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yoiisa · 2 months ago

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It is possible to write with Blue Lock Bys (Yukimiya, Reo, Rin, Michael, Shidou and Isagi) with a s/o who has high libido. Please😫😈

of course darling hehe (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

part 2 with sae, barou, nagi, and ness is here!

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, thigh humping (yukimiya), lingerie kink (reo), fingering (rin), oral sex f! receiving (kaiser), car sex, slight degredation (shidou), and body worship (isagi), please proceed with caution as this is smutty!!

➜ yukimiya kenyu would be such a tease with you, but like, in a knowing way ➜ like he'd pretend to jump at the opportunity to sate your appetite, but actions speak louder than words, and he would tease you by continuously putting sex off until you're actually dying for it ➜ he wants you begging for it, because then he can finally take care of you fully, caring for your every need with intense diligence ➜ he's very particular about enjoying every little detail about you, so by teasing you and drawing out your need so much, he thinks it helps him experience everything more intensely ➜ and it most certainly ensures you feel everything more intensely

"Kenyu, please~" you whine as you sit on his lap. "Please..." "What is it baby? he coos softly. It's sarcastic, you know, but still the rumble of his voice is something, and you're so desperate right now you'll take something over nothing any day of the week. Your hips begin to rub against his thighs in an unconscious effort for friction. Your eyes close as you rest your head on his shoulder. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips as Yukimiya allows the ministrations, and a tiny smile pulls at your mouth. At least there's this. Something over nothing, remember that- "Baby, I told you, at the end of this chapter, I'll-" Yukimiya's hand moves to you ass, gripping it tightly, trying to still your hips. "Kenyu, you said that three chapters ago!" your voice is high pitched and almost manic as a particularly sharp sensation of pleasure echoes through your body. You fist his shirt and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Mmmmm- please Ken, I . . . I can't take this anymore~" With a sigh, he closes his book. He sets it off to the side and wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter against him. You begin kissing at his neck and jaw, your tongue darting out to taste his skin. You feel like you're floating, everything about Yukimiya furthering how deep you spiral into a sweet needy mess for him. "Okay, come on," he says sweetly, kissing your temple. "I'll give you exactly what you need my sweet baby." You can only preen at the idea that you're finally getting what you want as he lifts you bridal style from the couch and kicks the bedroom door closed behind you two with his heel.

➜ oh reo mikage my king ➜ i think reo's favorite hobby when it comes to people he cares about is spoiling them rotten, so if you have a high drive, he's all for it, 100% ➜ if you come calling, he'll drop everything for you. ➜ also, bonus! in my mind, this man has a thing for lingerie, so you better fucking believe that this man has an entire section of your closet just dedicated to different sets. ➜ maroon, black, lavender, navy blue, gold, in silk, satin, lace, and whatever else your mind can conjure up. If you can think it, he has probably bought it and fucked you in it ➜ after all, he has the time and the resources, and he's nothing if not generous, so why not make the most of it?

Reo ran his hand over his face, then threading his fingers through his hair. The hour was wearing on him, he could feel the ache settling into his bones. He stands and walks to a chaise in his study, pouring a drink for himself and sipping it. However, he barely gets two sips down his throat before the glass is being forced away from his lips. His eyes widen and he looks down to see you, with your fingers gently pushing at the rim of his glass. You're dressed in a lavender silk robe, the fabric hanging loosely over a peak of lace hugging your skin. His pupils enlarge as he takes in the teasing glimpse and you laugh softly at his expression. "I . . . thought you might be stressed," you say, taking the glass from him and setting it on a table next to the chaise. "I wanted to come help." He's silent for a moment, before a smirk tugging at his lips. A soft blush paints his cheeks and he cups your face lovingly in his hands. "Is that the only reason?" You pout and wrap your arms around his neck, giggling softly. "Hmmm . . . no~" And that's how you end up on the chaise, your legs bent over his shoulder. Your panties are pulled to the side, and your bra is still on, but your robe has been tossed somewhere far behind the two of you. Reo hovers above you, dragging moans and cries of pleasure from your mouth with each deep thrust into you. He's intoxicating, and you can't seem to get enough of him. And as you stare deep into his eyes, you know he feels the same. As you reach your peak for the third time that night, your eyes flutter closed, your back arches, and he welcomes it with a sharp inhale of his own and a kiss pressed against the hollow of your throat.

➜ i feel like rin itoshi's drive isn't the highest thing in the world ➜ like, he enjoys sex and he with you he really enjoys it, but it's never been his priority in the relationship ➜ also I feel like between soccer practices and other responsibilities he gets tired pretty easily ➜ that being said, he does still want to help you out whenever you get needy, so when he's too spent to use his cock, he resorts to his next best thing ➜ or in my opinion, my fav thing about him: his fingers

"Rin!" you gasp, clinging to his body like a madman. His fingers delve deftly inside of you, curling at all the right angles, and sending sparks of pure bliss throughout your lower body. When your hips give a particularly harsh buck, he tsks and grabs your ass with his free hand. "Stop moving so much," he growls. The deep cadence of his voice sends another thrill of pleasure in you and you nuzzle your head deep into neck. "Sorry, 't just feels so good," you mewl. "I love it so much . . . ah~!" A smirk appears on Rin's face, but just as quickly as it comes it vanishes. He licks his lips as he stares down at your disheveled appearance. Your hair is disheveled, and your bare from the waist down. You're not wearing a bra, so he can see the outlines of your chest as it heaves beneath your shirt, which hangs loosely over your frame. When you pull back from his neck, the look in your eyes almost makes him finish right then and there. They glisten with tears of pleasure, and are lidded. He can see the pleasure you're feeling etched into every line of your iris, and love is mixed within that. He feels a tight pull in his chest and he can't help himself from leaning down and catching your lips in his. His tongue immediately delves into your mouth, exploring your mouth. You moan softly into his mouth and he sighs. His fingers don't let up at all, continuing to tease and prod and touch every crevice it can reach. You start to writhe in his arms, but he holds fast, keeping you still. You have no choice but to succumb to his assault on your core. Rin kisses you as you finish on his hand, groaning as you go all sweet and pliant in his hands. When he pulls back, you slump against him like a rag doll and he huffs out a hoarse laugh. As you regain your bearings, he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

➜ michael kaiser operates entirely on his own schedule, so to be honest, if he's not in the mood, you're kinda screwed ➜ but if he is in the mood, YOU are in for it ➜ all his want and desire make your neediness seem like nothing ➜ also, kaiser's got some good ass stamina, so if you set him off, you better pray your drive doesn't fizzle out because this man is getting his fill of you ➜ whether it's on his tongue or on his dick

You squeal as your boyfriend practically chucks you onto the bed. You look over your shoulder and your heart stops beating after you catch a glimpse of the sheer delight on his face. His smile is cocky and powerful and is so goddam sexy. You match his smile and flip onto your back, pushing yourself up on your forearms as Kaiser practically crawls on top of you. Kisses on your mouth turn to kisses on your neck, which turns into kisses along your chest, then your stomach, and before you know it, he's shirtless, you're naked, and his kissing the inside of your thighs. Your hands thread through his hair and he stares up at you, his blue eyes lidded and wanton. His tongue is gentle at first, testing the waters of your arousal, but soon he's lapping at you like a madman. His tongue works wonders on your core, leaving you fully satisfied but still achy for more at the same time. You know it doesn't make any sense, but the "Please" and the "More" still drip from your mouth even as he's delivering everything you've been craving since morning. And he is well aware of the effect he's having on you. You can feel his mouth twist into a smirk against you and it only drives you crazier. Your hands tug at his hair and he hisses, sending sweet vibrations through your core. Your whimpers and moans continue to build in pitch and volume, before finally, you're exploding on his tongue with a sharp call of his name. When Kaiser pulls back, he takes in your mussed appearance with a heat in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. His lips and chin glisten with your fluids. He licks his lips as he settles his hips in between your thighs and gives a sharp grind. "Don't give out on me just yet liebe," he coos. "I'm not done with you yet."

➜ shidou ryusei matches your freak the best on this whole list I think ➜ he will be down for whatever and whenever you want, but also . . . wherever you want ➜ shidou lives for the thrill of life, and chases the high of something new and exciting, so if you're high sex drive comes with promises of that, sign him the fuck up!

"Ryu!" you cry out as he yanks on your hair. The two of you have climbed into the backseat of the car. You're pressed up against the leather of the seats, with his chest flush against yours. You squeal and a slutty smile etches itself onto your face as he licks your neck. "Ryu~ ah . . . oh my god- slow down-ah." "Slow down, huh?" Shidou growls, his lips pulling into a smug smile. "Why~? You were just begging for it a few minutes ago." "I-I know, but- holy shit, you- ah!" You didn't even know it was possible for someone to fuck like this, but here he was. One hand perched on the roof of the car, the other holding the dip of your waist. His face moves from your neck to between the shoulder blades, and he litters kisses there, and sucks bruises down your spine. He travels back up to your shoulder and nips at the skin there, his hips never faltering once in their rhythm. "God I love this little body of yours so much," Shidou whispers hotly against the curve of your ear. "Every single time I see you, fuck, you don't even know how hard you make me." "Mmmmmm," your head tilts back, resting on his shoulder. "I think I do," you whine. "Yeah, can you feel it babygirl? It's all hard and deep inside of you isn't it?" he laughs, the sound sharp and hoarse in your ear. To anyone else, it might be grating, but all it's serving to do right is bridge you closer and closer to the edge. "Fuck! Ryuseiii, I'm gonna- uh! Wait- I, I-!" your eyes go cross and your body shakes with violent tremors. You bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet, but Shidou presses his hand to your lips, prying them open. "Come on now, lemme hear those sweet, sweet- fucking I'm gonna come too. Oh, fuck, fuck, yes. Fuck!" The two of you lean into one another, sweat slicking your bodies as you reach your peak together.

➜ my babygirl isagi yoichi is the easiest to get seduced by you ➜ i had this idea for a fic a long time ago where he comes home and your really needy and it was this whole ovulation type thing, but basically the point boils down to, if you want it isagi will give it ➜ in my mind, he's the most flexible to appeal to whatever type of sex you want, whether it be hard and rough or soft and loving ➜ as we all know he's super adaptable and that carries over during sex, so yay to anyone who's dating him!

Sunlight filters in through the window, the early morning glow giving everything a soft halo to it, including you. You and Isagi are laying on your sides, your chest pressed against his and your leg tossed across his hips. One of your arms are wrapped around his neck and the other trapped between your bodies, your hand intwined with his. A soft blush paints your cheeks and his, and you stare into Isagi's deep blue eyes through your lashes. His strokes are deep and send soft whimpers flowing from your lips. Each whisper of his name only sends Isagi down a path for more, more, more. "Pretty," you whisper, "you look so pretty like this Yoichi, mmm!" He huffs out a dry laugh and shakes his head. Compared to how you look right now- flushed cheeks, dilated eyes, plump lips ready for kissing- he can't imagine how he could even compare to your beauty. You clench down around him and he groans. "You feel so good," he sighs, closing his eyes. His hand squeezes yours and he leans in to nuzzle his nose against yours. "Even this early in the morning . . . how do you always feel so good?" You giggle softly, the sound dissolving into a moan. "Mmmm . . . Yoichi, I love you . . . I love you so much- mmph!" He cuts you off with a firm kiss. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the end and an embarrassing threatens to escape his lips. For the sake of his dignity, this is the best move. His tongue brushes against yours, and your quick to return his kiss with just as much fervor. He finishes before you, but that's okay. As he says while your panting from the kiss, "It's still early. We have enough time for two- maybe three rounds. Are you okay to keep going?" All you can do is nod, and he continues earnestly, flipping you onto your back and ensuring this time you finish.

a/n: this was a beast to write, especially Shidou. Although I appreciate his freak, I fear I cannot match it as well as I would like lol, so I had to really brainstorm with his to make sure they all didn't just sound the same (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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aquarius-johnny · 1 month ago

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Taste. | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | wc: 7.5k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: virgin! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: virginity loss (m), oral (m & f), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, protected & unprotected sex, piv, creampie, accidental release in mouth, begging (mainly from jaehyun), checking in, confessions, ambiguous ending, friends to lovers, positions — cowgirl/standing missionary/mating press, pet names — baby summary: your best friend, jaehyun, has asked you to do the biggest favor for him — take his virginity! you, being a good friend, agrees only for it to not go as exactly as planned… both sexually and romantically. | deadly sin: gluttony a/n: this has gone through so many revisions, it’s not even funny anymore (ᵕ—ᴗ—) and as i’m getting through the list, it’s getting harder and harder to make it not sound similar to the ones before. hopefully the theme of gluttony is noticeable because if not i’m throwing away this whole blog heheh enjoy!

As you put away the groceries you bought earlier, you hear your phone ring a familiar tone that was set by your best friend.

“Hey Jae,” you greet as you hold your phone between your ear and shoulder, unpacking the gallon of milk before shoving it into your refrigerator.

“Hey, I’m outside. Could you open your door? I don’t think your doorbell is working.” Jaehyun asks. “Tried knocking, but I don’t think you could hear me.”

“Oh! Sorry, I was listening to music.” You giggle, making your way to your front door.

As you open it, you both bring your phone down from your ear, Jaehyun hanging up on his end. He walks in, removing his shoes before following you to your kitchen.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, sticking your arm in the big brown paper grocery bag to fish out the vegetables you were planning to use for dinner.

“I wanted to ask you for a favor,” he softly lets out before he helps you unpack your groceries, knowing where you keep your canned foods and potato chips.

“A favor you couldn’t ask over the phone?”

“It’s not really something you ask someone in general, but I thought I’d give it a try.”

Halting your movements, you turn to face him. Taking note of his demeanor, you notice a hint of nervousness — he’s looking down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with you and he’s pulling down on the collar of his sweater as if it’s constricting his ability to breathe.

“What is it?” Your movements are slower now, anticipating his words before you commit to putting more of your groceries away. You stick your hand into the paper bag once more and take out whatever is left at the bottom.

“Here me out, okay?” He starts off. “Have sex with me.”

Taken aback, you run through a series of emotions before finally finding the words to respond to him.

“I’m sorry, excuse me?” You’re shaking your head in disbelief. “Did I hear you correctly? Have sex with you?”

“Yes.”

“Jaehyun I need more context, please.”

“I need you to take my virginity,” he sighs.

“I need to?” You repeat. “What are you talking about?”

Jaehyun lifts himself onto the kitchen counter next to you, nearly bracing himself to give you a long winded explanation.

“I’m sick of being the virgin of the group,” he whines. “I hate having to lie about it when my friends ask about it. It’s genuinely embarrassing.”

“Then don’t lie.”

“Too late,” he rolls his eyes. “Come on, you see how ruthless the guys are. I’m not putting myself through that ridicule from them.”

“Fine, alright I understand that, they can be dicks about it but you literally have a pool of women to choose from. Go to the bar or club and you’ll have a bunch of people to lose your virginity to, why are you asking me?”

“Because,” he groans. “You’re a lot kinder about my predicament than anyone else and I trust you. You won’t judge me.”

Your heart sinks at your friend’s desperation. You see how horrible his friends can be even though you know for a fact some of them are playing up their sexual experiences, just like Jaehyun. You stay quiet, contemplating his offer.

Your silence forces him to say something, anything, to push the idea to the side, already regretting asking for the favor.

“If you don’t want to, I understand. It’s a lot to ask.” He speaks up, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I’ll figure it out,” he chuckles. “I shouldn’t have put you in this position, I’m sorry.”

You know he’s not trying to guilt trip you. He would never coerce you into something like this. You know your best friend well enough to understand that he’s thought a lot about what he’s asking.

“When do you wanna do it?” You question, heat running under your skin as you look at Jaehyun.

He scrunches his eyebrows at your question. “You’re serious?” He tugs on his bottom lip before pulling on the collar of his sweater again.

“Yes.”

“Why?” He’s shocked — shocked that you agreed and shocked that he’s actually going to stick his dick into something that isn’t his fist.

“Because,” you stand in front of him, placing both hands on his thighs. “You’re my best friend and I can see how much this is bothering you. If this is how I can help you, then I will. So… when do you wanna do it?”

“When are you free?”

“Does tomorrow night work for you?”

He nods, a relieved expression painted on his face before he pulls you in for a hug.

A familiar knocking pattern is heard on your front door and you’re greeted by a painfully nervous Jaehyun.

“Hey,” he smiles, trying his best to hide his trembling voice.

“Hey, come on in.” Stepping aside, you watch him take off his shoes and strip himself of his jacket — leaving him in a white t-shirt and his dark blue jeans.

He rubs his hands together, clearly trying to avoid eye contact with you. “Do you,” he clears his throat. “Still want to do this? I was thinking a lot about it and if you changed your mind, we could watch a movie or go out to dinner instead.”

“Oh,” you pause, the singular syllable holding a punch of disappointment. “Did you change your mind?”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen ever so slightly. “No,” he shakes his head. “But if you did, I’m okay with that.”

Relief washes over you. “I haven’t changed my mind,” you grin before grabbing his hand. “Come on, we can do it in my room.”

He follows without protest.

You notice his palms are a little sweaty and he looks around your room as if he hasn’t been there millions of times before. You close the door behind him as he stands awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“Jaehyun,” you sigh. “Do you really want to do this?”

“Y-yeah,” he stammers. “It’s just, I want to be one hundred percent sure you’re okay with it. I thought about it last night and —”

You quickly press your lips on his, swiftly cutting his sentence midway. Your hands slowly caress the sides of his face, allowing his hands to rest on your waist. Deepening the kiss, your tongue runs along his bottom lip silently begging for access to his tongue in which he gladly parts his lips. Rolling your tongue over his, he lets out a tiny hum, letting you know he’s enjoying it before you slowly pull away.

“Does that prove I’m really okay with this?” You giggle, hands still pressing against the sides of his face.

He nods, eyes hungrily locked onto your lips before leaning in to give you another frantic kiss. Your fingers tangle itself in his hair and his arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer to him, arching your back in the process.

You feel his bulge through his jeans as he continues to move his lips with yours.

When he pulls away, he’s breathless and dizzy from the rush of emotions all at once.

You lead him to your bed, inviting him to make himself comfortable before you take the opportunity to straddle him, feeling his erection harden under your covered heat. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you lift his chin to gently guide his eyes to meet yours. Slowly rolling your hips against him, he gasps, causing you to proudly smile.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask, tugging on the collar of his white tee.

Pulling the back of his shirt over his head and in one swift move, it’s off his body and on your bedroom floor.

“Can you take off yours?” He nervously asks, earning an endearing smile from you.

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” You giggle, guiding his hands to the hem of your shirt.

He gladly lifts it up and over your head with your assistance, leaving your upper body bare and exposed for him. Jaehyun tries to bite back a smile only to have his dimples betray him.

Without a word, you guide his large hands up the sides of your waist and to your breasts knowing he won’t do it himself.

“Can I?” He breathily asks, licking his lips before his brown eyes innocently look at you for approval.

You nod, your fingers running through his hair before your nails softly rub his fresh undercut.

Pushing your breasts together, he traces his tongue around your perky nipples before sucking them into his mouth. He flicks his tongue against your nipple, causing a tingling sensation to run through your body before peppering kisses against your supple skin.

His hands move to the sides of your neck, pulling you into another intoxicating kiss. He’s hungry for you. He needs you in every way.

Tugging on your bottom lip before his kisses turn sloppy, he moves from your lips to the side of your neck and collarbone — clearly allowing himself to let loose.

You feel him suck on the tender skin on the crook of your neck, ensuring to leave a remembrance of this night while wrapping his arms around your waist. You’re unable to squirm away from him and you’re forced to enjoy the warmth of his chest.

“Have you ever gotten head before?” You ask, whispering in his ear.

He shakes his head, lips still attached to your skin.

“Do you want me to?”

He pulls away, looking up at you. “If y-you want,” he stutters nervously.

“Do you want me to?” You repeat, a smile pulling from the corner of your lips.

“Yes,” he whispers. “I want you to. Please.”

You place a sweet, soft kiss on his swollen lips before trailing kisses down his neck, chest, and abdomen. You begin to undo his pants and with his help, you pull the fabric down his thighs and legs before throwing it to the side. You position yourself between his legs and slip his erection out of his underwear, finally freeing his length from the restrictive fabric.

He’s rock solid — veins protruding against his shaft and his blushing mushroom tip leaking a trail of precum. Not to mention his impressive size.

“It’s a shame you’ve been keeping this to yourself,” you let out, looking up at your best friend as you slowly begin to stroke his length. “It’s honestly selfish of you if you ask me.”

Jaehyun’s cheeks bloom a red tint that spreads and paints his pale chest, embarrassed at your praise and too overwhelmed by your touch.

Your lips wrap around his tip and it’s music to your ears when you hear him let out a deep, throaty groan. Sinking further, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat only to realize you aren’t able to take all of him in. Your mind races at this revelation and excitement bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

Jaehyun holds your hair out of your face, watching your lips wrap perfectly around his girthy member. Your hand compensates for the area of his shaft you’re unable to take into your mouth, slicking up and down, and occasionally twisting your wrist.

Jaehyun throws his head back and begins biting the bottom of his lip to hold back his whimpers. His body tenses up and his fingers rake your bedsheets under him.

Swirling your tongue against his sensitive tip proves to be too much for him when you suddenly feel warm ropes of thick liquid shoot into your mouth without warning.

Swallowing what’s in your mouth, you look up at your best friend who looks down at you in shock before profusely apologizing.

“Dammit,” he groans, brows furrowed. “I knew you giving me head would be too risky.” His eyes close and his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated.

Sitting on your knees next to him, you attempt to comfort him by rubbing his arm. “I don’t think sticking it in me would have been any better.” You say in an attempt to make him feel better.

“Yeah, but then at least I wouldn’t have been a virgin.” Another frustrated groan leaves him. “I’m so sorry I wasted your time.”

You give him a sympathetic laugh as you push his hair back. “Don’t be sorry, I told you I’d help you and I will. Do you want to stay the night? We can pick up where we left off in the morning.”

“I’m seeing my parents tomorrow for lunch and the drive is pretty brutal,” he pouts. “Are you busy tomorrow night?”

“I can clear my schedule for you,” you grin.

“No, don’t do that.” He places his hand on your thigh. “If you’re busy, we can do it another time.”

“I want to,” you reassure him. Quickly grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you text the group chat with your friends and let them know something came up and you won’t be able to make it. “And I’m officially yours tomorrow night,” you tell him with a toothy grin.

You disappear into your bathroom to grab a warm washcloth for your best friend, helping him wipe off the mess he made when you return to your previous spot.

“Do you want to grab something to eat or watch a movie?” You ask, attempting to toss the washcloth into the hamper near your bedroom door before you feel a tug on your arm, catching your attention.

“I want you to teach me how to make you feel good,” he says, eyes locked onto yours and begging for your approval.

“W-what?” You stutter before Jaehyun’s hand wraps behind your neck, pulling you to his lips.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he repeats between kisses. “I wanna make tonight worth it for you.”

An eruption of butterflies flutters your stomach. You feel an arousal build in your core, hearing the words spill out of Jaehyun’s mouth — his voice low and smooth. You allow your body to fall into your mattress with Jaehyun falling on top of you, his lips still attached to yours. Soon enough, you feel his lips attacking your neck, swirling and sucking on your skin.

“Show me what you can do,” you breathily let out.

His hand palms your breast, rolling and pulling your aroused nipples between his fingers before his tongue takes over. His swollen lips trail open mouth kisses down your cleavage and to your stomach.

You guide his hands to the waistband of your shorts before instructing him to help you take it off.

He happily complies, throwing your shorts and underwear behind him without a second thought.

You grip his chin and lead him up to your lips, which he gladly adheres to. Grabbing his hand, you bring his middle and ring finger to your mouth and suck on it — watching Jaehyun’s mouth slightly part at the sight of your lips wrapped around his digits.

He slowly pumps his slender fingers into your mouth as you roll your tongue. Taking a hold of his wrist, you slowly guide his fingers down to your slit, sliding them up and down to collect your wetness before instructing him to trace circles on your bud of sensitive nerves.

“Keep doing that,” you instruct as he tilts his head towards you, allowing you to give him a kiss. You continue to guide him with your words, instructing the speed and pressure in which he gladly follows well. Soon enough you feel the tension in your stomach tighten. Your breathing shallows and your toes begin to curl from the satisfaction.

“I’m so close,” you whimper, biting down on your bottom lip.

Jaehyun continues to rub his fingers against your clit at a steady pace, pushing you over the edge within seconds. Your whimpers are silenced with his kisses.

He swallows your moans and he continues stroking your soaking pussy until you ride out your high with his fingers. Slowly sliding a finger into you, he pumps it a few times before sliding in another finger.

You feel a slight stretch as Jaehyun tries to soothe the uncomfortable feeling with his lips against the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin desperately. Pumping slowly inside of you, you feel yourself loosen around his digits.

“Curl your fingers,” you softly instruct him.

Jaehyun does what you say, causing you to let out a satisfied exhale when he grazes your sweet spot. He continues to pump his fingers, harsher this time, as he curls his fingers like you taught him. His lips never straying away from the crook of your neck. He takes it upon himself to speed up his movements, the sounds of your squelching cunt bounces off your bedroom walls as the palm of his hand meets your clit when he’s knuckles deep into your pussy. He roughly moves inside of you, causing your jaw to drop as bliss washes over you.

You feel your abdomen tighten and the sounds rolling off your tongue grow louder and louder, giving Jaehyun encouragement.

“Gonna come, baby?” He asks against your skin.

You nod rapidly, feeling Jaehyun smirk.

He feels your cunt tighten and your walls pulse around his digits. Jaehyun pulls another intense orgasm out of you. Your jaw drops, watching his fingers disappear inside of you through lidded eyes before you take a hold of his hand to halt his movements when his palm rubs against your sensitive clit.

He brings his fingers to his lips, licking off the wetness that covered his digits — tasting your arousal.

Your face heats up in embarrassment at the lewd sight, knowing your best friend is tasting your juices.

Jaehyun gently tucks your hair behind your ear, rubbing your heated cheek with his thumb to comfort you.

“How many orgasms have you had in one night?” He asks, his lips softly brushing against your exposed shoulder before dragging it under your jaw.

You swallow hard. “The most was 3,” you giggle. “Why?”

He hums, trailing soft kisses from your jaw and up to your cheek. Jaehyun’s finger guides you to look at him before pressing his lips against yours.

“I wanna give you my thanks,” he lets out before repositioning himself with his knee between your thighs. “Can I eat you out?” He asks as his calloused hands rub against your waist and thighs as you’re reeling from your back to back orgasms.

You nod your head slowly.

Jaehyun opens up your legs before dipping between your thighs, hot breath breathing against your sex. He delves between your folds, licking strips with the tip of his tongue. When he finds your clit, you let out a loud gasp — giving him the encouragement needed to continue what he’s doing. Focusing on your sensitive bud, he kisses, flicks, and sucks on it, causing moans to slip between your lips.

“Keep going,” you softly order. “Feels so good.”

Jaehyun slides his finger into your entrance causing you to gasp from the feeling. He slowly pumps into you, curling his fingers and showing you what he’s learned.

You push his hair back, watching as his tongue flicks against your clit and how his mouth wraps around your clit before feeling him suck to his heart’s content.

A fire in your stomach ignites and your fingers firmly grip on his hair, hearing him let out a groan as you tug on it.

Jaehyun pushes against your thighs, widening your spread. The pads of his fingers dig into your skin and he flattens his tongue, licking a long, teasing strip between your folds before he quickly flicks the tip against your clit, keeping his movements consistent.

“I’m gonna come,” you whimper. “Keep going please.”

Jaehyun’s movements don’t falter and he pushes you to your orgasm, helping you ride it out. He feels you jolt under him and he chuckles against your heat at your overstimulation as he continues his movements.

“W-what’re you doing,” you stutter, trying to pull yourself up the bed only to be pulled back down with Jaehyun’s strong arms.

“You taste too good to stop, I want more.” He murmured against you.

“You don’t have to.” You let out a squeal then a giggle when he begins to suck on your clit again. He locks his fingers together over your stomach, keeping you in place before lifting his head — your arousal glistening against his perfectly shaped lips.

“I want to. Like I said,” he kisses your inner thigh. “I want more.” He drags his soft lips against your skin and back to your slit.

He devours you over and over again — eating and slurping you up like a horrendously starved and thirst deprived man until you’re coming on his tongue. Your vision blurs and your mind goes dizzy.

“Jaehyun,” you loudly whimper. “I-I need a break.” Your heart thumps hard against your chest, feeling like you just finished running a marathon.

Your best friend lifts his head between your legs, innocently looking up at you. You kick your blanket towards him, telling him to use it to wipe your juices off his lips.

“I’ll get you some water.” He stands, puts his underwear on, then leaves your bedroom.

Pulling yourself up and resting against your headboard, you try to steady your breathing as you shut your eyes to stop the room from spinning. You hear your fridge open and Jaehyun quickly returns with two water bottles in his hand.

“Was it too much?” Jaehyun asks, watching you slowly flutter your eyes open to look at him. He holds out an opened water bottle for you before opening the other for himself — placing himself next to you and using your blanket to cover your nude body for you.

“I’ll be okay,” you reassure him before taking a long sip of water, nearly finishing half of it in one go. “I just never had so many orgasms before. For a virgin, you know how to work that mouth of yours.” You giggle, placing your bottled water on the nightstand next to you.

Jaehyun presses the opening of the bottle against his lips, pausing to smile at your compliment before he drinks.

“Faked any of them?” He jokingly asks, securing the cap onto his bottle. “If you did, lie to me. I don’t wanna know.” He chuckles, taking your hand into his.

“Fortunately for us,” you nudge his shoulder with yours. “All six of them were very much real.”

“Six, huh?” His brows lift in surprise, his dimpled smile bigger than it was before. “Wanna make it a lucky seven?”

“Shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes at his comment.

“I’m serious.”

You snap your sights onto his face, silently reading his expression. “You’re not tired? C’mon, your jaw must be in pain by now, right?” Your brows furrowed in confusion.

Jaehyun’s hand pets the back of your head. “You’re always putting others before yourself.” He states, inches away from his lips. “It won’t kill you to be selfish for once.” He presses kisses against your neck before slowly pressing his lips down your collarbone.

“Stop me if you don’t want me to continue,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Keep going,” you whisper.

Jaehyun peels your blanket away from your body and throws it to the side, making his way between your legs once again and having you open wide for him. Grabbing a hold of your waist, he roughly pulls you down until your cunt meets with his lips.

“You’re insane, you know that?” You jokingly remark before you gasp, feeling his fingers slide between your folds again.

He gives you a quick lick before lifting his head. “I’d say more of a glutton with a strong desire to please,” he says before flashing you a wicked smirk.

“Deadly combination,” you smile.

“With fantastic results,” he adds.

Without a second thought, he spreads your lips open before working his tongue over your pussy again. This time, his movements are slower and a lot more sensual than previously. He’s taking in your taste, enjoying every bit of it. His tongue explores every crevice of your sweet heat. The sounds escaping your lips adds to his experience.

His hands find yours before lacing his fingers between your fingers — a gesture you find extremely intimate under the circumstances that got you in the situation to begin with.

Soon enough, the familiar feeling begins to settle inside of you and you’re arching your back from pleasure. Jaehyun lets go of your hands to keep you in place as he helps you through your release.

You’re writhing — lightheaded and floating on cloud nine when you’re overwhelmed by pure bliss. Biting down on your bottom lip, you muffle your whimpers and moans as Jaehyun’s mouth continues to suck on your swollen clit.

“S-stop,” you mumble, your muscles going limp from pleasure.

Jaehyun’s soft lips kiss your inner thighs once more before he lifts his head to meet your glazed eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks as his palms rub against your soft skin to soothe you.

You simply nod — eyes shut and chest heaving up and down as you try to recollect yourself.

“Want me to order your favorite meal?” He chuckles, pushing the thought of going out to a place to eat out of his mind — considering your exhaustion.

“Please,” you give him a tiny laugh. “Thank you.”

When you receive a text from Jaehyun letting you know he’s outside, you hastily make your way to your front door. You swing your door open to find your best friend holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“What’s that?” You ask, knitting your brows in confusion.

“For you,” he smiles, extending his arm to give you the gift as he steps in. “A thank you for last night.”

You giggle, carefully holding it in your hands and excitedly making your way to fetch a vase to put them in as Jaehyun trails behind you.

“If I remember correctly, you already said thank you last night.” You quickly cut the bottom stems of the bouquet as Jaehyun watches. “Seven times to be exact.” You smirk, looking over at a shy Jaehyun who tries, and fails, to hold back a smile.

“Well,” he clears his throat. “Just another way of saying thank you, then.”

As you place the vase of flowers in the middle of your dining table, you catch Jaehyun’s eyes wandering down to the hem of your oversized shirt that ends mid thigh before he meets your eyes — ears tinting as deep red, embarrassed he got caught checking out his best friend.

“Did you bring condoms?” You question, taking one of his hands into yours.

“Yeah.” He fishes for the pack in the pocket of his jeans before handing it over to you.

You quickly scan the box, nodding your head in approval — although you didn’t have much of a preference. “Good,” you smile before slinging your arms over his broad shoulders and pulling him to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his pelvis. You’re already feeling his large bulge pressing against you.

“Me too,” he whispers between kisses. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you today.” He confesses, pulling away from your lips.

“Glad to hear,” you giggle. “Let’s make sure you lose your virginity tonight.”

You quickly make your way to your bedroom and Jaehyun closely follows behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. Casually tossing the box of rubbers on your nightstand, Jaehyun quickly spins you to capture your lips with his.

You frantically help Jaehyun remove his clothes while he does the same with yours, leaving both of you completely nude before you both stumble onto your bed. This time, Jaehyun invites you to straddle his lap.

You comply, feeling his thick, warm, and veiny shaft settle against your slit. Slowly rocking your hips back and forth, Jaehyun’s pink tinted lips part and a shaky breath escapes.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, amazed and grinning from ear to ear. His words spill out no louder than a whisper as his eyes slowly glance up from your core to your stomach, then up your chest, before meeting your eyes.

His tongue delves into your mouth, rolling over yours and taking your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a soft tug before letting go — a gesture that drives you crazy.

“Let me taste you again,” he begs, pressing desperate pecks against your cheek. “Please, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

You smile at his revelation, relishing his unexpected needy demeanor. “Yeah?” You tease. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Sit on my face baby,” he groans. “I wanna make you come.” Jaehyun quickly lowers his body until his mouth meets your sweet pussy.

“Jae,” you whine, surprised at his movements. “I don’t — I haven’t sat on someone’s face before.” You confess, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” he breathes, his warm breath against your heat before he presses a soft and innocent kiss against your aching clit. “I’ll do all the work. Just stay like this and don’t hold back.”

You grip your headboard, slightly hovering over his mouth as his tongue works its way around your wet folds. A giggle escapes and you feel his tongue flatten before swerving side to side against your bundle of nerves.

Jaehyun’s arms pull you down with a grunt, forcing you to properly sit on him. His fingers press into your hips from behind you, preventing you from squirming away. He moves his mouth frantically against you, eyes peering up as you rake your fingers through his hair.

Jaehyun gropes and harshly squeezes your ass. His palms slide against your skin and to your waist, his nails dragging against your skin. He guides your hips back and forth, encouraging you to move your hips against his tongue. As he begins to suck on your clit, you feel your empty walls flutter.

Using his tongue, you grind against it just as he instructed. You quickly inch closer and closer to your climax. The tight coil snaps suddenly and you jerk at the feeling of Jaehyun’s tongue flicking against your clit.

Your attempt to lift yourself off him fails when Jaehyun pulls you back down to his mouth, continuing his movements on your overly sensitive clit and causing you to twitch as his tongue swipes against you.

“Jae,” you gasp.

“Just one more, baby.” He growls, palming your thighs. “Just one more for me, please. I need it. I need you.”

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles hearing his words — words you never expected to hear from your best friend.

With each flick of his tongue, you’re twitching above him. Your sweet, sensitive, and overwhelmed clit aches with pleasure as Jaehyun begins to suck on it knowing you’re merely seconds away from becoming undone.

The air thickens and your pulse quickens as a familiar feeling approaches quickly. Your body begs for a release as you hear Jaehyun slurp the wetness dripping out of you.

“I’m close,” you croak. You cry out his name and he doesn’t budge until he pulls another intense orgasm from you.

His movements slowly come to a stop and he flutters soft kisses against your swollen clit before allowing you to finally get off him. You melt into your bed as you try to catch your breath.

He shifts to reposition himself against the headboard. “You okay?” He questions, biting the corner of his bottom lip as he smiles. He lifts the back of his hand to wipe your wetness that’s glistening on his chin.

Lunging towards his lips, you catch him by surprise that causes him to chuckle at your actions. You take his erection into your hand, giving him a few slow pumps and allowing a pool of spit to fall onto his reddened mushroom tip before using your hand to spread it against his length.

Jaehyun reaches over to open up the new box of condoms before he rolls one on. When he does, you quickly position yourself on top of him and carefully guide his tip to your entrance.

You slowly sink onto him, feeling his tip stretch out your cunt and mold to his impressive size.

“Oh my god,” Jaehyun whispers, biting down on his bottom lip before his jaw drops at the feeling of you around him. His hands desperately grip onto your breasts, pushing them together and nipping your soft skin around your nipples.

When he completely fills you up, you go still for a moment to adjust to his size. The tingling around your nipples add to the ecstasy you’re experiencing.

When Jaehyun leaves your breasts with a pop, he quickly meets your lips with his, pulling you down and onto his chest.

“You feel—” he stammers. “Like heaven.” His lips messily move against yours, already intoxicated with the feeling of being inside of you. His arms pin you against his chest before lifting his hips into you.

You gasp against his lips and he lets out a trembling exhale.

“Sorry,” he gulps. “Was that too much?”

You shake your head. “I’m ready,” you whisper. “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

And with your permission, he finally lets loose. He frantically drives himself into you, holding onto your body and keeping you in place when you jerk forward with every thrust. The room fills with your whimpers, his grunts, and the sounds of skin slapping against each other.

You’re intoxicated. Desperate for more — for him.

In one quick motion, you’re now under him — trapped between his body and the mattress. His eyes soften at the sight of you before he peppering soft, gentle kisses against your cheek.

“Are you okay?” He checks in, breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you swallow. “Don’t stop, I want you to feel good.”

Jaehyun chuckles. “You feel amazing,” he softly praises as he gently sweeps his lips against your cheek before ghosting above your lips. “You’re absolutely perfect.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust of his hips.

Your fingers comb through his hair before finally pulling him down to your lips. The way he passionately kisses you contrasts heavily with how his hips selfishly splits you open but somehow both move as if it knows this is their last time with you.

Heat spreads under your skin and the familiar pleasure building in the pit of your stomach causes the ache between your thighs to heighten.

“I’m gonna come,” you frantically warn.

“Me too,” Jaehyun mumbles.

When your orgasm washes over you, you fall apart — your shattered breath is heard as you tremble from the pleasure. You cling onto your best friend as if you’re stopping him from leaving you.

His grip tights around you and his hips begin to falter when he bucks into you. When he freezes, he allows his release to fill the tip of his latex protection.

He collapses onto your body, chest heaving up and down. Your fingers gently scratch the back of his head, his eyes slowly closing and focusing on the comfort you’re radiating. You both lay there for a moment, basking in each other’s presence.

That is until his phone rings and catches both of your attention, pulling you out of the moment and shoving you back into reality. He quickly pulls out of you to retrieve his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“Hey,” he greets the caller. You watch Jaehyun throw away the used condom before getting dressed as you lounge on your bed with an unreadable expression on your face. “Y-yeah, uh, I’ll be there. Just give me like 30 minutes.” It’s clear he’s still reeling from his orgasm and you assume the caller notices too. “My breathing?” He turns to look at you. “Oh, I just got done with an intense workout.”

You give him a thumbs up, playfully approving the lie he just told one of his friends.

“I’m leaving now, I’ll see you guys soon.” Jaehyun informs the caller before hanging up.

“No pillow talk?” You giggle. “That’s brutal.”

“Didn’t think you’d be the cuddling type,” he softly laughs. “I’m sorry, I forgot I promised the guys I would go with them to this—”

“It’s alright,” you lie. “I’ll walk you out.” You throw on the old worn out t-shirt on the floor before leading Jaehyun to your front door.

“Thanks,” Jaehyun pauses. “You’re a really great friend for helping me with this. I owe you one.”

“Yeah,” you softly chuckle. The stinging in your chest heightens. “You were desperate, it’s the least I could do.” You playfully and awkwardly nudge him in the arm.

He slowly nods. “Have a good night.” Jaehyun lifts his hand to the back of his neck. For a second, he’s unsure if he should give you a hug or a kiss.

“You too. Have fun tonight,” you force a smile before opening the door and ultimately making up Jaehyun’s mind. “Drive safely.”

Jaehyun gives you a nod before walking out. The door slowly shuts and you lean against it, exhaling the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Your mind replays the night and you mentally scold yourself for your naive thoughts that there was something more.

When Jaehyun makes it to his destination, he sits in his car in silence — hands gripped tightly around his steering wheel and his jaw clenched, already regretting leaving you the way he did and missing you more than he should.

It’s been a week since you’ve heard from Jaehyun. Your heart aches at the thought of your friendship changing, but you convince yourself to give him some time — hoping things will fall back into normalcy.

Cuddling into yourself on your living room sofa, your eyes mindlessly stare at your television screen as your childhood comfort show plays and you pull your blanket over your body.

A low rumble of thunder echoed through the vast sky as the dark, charcoal clouds continued to roll in. Rain accompanies the dreary evening and continues to hammer against your glass window.

You’re caught off guard when you hear your doorbell ring — mind wondering who would be idiotic enough to be out as a storm brews above the city.

Squinting an eye to peer through the peephole, your front door hastily flies open at the sight of a drenched Jaehyun standing outside. His dark shirt clings onto his body for dear life as the tips of his hair drip water onto the ground beneath him. His eyes slowly lift to meet yours — glassy, bloodshot, and flooding with regret.

Without a word, you harshly pull him into your apartment, worried about the cold he’ll catch being drenched in rain.

“Wait here, I’ll grab you a towel.” You turn on your heel only to feel an ice cold touch on your forearm.

“Wait,” he whispers.

“Jae, you’re gonna get sick.” You pull your arm from his grasp before making your way to your linen closet to grab a bunch of towels to help wipe him down.

When you return, you quickly instruct him to remove his soaking clothes, assuring you’ll give it a wash. When he doesn’t comply, you open your mouth to say something only for him to swiftly press his lips against yours.

The taste of alcohol still lingers on his lips and it trembles against yours — almost unsure if he should be doing this; if he was allowed to kiss you again.

He pulls away just a bit, enough for your lips to chase after his. “You’re always just out of reach,” he lets out. “I want to stop chasing. I want to have you.”

Crashing his lips into yours, his urgency ripples through his body and into you. You quickly lift the hem of his soaked t-shirt up his body and over his head as a plop is heard when you let it fall against the floor beneath you.

He does the same with yours, leaving you in your underwear, before pressing your back against the nearest wall, caging your body with his. He trembles — maybe from the cold, maybe from your touch, but his movements don’t stop when he begins to undo the button of his jeans. The fabric bunches around his feet before he kicks them to the side.

“Please tell me this is okay,” he begs. “That what I feel for you is okay.”

You nod frantically. “It’s okay.” You softly speak against his lips. “I want you, too.”

A shattered breath parted his lips. “Say it again,” he gulps. “Say you want me. I need to hear it.”

“I want you,” you chant as if it’s a ritual to keep him with you, even if it's for a moment.

He presses his body against yours. Shockwaves jolt through your body and a gasp escapes as his cold skin greedily and desperately swallows some of the warmth you radiate.

Hooking an arm behind your knee, he holds it up as the tip of his cock probes your covered entrance. You pull the fabric to the side and guide it to the base of your hole. With your silent permission, Jaehyun slowly pushes his hips up and into you — slowly filling you up until he isn’t able to anymore.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way you feel,” he breathes. “Under me. Against me. Around me.” Each statement punctuated by a sharp and harsh thrust.

You’re nothing but a mess. Your nails claw at Jaehyun’s pale and damp chest, leaving red streaks behind before cupping the sides of his neck as each thrust completely ruins you.

Jaehyun presses his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes as his unforgiving movements continue to jerk you up, causing you to stand on your tiptoes.

“Look at me Jae,” you whisper. “Look at me while you break me open.”

Jaehyun sharply inhales at your words. “D-don’t say that,” he dryly chuckles. “I can’t think straight if you—” his voice hitches, but his brown eyes lock onto yours, softening at the sight of you — as if he’s been waiting a lifetime to finally be this close to you again.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jaehyun mumbles under his breath before he pushes you further into the wall and pressing the tips of his fingers against the solid foundation behind you. His free hand finds your clit, tracing circles against your aching ball of nerves.

A fire ignites in the pit of your stomach and heat pools in your lower back. Your thighs tremble as you tighten your grasp around Jaehyun already knowing your knees are going to buck. You chase your climax, moaning and whimpering against Jaehyun’s soft, pink tinted lips.

You choke out an abrupt warning before your orgasm hits you like a freight train. You sob and whimper into Jaehyun’s shoulder, gripping his wrist to stop his movements before moving your lips in sync with his.

His hands guide you back to your living room sofa. Your back presses against the cushions and Jaehyun pushes your knees to your chest, folding your body in half as his cock pushes into you once more.

Each thrust of his is deep, frantic, and ruthless with feral grunts accompanying his intent. He uses your body to chase his climax and by his sloppy thrusts, you tell he’s close.

“Jae—” you call out.

“I-I’ll pull out,” he grunts. “Just — just a bit more.”

“D-don’t. Don’t pull out.”

His eyes slightly widen, mind clearly racing from your words. “Fuck, no don’t say that,” he growls. “No going back if we do that.”

“I mean it,” you swallow. “I want to be who you lose control for. I want all of you.”

A tiny whimper leaves his lips before he agrees. He plunges himself into you, over and over again. He’s so deep your mind goes blank — unaware of where you end and where he begins.

His warm, velvety ropes release inside of you and he bites back a groan as he empties himself. The grip he has on you slowly loosens when he pulls himself out of you.

“Are you okay?” He softly questions, gently moving a strand of hair away from your eye.

“I’m fine,” you nod. “Are you okay? You must still be cold.”

“I’ll be okay,” he shyly smiles. “Sorry, I should’ve called before coming over.” He takes a seat next to you, sinking into the sofa.

You gently shush him. “You’re shivering. Let’s shower first and we can talk about it afterwards.”

“I need to say it now before I lose the confidence to say it.” He swallows hard, shaking his head. “I’m sorry I left you last week. I wanted to stay, I wanted to be with you and the second I left, I knew I made a huge mistake. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I started missing you more than I usually do.”

You place your warm blanket over him, keeping him covered for the time being before lifting your hand to run your fingers through his wet hair. “You’re here now,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb. “That’s all that matters.”

“Maybe it was my fault for asking you to take my virginity knowing my feelings for you,” he sighs. “I just wasn’t expecting to feel these intense emotions after burying them for so long.”

You gently hold his hand in yours, swiping your thumb against his skin. “Stay the night,” you quietly offer. “Let’s talk about where we can go from here.”

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Warmth between us: Stray Kids' reactions to their S/O having warm hands

cold hands equivalent

request: Hii! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I wanted to request skz reaction when their s/o’s hands are always warm! ( ˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ♡ Thank you!

Bang Chan

The apartment was quieter than usual.

The soft hum of the laptop fan and the occasional click of keys were the only sounds breaking through the silence. Chris sat at his desk, back slightly hunched, his jaw set just a little tighter than normal.

You watched him from the doorway, biting your lip. The fight earlier had been stupid – something small blown out of proportion. Miscommunication. A bad day. Raised voices and hurt expressions. Now there was a heavy space between you, one neither of you quite knew how to cross.

You padded over softly, your heart hammering a little too loud in your chest. As you approached, you hesitated just behind him, watching the tension still lingering in his shoulders. He didn’t look up, didn’t stop typing. You knew he knew you were there.

Cautiously, you reached out and placed your hand gently on his shoulder. That familiar warmth – your warmth – spread through his shirt and into his skin.

His fingers slowed.

He let out a breath through his nose, something between a sigh and a surrender. You felt his muscles shift slightly beneath your touch, loosening. He didn’t shrug you off. If anything, he leaned into the touch just a little.

Then, quietly, he mumbled, “Your hand’s warm.”

It wasn’t said with annoyance or sarcasm. It was softer. Because you always run warm, and he always noticed. And when you touched him, especially like this, it was your way of saying I’m sorry, I’m here, I love you – all in one.

Lee Know

The campfire crackled softly in front of you, flickering against the deep navy sky. Stars scattered overhead like glitter, and your breath fogged the crisp night air. You were tucked into your hoodie, legs curled up by the fire, while Lee Know rummaged through the cabin for something.

“It’s freezing out here. You’re still gonna wear gloves.”

You scoffed. “Why would I wear gloves if my hands are already warm?”

He looked at you like you just asked if fire was wet. “Because you keep them warm. I don’t care if you’re a human heater – your fingers are gonna go numb eventually.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he was already digging through your bag. A second later, he pulled out a pair of gloves and shoved them at you with all the gentle aggression of someone who was deeply concerned but also incredibly stubborn.

“Here. Put them on. No arguments.”

You stared at the gloves, then back at him. “You’re kind of dramatic, you know that?”

“Dramatic?” He raised a brow. “I'm being responsible. You think I’m gonna let you freeze just because you're usually warm?”

You laughed again, softer this time, touched despite yourself. “Fine. For the sake of your peace of mind.”

As you slipped the gloves on, Lee Know gave a triumphant little nod, then scooted closer and brought his arm behind your chair. “Good. Now we can enjoy the fire without me worrying about you catching a cold.”

You smirked. “So this is about your comfort?”

“Obviously.”

Changbin

The studio was dimly lit, filled with the soft hum of equipment and the quiet tapping of keys as music played low in the background. You were curled up on a couch in the corner, sipping a warm drink and your boyfriend was deep in the recording booth.

"Y/N, can you pass me that pen?" Hyunjin asked, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

You looked over, spotting the pen just beside you on the coffee table. You picked it up and stood to walk it over. As you handed it to Hyunjin, your fingers brushed his – just a quick, unintentional touch – but enough to make him blink and pause.

"Whoa," he said, looking up at you with raised eyebrows. "Your hands are really warm."

You laughed softly. "Yeah, they tend to be like that."

Just then, Changbin stepped out of the booth, tugging off his headphones. He caught the tail end of the exchange, his gaze narrowing playfully as he walked over.

"Hey, hey," he said, sliding an arm around you. "That’s my handwarmer."

Hyunjin snorted, leaning back with an exaggerated shrug. "Relax. I was just admiring the natural phenomenon that is Y/N’s temperature regulation."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as Changbin pulled you a little closer and pressed a quick kiss to your temple. “No admiring. I’ve got exclusive rights.”

Hyunjin made a dramatic gagging sound. "You two are so gross when you're cute. I'm leaving."

Hyunjin

As Hyunjin and you were strolling hand in hand, he suddenly stopped mid-step, causing you to almost bump into him.

“Yah,” you said with a playful pout, “why'd you do that?”

Hyunjin turned to you with the most tragic expression you’d seen that week. His eyebrows furrowed like a sad puppy, his lips pushed into a pout and he clutched your hand like it had just betrayed him.

“I just realized something truly heartbreaking,” he said, voice low and theatrical.

You blinked. “…Okay?”

“I can’t do that cool, protective boyfriend thing where I warm your hands in mine!” he exclaimed, eyes wide with faux devastation. “That’s, like, standard boyfriend behavior! It’s in all the K-dramas!”

You burst out laughing as he squeezed your warm fingers and dramatically sighed.

“I always imagined pulling you into my coat, saying something cheesy like, ‘Your hands are freezing,’ and then being all suave, warming them up like a knight in a padded North Face jacket,” he said with a sniff. “But you… you ruined it.”

“I ruined it?” you laughed. “I’m just warm-blooded!”

“Exactly!” he cried. “Where’s the drama? The romance? The scene where I hold your icy fingers in mine and say, ‘Don’t worry, jagiya, I got you’? Huh?”

“You could just pretend my hands are cold.”

Hyunjin looked at you, utterly scandalized. “Pretend?!” he gasped. “You want me to lie to myself? To the universe?!”

You rolled your eyes, still grinning. “Okay, Mr. Method Actor. You wanna hold my hand or not?”

Han

"Uggghhhh," came Han’s voice, stretched out like a cat waking up from a nap. “I swear my shoulders are dying. I'm going to have to retire from dancing and become a full-time noodle.”

You glanced over your shoulder, smirking as you watched him flop onto the couch beside you like his soul had left his body. “A noodle?”

“A soggy one,” he added, flopping even further, his head now in your lap. “Just... massage me before I melt into this couch forever.”

You laughed, setting your phone down. “Again? Didn’t I just give you one last night?”

“Exactly, and it was amazing,” he said. “You have magical hands. I don’t know how they’re always so warm, but it’s literally the best thing ever.”

“They’re just naturally warm. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Han wriggled closer, turning his back to you. “More like a gift. Like – Specializing in stressed-out idols with overworked backs.”

You raised a brow, fingers already gently working into the tension in his shoulders. “You sound like a commercial.”

“I feel like one. This is heaven.” He let out a blissful sigh, his voice muffled against your leg. “Seriously, you should charge for this. Or at least take payment in ramen and eternal gratitude.”

“Oh, I already get paid,” you said, leaning in with a smirk.

Han cracked one eye open. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your dramatic whining? Priceless.”

He burst into laughter, wincing a little as your fingers hit a knot. “Okay, ow—rude. But valid.”

Felix

You were curled up on the couch beside Felix when he reached out to take your hand, fingers slipping between yours.

The moment his fingers curled around yours, his brows knit together slightly at the unexpected warmth of your skin.

Without a word, he let go and leaned in, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as his other hand came to rest lightly on your forehead.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, your voice barely audible as heat crept into your cheeks and your heart stuttered in your chest.

“Checking if you have a fever,” he said, completely serious, brows still furrowed with concern.

You felt your face flush even hotter under his touch. “Felix, I swear I’m not sick,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh. “My hands—They’re just always warm.”

“Mm, you sure?” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “You’re blushing a lot too…”

Your cheeks burned. “That’s because you’re touching my face!”

Felix broke into a soft laugh, that deep, contagious kind of laugh that always made your heart flutter. His fingers lingered for a moment longer, tracing gently from your cheek to your jaw before falling away.

“Alright, alright,” he said, backing off with a grin. “No fever. Just dangerously cute.”

Seungmin

Your relationship was new – still in that sweet, slightly awkward stage where every glance and gesture felt electric, full of possibility. It was only your third official date, but somehow, Seungmin already had this quiet way of making you feel known, like he'd been reading you all along.

He slid into the seat across from you, brushing his hand over the table as he reached for his drink. His fingers accidentally grazed yours – and paused.

“Whoa,” he said softly. “Your hand is… really warm.”

You froze, caught somewhere between surprise and embarrassment. “Oh—uh, yeah. It’s always like that. I’m like a built-in space heater, I guess.”

Seungmin blinked, then slowly smiled. “That’s kind of amazing.”

He let his hand linger just a bit longer, fingers brushing the back of yours. “Do you mind?” he asked quietly, voice playful but tinged with that same softness you were still getting used to.

You shook your head. “No. Not at all.”

So he kept his hand there – not quite holding yours, but close enough that your pinkies touched.

“Is it normal?” he asked, tilting his head. “I mean—are your hands always this warm? Like… all the time?”

You gave a small laugh, shrugging. “Pretty much. Even in winter. It’s weird, right?”

Seungmin shook his head, still watching you like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. “No, I don’t think it’s weird. maybe… kind of comforting? And that's cool. Or—well, not cool. You know what I mean.”

I.N

The summer heat clung to the air in Busan like an extra layer of clothing, but you and Jeongin didn’t seem to mind. The two of you strolled along the boardwalk, shoes scuffing against the ground, the ocean glittering nearby.

Jeongin had insisted on getting ice cream from his favorite childhood shop and now you were both lazily licking at your cones, trying to beat the sun before it turned your treats into puddles.

"Ah, no!" you cried, tilting your wrist awkwardly as your ice cream sagged dangerously to one side.

Jeongin snorted around a mouthful of his own cone. "You're losing the battle, Y/N."

"I have warm hands!" you protested, trying to catch the dripping trails with your tongue and utterly failing. "It's not my fault!"

Jeongin shook his head with an exaggerated, long-suffering sigh.

You grinned mischievously, wiping a smear of ice cream off your wrist. "Well," you said, flashing a wink, "guess I'm just too hot."

Jeongin choked on his bite of ice cream, laughing so hard he almost dropped his own cone. "That was terrible," he said between wheezes, but his eyes were shining, crinkling at the corners in that way you loved.

"Terrible but true," you said proudly, bumping your shoulder against his.

He just grinned, offering you a bite of his before yours collapsed completely.

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kqutie · 5 months ago

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“You know you didn’t have to kiss her to give her your blessing, right?”

—Athena to Hermes, probably

haha! here you go, my lovely (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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Hermes giggles to himself, trying to ignore the soft blush on his cheeks. He watches you fondly from high above, laying on his stomach in a bed of clouds with his feet in the air, kicking away as his hands hold up his chin.

“You know you didn’t have to kiss her to give her your blessing, right?” Athena materialises beside him, standing in her tall, proud height.

“I don’t know~” Hermes sing-songs, grinning widely at the narrowed look his half-sister gives him from beneath the shadow of her helmet.

“No, you didn’t,” Athena rolls her eyes and sighs, looking down as you silently talk with some strangely coloured animals that Hermes must have allowed onto the island with you. Hermes finally laughs aloud, finding her irritation amusing.

“Maybe so, but what’s the fun in that?~”

“This isn’t about fun, Hermes,” Athena sighs exasperatedly, rubbing at her temples through her helmet whilst avoiding the sight of the messenger God’s cheeky smile, “Your actions could very well have endangered Odysseus and her,”

“But she is under my protection now,” Hermes’ grin doesn’t falter, confident in his ability to protect you by warding off any enemy, “ease up, darling~” Hermes coos, flying up in his front-laying position so that his head was level with Athena’s and he could look her in the eye with just a slight tilt of his head. “And there isn’t a chance I’ll let any danger come to her,” Hermes looks down at you fondly once again as Athena huffs.

“Don’t tell me you’ve grown fond of her to this extent already,”

“There’s no question about it!” Hermes giggles and throws his arms up in a gleeful cheer, righting himself vertically, before turning his full attention onto Athena. The goddess of wisdom is, somewhat, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanour, there was almost a threat hidden in his glowing eyes, “I’ve already given her my blessing, after all. Whoever dares harm her from now on will be answering to me,”

“But why?” Athena presses, always one to ask for an explanation; her mind simply can’t comprehend how capricious Hermes’ actions are, “Because she’s a great traveller from another world? Can it only be that?”

“Why can’t it ‘only’ be that?” Hermes tilts his head coyly, playing with her reasoning.

“Because you kissed her—”

Hermes laughs with his full body, clutching at his stomach as his knees tuck up and curl him into a compressed ball of laughter, “You’re always so serious~” Hermes whips the tears from his eyes.

“Answer me!”

“Alright alright! Don’t get your subligar in a twist~” Athena gives him an unamused look, growing all the more irritated when he has to suppress a giggle once more, “I admit, the fair maiden has very kissable-looking lips, I just couldn’t resist stealing a taste~”

Athena splutters, “Wha—?!”

“She’s also very cute and very delicious,” Hermes smirks to himself as he slowly traces his lips with his tongue. His eyes look distant as he remembers the softness and sweetness of you, “My~ I’ve never tasted something so sweet before. But shush!” Athena watches in shock as Hermes puts a finger to his lips in a hushing motion, “Don’t tell Dionysus! He might get jealous when he finds out I’ve found something tastier than his grapes and wine,”

Hermes giggles as Athena rolls her eyes.

“Just don’t harass the poor girl,” Athena looks at you with sympathy.

“I’m afraid I can’t make such promises, darling~” Hermes smirks to himself, “now that I’ve had a taste, I simply can’t get enough!”

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a/n : I'M JUST A HERMES SIMP, OKAY?! DON'T JUDGE ME! I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE 500 WORDS OF THIS!

taglist : @bluepanda08 @doodle-with-rhy @sunshinedaisy21 @jolixtreesunn @ellaprime7 @marcelemry @nishayuro @hijinkxy @kerosene-demon @windrosesrasta

#epic the musical x reader #impromptu imagine #epic the musical x you #hermes x reader #epic hermes #epic the musical hermes #epic the musical fluff #the fair maiden series #the fair maiden series imagine

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kxsagi · 27 days ago

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Hii!! (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

I was wondering if you could do any bllk guy (preferably rin or Isagi) x Reader with inattentive ADHD?

Like for example: they looses focus in a matter of seconds, is super forgetful (important days, doctor’s appointments etc.), misplaces things very often, really likes to babble about their interests whenever they get the chance

Feel free to ignore if writing about disorders is something that makes you uncomfortable 💗

“𝐨𝐡, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞”

a/n: love me not by ravyn lenae is stuck in my head

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧 – “𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞?”

the first time you forget your anniversary, rin says nothing.

he just blinks at you from across the table, dressed in the navy button-up you once called your “fave boyfriend shirt,” watching you tilt your head and squint at the menu like you haven’t ordered the same pasta here for the past five times.

“hey,” you say, chewing your lip, “do you think pigeons feel guilt? like… if one cheated on their bird partner, would they feel bad?”

rin leans forward a little, slow. “you forgot again.”

you blink. “what?”

“our anniversary.”

you drop your menu like it bit you. “no i didn’t! today is… thursday.”

“it’s tuesday.”

“okay, but like… calendar-wise, i’ve had a lot on my mind!”

“you forgot your mind at home, didn’t you?”

you gape at him. “i did not– wait, did i lock the front door? oh my gosh. oh my gosh. rin. what if there’s a raccoon in the apartment right now–”

he sighs and grabs your wrist, pulling your hand into his lap, his thumb gently rubbing across your knuckles to stop the spiral. you bite your tongue and glance up at him sheepishly. “sorry.”

“it’s fine,” he mutters, still holding your hand. “you remembered my birthday. that’s more important.”

“because you reminded me,” you murmur.

he shrugs. “and?”

you blink again. “so you’re not mad?”

he rolls his eyes. “you’re annoying. and forgetful. and loud. and you leave your toothbrush in the fridge.”

“okay that was once–”

“twice.”

you whine. he deadpans. but then, his fingers squeeze yours and his voice softens. “you’re also really kind. you remember everyone’s favorite color. you hum when you’re happy. and when you talk about something you love, you light up like an idiot.”

your breath hitches.

“… that’s cute,” he adds, avoiding your eyes.

your heart flutters in your chest, full to the brim.

“you should say stuff like that more often,” you grin.

“you should remember our anniversary,” he counters flatly.

you fake a gasp. “rin!”

“what?”

“i just remembered where i left your airpods.”

“… where.”

“in the freezer.”

rin has never looked so tired.

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 – “𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?”

you and time have never been on speaking terms.

isagi knows this. he’s dated you for long enough to recognize the signs, like when you start humming a tune mid-task and suddenly it’s been 30 minutes and you’re halfway through reorganizing the spice rack alphabetically because you just felt like it.

this morning is no different.

“love, we have that doctor’s appointment in twenty–”

“do you think bees get lonely?”

he pauses mid-sock. “what.”

you lean against the doorframe, toothbrush in hand, mouth full of foam. “like, what if one bee wants to be a lawyer. do you think his bee family would support that?”

“are you trying to distract me because you forgot where your shoes are again?”

“no,” you say, obviously lying. “also yes.”

isagi gets up, walks past you, opens the fridge, and pulls out your left shoe.

“why was it in there?”

“to keep it fresh?”

he gives you the most long-suffering boyfriend stare imaginable. “this is the fifth time this week.”

“don’t exaggerate. it was three.”

“you put your phone in the laundry basket yesterday.”

“it was hiding from capitalism.”

he can’t help it, he laughs. you flash a grin, victorious, and immediately forget what you were doing.

“… wait. what were we doing again?”

“doctor’s appointment.” he says it slowly, like you’re a sims character with no pathfinding.

“oh my GOSH, right! okay okay give me two minutes!”

it’s never two minutes.

ten minutes later, you stumble out of the bedroom with two different shoes, no bag, and one earring.

“ready!” you announce.

isagi sighs, picks up your bag from under the couch (where you hid it for “safekeeping”), then gently turns your left shoe the right way around. you hadn’t even noticed it was backwards.

you pause, lips twitching. “you still love me, right?”

he kisses your forehead. “unfortunately.”

you gasp. “rude!”

“i meant: unfortunately for me, because now i’m in too deep.”

you tackle him in a hug, nearly knocking over the umbrella stand.

somehow, you still make it to the appointment on time.

(… you do forget your ID, but he’s already got a photocopy in his wallet. just in case.)

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yumeyuyumeyume · 2 months ago

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I'm navy, he's iris (๑^ᴗ^๑) ♡

#tweet #selfshipper #selfship community #f/o community #yume community #yumejoshi #2winkling☆stars✨️

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prosypepper · 9 months ago

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. . . HELLO? hi, yes, this is pepper, 18, she/her. kento nanami’s wife & shiu kong’s partner in crime. kindly, we ask that minors and ageless blogs do not interact. any more questions?

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nicxl333 · 2 years ago

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“Baby you sold me a dream” IS SO GOOODDD WTFFFF YOU GOTTA MAKE A PART 3 FOR BAROU AND RIN 🫶🫶PLSSS

BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM PT.3

you ask and you shall receive (•̀ᴗ•́)و

i do feel like rin and barou deserve some form of justice so here’s a continued ending to part two. i swear to you there’s a good ending this time.

also this took me time to write cause i’m hella busy with school since it’s my last year…exams and the like yadayadayada. anyways enough about me, happy reading!

characters: barou shoei, itoshi rin

content: angst, fluff, swearing

please note: if you haven’t read pt.1 or pt.2 please read both for context

taglist (cause ik i pissed y’all off 💀): @faeroow @samisamaza @dookiemeshibear @91ed0 @v1v1arish

BAROU SHOUEI ☆彡

it was bound to happen. you both had mutual connections to each other, but you were hoping and praying you wouldn’t have to have direct contact with him at this event.

however, you can’t get everything you want in life.

this event was one of major importance: the wedding of chigiri and his long time partner. you were close enough to be made the maid of honour by chigiri’s soon to be wife, and therefore already stressed with the meticulous planning of the wedding. even worse once you learned barou was on the guest list. it was stupid of you to think he wouldn’t be, given that the entirety of former blue lock players were there.

and so, you dreadfully counted down the days to the wedding, growing more and more anxious that you would have to see him.

ever since you ended things with him, you hadn’t been the best simply put. you still had feelings for him. regardless of how he treated you, there’s was something about him that put him apart from the rest.

and that scared you. mostly because you thought you were exiting your relationship for your own good, but you were fighting with yourself just as hard to avoid taking him back.

and you hoped those feelings wouldn’t overload during this wedding.

you sat in the room where chigiri’s fiancé was getting ready. the room was bustling, the makeup artist and hairstylist working simultaneously to get her finished in time, while you and the bridesmaids, already dolled up in your tailor made dresses, were giving her words of encouragement to ease her nerves, ignoring your own for the sake of the couple. once she was done and the dress was on everyone stared in awe, you included at how beautiful she looked. however you couldn’t help but think if that’s what you and barou could’ve been, what you could’ve had. who knows.

you pushed it all away though, for the ceremony was about to begin. all the bridesmaids lined up with their groomsmen, you at the front with chigiri’s best man, kunigami rensuke. when the music started, the venue coordinators opened the ceiling high doors and out your pair walked first, arm in kunigami’s.

“congrats on your win rensuke, i saw your match. looks like you’ve gotten sloppy though, your kicks have lost power.” you teased.

you and kunigami were friends, meeting each other through chigiri, immediately getting along.

“oh please, i’d like to see you do better in my exact position.”

“i wouldn’t need to, a five year old could’ve done better.”

“stay bitter y/n.”

you lightly chuckled to yourself as you reached halfway down the aisle. you could see your best friend at the alter, smiling proudly at you. you smiled back, looking around to see how beautiful the hall was. everyone involved with the planning had really outdone themselves.

your eyes had happened to wander too far however, immediately locking with a familiar pair of red eyes conveniently standing in front of a seat closest to the aisle. in that moment your heart had skipped a beat, seeing the man you still once loved looking at you as hard as you were looking at him. his hair was down for once, donned in a black sheen suit, with a navy blue tie. he looked so handsome, and you had fallen right into his trap. you couldn’t pinpoint it, but he was also looking at kunigami with a face of…discontent?

you forced yourself to tear your eyes away, focusing on what you were supposed to be doing, which was completing your walk.

as you neared closer to him, your anxiety grew with each step, until you were parallel to him. you passed him completely with two more steps, proud at yourself for not acknowledging him. that work was undone though once a wave of your favourite cologne on him hit your nostrils, melting at the familiarity.

you immediately collected yourself, completing the walk up to the altar and disconnecting from rensuke with a small pinch to his arm, to which he lightly swatted at you with a smile. your hand reached out to briefly hold chigiri’s with an encouraging smile before making your way to stand to the left of the altar, facing the crowd.

as the other bridesmaids were walking down the aisle you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances towards barou every now and then, only to find he was already looking at you each and every time.

after an exchange of vows, a few tears shed here and there, and rings given, the spotlight couple were announced husband and wife and exchanged a long kiss. the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and the reception was about to commence.

once the food was eaten and speeches had been given, most of the attendees had either made their way to the dance floor or broke into conversation with others.

you did neither the former or the latter however, instead opting to sit at your table alone, watching others have their moment.

“hey.”

you froze, head whipping to your right just in time to see barou himself sinking into the seat beside you.

“hey…shouei.”

“good turnout huh, heard you had a hand in the planning. you did well.”

“what is it? cause we both know you didn’t come to talk about the decor shouei.”

he paused for a moment, not expecting you to be so sharp about it.

“i wanted to see how you were doing. i miss you y/n, badly. and i know you established your boundaries the last time we saw each other, but when i saw you enter it just reminded me of us, especially when i saw him next to you. dunno, call it jealousy or some shit.” you looked down, studying your maid of honour dress, while contemplating what to do.

this weren’t heading in a good direction, you could tell. specifically because you missed him too. and your composure was slowly unraveling. and you cursed yourself for having a few flute-fulls of champagne, because you knew your tongue had loosened up enough to speak your truth.

“i…miss you too. but i don’t know, shouei, why does it have to take losing me just for you to realised what you had? why let it get to this point? we could’ve been in so much of a better place right now.”

“i know y/n, shit, i know. but i wanna make it up to you. wanna show you how much i appreciate you for what you do. i know i should’ve done better by you, but that’s why i’m here now. to make up for my actions. i wanna start over with you.”

he looked at you still avoiding looking at him, taking his index finger and thumb to lift up your chin towards him, slowly rubbing your lip. he knew you liked it. it made you realise maybe he did pay attention to you here and there.

“we’ll go slow y/n, i’m gonna take my time to do this properly with you.”

you gave him a nod, and with that, he neared closer to you for a kiss, you meeting him halfway until you connected, sharing a sweet moment. your hands threaded through his hair, feeling his soft locks in your grasp. after a while you parted, his eyes full of adoration, something you didn’t know he could show.

“c’mon, let’s get out of here.”

ITOSHI RIN ☆彡

life went on. for six more months rin carried on climbing his way to the top, attempting day by day to erase you out of his mind. he went on dates, brought numerous girls home. it just posed one slight problem though;

none of them were you.

he ultimately gave up on love, believing that you were as good as it gets. he screwed up, and now someone that wasn’t him was able to enjoy the undeniable luxury that was you.

he really fucked up.

it was his own fault, any idiot could see that.

and paired with his stresses concerning you, the pressure of being a football player was getting to him. he needed an escape. and so, in the late hours of a simple thursday night he ventured to a discreet bar downtown japan, considering he was out of season currently. mind you, rin never drank, but if exiting sobriety would ease the devastation coursing through his body, then so be it. he’d deal with the consequences later.

what he didn’t anticipate however, upon entering the bar, that he would chance upon the very centre of his agony once again. seemed like life just continually kept kicking him in the balls.

what he should’ve done, was exit immediately, come to term with the fact that you had a new life, new lover, and therefore not open that door of angst once more. but…that selfish element inside him wanted to indulge in you, give him that temporary relief to bask in your presence, know where you are in that moment, what you’re doing.

and so, he walked into the bar, taking a seat on a barstool, opposite ends of the room from you where he could see you in between the few people in the bar.

he ordered a drink, letting his black card give a payment from the hundreds of thousands that resided in his account.

he took discreet glances of you here and there as he slowly sipped on his drink, the burning in his throat soon to be gnawing away at pieces of his rationality.

however, the more he looked at you over time swirling a finger around in your drink, the more he noticed something was off. he blinked harder, looked more attentively- were you crying?

he immediately entered a state of protective mode, feeling a panging state of yearning to brush away your tears.

the drink didn’t help either, for he felt himself rising off his seat, something he wouldn’t never done had he been sober, and took quick paces towards your table.

the tears were more evident now he was closer. bags weighed underneath your eyes, but he still found you to be as beautiful as ever. even in your state of disarray.

you caught him in your peripheral, slowly coming into full view the nearer he got to you. at this point you couldn’t give a shit, simply over it and everything life had to offer at this moment.

you barely acknowledged him as he slid into the seat opposite you, a heavy silence setting into place. you both had more than enough things to say, but no words escaped.

eventually however someone had to face the music.

“you’re finally ready to talk huh? only took you 10 months itoshi-san.”

itoshi-san. he hated it. hated how it symbolised the distance between you two. how in less than a year, two individuals who were so close with each other, so damn comfortable could end up this way.

“i- yes. yeah i am.”

you waved a waiter over, ordering drinks for the both of you, rin looking at you in confusion once the waiter walked away.

“we both know damn well this conversation ain’t gonna go easy. and i’m already suffering from a breakup. might as well loosen up before you lay it all out on the table.”

within record time your drinks arrived, downed immediately by both parties.

“so, what is it rin?”

he stayed silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. he knew what he wanted, but to voice it to you was a different story.

“i…i fucked up. badly y/n. i took my anger out on you where it wasn’t needed-”

“badly is an understatement rin. you degraded me, hurt and damaged me- made me feel some type of way because you— you felt threatened because someone acknowledged your state of distress? has it ever occurred to you that i was trying to help you? because i love— loved you rin.”

he flinched at your slip up, the word ‘love’ shattering him into pieces. you weren’t done though.

“have you ever seen it from my perspective for once? i never felt like you loved me, god knows you didn’t tell me enough. i went above and beyond for you, given the fact we didn’t see each other enough, what the hell did i know?” your voice cracked mid sentence, emotions you’ve kept in for the past year coming to surface. tears came up once again and cascaded down your cheeks right in front of him.

although the boundaries were there, he couldn’t just let you suffer alone, especially because he was the source of your bottled up pain.

he rose once more, dashing to your side and engulfing you in the biggest hug. your sobs grew in intensity, the unexpected comfort from rin sending you into overdrive. he shushed you, slowly rubbing the back of your neck with his thumb as he held you close, scared you’d escape his grasp once more.

after awhile your sobs subsided, taking deep breaths into his chest. you basked in the familiar warmth coming from him.

“i still love you rin, i really do…but i can’t live like this. if you can’t change your ways, there’ll never be a way out for us.”

“y/n, i swear to you, this last year has been pure hell for me. being without you by my side, living without you has made me realise just how much i should’ve valued you more. i need you, i can’t live without you, not in peace i can’t. and i am so fucking sorry for everything i put you through. if you’d have me, i’ll do everything in my power for the rest of my life to make sure this doesn’t happen again. there is no one who compares to you, i can be absolutely certain of that.”

it was silent once more, you could feel his heart pulsating in anxiety from what your answer would be. you both knew that you still loved each other, but your fear held you back. fear that things would end up the same way it ended. alas, you missed him so much. even while you were with your partner, he wasn’t rin. the fact that he cheated on you spoke volumes to you loud enough. your selfish nature yearned for rin. so maybe…just maybe, things would be different this time around? time to find out.

“alright…we’ll try this once more. but rin,” you pulled away from him so he could see your expression. “i’m being serious. if you fuck this up, i can guarantee you, you’ll never have me again. and i promise you that.”

“i won’t screw this up y/n. not again, i won’t lose you again.”

he lowered himself to you, gently clutching your chin and sealed his words with a passion filled kiss.

“i love you y/n.”

“i love you too rin.”

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kquil · 2 years ago

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🍪 : cookie with Siri and giving their baby a bath. Like sitting in the tub together and bathing the baby 😭💕

A/N : this is a mini series and Remus's version is on the way i promise! (thank you for requesting a whole mini series of this adorable scenario, my lovely (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)) this one is a little angsty but still fluffy ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶

Sirius isn’t used to a loving family, nor is he used to engaging in fun family activities together; it wasn’t a concept that he was used to. So when you suggested taking a bath together with your baby, he was stunned but definitely up for for giving it a try.

“I-Isn’t this a little bizarre, doll?” Sirius asks, embarrassed as he watches you undress before him despite his preceding playboy reputation at Hogwarts.

“Not at all, Siri,” you giggle and bring your daughter into your arms as you step into the bath, sinking down to sit in between his outstretched legs as his arms sit atop the bath’s surrounding edges, “and besides, it’ll help Aurelie with her bath phobia,”

“She has a phobia?” Sirius’s brows immediately furrow as his worried gaze affixes onto his pouting, teary-eyed daughter, who's being more fussy than usual. How has he not noticed before?

“Yeah,” you muse sadly, cooing at your daughter and kissing her temple comfortingly, “she’s always fussy when it comes to baths so I thought that maybe if we sit with her, she’ll learn to like it,”

Sirius sighs in disappointment, “I’m a bad father…” his face turns sour as he thinks about his own upbringing and how his parents’ mistreatment of him is now affecting him as a father and, therefore, his beloved daughter too.

“I know what you’re thinking and you need to stop it right now Sirius,” your voice is firm and strict as you turn his chin to look him in the eye. There’s anger, sadness, guilt and disappointment in his grey eyes, a whirlpool of tormented emotions still haunting him, “you’re working so hard providing for us so it’s okay for you to miss out on Aurelie’s bath times so you can rest,”

“But-”

“None of that-”

“Wahhhhh!” your daughter’s shrill cry breaks your moment and you both turn to tend to her discomfort.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Sirius coos, his soothing voice and the familiar touch of his hand against her tiny back immediately having an effect on her.

Observant as ever, you spot the problem instantly and lean your head against your husband’s shoulder so you could whisper to him, “she probably saw your distress and got worried for you too. Maybe she thinks you both share a fear of baths,” you giggle and shuffle yourself and your daughter closer to your husband, “lets show her that there’s nothing to fear,”

Smiling warmly, the earlier negative thoughts long forgotten, Sirius coos at his daughter, “don’t be frightened baby,” he creates small waves in the water with his hand. He then presses his fingers together and lifts a small cup of water up to cascade over his daughter’s small shoulders and back, “see? It’s safe, you’re safe,”

“Daddy will keep us safe and happy, darling,” you coo and kiss her cheek as Sirius kisses her other cheek, “we can relax when Daddy’s around,” it takes a little more convincing but Aurelie finally seems to be comfortable enough with the water to splash it with her tiny hands and squeal in delight.

“Good girl, see? All safe~” Sirius coos, expression warm and so full of love as he looks adoringly at the manifestation of his and your love ⏤ his perfect little princess.

“Good job, Daddy,” you coo and kiss his jawline, feeling his cheeks round into a smile before he turns and kisses your temple.

"Je t'aime tellement,"

TRANSLATION ⏤Je t'aime tellement : I love you so much

1K MILESTONE EVENT | NAVI.

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🍪 : cookie 1k #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black imagine

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jujutsubaby · 1 year ago

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after hours (part 3)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the parent teacher night conference is here and you finally realize how popular toji is with all the women in megumi's school. good thing you're the only one who goes home with toji at the end of the day. ☆ tags: modernAU, babysitterAU ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI! dirty talk, foreplay, slight power dynamic, and more dirty talk. ☆ a/n: 3/3 on mentioning jacob elordi in this series should i kms 🤭 anyway this was only partial smut but i promise you toji is going to dick y/n down in the next chapter so hard (ᵔ.ᵔ) so get read for it 😈 also i'm rly liking where the story is going esp for toji x gojo x y/n ahhhh ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

“c’mon guys, i really need to figure out which outfit to wear!” you plead to shoko and utahime, while holding up a black jumpsuit on one hand and a black cocktail dress on the other. shoko and utahime are currently too busy building and decorating their joint animal crossing island to really pay attention to any of your bullshit (and you know it) but you cannot help but feel a bit anxious for tonight. you wanted to look good for dinner and toji, but also professional and respectable for the parent teacher conference.

utahime turns to you and frowns. “i just don’t think either of those are good, if i’m being honest…” she trails off. “i mean, who wears a cocktail dress to a parent teacher conference?”

shoko also turns around and sees the black cocktail dress and eyes it carefully, before finally recognizing it. “i’ve literally seen you wear that to a frat party and now you’re considering wearing that megumi’s school?” she questioned, looking skeptically at the dress.

“okay, so jumpsuit it is.” you say, heading back to your room. you pair the black jumpsuit with some layered dainty gold necklaces and rings and a pair of slightly dirty yet reliable white sneakers with your favorite pair of frilly socks with bow ties on them. you decide to leave your hair down with all its natural curls and grab your bag. you quickly send a text to toji before heading out:

y/n: heading out soon, cya in 8 🤍

you say goodbye to shoko and utahime, still engrossed in trying to make their cottagecore witch themed island of their dreams, and drive over to toji’s house. you’re not entirely sure when you started to feel anxious, but by the time you pull up to toji’s driveway, it takes everything in you to not hurl out your insides the minute you open your car door.

c’mon y/n, you’ve babysat here hundreds of times. why’s this any time different? well for starters, toji ate you out last time. your very poor pep talk barely made you get out of the car and ring toji’s doorbell. you bite your lip and tuck your hair behind you ears, wondering if toji will say something regretful about the time you spent together last night.

sure you aren’t that emotionally attached to him by any means, but you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t feel hurt if he says something along the lines of “this was a mistake”. your thoughts are interrupted by the door finally opening, and coming face to face with toji. your eyes millk in the sight of him, and your breath is quite literally taken away. you think you’ve never seen him clean up this nice, as he’s wearing a crisp navy blue shirt and a pair dark slim pants. fuck me.

“h-hey toji,” you say, greeting him with a slight smile.

"hey, pumpkin," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you in. he closes the door, and you walk inside. before you know it, toji grabs your arms and swings you around to face him, your body flush against his chest. you squeak at the quick movement and before you can understand what is happening, toji's lips crash into yours. you're taken by surprise, but you immediately melt into his kiss, all your anxiety evaporating.

you stand on your tippy toes and wrap your arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss. you wish there was a way to press your lips even closer to toji's, mimicking the movement of his lips while you tried to ignore how soaked your panties were even though the night just started.

toji leans down and grips your ass tightly and picks you up. almost on instinct, you wrap your legs around his hips, slightly rocking them into his torso while he lightly presses you up against the wall. god, he could just take you right here, right now.

he feels your hips rocking onto him, breaks off the kiss, leaving you whining for more. "already looking for some action?" he teases.

you don't even have a good response for him because he's right: you are looking for some action. down there if you're being specific. and you don't care that he started it first. you nod a pathetic "mhmm" and throw your head back as he leans in to lick your neck and mark his territory. you don't even care that everyone would be able to see the hickey toji is leaving if it meant he didn't stop what he was doing.

"alright, keep holding onto me, pumpkin. i wanna touch you..." toji trails off, as he lets one hand off your ass. your legs remain wrapped tightly around his waist, and your breaths get shorter and louder as his fingers trail up from your hips to your chest. wait, has toji never touched your tits before?

your brain doesn't get a chance to ponder on the thought when toji gives your tits a harsh squeeze and you illicit an almost inappropriately long sigh, trying your hardest to contain your volume. toji groans, loving the response that just his hands over your clothed chest has on you. he gives your hardened buds the attention they craved, pinching and playing with them, as you started to beg toji for more.

"please, please, you know this isn't enough for me~" you complain, squeezing your legs even tighter against his waist. at this point, you were pathetically humping his waist, desperately trying to get some friction in the area you needed it the most.

toji responds by pushing you harder against the wall, your head rolling back as the sensitive buds on your chest sent electricity all throughout your body. if you weren't horny before, you sure are now.

you're about to ask (read: beg) toji to unzip your jumpsuit, when you and toji both hear little pitter patter footsteps coming down the stairs. megumi.

toji immediately shifts you back on to the floor, and you smooth out your jumpsuit and hair while toji adjusts the tent in his pants. you're still trying to regulate your breathing when megumi comes down the stairs. his eyes wild with excitement when he sees you and dashes towards you for a hug.

"megumiii" you greet him cheerfully, your arms open for a hug. you've always had a soft spot for this kid, and you pick him up when he approaches. god, he's getting bigger and bigger each day, you think as you realize he's heavier than he was when you first started babysitting him. "how was your dayyyy" you say in a sing song voice.

"it was fine...yuji brought his fruit scented markers to class today and i used the grossest flavored marker to draw on yuta's face during nap time." he says so unbothered that your jaw drops.

"umm...wow...okay...so that's a lot. i thought we talked about drawing on yuta's face during nap time." you frown. you remember when you were babysitting megumi a few weeks ago when the landline got a call from school about megumi getting in trouble and yuta crying because his face smelled bad. poor kid.

"i know but this time this new girl, nobara, dared me to do it, i had to!" he defends, as you put him down. you watch as toji chuckles at how fond the two of you are. he sighs with content and kneels down to help megumi put on his shoes.

"we'll talk about this later but peer pressure is never any good." you lecture as you hold the door open for megumi and toji. you lock eyes with toji, and he mouths a thank you before taking over and locking the door.

toji helps megumi get into his range rover while you hop into the passenger seat. you quickly check your phone and see two texts:

shoko: how's stepmomming going? me n utahime are scamming children on discord for mushroom diy recipes :)

satoru: ugh that girl who i was supposed to hook up w tn just bailed on me should i kms?

you quickly send a response to shoko that you were on the way to the restaurant and to be nice to the children, and open satoru's message and give it a thumbs up reaction. you're determined to have no distractions tonight.

toji takes you and megumi to a nice, but not too fancy, sushi place downtown, nearby megumi's school. over dinner, you hear megumi talk more about his friendship with yuji, which warms your heart. throughout dinner, you and toji sneak glances and smiles with one another, and you feel like a high schooler again.

you notice between conversations with megumi that toji has been nonstop staring at the tv screen behind you, and you quickly take a turn to see it’s the collegiate basketball game taking place.

“i didn’t know you were into basketball, toji.” you muse, never pegging him as someone who would enjoy watching sports in general. you get no response from toji — it’s almost like he didn’t hear you while his eyes were glued to the screen.

“toji. toji! TOJI!” you snap, in front of his face, finally getting his attention. “what’s going on, dude, talk to me.” you ask, confused as to why his expression turned scornful when your home team missed a three pointer.

“oh, sorry. i got really into the game, my bad pumpkin.” he says, eyes still glued to the screen. “just gimme a quick minute, i’ve got some money i’ve bet on our team tonight…” he trails off, quickly shooting you a forced grin before zoning out at the tv again.

you’re a bit irked that he’s paying more attention to the game than you and megumi but you let it slide. why would he bet on a stupid basketball game anyway, you think.

you and megumi make small talk while you help him eat his dragon roll before the game finishes and and toji rejoins the table mentally. you hear him groan in frustration before shooting off a quick text. poor guy probably lost his bet. “anyway, what did i miss? sorry about that, guys.”

“nothing!” megumi chirps, before slightly frowning. “also…i can’t finish my dragon roll anymore, daddy. can you help?”

“of course, kiddo.” toji grins, before taking a napkin and wiping soy sauce off of megumi’s face.

“oh my god, you’re soooo babygirl,” you unexpectedly say. you have no idea where that came from, but you mean it. seeing any soft side of a big man like toji just has your heart melt into a puddle.

toji raises an eyebrow, while chewing his son’s unfinished dragon roll pieces. "the fuck does that mean?” he says through bites. he’s not totally offended by it -- more so intrigued than anything else.

“i dunno, it’s like when big built guys like you are soft on the inside, you know. it’s just…cute. it’s babygirl.” you laugh, while explaining. you cannot believe you’re having this conversation with toji, but you can’t believe it even more when he laughs.

“then i guess i’m your babygirl, pumpkin.” he winks at you, inadvertently making your heart skip a beat.

all three of you share pleasantries for the rest of the dinner, the topics ranging from toji losing his bet in the basketball game to megumi trying to convince his dad to get pet dogs. when the waiter comes out with the check, toji reaches in his pockets to retrieve his wallet, only to find it empty.

"oh shit, my bad. i think i left my wallet at home." toji apologizes to the waiter and you. "gah, that's what being a single parents does to you, i guess..." he trails off, making you feel bad for him.

"it's okay, i'll grab it!" you say, covering for dinner. you recall toji promising you dinner yesterday, and you also recall your friends making fun of his broke ass and find yourself holding back a laugh at the situation you're in. god, maybe he is a gigolo, you think as you sign off on the bill and head out to the parent teacher night.

megumi’s school is close enough to walk to, so all three of you are able to take a nice stroll in the heart of the city. as you approach megumi’s fancy private school (where does toji get the money to even pay tuition for this place?), you start shivering as the cool autumn breeze starts to get stronger. you wish you had brought something heavier than this cardigan but toji immediately notices, and wordlessly starts taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders.

“oh! toji, you didn’t -“ you start, feeling immediately less cold, partially due to toji’s sweater and partially due to your face heating up at toji’s actions.

“don’t worry about it, pumpkin,” toji says, pulling you closer and leaning close to ear. “you can pay me back once we get home,” he whispers in a low voice, and you swallow, trying to maintain your composure as you walk into the school.

megumi immediately finds nobara and yuji messing around in the hallways and runs to join them. you feel the warmth of toji’s arms around you disappear and you frown.

“gimme a second, i gotta talk to one of the dads here real quick…” toji mumbles, seeming displeased about having to speak with this person.

“everything okay?” you ask.

“uh…yeah. remember how i lost the basketball bet. well…he’s who i lost to.” toji sighs, giving the man a nod as he sulks towards him. you keep your eyes on toji as he seemed crankier than usual talk to the man about the basketball game. wait, where did he get the money to pay up? didn’t he say he forgot his wallet?

your thoughts are interrupted by irritating snickers and high pitched jeers coming a couple yards away from you. you turn to see a group of five or so older women (perhaps they were around toji’s age?) avoiding eye contact with you (but miserably failing). you’re not sure but you think you hear one of them say something along the lines of “that’s the gold digger megumi’s dad is dating now” and “i saw them kissing last night and she was barely wearing a skirt”.

you really try hard to not laugh, but you accidentally let out a snort loud enough for them to hear. gold digger? if only they knew you had to cover for toji today during dinner, and that he hadn’t paid you in a week. ugh, fuck you really should get on that.

trying to avoid eavesdropping on what these insecure women were saying about you, you pull out your phone and check your texts, and see one from satoru:

saturo: do u think u would get off to step mom porn more or less now that you fucked toji?

oh my god, how many times do you have to tell this guy you didn’t fuck toji…yet. you start typing a lengthy response about the inappropriate text, when you’re interrupted by one of the women tapping your shoulder.

“hi!” she chirps with conspicuous artificial delight. “i know it’s all the rage in your age to go thrifting, but you look really unprofessional coming to school here wearing that oversized piece of garbage.” her smile is dripping with poison.

“i’ll be sure to let toji know you think about his coat. thanks.” you respond stoically before making eye contact with toji and marching towards him.

“those ladies bothering you, pumpkin?” toji muses, ruffling your hair slightly.

“nothing i can’t handle,” you wink.

“toji, you may step inside the classroom!” megumi’s teacher calls from the homeroom door. toji motions for you to come with him and you do, not sure why you’re feeling a bit anxious about meeting megumi’s teacher. is she going to say something about how much you let megumi watch euphoria? what if you’re teaching him multiplication incorrectly, even though you’re an excellent student? your thoughts are immediately put at bay when, three minutes into the meeting with megumi’s teacher, you realize she has not looked at your or addressed you even once.

in fact, she’s only looking at toji. not just looking at him, she’s full on flirting with him.

“oh, toji stop it!” she laughs when toji says he doesn’t do much when helping megumi with his homework. “you’re sooo funny!” you can’t even focus on anything she’s saying about megumi’s performance in his classes. all you're focused on is how she always needs to be touching toji somewhere when talking to him — his arms, his shoulders, and (this one you had to commend her for pulling off) lightly grazing his thigh when he sat down.

“how does he interact with the other kids?” you ask, thinking of poor yuta.

megumi’s teacher completely ignores you and pretends you didn’t ask anything, and proceeds to “accidentally” “drop” all of her notes on the floor. she bends over to reach them while abruptly stopping a couple feet from toji, and makes a show of apologizing while her pencil skirt hugs her ass. “oh my god, i can be so clumsy sometimes,” she apologizes.

you do everything in your power to not burst out laughing at how absurd this night is, starting from the the group of women outside the hall to megumi’s own teacher. you make a mental note to tease toji about how popular he is with the moms and teachers at school. meanwhile, toji is off staring at the classroom decorations, smiling specifically at megumi’s artwork that’s being displayed on the wall. he’s so engrossed in it and other similar classroom art that he doesn’t even hear how the teacher moans pornographically when she sits down and takes off her pencil heels, saying “these shoes are just killing my feet, toji…”

“oh uh, okay. that sucks. anything pressing about my son or can we go now?” toji says, finally paying attention to megumi’s teacher. he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling your closer into him, and you take in his warmth.

“o-oh yeah. no it’s fine, i hope to see you again tomorrow when you pick him up,” she says with anticipation.

“um, yeah. okay, um. bye!” toji remarks, clearly not catching onto any innuendos or deeper meanings behind anything she’s saying.

you and toji walk out of the classroom and you immediately stifle a laugh. “woooow, everyone is just sooo obsessed with you here~” you joke. “megumi’s teacher was totally hitting on you!”

“oh yeah, i know. she’s been hitting on me since the beginning of the school year,” he says, taking you by surprise. “why, pumpkin? you jealous?” he says as he squeezes you hips.

“oh really? you just…didn’t seem to care…” you say, intrigued. you look up at him, searching for some answers but he just shrugs.

“not my type, really.”

you raise your eyebrows, not even realizing when you start giggling. you probably shouldn’t say what you’re going to say next but you can’t help it. “well, who is your type?” you ask coyly.

“let me just show you,” toji says and grabs your jaw with his large hand and kisses you square in the mouth, in front of everyone in the hallway. albeit, the only people who actually cared were the group of women who were jeering at you earlier in the night and you think you hear them gasp. you smile into the kiss, resulting in toji chuckling. “let’s go, yeah?”

you nod, and get megumi from his friends and all three of you shuffle back to toji’s range rover. the minute you get in, you crank the seat warmer setting to high, trying not to shiver so loudly.

megumi immediately starts talking. “i had so much fun with nobara and yuji!” he says excitedly.

“yeah? what did you kiddos talk about?” toji asks, backing out of the parking lot. god he looks so hot while driving. he has one hand on the wheel and the other hand resting softly on your thigh. you lace your fingers with his and squeeze. he squeezes back and you feel butterflies.

“we talked about euphoria!” he yells with excitement. you stop squeezing toji's hand and your jaw drops. you’re at a loss for words. what the hell are these kids doing watching euphoria? “nobara told us to watch it, and that guy on euphoria is soooo tall did you know? super tall just like your friend that came over a couple weeks ago, remember y/n? the one who was super tall and was wearing glasses and had white ha-“

“ohhh-kayyy megumi, thank you so much for that recap”, you say nervously, absolutely dreading asking megumi ever about his recap of the night. you sneak a glance at toji and see him smirking. suddenly, you were not shivering anymore and the car was actually really hot. “y-you shouldn’t be watching that show, you know.” you say, trying to change the topic.

“who was this guy that came over? i wanna hear more about that,” toji teases, sneaking a quick glance at you before his eyes return to the road.

“he’s no one, i swear. he just dropped off some pain meds for me from when i got my wisdom teeth removed,” you say. it’s the truth, too. you literally asked satoru to be discrete when dropping off the medicine he picked up for you for this exact reason but he kept on trying to see the house because “no one broke could afford this place”. you don’t want to be known as that babysitter that brings a guy over when the parents are out, especially if that parent is toji. and especially if nothing happened.

toji smirks at how defensive you're getting, trying to go above and beyond to show that you were only his. to be quite honest, it was turning him on and he slams on the gas a bit harder to get home faster. toji pulls up to the driveway of his home and opens the garage, and megumi immediately opens the car door and sprints to the bathroom, while the both you chuckle at how cute he is.

“so this guy...he your boyfriend or somethin', pumpkin?”, toji jokes.

“what if i said yes to that, huh? would you ask me to go home?” you press, cracking a slight smile.

toji doesn’t think it’s funny. he thinks it’s fucking hilarious. his hands touch your thigh and start roaming upwards. “absolutely not pumpkin. i’d wanna know if you guys fucked in my house.” your breath hitches and you swallow.

“w-we didn’t, i swear,” you start, trying to control your breathing and not fold when toji digs his fingers into your inner thigh.

“hm, a shame. would’ve loved to seen your back getting blown out from the security cams…” he trails off, squeezing your inner thigh and forcing your leg to open a bit more. even though you’re still fully clothed, you feel exposed by the action, and unintentionally shift your hips slightly which earns a smirk from toji. he leans even closer to you and whispers in your ear, “it would’ve been my new favorite porno. i'd jerk off to it every chance i got.”

this time, you audibly moan. you don’t even care that his dirty talk involves you getting your back blown by satoru. you don't care that you would enthusiastically get your back blown out by satoru if it meant toji would be watching. the thought of him seeing you in such a vulnerable exposing position just turns you on even more, and you suddenly need him. “just take me right now, please. i’ll do anything,” you plead, leaning towards toji for a kiss.

“oh, i know you will do anything pumpkin.” toji coos, leaning back and stopping your kiss inches before you reach his lips by snaking his hand around your neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure. your breath hitches and you muster a weak "please".

“let’s get inside first, pumpkin.”

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