"

"....You always feel regret because of the orphanage....you aren't the only one, you know? But risking your own life for that? I need you here alive and nothing else matters. And I dare you not to say sorry again."

It was silent for a short time until a quiet giggle erupts from the woman's mouth. He felt at ease again, she was happy and so is he. Even tho she feels sorry for worrying him too much, she felt at ease herself. She's save with him, she should stop being scared for life. Scared of nothingness....

"And how was your day?"

"...Ok I guess. Except the bad dream but everything's fine....I think. I repaired the projectors on my safety clothes, everything's working again. I fixed your clothes and mask, researched about the latest villain and hero activities, transfered the money to the orphanage, -..."

"How much did you sleep??"

"Ahm....I think 6 hours...I swear I did sleep more today."

"Did you pass out again?"

".....yeah...."

He sighed again, but didn't scold her. It won't work on her anyway. He just petted her head and ate his last pizza slice in silence. She again on the other hand felt sorry again for him and stayed silent while eating her also last pizza slice. After dinner the young man puts everything away, got dressed for the night, sat again beside the woman, tucked her and himself in soft blankets so they both can make themselves comfortable while watching TV. Then again silence.

The daily late night News told about a bank robbery, confused villains were captured but with no money, the money but still lost. The woman slightly smirking in satisfaction, already awaiting the curious questions of her roommate.

"Don't worry. I split the money in three parts, two bigger ones, the third smaller part already staying with us. One big amount already transfered to the orphanage, the second big amount transfered to the police department itself. The money transaction won't be traceable. Also our money part wasn't from the bank robbery. They had a lot of fake money with them, I brought it to a friend to trade it for real money. "

"You sure have some unique friends....next time you take me with you."

"You have to work at pizza delivery."

"Yeah I know.....but it's unsafe for you. I trust you but you never really tell me about your friends. Although I know you won't speak to any shabby people with dark intentions."

"Don't worry. He supports us. He isn't a bad guy. Actually someone with a good job system. He also works together with the orphanage. But he won't expose us. He delivers my letters to the orphanage mother. But thats just one of his many jobs. And his also a worthy informant about villain and hero activities. And our landlord is his first son. His second son is the owner of your pizza job."

"Wait what? Hold on a minute. How long do you know this? Why didn't you tell me earlier??"

"....Let me think. This is our third Apartment, my forth apartment sooo.....since our first time sharing an apartment? Since 2 and a half years, I guess. And I didn't tell you because you were busy with reorganizing our lifes and you're happy with your pizza job and I was scared you would quit everything and I won't get any good pizza from you....sorry..."

He was shocked of this load of information. But it made sense to him. So much sense that she amazes him even more with her powerful appearance. She did all this and even more only for him. No wonder she's always that tired every day. He silently smiled to her. That's everything she needed. A smile from him is enough for her. It's their way of showing gratitude to each other. She cared as much for him as he cared about her. A small spark of sadness still overcomes him. But he quickly shakes his head. He doesn't want her to worry about something small.

At the end of the news program pictures of two missing people were shown, missing posters with clearly outdated profiles of a boy and a girl, the girl missing for 5 years, the boy for 4 years. No sightings or new informations in the las years, like they disappeared into thin air. Gone forever. At least that's what the public should believe.

Both of them sighed quietly, switching through the TV channels.

"Also I put new packages with new cigarette flavors in your closet. Just be careful with the red package. Only 1 cigarette a day to test the effect. The effect should nullify a quirk. Just please don't consume more than 1 a day or it will backfire. Then I would envy you."

"Oh like quirk eraser cigarettes. Don't worry I will test them carefully. Would they even work on you?"

"I don't know. Probably not. Some quirks won't work on me. Unless I'm in a stable condition. And that's rare if I think about that."

"We will get you there one day, not all hope's lost. But eraser cigarettes are rare to get. I should use them only at necessary times."

.....

"Gina??"

.....*zzz*

"....Sleep well, Gina...."

The television was no longer necessary, so the light in the room went out and darkness filled the room. The young man heard a quiet murmur that made him smile. Tiredness also forced him to sleep and so silence returned to the room.

"....thank you.....Kemuri"

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

high haikyuu boys 

a/n: haven’t written a group post in a hot minnnnn, here ya gooo. just me spitballing some thoughts instead of doing college work lmao. i have too many thoughts so there will probably be a part two lmao 

includes: atsumu, osamu, sakusa, bokuto, kuroo 

atsumu: 

swears that his brain is going a hundred miles per hour 

but at the same time, everything is going so slowly 

his eyes are darting left and right so often like someone make him CHILL OUT 

also the kind of person to feel like he’s capable of literally anything and everything 

“‘samu i feel like i can do a backflip right now, watch me do a backflip” 

“whatd’ya mean i’m not allowed to!” 

no one can get a strong enough grip on him to fully stop him PLEASE 

mans just lands on his back with a thud and y’all better hope he attempts this on a floor with a rug or something 

mans won’t even admit defeat like - he’s already laying on the floor, looking up at the ceiling and he’ll still go, “see what’d i tell ya”

but for everything he claims he can do, he can’t solve a math problem to save his life in this state

“atsumu what’s 6 times 7?”

“um, well so 6 times 2 is 13 right? so then you add another 6 to that 4 times right?” it’s a mess 

he’s a mess 

osamu: 

who’s surprised that he gets the munchies 

a good buddy to get high with honestly 

just very chill, though he feels like his tastebuds really get heightened 

“ya gotta try this” he’ll go, pushing a powdered donut towards your mouth, “‘ts unbelievable i swear” 

(he’s already eaten like 4 of them by this point) 

the kinds of guy to prepare snacks before he gets high lmao 

(also the kind of guy to come up with some weird snack combo)

kind of forgets to speak sometimes though so he might see someone eating something enticing and he’ll just kind of stare nydhs 

he may try to steal a bite when they’re not looking 

samu really tried to steal a bite of sakusa’s pizza once and it did not go well 

“tsk, get your own, miya!” 

“but that pepperoni on yers looks so good!” pls and his mouth is still open and trying to steal a bite 

in the end, sakusa just gives up the slice to get osamu off of him 

#saveomi2022

sakusa: 

he really doesn’t have time for anyone or anything 

will not share a joint so he opts for edibles lolllll so the high really hits him

his brain just feels so clouded and everything seems like it’s moving so much slower  

kiyoomi gets so sleeeppyyy 

also gets really bothered when there’s a noise that’s “too loud”

too loud in his definition is atsumu when he’s excited NSYJSH

his eyebrows get stuck in this perpetual scrunch because everything is just too loud 

another one to speak in minimal sentences just because the world is tilting and he can’t bring himself to care

if atsumu is clowning around he’ll just say, “stop” but no one ever hears him ;-;

will be the person who passes out on a couch in the corner 

bokuto: 

who’s surprised that the mood swings are even wilder 

something about being high just makes his restraint a little looser 

one minute he’s at the top of the world and the next he wants to curl up with a blanket and let out a good cry 

“bokuto! i saw your game last week! insane spikes!” someone might compliment, and immediately, his ego is up and so is his voice 

“YOU BET! AND I’LL ONLY GET BETTER!” he booms PLSSS 

(sakusa is in the corner somewhere covering his ears)

akaashi gave him a cookie? his eyes are watering 

“akaashi, i appreciate this, i really do” he’ll go, his lip quivering and his eyes watering 

he’s holding this tiny ass cookie with both of his large hands like it’s the most valuable thing in the world 

“bokuto-san please just eat the cookie” 

he cries when he accidentally drops it bc it cracked into a million pieces 

kuroo: 

something about him just seems like a veteran

not necessarily someone who smokes everyday but he’s knows how to do a couple smoke tricks LOLLL

sometimes he smokes to blow off some steam, you know? 

to distract a teary bokuto he blows some siCk riNgS

his attitude doesn’t switch too much just because he’s so accustomed

sexy low chuckles oh mY 

can probably still hold a decent conversation 

maybe his mind is a little slower but he’s all good 

but who isn’t a little looser than usual? mans flirts so casually lmao 

not even the homies are safe 

the kind of guy to go, “oh yeah?” and somehow seem so hoT PLS

tried flirting with sakusa on one occasion and almost got slow-motion slapped 

[purple-babygirl]

All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.

A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-

please enjoy xx.

dada, open up

Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that was exactly what he did.

“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.

She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all.

Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her—

Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.

“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.

“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.

“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”

She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.

“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.

She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.

“Now open wide for the rice plane.”

~

She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.

“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.

“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.

“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.

“Honey—”

“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.

“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.

“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.

“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.

“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”

“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.

Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.

~

At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.

Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.

“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.

“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head.

She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.

“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”

“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.

“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.

“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.

She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.

Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.

“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.

“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.

“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.

“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.

He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.

“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.

“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.

“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.

Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers.

She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.

Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.

From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate.

She would share anything that was put on her plate with her Daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[luvnami]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - wahh it’s here! can’t believe my brainrot of osamu teaching a cooking class turned into this long fic lol... i hope you enjoy it!! it was fun crafting the story with my beta readers and i put a lot of effort into it!!! itadakimasu <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @forgetou​ @amjustagirl​ (muacks 2x) + tq to everyone who helped me with the banner!!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - you’re suna’s younger sibling, food, heartbreak, angst but happy ending, mentions of stabbing (joke), kita dances to ‘ice cream’ by selena gomez and blackpink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood (brief), suna beats (redacted) up

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - miya osamu x gn!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you fall in love with miya osamu once more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5535

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

1. Cook the rice according to your rice cooker, then transfer the cooked rice to a separate bowl to cool it down.

“What ya want t’do is scorch the soy sauce.”

The class presses themselves against Osamu’s workbench as they scribble down notes on their recipe printouts. Their lips purse to ooh and aah at his cooking skills, though you’re pretty sure that they’re more interested in how his biceps flex when he flips the wok with a trained flick of the wrist. 

You stand at the very edge of the group. It’s better than getting close with a group of hungry housewives, really. If grocery store and department mall sales have ever told you anything, it’s to never get in the way of what a seasoned housewife wants. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t learnt the way of being a homemaker just yet. 

You’re unemployed, right in the middle of a month and a half-ish long transfer between jobs. You currently stay at your brother Suna’s place — which is really just an apartment filled with dirty laundry overflowing from its seams.

Turns out Suna himself is a bit of a gossip.  He told Kita who told Atsumu who told Osamu that you’re stuck at his place 24/7 with no friends or entertainment in the lovely city of Nagano. It’s just mountains and trees as far as the eye can see all around — and there’s only so many hikes you can take each week. 

“Why don’t you take a cookin’ class?” 

“Cookin’?” Your face screwed up in confusion. “ What for?”

“So that you can actually pull your weight around the house and make me something to eat.”

You chucked a pillow at his head and began to list all the things you did while staying at his apartment. Laundry, cleaning the floor, doing grocery shopping (even if it was only instant noodles and snacks), finding his disgustingly sweaty socks under the sofa and many other important chores, thank you very much.

Besides, you weren’t as eager when you saw who was the one that would be holding the classes. With his picture plastered across the front of a pamphlet, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Years of chasing his dreams and training in a kitchen had done Osamu wonders. 

You had half a mind to smack Suna in the head with the yellow, glossy paper, but instead you quietly tucked it into a corner of the guest room to look at later. You were sure Suna hadn’t forgotten your history with Osamu just yet — but perhaps he assumed that enough time had passed to heal your wounds.

Either way, there’s no going back now. That’s how you ended up at Osamu’s ‘Cooking class for homemakers — you can do it too!’, except you aren’t a homemaker. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as the sound of sizzling soy sauce fills the air. Osamu pauses for a while before beginning to mix the rice with the sauce, wielding his spatula and wok expertly like weapons.

“Miya-san, you’re amazing!” someone gushes.

He lets out a bashful laugh. “This is nothing. I’m sure everyone will be able to do this by the end of class today!”

You wonder if he’s ever considered being a teacher. The demonstration on how to make shrimp fried rice is soon over and everyone returns to their benches, eager to try out the recipe. You are no different. Scurrying to your bench at the very back of the classroom, you exchange glances between the printed recipe handout and your tray of ingredients.

“Need any help?” 

Osamu’s voice and looming presence makes you jump.

“Woah! Careful there,” he chuckles, his fingers gently prying a knife out of your hands.

Unconsciously, you had raised it in shock when Osamu snuck up on you. The knife now lays safely on the tabletop and you feel the eyes of the entire class boring into you.

“Sorry, Miya-san. I didn’t see you,” you apologise meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, I shouldn't have scared ya like that. And no need for the formalities! You’re my friend’s sister, afta’ all.”

Oh goodness. You half expect the class to pick up their pots and pans and run at you right this moment. You swallow back the half hearted ‘Osamu-san’ that rises in your throat. Your heart trembles in your chest and for a second, the silence that weighs heavily between the both of you turns awkward. 

“Miya-san! Could you help me with this please?” 

You’ve never been so glad to hear Tachibana’s sickly shrill voice before. Osamu is quick to wave goodbye to you before hurrying over to her bench, a smile still on his face. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

You make a mental note to tell Suna that Osamu should just stick to placating those housewives and leave you the hell alone. The last thing you want is to have blackmail spread around the neighbourhood by these gossipy housewives, or worse, have their daughters hunt you down and chop you up into pieces.

Whatever. You’re just here to learn how to make shrimp fried rice and then go home to your annoying older brother. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be here for long. Miya Osamu just happens to be the local heartthrob, the handsome and eligible bachelor chased by anyone single and ready to mingle. You have absolutely nothing to do with someone so popular and good-looking. And for goodness sake, he’s your brother’s high school friend and your… Well, you know. 

Your face burns and you pick up the knife again, grip tightening on its handle. You begin chopping at the onions with renewed determination.

(Later on, when you bring back a tupperware of fried rice for Suna, he looks you in the eye and asks “Shrimp fried this rice?”.

You shoot him a glare.

“I fried this rice.”)

2. Prepare all the fillings that you are going to use and set aside, such as pickled plums or tuna mayo. Prepare your seaweed sheets.

What you don’t expect is for Miya Osamu to show up at your doorstep the next day with boxes of food, cartons of drinks and a very noisy brother of his in tow. 

“Rin, where can I leave the drinks?” Osamu yells.

“Rin, can I play your PS5?” Atsumu shouts.

You think that they are very different, the Miya twins. Suna takes a minute to finish putting on some clothes (you had answered the door, thankfully. No one wants to see Suna Rintarou in Pikachu boxers) before bursting out of his room.

He’s quick to smack Atsumu’s ‘dirty little setter hands’ away from his precious Playstation, directing Osamu to what constitutes the apartment’s kitchen — a second-hand fridge and the building-installed gas stove that works only if you hit it hard enough. You’re surprised that neither you or Suna haven't died of a house fire or gas poisoning by now.

It doesn’t take long for the other Inarizaki alumni to arrive at Suna’s apartment in a series of doorbell rings. Kita even brings along a large bottle of sake, to which everyone cheers loudly. You don’t understand why they had chosen Suna’s place to have a reunion party. Seriously, wouldn't Onigiri Miya or some other izakaya have been a better choice?

However, there’s free flow of drinks and lots of yummy snacks, so you decide to let the noise wash over you and stand by the food table to pick at the trays of pizza, fried chicken and other finger food. Aran even offers you a drink, smiling sweetly before going off to wrangle Atsumu from trying to initiate a beer chugging competition. Some things just never change, you suppose.

“Having fun?”

You jump and nearly drop the plate of food that you hold.

“You have a horrible habit of scaring people, Miya- Osamu.”

His first name comes out awkward, tumbling off of your tongue as you use a pair of chopsticks to carefully pile back some mentaiko mayonnaise onto a slice of tamagoyaki. Osamu settles into the crook of the kitchen counter next to you with a playful grin on his face.

“Do I really?”

“Don’t forget that the first time you did that, someone nearly got stabbed.”

You pop the tamagoyaki into your mouth. It’s delicious — the egg’s sweetness balances out the salty sauce. You wonder if there’s enough left on the tray for seconds. 

“How’s the reunion going?” you ask nonchalantly, and shuffle a few centimetres away from him.

You hope Osamu doesn’t notice that. He does, however, but chooses not to comment on it. He brings up a hand to scratch at his neck, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. He’s close enough for you to get a whiff of whatever cologne he’s wearing. Your head spins for a second. 

“Oh, none of us have gotten drunk just yet. I’m pretty sure we’ll be playing beer pong or something later on.”

You steel yourself against the urge to look at what Osamu is wearing. Don’t look, don’t look, definitely don’t look. Miya Osamu is, has been, a dangerous man to fall in love with. You can’t afford to- 

Perhaps gouging your eyes out would have been a better choice in theory. Even a glance from where you stand beside him is enough to see that not only is he wearing a tight, black T-shirt, Osamu also has a pair of sweatpants on. Is it a sin to wear sweatpants? Probably so, especially with the way it makes your throat run dry. 

“Beer pong, huh?” You try your best to mumble somewhat nonchalantly. “Who won the last time?”

“Kita.”

“Kita?!” you gasp. 

Even that’s enough to make you forget about Osamu and his stupid (and very sexy) sweatpants. 

“Yeah, right? That was the first time he participated. All of us got left drunk in the street, so we decided to do it at someone’s place this year.”

You let out a soft laugh at the thought of a bunch of grown men piled over each other on the road. You don’t particularly like the thought of cleaning up after them tonight, though. 

The lack of words between you and Osamu descends into snorts of laughter that trickle in from the tiny living room. Aran throws his head back, drink nearly spilling out of his cup. Ginjima laughs so loud you see Omiomi cover his ears and Suna holds his phone up, filming every second of Atsumu’s defeat. 

Osamu opens his mouth as if to ask you something.

“C’mon! Yer killin’ me, Kita-san!” Atsumu yells, socked feet and waving arms trying to match the onscreen character’s movements.

Kita, on the other hand, is scoring perfect marks without as much effort wasted. You giggle to yourself as he moves his hips, shaking them here and there. A small smile quirks his lips upwards as he finishes with a flawless ending move on ‘Ice Cream’, the Just Dance characters fading into oblivion on the screen. Atsumu crumbles to the floor in defeat. 

Osamu’s lips form a straight line as he watches you laugh along, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He curses Atsumu’s birth and swallows back his embarrassment.

“Did ya see that, Osamu? Oh- Kita-san is so good at everything!” you gush.

“Atsumu just sucks.”

When you laugh, Osamu thinks something in his chest lurches. Regret makes his head go foggy and leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

3. Place cling wrap over a rice bowl. Place some of the cooked rice over the centre of the cling wrap and make a well.

“No way ya got a love letter!” Atsumu yelled.

“Ya get yer fair share. We share t’same face, why shouldn’t I get some?” Osamu retorted, rolling his eyes. 

Suna watched as the twins began to gripe and argue about who was the better looking sibling again. Nothing unusual, really, given how this occurred every odd day of the week.

“S’gotta be a prank. No way someone likes a loser like you,” Suna mused.

In retaliation, Osamu threw him a stink eye. “You two are just jealous,” he sniffed.

The letter had been written on pretty pink paper, all hearts and cute handwriting as his secret admirer asked him to meet them on the roof after school. Not that Osamu wasn’t affected by it, of course. It always rubbed his ego the right way to know that someone preferred him over Atsumu. Though, it wasn’t like he was interested in anyone then. It only took a second before Osamu ripped the letter in half.

“Woah woah woah! Yer crazy! Whatcha gonna do if some pretty girl gave that to ya?” 

Atsumu’s eyes widened in shock, almost reaching forward to grab the shreds of letter that Osamu had torn up. 

“Does it matter? S’not like I’m interested in datin’ right now,” he replied.

“Seriously? What if she’s like, super duper hot!”

Osamu’s face screwed up. “Are ya a horndog?”

Just as Atsumu was about to shout at his dear brother again, you opened the door to their classroom and hurried in. You had a bento box in hand and a cute pout on your face as you placed it on Suna’s table.

“Rin! You forgot your bento at home again!” 

“Oh.” Suna blinked. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, you gotta stop forgetting your things! I can’t be bringing them to you all the time-”

“Hey, Suna.” Atsumu perked up, referring to you. “Would ya go on a date with Samu or me? Me, right? Definitely me!”

Your face flushed with heat. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“‘Samu got a love letter in his shoe locker this morning. Cliche, huh?” your brother said between bites of his lunch. 

“Mm, yeah. Cliche,” you mumbled. 

You looked around anxiously for any sign of the love letter. Was it in Osamu’s bag? 

“Can ya believe he tore it up?” Atsumu laughed.

“What?”

Your heart felt like a stone in your chest as you froze, your blood running cold. 

“Yeah! This dumbass doesn’t know how t’appreciate anythin’,” he replied, smacking Osamu on the back of his head.

His twin responded with a muffled growl as he continued to scarf down his absurdly large bento. You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves, staring down at your feet. You were quick to bid the third years goodbye as you fled their classroom as an inexplicable ache spread through your chest. 

You didn’t focus on your classes for the rest of the day. The fact that Osamu had torn your love letter, written with all your heart and soul as you crumpled draft after draft last night, tipped you over the edge of your fantasies and had you plummeting straight into reality. 

“Oi.”

You looked up from your feet, glancing up at Suna. The both of you were swapping your indoor shoes for outdoor ones, but you had absentmindedly stopped in the middle of slipping your right foot into a shoe. It was nearing the time where they closed the school gates, so there weren’t many students around save for the odd volleyball club member.

“What’re you doing? Put your shoes on properly,” he huffed.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, and slammed the locker door shut once you were done.

You walked a few feet ahead of Suna as you approached the school gate. Your head drooped with each step, tears beginning to mist your eyes. You willed yourself to hold it in till you got home, till you were in the safety of your bedroom to start sobbing your little heart out. Suna tugged on your wrist.

“Are you crying?” he questioned.  

You shook your head quickly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“Oi. Answer me.”

This time, his voice was a little softer, yet held a mixture of irritation and anger behind a crumbling wall of apathy. Who had been the one to make you cry? 

“It’s nothin’,” you choked out. “Let’s just go home.”

You turned your face to the side as tears continued to roll down your cheeks, muffled cries turning into heartbroken sobs. Something inside of Suna’s head clicked. 

“It’s Miya Osamu, isn’t it?” 

You had to bite on your lower lip to stop it from trembling.

“That bastard tore up your letter, didn’t he?”

You gave Suna the tiniest of nods. He let go of your wrist and whipped around, eyebrows furrowed together. Not wanting to date was one thing, but treating your confession like dog shit was something else. Fortunately for him, the Miya twins were changing their shoes in the getabako.

“‘Samu!” Suna yelled.

The gray haired male looked up with a face of confusion.

“Suna? Whaddya want-” Osamu wasn’t able to say anything more as Suna’s fist collided with his face.

Atsumu jumped back with a yelp as the both of them crashed to the ground. Your hands flew to cover your mouth.

“Rin! Stop it!” you cried out.

You dashed over, tripping over your own feet as you tried to pull Suna away from Osamu as they traded blows. It took the work of you, Atsumu and Ginjima (who had been unlucky enough to pass by) to tear the two apart, and even then Osamu was still struggling in his brother’s arms to be let go.

“What t’hell, man!” he snarled. 

Suna wiped his nose, glancing briefly at the crimson that stained his school uniform. The adrenaline was beginning to run low and pain began to settle into his fists and ribs. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and your hands clutched his shirt.

“Rin. No more, please,” you begged, pressing your forehead against his back. “No more.”

Suna hated the way your voice trembled as you spoke. He didn’t think it was fair for you to bear the burden of pain while Osamu got to walk away unscathed, leaving you broken in pieces. His fist curled up again.

“It’s not worth it, Rin.”

Suna took in a shaky, deep breath.

You were right.

Miya Osamu wasn’t worth it. 

4. Put about 1tbsp of the filling of your choice on the centre of the rice and cover it with rice.

A week comes and goes after the annual Inarizaki reunion. You’re still finding sticky stains on the floor, as well as food wrappers tossed behind the sofa. Suna sends the group chat a video of you yelling at all of them while wielding a mop with so much fervour Aran asks if you broke it. Atsumu actually apologises and Osamu offers to come over and help clean up. The entire group chat flames him immediately.

As per last week, you walk into Osamu’s cooking class at 2p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s hot outside, droplets of perspiration rolling down your nape. The cool air-conditioning of the classroom is much appreciated and you don your apron behind the gaggle of housewives. You catch snippets of their conversation as they put their items in the cubbies provided. 

“Tanaka-san, did you see the mushrooms that were on sale this Monday?”

“My son is attending this cram school this summer. Here’s the address!”

“My father-in-law keeps complaining about the heat…”

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

“Miya-san!”

Everyone perks up when Osamu walks through the door. They’re quick to surround him, asking how his day had been. You look tired, take this ginseng drink! It really revitalises your spirits! Did you get a girlfriend yet, Miya-san? My daughter is single, you know! 

You watch as Osamu walks behind his bench, all smiles and “Is that so, Shigeru-san?”. Polite enough to please them, but not enough to make them think that he actually wants to go on a date with their 34 year-old daughter who’s a tired office worker looking out for potential husbands like a hawk. He lets out a heavy exhale, using his cap with the Onigiri Miya logo on it to fan himself.

“Hot today, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

You think that maybe he’s the one that’s making this summer so warm, especially with the way that his shirt clings to his figure and his flushed cheeks that make him look adorable. 

Wait.

You do a double take. Ah, adorable. You must have meant that heart-print apron that Tanaka is wearing today. It is pretty cute, and you wonder if you should ask her where she got it from later on. Definitely not Osamu with his perfect smile that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and definitely not when it’s directed at you.

“Gather around everyone! We’re going to be making gyoza today!”

The demonstration goes as usual — Osamu impresses the housewives, they gasp and someone even touches his forearm and asks “How did you get so strong, Miya-san?”. Not that you care, of course. You certainly don’t. What you’re more concerned about is how Osamu manages to make wrapping the fragile gyoza seem so easy. 

Your fingers pinch at the thick dough, eyebrows furrowed together. No matter what you do, your filling keeps spilling out of the wrapper and so you’ve opted to try out for a thicker piece this time. Not that it really matters — Suna will be the one suffering from food poisoning if it turns out bad, anyways.

“Ah, yer made it too thick,” Osamu says as he strolls over. 

You tense up as he leans over your shoulder, peeking at the chubby gyoza in your hands. You pretend not be affected by how close he is and continue pinching the wings of the dumpling shut.

“They keep bursting,” you sniff. 

“Maybe ya put t’much filling?” Osamu suggests. “Here, lemme show ya. Put tha’ one down and grab a new wrapper. Yeah, just like that.”

You stiffen as Osamu flours his hands and cradles your hands in his. 

“Here ya go. That’s t’much, scoop out some more. That’s it. Now gently…”

Blood rushes to your face as you feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours, his hands rough from years of training and cooking. Scars adorn the tips of his thick fingers and knuckles. You suddenly feel the urge to gently trace them with your thumb, to ask him how he got each one of them. 

Would he let you? Let you so close, that perhaps you would be the one to know every single thing about him?

“You did it!” Osamu says cheerfully. 

He suddenly pulls away, making you plummet back to reality. A perfectly made gyoza sits in your hands.

“I’m looking forward to tasting your gyoza later on. Now keep trying!” 

You’re left dumbfounded as Osamu walks away to help out the other housewives. They stammer and blush when they get too close, but he never holds their hands in his own, never smiles as gently as he does with you.

You place the gyoza on a pan and put the lid on with a little bit more force than what is necessary.

5. Wrap the cling wrap over the rice and squeeze and mould it into a triangle shape with your hands.

You try not to make contact with Osamu after that. Attending his cooking classes becomes a game of cat-and-mouse, where you try to tell him ‘I don’t need any help, Miya-san’ and watch him crawl away in defeat. In fact, you decide to skip the lesson on making hamburgs and instead spend the afternoon watching television.

After all, from what you’ve learnt in the past, Osamu is nothing more than trouble. You think it’s worth the sacrifice now to put some space between the both of you so that you don’t end up heartbroken a second time. 

Though, you do feel a little bad. Just a little bit. One day when Suna’s out at training, you hear the doorbell ring and Osamu’s voice ring through the genkan. You hear his feet shuffle by the door and a heavy thump outside before he leaves. You only open the door when you hear his car pull out of the apartment building’s carpark, and find a packed bento lunch for you in front.

You try to pretend that the bunny cut apples and sakura shaped carrot slices don’t mean anything.

“Ah, Suna-san! Where were you last week?” Tachibana titters as you step into class for the final lesson.

“I wasn’t feeling very well,” you lie. “I think I caught a summer cold.”

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible!” the ladies chorus together. 

You think they’re probably just glad that you didn’t get in the way of their beloved Miya-san. You tug your apron over your head, and ignore Osamu when he greets everyone. His eyes linger on you for a little too long during the demonstration — to the point that he actually burns the skin side of his salmon fillet.

Osamu skirts around your bench like a nervous puppy when the demonstration is over. You don’t seem particularly keen about talking to him, though the tips of your finger tremble when he finally plucks up the courage to stand next to you. It’s not close enough for your elbows to touch, but close enough that he can whisper to you without anyone else hearing him.

“Hey,” he begins, uncertain. His voice wavers slightly.

“Hey,” you reply, wary of what he might say. 

“Are you okay?”

You take a moment to think, tipping the sake bottle carefully to measure out an exact tablespoon of it. He wonders when your hands have seemed so delicate, so small. He aches to hold them in his own again. 

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good.”

It’s quiet, again. Just like that night in Suna’s apartment, with all the noise of the reunion going on around you, except this time it's the clanging of pans and utensils, paired with the chatter of many ladies. 

“I was thinking…” Osamu stares down at your hands, turning the measuring spoon over so that sake splashes onto the hot pan with a sizzle. “Maybe we could get a drink together after this?”

You cover the pan and watch its surface cloud up with condensation. You hide your shaking hands by digging them into the pockets of your apron. 

Osamu swallows. Perhaps he had been too direct with you; scared you off with how quickly he was advancing. Or did Suna tell you to be careful of him? That he didn’t want you falling in love with him a second time? There’s no lie about it, that Osamu had been a grade A asshole back in high school.

But he loves you now; has loved you since then. Would you be willing to give him a second chance?

“Osamu,” you breathe.

His shoulders relax slightly when you don’t call him by his last name. 

“I don’t know what to do.” 

Your voice comes out timid, scared. Osamu’s heart crumbles at the edges. He wonders if you would hate him if he reached out and took your hands in his once more. You’re both adults, perfectly capable of rational thinking if only your hearts hadn’t gotten in the way. Love hurts, they said. You want to agree. 

“We can start it out slow,” Osamu suggests.

“I’m supposed to start my new job next month. I won't be in Nagano for much longer.”

“I’m opening a branch in Tokyo.”

“I’ll be busy settling down. We might not get to see each other often enough.”

“A little is better than nothin’.”

“You’re my brother’s friend.”

“Now, yer just picking at nothing, babe. Didn’t you have a crush on me back in high school, too? That didn’t stop ya, did it?”

Your heart wrestles with your brain, insisting on comfort and that love will always come in the form of someone that isn’t Miya Osamu. You’ll find someone, but will they be better? Will they send food to your doorstep, or send you stupid photos of dogs he saw on the street? Will they chase after you relentlessly for years, will they be Osamu?

A lump forms in your throat and you wonder if this, has been, is love. You tear your heart out from within you and let it cling to your sleeve, as pathetic and scared it is. You don’t mind if it hurts. To never hurt is to never have lived, to never have loved. 

By this point, your eyes have misted up with tears and it hits you- You’re about to cry about your crush in the middle of a cooking class attended by middle-aged ladies. You’ve never been more embarrassed. 

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at Osamu with glittering eyes. 

He ignores the “Miya-san! I need your help!” that rings out in the background. He smiles gently.

“Yeah, really.”

A tear slips down your face. Osamu lets out a breathy chuckle as he swipes it away with his thumb, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“We’ll talk properly after this, alright?” 

You nod numbly. You watch as he hurries off to Shigeru, gasping when he sees how she had completely butchered her fillet. He turns back to you, trying to hold in a snigger. 

You giggle.

Osamu thinks he wants to hear that laugh forever.

6. Remove the cling wrap and cover the bottom of the rice triangle with a nori sheet and set aside.

“One extra large bonito onigiri with spring onions!” you cry out from the counter.

Back in the kitchen, Osamu and another part-time worker scoop steaming rice out of large vats and use their hands to mould them into perfectly shaped triangles. A scoop of filling goes in and a strip of seaweed is wrapped hastily around the onigiri before it's sent to you to package. You place the onigiri carefully into a box and slip it into a paper bag with the shop’s logo on the front for a take-away order. 

The shop is filled with customers even on a Wednesday afternoon. The clock shows 2p.m., past lunch time, yet you can see a queue that snakes out of the shop and down the alleyway. 

Another long day ahead, you think to yourself. 

“It’s our turn!” a little girl squeals as she takes the bag from you, opening it up to peer at the huge onigiri inside. “Mama! ‘giri!” 

Her mother laughs and pats her head. “Don’t forget to say thank you, Haru.”

The girl turns to you, eyes sparkling. “‘Fank you, Miya-shan!” 

A cheery grin almost splits your face in half. Miya-san. Four years on and it still makes your stomach flip whenever you hear that Osamu’s last name has become yours. It was an easy decision for the both of you to get married, really. You had loved each other for years and all you wanted to do in the end was to spend the rest of your lives together.

You quit your office job just before you got married to help Osamu out with the new Onigiri Miya branches. It took some getting used to, but the familiar customers and bright smiles that you see just by serving onigiri each day makes it worth it. It’s tough work, no doubt. But doing what you enjoy with the man you love is more rewarding than it ever could be.

Though, it’s not like your relationship has always been smooth sailing. There are days when you bicker over something stupid (like how you always forget to close the lid of the rice cooker), or when Osamu insists that he isn’t overworking himself (although his eyebags tell otherwise). But love’s a recipe with a few secret ingredients, and you’ve come to master it over the years. 

“Come back soon!”

The shop is filled with the fragrant scent of freshly cooked rice and bonito flakes being stir-fried into furikake. Customers perch on tiny stools as they scarf down onigiri of different shapes and sizes, licking their fingers clean. A plush toy of Onigiri Miya’s mascot sits on the counter next to a potted plant that Atsumu bought (which is surprisingly still alive).

A photograph of the third Tokyo branch’s grand opening hangs on the wall. You and Osamu hold up a bouquet of flowers, smiling toothily at the camera, your wedding rings glinting in the sunlight. 

“One medium onigiri with tuna mayo, coming right up!”

You jump as Osamu shouts out the order suddenly and you nearly drop the onigiri that he hands to you.

“Woah, careful there,” he chuckles, a hand ghosting the small of your back.

“You have ‘ta stop scaring me, ‘Samu,” you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

Osamu grins at you and the edges of his eyes crinkle up. You place the onigiri safely into its packaging and place it on the counter for a customer to collect, before turning back to plant a kiss on his cheek. Osamu’s face flushes pink and he hurries away, mumbling something about bonito flakes.

Your heart soars in your chest.

Yeah, it has been, will be, worth it. 

7. Repeat the same steps as above to use the rest of the rice with other fillings that you prepared.

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

read sex education here!

Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.