#when i told her he was pouting bc he wanted to see a movie

[ihaveanaversiontodecisions]

quick John doodle before bed. he's so silly

[kyojurismo]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. +18 nsfw, 1.9k words, age difference (reader is in her 20s, satoru is in his 30s), top!satoru, dub-con, fingering, nipple play, degradation, not proofread + pls notify me if there’s something else to tag, i’ll fix it asap.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. hello dear readers. i know it took me a whole month to start posting something for my kinktober event, but life (and my depression) got in the way, so i wasn’t able to fully dedicate myself to writing (i take this opportunity to also remind y’all that 1. i do it as a hobby and 2. eng is not my first language). starting w day 6 bc i suddenly got the desire to write for satoru lol. well, that’s all from me now, i hope you guys will enjoy and please be sure to read the tags carefully !! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

satoru gojo was a close friend to your father, they worked together and sometimes he would invite satoru for dinner. he was charming and funny, so of course it never disturbed you. he also looked incredibly handsome, with those beautiful light blue eyes and white hair.

he looked so sad when you mentioned you were gonna move out for college, saying that he liked your young presence and your sense of humour, especially how you two often ended up talking about scary movies — a passion you two had in common.

you recently got back home, your father’s birthday was getting closer and you wanted to organise something to celebrate it, as long as help him decorate the house for halloween.

you weren’t exactly a fan of halloween costumes, more like you enjoyed the atmosphere and watching others dressing up as something.

you finished preparing yourself a snack when your phone started ringing, your father’s name appeared on screen.

“hey dad!”

“i’m gonna get home late tonight, i’m sorry baby. gotta catch up to some work, but we can watch the movie once i’m back if you’re not sleeping already. how does it sound?”

you took a couple of seconds to reply, because well — you’ve been looking forward to it for days, but you also knew that his job was important and that he couldn’t really left early because ‘he has some movie to watch’.

“yeah, sounds good. i’ll try my best to stay awake.”

“great! i asked satoru to pass by and check on you. i think he’ll bring something to eat too.”

“dad… i’m not fourteen, i don’t need a babysitter.”

“i know, i know. he just offered since it’s his day off.”

“whatever. see ya later.”

you hung up the phone and rolled your eyes. it was obvious your dad asked him to come over and check on you, but you didn’t mind it that much. he would leave quickly and you would end up having the rest of the evening all for yourself.

at least, that what you thought.

“i’m so surprised to see you,” you opened the door, sarcasm clear in your voice. you didn’t expect to see satoru dressed up as none other than the slender man. you chuckled, checking the mask a bit closer. “wow. you really got into it, huh?” satoru didn’t answer at first, playing the part before you rolled your eyes and walked back into the kitchen, leaving him there.

you heard the door closing a couple of seconds later, while grabbing your sandwich. satoru took off the mask and sighed deeply, glancing around the place. “what if it wasn’t me?” he sounded serious, concerned about your careless behaviour. “my father told me you were coming over to check on me, mr. babysitter.”

he rolled his eyes and put the bag with your food on the kitchen island, before looking at you. “what are you up to tonight?” he casually asked, watching you eating your sandwich in silence. you shrugged before meeting his eyes. “i’m gonna read or watch something, waiting for my dad to come home. what about you?” you smiled innocently, as if you didn’t have in plan to do a marathon of your favourite horror movies.

“dunno. my friend ditched me, so i’m all alone in this frightening night,” he pouted before smirking at your change of expression. “i’m talking about suguru, not your father.”

you rolled your eyes and pretended to be offended. you finished eating your sandwich and put the plate away. “well? are you leaving?” you asked him, making him gasp dramatically. “kids today are so poorly mannered! is this the right way to treat an old man?”

“you’re not that old, that’s also why i don’t get it how you became my father’s best friend in the first place,” satoru was around thirty years old, like ten years younger than your father. “i’m everyone’s favorite person,” he winked and you shook your head, chuckling. “you’re not, really.”

satoru looked offended and followed you into the living room, waiting for an apology. he got none. “whatever. can i stay over? maybe we can watch something together,” he asked you, genuinely interested in doing so. you thought about his offer, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt to have some company. “hm, okay. but i’m choosing,” you glanced at him while sitting down on the couch. “yeah, sure. just pick something scary.”

halfway through the movie, satoru started shifting towards you, making it look casual. you bit your inner cheek as your leg touched his, stiffening a little.

“scared?” he murmured during a moment of silence, you shook your head. “hm,” he licked his lips before looking at you, noticing how you were growing nervous.

in reality, he had been looking at you differently since earlier. you felt strange about it, but you tried to ignore it for your own good. maybe he just wanted to mess with you a little like he would usually do.

one of his hand reached your leg and started caressing your clothed thigh, you shivered and quickly glanced down at it as your heart skipped a beat. your attention was caught by the size of his hand, before you slowly looked at his face. satoru’s eyes were glued to the tv, causing you to turn towards it a bit too quickly.

were you misreading the whole situation or … ?

“satoru,” you gathered some courage to call him. “what is it?” his voice sounded deeper and you gulped louder than expected, causing a smirk to appear on his face. “what—” you gasped as his hand tightened its grip on your thigh before moving closer to your center. “hmm?” satoru finally turned to look at you, your heart pounding rapidly into your chest as he casually cupped your sex. you unconsciously clenched your thighs, trapping it between your legs.

“i’m sorry, this movie is becoming more and more boring,” he spoke casually, looking unbothered by the whole situation. he acted like he wasn’t touching your body at all.

your cheeks grew warmer, you tried to find the right words and ignore how it all was affecting your poor body. it was wrong, he was your father’s best friend and he was older than you. it was very wrong… right?

the way his hand was grinding on you caught your attention and you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “we-we can’t do this… it’s wrong,” you murmured, pushing it away. “is it though? your body is telling me something else,” he chuckled and finally met your face. his gaze felt much more intimidating now, as he hungrily stared down at you.

you felt slick gathering in your underwear and you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, causing a low laugh to escape satoru’s lips. “now now, why lying?” he suddenly pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. you could feel his erection right against your lower back, which caused your whole face to grow warmer.

“satoru, wait–” you tried to say something else before his hands pushed your legs apart, then his hands reached your chest and he grabbed your breasts, groping you experimentally. you bit back a moan, squirming under his touch. “sensitive, hm?” he went to pinch your nipples, playing with your boobs as he liked.

a sparkle of excitement filled your guts, even though a part of you knew it wasn’t right, some other was trying to convince you to give in and let him touch you. he was an experienced man for sure, different from other college students. a part of you was also craving some well deserved release. you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. you jumped as his hands slapped your thighs, making you shiver and moan softly.

“i wanna hear every sound coming from your little mouth, you got that little slut?” satoru spoke right into your ear as one of his hands slipped under your shirt while the other sneaked into your leggings, starting to caress your clothed clit. his hands were cold compared to your actual body temperature, and that caused another shiver to run down your body.

“this is wrong,” you whispered, more for yourself. he smirked and rubbed your clit faster, his hand finding a way to slip under your bra and finally touch your hardened nipple. your will to fight the moans caused by the pleasure provided by his skilled hands left your body and you finally gave in.

you moaned as satoru pushed two fingers into your wet channel, taking advantage of how much wet you were already. his long fingers were able to reach spots you couldn’t, which made your stomach turn as whimpers escaped your parted lips. “you’re this wet for your father’s friend, hm? and those sounds, that some real slutty behaviour,” satoru’s tone was completely different from before, he kept speaking — degrading, you while his fingers worked inside your cunt, thrusting deeply and hitting the perfect spot to make your toes curl and cause your back to arch, unconsciously pushing your chest into his hand. “what are you, some college whore now?” his lips kissed right under your ear, biting your neck softly before licking your shivering skin.

“n-no,” you tried to argue back, your hand grabbed his wrist desperately as you grew close to your climax. “no? then why are you this wet? you enjoy getting manhandled and fucked, huh?” satoru’s movements never faltered. “the way you’re clenching on my fingers tells me you like being degraded too.”

you were too embarrassed to reply to any of his accusations, but also too focused on the incoming orgasm. you tried to clench your thighs together as your pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing hard as you finally came while crying his name.

you sobbed when his thumb massaged your pulsing clit, making you jolt in his lap and almost hitting his chin with your head. he chuckled at your reaction, deciding to play with you for a couple of seconds more before finally leaving your poor pussy alone.

as his hands finally resurfaced from inside your clothes, you clearly saw him licking his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste. he seemed satisfied even though you were the only one who had the privilege to have an orgasm that night.

“well, little star,” satoru moved your body off of him and placed you back in your previous position, you were still a bit dizzy from what just happened. “time to go,” he got up and stretched, before turning to look at you. “you should change yourself, hm?” he glanced at your ruined leggings before cupping your cheek with his large palm, caressing your warm skin. “i’m proud of my little slut,” he murmured before tracing your lips with his thumb, smirking at you. “goodnight,” he then patted your head and walked towards the main door, opening and closing it in a swift motion. he left as if nothing happened, he didn’t asked if you enjoyed it or not — your cunt sure did. your head was filled with too many thoughts at once. it was alright, it was wrong, it felt good, he knows how to treat a woman, he’s an asshole, it was so hot.

then one single thought filled your mind, causing you to fall back against the cushion of the couch. you found yourself staring at some random point in front of you.

satoru gojo, one of your father’s best friends, made you cum with his fingers… and it felt a bit too good.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @naomi-nana @euphiroo @eynnwwyjth @titantears @plast3c @katsuslover

[sassylegshayne]

support your local caffeine dealer chapter nine

okay, this is the final chapter of sylcd and it is SMUT SO MINORS DNI. please do not worry about reading this part if you don't want to, they fuck and that's basically it. I made sure to start their relationship in chapter eight that way this didn't affect the way this story is told.

anyways 2.8k words, SMUT with little plot, and again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. and wrap it before you tap it, they don't in this story bc idc but enjoy mwah xx

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Another weekend passed, the two of you finding yourselves in good company as you splashed around Kimmy's pool, snacks and drinks flowing.

Shayne couldn't keep his hands off of you, even months after the two of you had become official; he was taking every opportunity to make up for lost time.

This was made apparent as you stood chatting with Damien, strong arms wrapping around your waist as Shayne rested his head on your shoulder, his lips pressed to your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter as you rested your hands atop his, enjoying your boyfriend and his best friends company. Courtney called out to you, inviting you to join her in a game with a few others. You excused yourself as you slipped from Shayne's embrace, his hand sneaking into your back pocket as he tugs you back to him.

You giggle, placing a peck on his lips before you wandered off. Shayne finally tore his eyes from you, turning to see Damien with a massive grin.

"I'm so proud of you dude. Yall are gross and feel like l'm gonna puke, but you two look really happy together."

Shayne felt the blush creep across his cheeks as he shrugged. Shayne was so fucking happy with you. He thought he was gonna pass out earlier in the month when you asked him to help you pick out a cat from the shelter. You called him after your opening shift one day, bringing up the idea, insisting he had to join you in the endeavor.

"The cat is gonna be around you all the time, Shayne, you guys have to get along." He could practically hear your pout as he remembered your argument to him. He almost found himself saying those three little words before he agreed.

Now you both had two tabby kittens from the same litter terrorizing your respective apartments.

The two of your kept your normal routine, seeing him every morning you worked and again, occasionally, in the afternoon for lunch. If times lined up, Shayne would pick you up, taking you out to eat after your shifts. You alternated movie nights, staying up late and talking about nothing while cuddled together your couches.

He didn't think he'd get here, to the point of being with you, being able to call you his. The boys quickly joined lan and Spencer in a contest for the biggest splash. When Shayne's turn arrived, he shot you a wink, proclaiming his win was for you.

He got a head start, jumping into the pool with a cannonball. He swam to the side, pulling himself out as he shook his hair dry. You grinned, cheering and clapping with the others.

"That's my man!" You called out, winking at Shayne as his heart began to race.

Your man.

My man.

The words echoed through his mind on repeat as he joined you, positioning himself behind you on the lounge chair, his legs on either side of yours.

Shayne let his lips ghost softly over the skin of your exposed shoulder, your hair now tugged up into a bun. The two of you laid back, your head resting back on his chest as you chatted with your friends.

Thankfully, no one quite noticed as the two of you had mentally checked out of the conversation.

You couldn't focus anymore as Shayne's wandering hands rubbed lightly at the skin of your hips, his fingers playing aimlessly with the strings of your bathing suit bottoms. You let your hands fall to his strong thighs, fingers tracing his muscles, the smooth skin warm and sunkissed.

You pushed gently at Shayne's hands as you sat up, feeling them rest gently on your bum. He gave your ass a playful squeeze before you stood, stretching.

You yawned, excusing yourself and Shayne, claiming you had an early shift the next day. A small smirk graced your boyfriend's sealed lips. You were off tomorrow and something in your eyes told him that he wouldn't be dropping you off at your place.

The two of you said your rounds of goodbyes, gathering your discarded clothes before making a quick exit, Shayne's hand tangled with yours as you headed to the car.

"You're a terrible person, lying to all of your friends like that." Shayne quipped as he put on his seatbelt, chuckling.

You leaned across the center console, guiding him toward you as you spoke softly, face inches from his.

"What they don't know can't hurt them, Shayne. I want to be alone with you as soon as possible and that is all your fault, sir." You grinned, your lips finally meeting his. The twWo of you moved in sync, lips slotted together perfectly as the kiss deepened, your hands gripping at Shayne's shirt.

He slowly pulls away, punctuating with a few small pecks before he shoots you a lazy grin.

"Back to yours, babe?"

Shayne's hands gripped at you, his nails leaving small scratches upon the soft skin of your hips, his hands trailing under your shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up.

He breaks your heated kiss, barely getting your shirt over you head before his lips were on yours once more.

Your hands splayed across his bare chest, having undone the buttons of his hawaiian shirt on the drive home. Your heart was pounding so fast you could've sworn he would hear it.

You whined, pulling away slowly, tugging Shayne's bottom lip between your teeth, before pointing towards your froon door.

He huffed, taking the hint before he quickly locked the door, upset he was losing out on time he could be spending exploring your body.

Shayne was quick to turn to you, his lips were a bit swollen, his hair now a chlorine scented mess, sticking out in all directions, and he was barely even considered dressed. His bathing suit bottoms sat low on his hips as he moved back toward you.

You felt weak in the knees at the sight before you, shamelessly letting your eyes rake over him body, a small moan escaping you.

He chuckled, cupping your face gently, placing his lips on your's again. He let his other hand slide down your side, cupping the back of your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

Shayne lifts you with little effort, a small gasp escaping you, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss. He moves the two of you down the hall quickly, pressing your back to the bedroom door after he kicked it shut behind you.

You hands tangled into Shayne's hair, tugging and whining as he trails his lips down your neck, suckling faint bruises into your skin. He groaned softly as his hands slid behind your back, fumbling a bit as he pulled at the strings of your bikini top, the fabric sliding to the floor.

Shayne couldn't hold back the grin he shot you, dreaming of having you just like this, but he always thought it was just out of his grasp. He moved you to the mattress, laying you on your back as your nipples pebbled from the cold air.

You felt your cheeks heating up as Shayne's eyes roamed your body, knowing his routine by now.

Shayne loves to let his eyes trace every detail of your body, his lip pulled between his teeth before he smiles brightly at you.

He can't help but take his time to admire you, to show you just how much he loves you without words, and this just might be his favorite way to do that.

His hands cupped your breasts softly, slowly moving them downward, gripping the edge of your pants in his fingertips.

You melt as he looks to you with brows raised, asking for your permission before he tugs your last covering off, laying bare for him as your bottoms and shorts hit his bedroom floor.

Shayne's mind and heart were racing as he let out a soft groan, drinking in the sight before him. He lets his hands wander, taking notice of every small noise you let out, every small twitch.

Shayne loved pleasing you, that you both knew. He'd even gotten off on making you come quite a few times now.

He removed his shirt, sliding himself down between your thighs.

He'd even gotten off on making you cum a few He looked up to you again, a soft smile on his lips as his face stilled just inches from where you wanted him the most. You whine and pout, huffing softly.

"You okay?" Shayne spoke softly, his hands finally resting on your thighs, massaging your skin with his thumbs as he moves them over his shoulders.

You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to protest.

"Shayne, please just.." You trail off, your head pressing back into the mattress as his warm tongue licks a trail between your lips, the butterflies in your stomach going insane. One hand tangled into his hair, while the other gripped the sheets desperately as he began a routine of slow, agonizing laps at your juices, Shayne savoring every call of his name that rang from your lips.

You couldn't help the mumbled begging you were doing.

"Shayne, please just.. yes.. please, fuck, yes.. right there, oh my god, Shayne!" You cried out as he switched his pace, his lips around your clit, suckling at the bundle of nerves.

Shayne felt like he was dripping sweat, his heart pounding as he sat between your thighs, savoring your taste.

He fucking loved how you tasted. It wasn't anything sweet or anything unpleasant like nost people tended to describe it as.You tasted like pussy and he loved it.

He knew now that he could die a happy man, buried between your thighs for the rest of his days.

Shayne knew he'd done something right when he felt you tense, his hand splayed across your stomach, pressing you into the mattress; he knew youd came, but that didn't mean he was done.

You couldn't hold it any longer, stars blurring your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut, a chorus of Shayne's name spilled from your lips as you came.

You'd never been that easy to get before, and you hadn't come from just oral in a very long time. Shayne took you by surprise in multiple ways today.

After cleaning up his mess, Shayne slid up, hovering over you as he pressed a few kisses to your jaw.

"You taste so good..." Shayne groaned, his nervousness pushed aside by the pure joy he'd been given.

You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you slowly raked your nails down his back. Shayne finally met your eyes, a grin slowly spreading across your face as you cup his cheeks.

"Shayne." You placed a soft, slow kiss to his lips before you pulled away. "Please fuck me."

The sickeningly sweet smile accompanying your filthy words drove him more insane than he could've imagined.

He placed his lips to yours feverishly, desperate to wipe the smile from your face. He pulled away slowly just as he felt you tug at his hair, knowing he was leaving you on the edge, again. Shayne kept his eyes on yours as he stood at the bedside.

You shuffled, resting up on your elbows as he placed his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear.

You were shameless, you eyes raking over his defined chest and abs before your eyes followed the trail of hair downward.

A small moan left you as your eyes followed the falling of his shorts as they hit the floor, then back up again.

Shayne tried his best not to let it go to his head, but he loved the look in your eyes each time you saw him like this, no matter how often that may be.

You couldn't stop yourself from squeezing your thighs together at just the sight of him.

"C'mon, don't get shy now, you always have something smart to say." Shayne chuckled as he crawled back on to the mattress, resuming his previous position. He sat back a bit, lining himself up with you.

You both moaned quietly as Shayne pushed himself into you. You almost had to admire just how well he fit you as you took a few seconds to adjust.

Shayne started off slowly, letting his lips feel every curve of your body that he possibly could, his hands touching every part that his lips couldn't reach.

A mixture of your moans echoed off the walls as your nails dug softly into Shayne's shoulders, your lips trailing his jaw. It seemed like Shayne knew things about your body that you didn't even know as he moved perfectly, making you melt as his hand slid down.

His hand pressed against your hip, stilling your movements, as he crashed his lips to yours, muffling your sounds as they grow louder. Shayne circles his thumb over your clit, your lips and tongues tangling as you moan into the kiss, your walls tightening around him.

Eventually Shayne gave in to his want, a soft moan of your name escaping him as he lifted you legs, setting them over his shoulder.

You gasp, causing him to still as he looks to you, about to to question if you were okay before the most beautiful sound hit his ears.

You moan, loudly, almost seeming unashamed, his name falling from your lips like a mantra. The new angle brought pleasures you never could've expected.

Shayne's eyes widened at your sound, leaning forward as he spoke softly, rolling his hips a bit, another moan leaving your lips.

"Y/N." Shayne began, his tone warning you enough already. "I have neighbors, baby." He chuckled a bit as your cheeks burned.

Shayne gripped your thighs gently, his nails leaving small marks on your skin as he presses himself into you once more. You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping in pleasure as you suppresseda moan. Shayne felt like he was going to explode at the sight before him.

It pushed him a bit further, his pace quickening as he moaned softly, his hands gripping at your waist.

You felt yourself reaching the edge again as you looked to Shayne, following his eyes downward as he watched himself fuck you.

Your walls fluttered as you let go, a loud moan of his name leaving you as you came around im. You felt Shayne tense, his hands gripping at the mattress beside your head as he came, your name spilling from his lips like music to your ears.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment or two, catching your breaths before Shayne pulled out and lowered your legs, resting them on the mattress.

Shayne grinned at you before leaning down, your sweaty foreheads pressed together.

"We should stretch before we fuck next time, we're too old for that stuff." You chuckled, pressing your lips to his. Shayne pouted softly as he got up, heading into your bathroom.

"Are your legs sore, love?" Shayne laughed as he turned on the shower, warming the water before he headed back in to you.

You laid on your side, checking your phone when he entered.

Shayne grinned, biting his lip before he scooped you up, pressing his lips to every bit of your face.

He almost said it, he wanted to say it so badly.

But he settled for a different time, he'd tell you eventually.

The two of you shared a slow, lazy shower, enjoying the quiet time together before drying off and dressing.

You wandered into your kitchen after him, dressed in a pair of his sweats he'd left and one of his many pizza place shirts.

Shayne wanted this moment engraved into his brain. This was everything he ever wanted and he never would've guessed he'd be here. He was quick to pull you into his arms as soon as you were within reach. The two of you stood at the fridge, Shayne's arms wrapped around your waist.

"Alright, I am out of pretty much everything, so.. cereal?" You grinned, looking to him with your brows raised.

He finally said it. He couldn't stop himself, the thought nagging him more and more the longer he ignored it.

So when the two of you began playing some video games, Mario Kart was apparently the wrong choice.

The both of you became playfully competitive, shoving, calling names and yelling at each other. After a few rounds of some different games that always ended the same, no matter who won, the two of you decided on another bowl of cereal.

You tilted your head a bit as Shayne told you a story about Spencer's last birthday, bringing up his infamous screaming.

"How loud can you scream? You measured it before, didn't you?" You questioned before taking another bite. You had heard Shayne's screaming quite a few times, but you couldn't tell if you've heard just how loud he can get.

A quick scream catches you off guard, your hand covering your mouth as you almost spew your cereal. Shayne can't help but cackle, surprising himself.

"l'm sorry!" He was quick to defend himself before his laughter. "I really only do that in the studio, and that's where my screaming gets brought up the most, so, yanno, just a habit to.. scream."

Shayne trails off, doubling over in laughter as you shake your head. The two of you get lost in a fit of giggles together before you eventually calm, taking a few breaths.

"I know you said that you only do that in the studio but better hear that in bed next time." You laughed, giving your boyfriend a wink.

"I love you."

He spoke, his laughter never faltering as he gave in, knowing that the timing might not be perfect but that it would be perfect for you two. He was right, this was a weird time, but it felt right.

"I love you too."

Your cheeks were bright pink as your heart fluttered, your lip tucked between your teeth as you admired Shayne. Your heart had never felt so full of love.

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You’re A Mean One | K. Sakusa ~ the one where he wasn’t into the Christmas spirit

➤ pairing: husband!sakusa kiyoomi x mom!reader w/ daughter Kami

➤ mentions of: a tiny bit of angst bc sakusa is a grumpy man, fluff/comfort

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Growing up, the holidays was something you and your family cherished together. It made you want to continue that tradition with your own family when the time came.

And that time is finally around after your five year old daughter, Sakusa Kami was old enough to want to participate in being festive this year.

Your little doppelgänger nearly jumped out of her seat during breakfast when you told her that you and your husband, Sakusa Kiyoomi will be taking her out to find a christmas tree.

So here you all are, outside in the snow looking for the perfect tree that you swore to your daughter that she would get to choose. “Mama! Do they come with the snow?” Kami called to you as she stopped in front of one of many trees.

“No, baby. The snow will melt off when we bring it home,” you smiled at her.

“And it’ll cause more of a mess that it will already do…”

Ah… You forgot that your husband wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a real tree so he’s been in a mood. He uses the excuse that he wasn’t too into the holiday spirit growing up due to how busy he was with volleyball but…it didn’t hurt for him to at least try.

“Honey, can you not please?” you murmur to him so your daughter doesn’t hear, “She’s excited.”

Sakusa sighs as he shoves his gloved hands into his jacket. “I know,” he says, “But we could’ve easily gotten a fake one that wouldn’t make a mess in the house.”

You pierce your lips in a tight line to keep yourself from snapping at him. It irritated you how much he was in a negative mood especially when he was the one who agreed to look for a real tree. So you just opted to not say anything else and watch your daughter happily run around the lot of trees to choose.

“What ‘bout this one,” Kami pointed towards a rather…dead looking tree.

“It’s dead, Kami,” Sakusa said straight out.

“Babe!”

Kami pouted slightly as she looked at the tree. Even though it was dead, he didn’t have to bluntly point it out. “If we get that tree we won’t be able to put all your pretty ornaments you made for me and papa. Try looking for a greener one,” you encouraged her.

She nodded with a small pout on her face and continued to walk ahead of you and Sakusa. Once you see she’s far enough away from you guys, you look at Sakusa with a pleasing look.

“Why did you agree to this if you’re just going to ruin the experience for her?” you ask.

“The experience of looking for a tree?” he rolls his eyes. “Baby, this will be too much work to maintain and I’m not going to be the one to clean all that mess up.”

You took a deep breathe to prevent yourself from yelling at him in public and in front of your daughter. “I get that but you agreed to this so please keep it at a minimum,” you pleaded at him.

“Fine,” he mumbled.

It was quiet for a moment as the three of you continued to look for a tree but Kami just couldn’t find the perfect one. Just like you when you were little, she wanted to find the most festive looking tree just like the ones she sees in the movies.

After about 20 minutes of looking around, the three of you rounded a corner into the next aisle of trees and finally you heard a happy squeal.

“Mama! Papa! Look!” she pointed with a happy smile towards a green and full tree. The pine tree was so full that you could barely see through the branches so it was perfect to your eyes and your daughters.

But that happy moment didn’t last forever the moment you heard a scoff beside you. “No. Absolutely not. Do you realize how many bugs might be hiding in there. I’d rather you pick the dead tree than this,” he grumbles as he looks at you.

“Kiyoomi!” you snap. But before you could scold your husband you hear some sniffles. You and Kiyoomi nearly break your necks hearing the familiar sniffles coming from Kami. “Baby… Don’t cry…,” you pleaded.

Fat tears. All of the fat tears she could muster spilled out of her eyes. Kiyoomi’s dad instincts kicked in and went straight to comfort her but she shook her head with her hands out in front of her.

“You’re so mean, Papa!” she cries, almost making you want to cry, “Yur’ a grinch!”

Kiyoomi’s heart throbbed hearing Kami’s cries. He knew what she meant by being called a grinch. He watched to American movie with her for the first time a few weeks ago and it made it feel guilty.

“Hey, princess,” he said in a comforting tone as he slowly walked up to her again, “I didn’t mean it-,”

“NO!” she screamed. You knew she was on the verge of throwing a tantrum in public so you walked passed your husband to pick up your daughter who immediately wrapped her arms around your neck and legs around your torso.

“Shhhh, Kami it’s okay,” you comforted in a hushed tone as you rubbed her back. You turned back around with anger in your eyes as you looked at Kiyoomi. “Let’s just go home,” you said which only made Kami cry harder and Kiyoomi feel even worse.

“Baby-,” he pleaded, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What else did you mean, Kiyoomi,” you snapped, “I ignored your ignorance while we were dating and before we had Kami but I’m tired of it.”

You then walked away from him towards the car as you tried to calm your crying daughter down. Sakusa was left in the aisle by himself standing in a pool of guilt covered snow.

Yes, he wasn’t looking forward to the mess and possible bugs a real tree would bring into the house but he knew it wasn’t right to let it get to his head. He felt even worse knowing that you sucked up his grinch like personality all these years and continued to have the holiday spirit so he walked behind you towards the car in silence.

The car ride and the rest of the day going into the night was quiet in the house. Kami calmed down during the drive back home because she ended up crying herself to sleep. She needed to get her nap in anyways so you were kind of relieved but it still made you sad that Kiyoomi didn’t even want to mask how much he didn’t want a damn tree.

So you ignored him throughout the day. You couldn’t even look at him either so you stayed with Kami in her room as she slept and left him to sit in guilt.

Kiyoomi stared at the ceiling in the living room in silence as he tried thinking of ways to make up for his grinch behavior but he knew a simple sorry wasn’t going to cut it. He stressfully rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands with a groan before looking at the time.

3:14 pm; he needed to go to practice soon but he didn’t want to leave you guys like that after what happened. So, he had an idea.

You didn’t realize that you fell asleep till you woke up with something poking your cheek. You hummed in question as you look over to your right and see your daughter with the same pout on her face.

“Hi, baby,” you smiled at her as your cupped her swollen cheek. She looks like Kiyoomi when she wakes up from her sleep, you thought. “Are you feeling better?” you ask.

She shook her head no and laid down on top of you. You could only say so much to console a child so you physically comforted her which seemed like something she wanted anyway.

You looked out her window to see that it wasn’t snowing anymore but it still stuck to the ground so you thought that maybe going to the park to play in the snow would lift her spirits. “Why don’t we go to the park? We can build a snowman,” you kissed her head.

Kami lifted her head with her sweet smile finally on her face with a nod. So you tell her to get ready while you left her room to let Kiyoomi know but he wasn’t home.

“Asshole left without saying anything,” you mumbled to yourself. You assumed that he went to practice since he doesn’t like driving in the snow too much so you brushed it off and got ready yourself.

After you and Kami got ready, you both left to house to walk to the park. Being there seemed to lift her spirits even more as she made snow family and snow angels. Kami also enjoyed you throwing into a pile of snow which what Kiyoomi would do in the backyard.

About an hour or so went by and it was starting to get colder so you and Kami decided to walk back home hand in hand. Kami kept giggling as she heard the crunch of her footsteps against the snow. You were lost in thought as you guys came up to the house to lost to notice that Kiyoomi’s car was in the driveway.

“Papa’s home!” Kami called out.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion because he wasn’t gone as long as he usually is for practice. You brought your keys out to unlock the door and immediately went into shock.

Kami squealed in excitement as you were too stunned to speak. The whole inside of the house was covered in Christmas decorations galore. You almost couldn’t see your furniture because of how much lights and other decor was taking up every crevice in the house. And as if your daughter couldn’t scream any louder, there it was…the exact tree she pointed at earlier.

“Mama! It’s the tree!” Kami screamed as she ran towards the decorated plant as you remained at the front door too stunned to speak. Kami was too busy eye boggling the tree that was covered in the ornaments she made at preschool to notice how quiet you are.

“I had the team help me get it done,” a soothing voice said to you.

You looked over at Kiyoomi who you assumed came from the shower due to his wet curls. “Why,” you ask out of disbelief.

“Well,” he nervously laughs, “Hearing that your daughter called you a grinch is a good wake up call. And I found a cheap blanket to put the tree on top of to catch any of the dirt. I’m sorry about today… It was uncalled for…”

You couldn’t help but look at him in admiration despite how much you want to be mad at him. You couldn’t help it. You have seen you’re home decorated like this since you moved out of your parents house so many years ago. It felt like you were home again.

“Baby?” Kiyoomi calls to you due to your silence.

You instantly smile at him almost wanting to cry on the spot due to how happy you are. “It was uncalled for but I love it, ‘Omi,” you said to him.

You can see the stress leave his body as he let out a sigh of relief. It made you laugh a little bit seeing how hung over he was over the incident earlier. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to put you into a tight hug. “Thank god,” he murmured into your head.

“Don’t get too relieved, my love. You still have your daughter to say sorry too,” you giggle.

“Ah…,” he smiled as he turned around to look at Kami who was still mesmerized by the tree with you still in his arms, “How does it look, princess?”

Kami turned around with her pretty smile — your smile, he thought. “It’s pwetty, Papa!” she said happily as she ran into his arms, “I love it so much!”

“Good,” he kissed her cheek, “Am I still a grinch?”

Kami giggled and shook her head no. “No more Grinch, papa. Pinky promise?” she held out her tiny pinky.

“Pinky promise,” he smiled as he locked his pinky with hers, “Now go get undressed, we’re having a movie night.”

Kami ran out of Kiyoomi’s arms with happiness radiating off of her. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. You swear your cheeks were going to fall off.

“Hey…,” Kiyoomi whispered to you. You looked up at him with a soft smile silently answering him. “Look up,” he said as he pointed up wit his eyes.

You looked at him in question then up towards the ceiling to see a mistletoe attacked to the doorframe. Your cheeks flushed in red because even after all these years of being with him, you e never kissed Omi under a mistletoe. Kiyoomi smiled softly as he gently cupped your cheeks in his warm palms.

“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered against your lips before pressing a loving kiss on your lips.

You smiled into the kiss and even as he pulled away. “I love you too, Omi,” you said before he leaned his head down to give you another but longer kiss

“YUCK!!!” Kami gagged in the background.

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It Starts With Us

— Second Part To “It Ends With Us”

Pairing: Fuckboy! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung

Genre: fwb, regrets, angst, jealousy, fluff

Warnings: cursing, someone kisses someone … lowkey physical fight 🫣

Summary: You find love within another mans’ arms and Jungkook tries to get you back. Does he or does he not succeed?

A/N: Was listening to “The Other Woman” by mother Lana and decided to finish this bc I’m going crazy.

-

It’s been approximately two weeks ever since the fight between Jungkook and you have never felt worse. You eventually came to conclusion that maybe you did like Jungkook after having a five hour talk with your best friend, Taehyung.

Taehyung’s been so supportive after your fight with Jungkook, wanting to do nothing but go to his dorm and beat the living shit out of him for hurting his best friend, you. Although he felt bad for what happened, a part of him wanted to tell you “I told you so” when you told him about the deal you had going on with Jungkook. But of course, being the sweet and supportive best friend he is, decided to keep his mouth shut. It was better that way anyways.

You eventually started going out and communicating again with other people (other than your best friend) after the third week rolled around. You didn’t want to feel this heartbreak anymore, so you decided enough was enough and got out of your dorm.

“Tae, these strawberries are literally rotten!” You sigh in annoyance. You had asked Taehyung to go grocery shopping with you, wanting to spend time with him.

You weren’t going to lie, you’ve become so much closer to Tae after he had stayed with you these past two and a half weeks that you just wanted to be around him all the time. You guys were close before, but now the bond just seems so much closer.

“My bad,” He chuckled, ruffling your hair.

“Hey! Stop that, but seriously, let’s pick out some new strawberries,” You pout, already walking over to the strawberry area.

“How about the-,” You couldn’t finish your sentence before colliding into someone’s chest.

“Y/N?” The voice you thought you’d never hear ever again.

“J-Jungkook- what are you doing here?” You panicked, looking anywhere but his face.

“I was shopping for some banana milk and I saw you- listen, Y/N, I want to talk to you, please,” Jungkook begged, taking ahold of your hands.

“What? No! I don’t want to talk to you,” You exclaimed, pulling your hands away harshly, turning around and walking back to wherever Tae was.

“Please- Y/N, I want to make things bet-,”

“Leave her alone, Jungkook. She said she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Tae interrupted, stepping in front of you before Jungkook could grab you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked, getting jealous seeing you out with other men.

“Her best friend. Now, I said it once and I’m not going to say it again. Leave her the fuck alone or I will literally beat your motherfucking ass,”

Jungkook looked at you with pleading eyes, but you looked away, not wanting to fall for this trap again.

“Fine, whatever. Y/N, please, call me and let’s talk about everything,” He sighed, shaking his head before turning around and walking away.

“Thank you, oh my gosh,” You breathed in relieved, wrapping your arms around Tae tightly.

“I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to protect you, no need to thank me at all,” He smiled, hugging you back just as tight.

From far away, Jungkook watched the interaction between you two. Jealousy builded up inside his chest as his nose flared and clenched his jaw.

-

“Okay, I think we watched every movie out there. Can we do something else now?” Taehyung groaned, stretching out his sore and tired limbs.

“We’ve literally only watched two movies, grandpa,” You laughed, snuggling closer to Tae without noticing.

“So? I’m bored now and hungry,”

You hummed, looking up at your best friend, “Hey… thanks again for being there for me these past few weeks,”

“What did I say about you thanking me? I’m your best friend, Y/N, of course I’ll always be there for you,”

“Best friend or not, just thank you. I really appreciate you, Tae,” You smiled up at him, your face and body warm from being this close to him.

“Anything for my best friend,” He replied, looking down at you with a soft smile.

You hadn’t realized how pretty Taehyung was until you studied his face just now. The slow breathing between you two as you looked into each other’s eyes. You saw him look down to your lips before looking back up to your eyes.

“You’re really pretty,” You whispered out loud, unaware that you just did, “I mean-,”

“You’re really pretty too,”

You felt your breath get stuck in your throat. You? Pretty? In Taehyung’s eyes?

Tae started inching closer to you. You could feel his minty breath on your lips as your heart pounded a hundred beats in your chest. He was so close, so clo-

“I’m back!” Your roommate bursted into your room.

“Y/RM/N!” You squeaked, pushing tae away and getting up from your bed, “I- I didn’t expect you to be back so soon! Hey,”

Breathing heavily, you tried to catch your breath as she giggled at you, looking between you and tae.

“Was I interrupting something?” She asked.

“N-No!”

“Yes,”

“Tae!” You shot your head to him with glared eyes.

He shrugged with a smug look on his face.

“Anyways, of course I’m back. I’ve been away for almost four weeks now!” Your roommate laughed, coming over to you to give you a hug.

“Well, welcome back, roomie,” You sighed contently after catching your breath then hugging her back.

“I gotta go unpack, so I’ll leave you two to whatever you were doing,” She wiggled her eyebrows, pulling away and walking out your room.

“Y/RM/N!”

You could hear her giggling as she walked away from your door and then into hers.

You sighed out heavily before looking at your best friend who is still in your bed, snickering at you.

“So not funny, tae!” You groaned, getting back into bed with him.

“You’re so cute,” He chuckled, pulling you closer to him.

“Shut up,” You mumbled, blushing hard as you tried to hide away from him.

“Hey, look at me, Y/N,”

You slowly looked up to your best friend, and before you could even blink, his lips were on yours, kissing you so soft as if you were a delicate glass. You stilled for a second, shocked before closing your eyes and kissing Taehyung back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” He breathed out after pulling away so the two of you could get air.

The news had you shocked. You never knew your best friend felt this way about you. “Really?” You ask in disbelief.

“Yes. How are you this oblivious?”

“Well I mean- I just- I never thought-,”

“Why do you think I spent every waking moment with you these past weeks when I could have support you from afar, Y/N?”

You hummed contently, looking at your beautiful best friend before giving him a few pecks.

-

After that night, Taehyung have taken you out on many dates, but he hasn’t popped the question yet. You didn’t mind though, he was taking things slow and you liked that.

The two of you were out shopping for some new shoes, “Baby, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go see if they have this in my shoe size,” Tae said, leaning down and giving you a kiss before walking away to find a worker.

You nodded, smiling as you continued to walk around and look for shoes yourself.

“What the fuck was that?” You heard someone ask out of nowhere as they pulled you around.

“Jungkook? Get off of me!” You exclaimed, backing away from him.

“You’re seeing other men?!” He said angrily, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What the fuck are you talking about? That has nothing to do with you,” You scoffed.

“Yes it does. You’re mine, Y/N,” Jungkook growled, pulling your arm tightly.

“Stop! Jungkook! You’re hurting me,” You wince in pain, trying to pride Jungkook’s hands off of you.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” You hear Tae furiously say as he pushes Jungkook in the chest.

“None of your fucking business,” Jungkook replies as he swings his arm, landing a punch on Tae’s jaw.

“You fucking-,” Taehyung couldn’t even finish his sentence before he threw a punch back, making Jungkook’s nose bleed.

Before you knew it, they were going at it.

“Tae! Stop!” You shouted, pulling him away.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I regret everything. I want to be with you. You can’t lie and say that you didn’t feel anything for me during our deal. Please,” Jungkook pleaded, stopping you from walking away with Tae.

“Jungkook-,”

“I love you, Y/N. What I felt for you, I have never felt for anyone before. Give me a chance. I can be better for you, I will be better for you,”

“If you think that I would ever give you a chance after what you said to me, then you’re a fucking fool, Jungkook. I deserve better after everything you’ve put me through,” You spit out each word nastily.

“I-I-,”

“Goodbye, Jungkook. Please, for the sake of both of us, just leave me alone. What we had is over,” Shaking your head, you left with Taehyung. This time, leaving Jungkook nothing but a broken heart.

As Jungkook watched you walk away with another man, he regretted every stupid decision he made when he still had you.

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hello in honor of the new barbie movie can we get a jotarox female reader where she has to beg him to take her to see it and he finally complies and takes her bc he loves her(sorry my english😅) 🙏

you know I was waiting for an ask like this 😬 and i do have something in store for this specific prompt. It's short though, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless ^^ 💕

Barbie Girl - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 811

It’s everywhere and it’s the new big thing. The Barbie movie is out and everyone is hooked into watching it live in cinemas. Everyone included you.

Now, normally you’d have no problem doing exactly that. You could just text your friends about getting together in your rocking pink outfits and watch the hottest film this week, but you had other plans and those plans included-

“Come on~ Let’s watch it together.”

“No. Not happening.”

Wanting to watch Barbie with your boyfriend Jotaro Kujo, who in all aspects, was the most likely to be opposed in watching movies like that. No one’s surprised when you look at him in his dark fits and standoffish demeanor.

But you couldn’t help but try and persuade him anyways while you two were in the comforts of his bedroom. After all, you did manage to convince him to do a bunch of other stuff he wouldn’t do in the past.

“Aw why not?”

“Because I’m not interested,” he said. “Besides, don’t you have other friends who’d be more interested in watching that with you?”

“Well yeah but,” you sighed, dramatically lying down on his sheets. “They’ve already booked their tickets and I told them beforehand that I’d be reserving the movie date with you.”

“So it’s your fault for thinking ahead of time,” Jotaro cocked his eyebrow.

“Yah.” You landed a slap on his bicep. “You should be grateful I’m this considerate for wanting to include and prioritize you in my plans.”

He had the gall to smirk and huff, turning to you to flick your forehead. “Then that’s more of a you problem.” You narrowed your eyes at him with a pout as you grabbed the hand that flicked you. Though with a couple of puppy-eyed blinking and pouting, your boyfriend couldn’t resist but chuckle at your cutesy antics. “But I do appreciate you thinking about me.”

“Does that mean you’ll watch Barbie with me?” You beamed, hopeful.

“No.”

“You jackass.” This time, you grabbed one of his pillows to throw at his smug smile. Not like it did anything since he caught it with one hand. “Ahh what will it take to convince you to watch one movie with me?”

He leaned back onto his headboard with his arms crossed, proud of his stubborn decision. “I told you. I’m not going to watch the movie.”

“Oh yeah?” It was your turn to smirk. You got on all fours and prowled your way up his bed until you settled yourself on his lap. “Not even when I give you a bunch of these?” To demonstrate, you cupped his cheeks and planted a couple of light kisses on his forehead, nose, temples, and lips.

Especially the lips where you kept on returning to for two to three more smooches. Can you blame yourself? When Jotaro tend to reciprocate your affections when it’s just the two of you around? More so when his arms would wrap around you as a go signal to continue?

But you drew back eventually, slightly breathless. “Still?”

He tilted his head, smugness still present. “Still not watching. You know those won’t work on me.”

“Watch it if you love me.”

“You’d break up with me if I still say no?”

You pouted. “No…”

“Cute.”

This time, you groaned and dropped your head on his shoulder. “Come on~ Why are you so against watching Barbie?” You whined. “Can you not be the Ken to my Barbie for just 2 hours?”

“Hmm… on one condition.”

You widened your eyes at the suggestion and pushed yourself upright, still on him. “What? What is it?”

“We get to watch Oppenheimer too.”

“Oppen-” You let the name replay before you made the prolonged “ahhh” sound of recognition. “That’s it?! You could’ve just said that in the beginning and I’ll be more than willing to watch that movie with you!”

“You didn’t look the type to watch a biopic about a man inventing nuclear bombs.”

“Well you didn’t look the type to watch anything hot pink and glitter adjacent but I still asked anyways.”

But with you accepting his condition, that meant one thing. “So… does that mean you’ll finally watch my movie?”

Jotaro stared at you for a full minute before sighing heavily. “Fine. One time only.”

“Deal!” You thanked your boyfriend with one more kiss on his lips before getting up. Immediately, you opened his wardrobe. “Now let’s look for something pink that you can wear-”

“Oi, since when did I say I’d wear pink?”

“We have to be in theme, love! Besides, you can still wear black with it because of Mr. Oppenheimer.” You shuffled through his clothes. “Now, I did remember you having one the other time…”

You heard him scoff in the back, though his next words were that of fond annoyance. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

“Drama king.”

[okkotsuyuutaloml]

my bully loves me?? (jungkook x fem!reader)

cw: nothing, except mentions of red velvet, got7, nct, anime, genshin, honkai, iz*one/le sserafim, volleyball and figure skating

note: please don't take this seriously, it's a cliché crack fic, i've butchered all the names and also, covid doesn't exist.

masterlist !

y/n is a normal girl living in seoul.

she has long, silky blonde/brown hair, blue/green orbs and plump lips.

she isn't like other girls. she doesn't wear either makeup or dresses, loves wearing oversized clothing and plays video games like jenshit impact and honkers impact 3rd.

"eomma, sarangay!" she said while leaving for school.

she hated going though. she was bullied by this group called bts because she wore glasses, had braces and was ugly, but she really loved jungcook from that group.

one day, jacksun wang, her friend, had decided to throw a party. she was flabbergasted bcs she had NO dresses and NO makeup, not even a lipbalm.

then, one of her prettier friends, eyerene came to save the day!

she invited y/n to her house and gave her a makeover. "something's still wrong," she thought. she then removed y/n's glasses and braces. "yes, there you go! wahhhh, jinjja neomu yeppeo~"

y/n looked at herself in the mirror. she was shocked.

both of them arrived at the party and jackson whistled at the sight of them, "eyerene, as pretty as always & who's this hottie with you?" "it's y/n," "Y/N IS THAT YOU???" "kkkk ah jackfruit, waeguraeyeo," y/n said while pouting.

they talked for a while and then went their separate ways.

she had looked around, but had no one to talk to. suddenly, she felt a presence. she turned around to see who it was. it was nakamoto hakuna yutata. he was from a group which called themselves enshittea.

he was a senpai and he came from japan. he looked like light yagami from death note.

"hey baby gorilla," he said while smirking.

"k-k-k-konichiwa s-s-senpai," she said, stuttering.

"no need to be this formal, you can call me oh knee san or oppar," he said lowly

she ignored it and continued talking with hakuna yutata.

from the corner of her eyes, she could see juankook staring at him with anger.

suddenly, he leaned closer to y/n, their lips almost touching

then, realization hit her hard.

she was supposed to like jungkook, not him.

she pushed him back and said, "m-m-m-mianhe oh-oh-oh knee san... i sarang someone e-e-else..."

he smiled softly at her and said, "gwenchanha baby grill, you're like my dongsaeng, gambatte for confessing to your crush uwu"

she smiled at him and they exchanged numbers.

caprison saw this entire scene unfolding in front of him.

he was glad that y/n didn't like yutar and he hoped that she would reciprocate his (jackson's) feelings.

suddenly, one if another y/n's friends, sakura miyawaki waltzes in.

"OMO Y/N YOU'RE NEOMU YEPPEO!1!1!" she squealed. "and you look pretty as always," y/n replied.

they chatted for a while when suddenly, a bulb erupted in sakoora's brain.

you see, kkura had a crush on y/n as well and she wanted her to take her out on a date disguised as a normal hangout to watch the jujutsu kaisen prequel movie.

"hey, y/n, would you like to come and watch jjk with me?" she finally asked. "uhm yes?" y/n replied unsure. "YEE OK I'LL PICK YOU UP DAY AFTER TOMORROW AT 12 PM BE READY!" she said and ran off. "tf is a jujitsu kaizen," y/n thought to herself.

on the other side, jackson and jungkook were disappointed. they wanted to take her out to a volleyball game and figure skating event respectively.

they came out of the theater after watching the movie. "it was jinjja daebak wtf!" y/n exclaimed.

"ikr!1!1!1 let's go and watch the anime now," sakuna said.

you see, after watching that movie, y/n fell in love with gojhoe and nanamin

suddenly, y/n got a call from jeckson.

"hey, i'll just pick up this call," she told sakura

"yo wassup jackjack~"

"heyyyy~ would you like to come and see a volleyball game with me? ran takahashi is playing saur..."

"YES OFC JUST TEXT ME THE DATE AND TIME AND I'LL MEET YOU AT THE GYMNASIUM!" y/n was screaming, making sakura embarrassed

sakura heard everything. she was tired of this bullshit, pretending to not like y/n, so decided that she'll confess here.

after the phone ended, she cleared her throat and said, "y/n, the real reason i brought you here was because i sarang you. will you be my yeoja chingu?"

y/n was baffled. she never got a confession from any gender before.

she would've accepted it because sakura's not only pretty, but she's kind, loving and caring.

"mianhe, but i sarang someone else... we can still stay chingoose tho," y/n replied.

to say that sakura was beyond heartbroken would've been an understatement.

"oh... it's ok, we can stay chingoose.."

jockson and y/n came out of the gymnasium.

neither of them know that sakuna was stalking them

the sudden blast of warm air made them feel icky.

jack frost wanted to confess, so he took her hands and kissed it.

"my dear y/n, i've always sarang you, will you be my yeoja chingu?"

2 confessions in a week?? y/n was on cloud 9. she shook her head and and cane back to reality.

she gave a sad smile and said, "mianhe, i never saw you as a sarang interest... i always saw you as a chin oppar..."

caprisun was devastated, but his suspicions were confirmed.

she did like juancock

y/n got another phone call.

it was jungjook's??? how did he get her number??? she picked it up anyways.

"y-y-y-yeobuseyo jungkook-ssi?"

"ne, y/n-ie, i feel sorry about bullying you, so as a sorry gift can i take you to watch the figure skating 4cc? i know you like yuzunori habu."

"first of all, it's yuzuru hanyu, second of all, ne, i'll come with you."

you see, jeonkoon is a chaebol, so money was never a problem for him and who declines a free offer?

y/n and hancock came out of the stadium.

y/n was beaming because yoozoo just got his super slam, meaning he had won in every major competition and the fact that he even caught her winnie the pooh and smiled at her.

little did they know, they were being spied by jack and sara.

jungkook suddenly got on his knees and removed a red rose from his pocket.

"sarangay, y/n. i jinjja sarang you. mianhe for bullying you along with my chingoose. will you be my yeoja chingu?"

y/n suddenly started crying.

"aniyo, jungkook-ssi. you suddenly say you sarang me out of nowhere. how should i believe that? you and your chingooses bullied me so much. nan shiroyo, kkeojeo," she said in a small voice, but loud enough for jungjook, kacsjon and sukuna to hear.

y/n ran away from the scene.

it was now evening.

y/n had switched off her phone so no one could contact her.

her tears had completely dried out and she felt wayyyyy better than before, so with a smile on her face she headed back home

while switching on her phone, she bumped into something hard.

"aish, jinjja, ottoke~" y/n whined.

"sorry for bumping into you," a male voice said in brocken english.

that voice sounded familiar.

she looked up to see that it was none other than yazuru haniu!1!1!!1

"soo me ma sen!1!!1!1" y/n apologized profusely.

he let out a laugh and said, "daijobu, it happens."

y/n took a picture and got his autograph.

she was on cloud 9.

she skipped back home, guaranteeing at the fact that she'll have a goodnight sleep.

y/n was staring at a blindfolded, goofy looking, white haired man and a serious looking guy with a funny tie and blonde hair.

it was none other than go joe and nanaminute from jujutsu kaisen!!1!!1!

but wait a damn minute, they are fictional characters so why are they here???

nanami rolled his eyes and just disappeared

gojhoe sat there, removing his blindfold.

"y/n, your crush on jungkook is too obvious, just date him and stop fucking fantasizing about me. please, yamete kudasai."

the woman was too stunned to speak.

she suddenly woke up. it was all a dream.

she quickly dialled jongog's number to apologize to him

"yeobuseyeo?" a groggy voice said.

y/n found it so hawt.

"o-o-o-oppar... jinjja mianhe, saranghamnida, do you want to be my namja chingu?" y/n asked with tears streaming down her face.

"OH SAESANGIE NADO YE SARANGHAMNIDA!!1!1!11!!" jungkok beamed from the phone

the next day, they went hand in hand to school.

the other girls were jealous of y/n bcs she was an ugly girl who ended up with one of the most handsome guys.

y/n now also does not need to worry about bullies because bts is now her protector.

i had way too much fun writing this

[lesbian-deadpool]

Welcome Pumpkin King!

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 1,341

Warnings: None. Talks of ghosts and horror movies at the end there ig.

Request: No.

Summary: Life brought you many thing. Pumpkins was not one that you were expecting.

A/N: The ends a bit rushed, mainly bc I just wanted to get this out today. But nevertheless, Happy Halloween!

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not my GIF)

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"How many pumpkins do we need?"

Now that was the question.

You thought it would be fun to take your kids to the pumpkin patch not too far away from your home.

Even in the early afternoon of the October day, it was incredibly chilly. So, you were all wrapped up in warm sweaters and jackets.

In your arms sat three large pumpkins, while Natasha held onto one, just as big.

Smiles ticking at the corner of your lips as you watched your kids running through the pumpkin patch excitedly.

"Well, someone told the kids to "go wild" when we pulled up," your wife replied.

"I meant "have fun", I didn't mean this!"

Your eyes followed your children Nick, Hera, and Apollo, as they explored the dirt paths, poking and prodding at the orange fruit as they did.

"Maybe we should get a cart," you spoke your thoughts, peering down at the pumpkins in your arms.

"I thought you said we wouldn't need one?" Natasha smiled.

"Well, I thought they would only be getting one each!"

"Yeah? How'd that work out for ya?"

You didn't get the chance to respond because of the three children running up to you.

Their voices were jumbled up as they spoke over one another.

You and your wife smiled down at the three, not understanding a single thing they said.

"Woah, woah, woah," you repeated to stop them talking, "One at a time, kids. Now, what's up?"

Once again. They all spoke at the same time. Causing both you and Natasha to burst out laughing.

"Apollo, why don't you start?" Natasha asked your youngest child.

"We-" he began excitedly, cutting himself off as he swallowed deeply, pulling in a large breath, before he started again, "We heard some other kids talking about a giant pumpkin-"

"One this big!" Hera interrupted the boy, stretching her arms wide. Nick, nodding along with the two.

"Yeah. They said it was as big as a bolder!"

"Okay," you said slowly, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Can we get it?!" they all asked.

"It's here?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah." Hera nodded, pointing to the other side of the patch. "It's over there."

"Can we please get it?" Apollo begged.

"Absolutely not." You shook your head, all three of their faces dropped, Natasha pouting at their sad faces.

She always had been the soft one when it came to the kids.

"Where would we even put it?"

Natasha nudged your shoulder lightly, almost making you drop one of the pumpkins in your arms.

"Oh, come on, honey."

"Natasha?" you asked, mildly shocked, turning to look at her.

"It would be fun."

"It won't go anywhere."

"We'd find somewhere for it." Natasha shrugged.

"We could put it in the middle of the front lawn!" Hera suggested.

The excitement was back in your children's faces. More hope for them now that their red-headed mother was on their side.

"See." Natasha nodded to her daughter. "That's such a good idea."

You sighed, already knowing that you were beaten.

"Let's see it then, and we'll decide then."

The three kids cheered and began running, leading the way towards the pumpkin.

All the while, Natasha smiled knowingly at you.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Don't act like you don't want the pumpkin too."

"How are we gonna get it home?" you stressed.

"I thought you said that we'd decide when we saw it," she laughed.

"Shut up."

---

You were surprised that the kids weren't overexaggerating the size of the pumpkin.

It was the size of a boulder.

You were suddenly thankful that you changed your mind at the last minute and decided to drive the truck instead of your regular car.

"Can we get it, please? Can we?" your kids began begging once more, surrounding your legs, tugging at your jeans, your wife smiling all the while.

With a deep sigh and a bowed head, Natasha knew that you were taking it home.

"Come on, kids," she began, "Let's go get a cart. We can't carry all these pumpkins along with this one."

They yelled in celebration. Natasha pressed a kiss to your cheek before she followed your kids to the area the carts sat. Leaving you to sit upon the giant pumpkin, effectively saving it for your family.

A laugh came from your side, looking over to see a man walking towards you.

You recognised him as the man. Who had been evaluating the smaller pumpkins near where you and your wife were being shown the huge one.

"You kids want it to?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Wife too. They have me wrapped around their fingers. Can't blame them for wanting it though, it'll look good in the garden."

"Ours wanted it, too." A woman came up on your other side, presumably the stranger's wife.

"But we only live in an apartment."

You hummed at the two as their own kids came rushing up to them. Just as you spotted your own family coming towards you.

Natasha, pushing the cart with the single pumpkin she had previously been carrying upon it. Along with your two youngest children, sitting on either side of the fruit. Nick, walking beside his mother.

"You were quick," you spoke to your family once they stopped before you, rising to your feet to heave the giant pumpkin onto the cart.

"The kids were excited," your wife told you.

Your voice was teasing when you next spoke.

"You sure it was just the kids?"

"Shut up."

"God, I love you."

Natasha was about to reply to you in kind but was swiftly interrupted by your daughter.

"Can we get some of those tiny pumpkins, mama?"

"Of course we can," the red-head replied, voice an octave or two higher, making excitement obvious for the child.

A dull thud sounded when you let the pumpkin drop onto the cart. Huffing, you raised to your full height, commenting in a mumble, "We're gonna spend more here than we do on rent."

"I think you're being overdramatic."

"I think we're gonna be eating pumpkins for weeks."

Your wife slapped at your chest with a giggle, "Come on, let's finish up here, so we can head home and start carving these."

"Hand cramp, here I come!"

---

The red-head couldn't wipe the smile off of her face as she watched you that night.

The kids had finally gone to bed, all excited for the coming holiday, not wanting to sleep, no matter how exhausted they were.

And there you were, reclined on the sofa, head thrown over the back, a steady groan pouring from your lips, but keeping it mute enough as to not wake up your sleeping children.

"Today exhaust you?"

"It Tony rich?" you replied, lifting your head to stare her down, Natasha finally able to see the tiredness ebbed into your eyes.

She hummed, coming to sit by your side, folding her legs underneath her, and laying them mostly on your lap as she cuddled into your side. Hand coming to rub softly across your abdomen, looking up at you with loving eyes. "How about we watch a movie, and we turn in early?"

"Sure." You shrugged, pulling your wife further into your side so that her head was resting against your shoulder. And so that you would have a place to rest your own head against hers, all the while she began flicking through the TV.

"Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For everything you did today. I know you didn't plan on carving twenty pumpkins," Natasha said, gesturing to the pile of the fruit, all lit and carved, under the fireplace. Liho sniffing at them curiously. The rest, decorating the front lawn.

You hmphed, "You're right about that. But you don't have to thank me. I'd do anything for you guys. Even if it means I can hardly move my hands anymore."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"So, wanna watch Paranormal Activity?"

"And have you thinking every creak is a ghost? No thanks."

"It's a poltergeist!"

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pairing : bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and denki x reader [ separate ]

genre : very suggestive, fluff

notes : got this idea while realising everyone i simp for in this damn anime is emotionally unavailable :] i think this says a lot about me

[ bakugou ]

> internally screaming

> so you were all doing spin the bottle for 7 minutes in heaven

> and it was his turn, he didn’t want to be there but kirishima told him you’d be there 😭

> and when the bottle landed on you, your body temperate went ^^^^

> kirishima and mina practically shoved you both inside the closet

> you wanted to kiss him but like this is blasty boy we’re talking about

> he will not show his emotions if he likes you and he probably won’t make the first move

> ‘why are you looking at me like that’

> ‘like what dumbass’

> you decided to be a brat so you said ‘like you want to kiss me’

> mans eyes widened, he looked like a bug

> ‘i-i uh, i mean’ and your confidence went ^^ and he saw that you so he decided to be a brat

> so he put his arms around your waist pulling you in

> ‘doesn’t seem like you don’t want me’

> and you crashed your lips on his pulling away for a second saying ‘if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you, a lot’

> ‘i like you too idiot’ he says blUShing

> and he kisses you again ‘you’re mine now’

> ‘don’t i get a choice blasty’

> ‘not at all princess’

> you were both getting a little heated letting out some quiet groans and moans

> his arms around your waist yours around his neck and one of his hands w a n d e r i n g

> so when mina and denki opened the door to that they s creEAMED

> ‘FINALLY’

> cue angry bakugou screaming

> ‘YOU COULDVE FUCKING WARNED US WHEN YOU WERE GOING TO OPEN THE DAMN DOOR’

> ‘that’s no fun bakubro’

> fair to say you both didn’t go back to the game 😳

[ midoriya ]

> it was his turn and to say he’s nervous is an understatement

> of course he hopes it lands on you bc if it landed on anyone else he’d be disappointed but like also he’d malfunction if it does

> anddd then it lands on you and he’s just O.o

> everyone knew about his crush on you except from you

> he’s not exactly subtle he goes so red everytime you try talk to him

> try because he doesn’t talk back most the time he just stutters

> so you’re a bit afraid that he’s uncomfortable with you so you’re like ‘uh midoriya we don’t have to i don’t want you to be uncomfortable’

> and he’s a little mad at himself for making you think that

> ‘no no i’m not uncomfortable!’

> with that you both walked in and they closed the doors

> s i l e n c e for a second before you both start babbling

> ‘i-i uh wanted to say’ ‘i was going to say’

> ‘oh sorry you go first’

> ‘i-i wanted to say that you could uh never make me uncomfortable’

> ‘close your eyes midoriya’

> ‘call me izuku’ he says with a FLusHED ass face before closing his eyes

> his breath hitches when he feels you getting closer to him

> you’re like a pinky nails length apart rn and he feels like he’s going to implode

> you knew he’d never make the first move

> so you put your hands on his jaw and press your lips to his

> he m e l t s, he doesn’t know where to put his hands so you place them on your hips or around your waist for him

> he gets more into it as you both kiss slowly letting himself move and not being so damn stiff

> you tug at his hair a little making him groan and flushing red again

> you didn’t realise how long you’d been kidding for because the door opens wide

> and thEY DIDNT EXPECT midoriya to come into any contact with you without squeaking or making it obvious to everyone outside the wardrobe

> cheering from everyone bc you finally made a move on eachother

> but also a very embarrassed deku </3

[ todoroki ]

> has no idea what 7 minutes in heaven is at first

> mina has to explain it and he’s just like ‘this is dumb’

> until he sees mina dragging you to sit down

> it was your turn to spin you said ‘if it’s mineta todoroki please turn me into an ice cube’

> which made him- giggle?? ANd you just went （♡ ◡♡）

> mina just looked at you both and said ‘it’s so painfully obvious’ leading you to glare at her

> you got a little sidetracked and didn’t realise who it landed on

> when you saw it landed on todoroki you panicked

> mina was cheering like a lunatic

> you both got up and walked to the wardrobe

> as soon as the door closed you both looked at eachother a little red

> ‘y/n it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with this we don’t have to even talk’

> you pouted at this looking at the ground ‘i love talking to you im not uncomfortable at all’

> you didn’t see him but he smiled as soon as you said that

> ‘i love talking to you too’ man was r ed

> you looked up at him and accidentally flicked between his eyes and lips blushing a little when he noticed

> ‘y/n’. you hummed

> he brought a finger up to your chin lifting your head up so you were now looking at eachother again

> your body temperature was r i s i n g

> you kinda knew he liked you from the past couple minutes

> he leaned down his hand now on your jaw and kissed you

> it was soft and seemed like that out of a disney movie

> you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in a little

> after a minute more of small kisses you felt a cold breeze

> pulling away for a second you realised the door was wide open and everyone started yELLING

> which made you both shy away a little

> ‘y/n do you want to uh get soba with me’

> boy basically told you he’s in love with you tbh

[ denki ]

> this mf i stg he’s probably the one who brought up the idea

> has a FAt crush on you and is shameless about it

> you knew but didn’t hes a little flirt so you just thought that he’s like that with everyone

> the bottle lands on you and hes just :D

> you both walk into the closet and you’re a little nervous

> ‘hey cutie’ you grin at his antics ‘hi denki’

> he gets really close to your face making your breath hitch ‘so uh if it wasn’t obvious enough i like you’ and you just go 0.0

> ‘wait really? i thought you just flirt with everyone’ making him chuckle a little

> ‘nope the difference is when i flirt with you i don’t make sex jokes i make dating jokes’

> ‘charmer aren’t you’ this flirty ass just puts both his arms around your waist pulling you so your hips are touching

> ‘wouldn’t you like to know sunshine’ he captures your lips with his own, surprisingly he was soft at first

> and then he got a little rougher biting your bottom lip tugging on it a little making butterflies form in your stomach

> you tug on his blonde locks making him groan

> his hand wandering along your body tracing down your arms and waist

> anD then the door swings open and he lets his head rest on your shoulder

> ‘DENKI I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO PUSSY OUT AT THE LAST MINUTE’

> ‘NOt COOL’

> yeah you didn’t go back to the game either :]

A/N :

i realised i’ve barely done any suggestive content on this acc so i wanted to try write some more <3

taglist : @blazedbakugou @todoroki-shoto-is-life

[megumei]

mEIII ! how you've been bby ? may I request for a hc of y/n falling from the couch while sleeping with Megumi, Itadori and Nobara ? maybe during a movie night (；^ω^) if you'd like to include or change some characters that's totally fine !!!

when their s/o falls off the couch — jujutsu kaisen !

feat. megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji, nobara kugisaki x gn ! reader

genre. fluff , crack !

a/n. omg i love this idea ! i actually wanted to do something similar to this so i’m glad you requested anon :D btw ive been pretty good :) how are you ? i hope u like this !

— megumi fushiguro was perfectly content with the position you two were in right now. you were laying on his chest, your mouth slightly open. he watched as a little bit of drool dribbled out of your mouth. any other person probably would’ve thought it was disgusting, but megumi thought it was cute. he felt his eyes grow heavy and he closed them, getting ready to fall asleep himself when he felt you roll off of his chest he thought you had just gotten up to get something to drink and didn’t bother opening his eyes until he heard a soft ‘thud’ echo through the quiet room. he got up quickly to find you sitting on the floor, rubbing the side of your head with a pout on your face. he tried his best to suppress the grin that was growing on his face as he mumbled a quiet “dumbass.” as he carried you back to the couch, his smile only grew wider when he felt you snuggled closer. you two fell asleep soon after that, only the brightness of your laptop screen lighting up the room and illuminating two sleeping figures.

— itadori yuuji you two were laying on the couch watching a horror movie. yuuji had insisted that he wanted to stay on the inner part of the couch since he was scared that something was going to grab his foot.(and also bc he wanted to be the big spoon <3) he had noticed that you suddenly went silent, so he shook your arm lightly. “y/n ? hey babe are you up ?” he would ask quietly, you had somehow fallen asleep right before the movies biggest jump scare and while yuuji was checking to see if you were alive a loud noise came out of the tv, shocking him and causing him to scream. of course you woke up because of his screams, your boby jolted upwards in surprise, causing you to fall off the couch. baby would be so worried :( “y/n ! are you okay ? where does it hurt ? oh no i’m sorry this is my fault.” he would be panicking but you would calm him down and tell him that it wasn’t his fault and that everything was alright :D you both turned off the tv and went to sleep properly ( on the bed ) after that.

— nobara kugisaki you had somehow fallen asleep while she was doing your makeup. she had told you to close your eyes so that she could put eyeshadow on you, but after shaking you gently after you didn’t open your eyes she had figured that you had fallen asleep. she actually didn’t really mind that you had fallen asleep. she thought you looked cute when you were sleeping, completely relaxed and comfortable cuddling up against your pillow. ‘they better be dreaming of me.’ she thought when she saw your lips curve up slightly. she began packing up all of her makeup and putting movie on when she was done. “give me that.” she grumbled, grabbing the pillow out of your hands and placing your head on her shoulder instead. about thirty minutes into the movie she felt herself getting drowsy as well, she closed her eyes, resting her head on top of yours. it was peaceful until, “ouch !” you whined, rubbing the side of your cheek. “you’re such an idiot ! how did you even fall off ?” she asked, “and you even woke me up in the process.” she was clearly annoyed, so you got up and sat next to her, laying your head in her lap. “what are you doing ?” nobara asked, cheeks turning red as she tried to shove you off. “you’re cute when you’re mad.” you said, causing her to blush even more. “shut up !”

[seita]

the contract girlfriend | semi eita (m.)

˒ pairing: semi eita/reader ˒ genre: angst, fluff, smut ˒ wordcount: 𝟺𝟹𝟹𝟷 ˒ tags: friends2lovers, fake dating, musician!eita ˒ cw: dirty talk, loss of virginity, virgin kink if u squint: sweet talking, pet names, mean girl ex, mutual pining, unrequited love(?), angst with a happy ending, UNEDITED

+ note: this is a collab along with the other writers for the kkc! i would also like to thank @bokutobabie​ 𝖿for her help with this plot bc it was kickin’ my ass.

˖˖ summary: when he was an unknown musician, his girlfriend left him. now that he’s made it, he wants to make her jealous at a fancy party so he can get her back.unfortunately, he asks you to be his fake date. the downside? you have a very real crush on him.

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“I have a proposition,” is never a sentence you want to hear when you sit down to lunch with your best friend. Especially when that friend is Semi Eita. 

“What..?” you ask apprehensively, taking the cup of coffee he’d obviously gotten to bribe you. You took it regardless, not willing to pass up the offer of free coffee.

“Nana is gonna be at the party this weekend,” he muttered, swirling his fingertips around the rim of his cup. You felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach at his words, “I want you to come and pretend to be my date.”

Just as you’d expected. Not something you wanted to hear.

Nana was Eita’s first love, his first serious relationship, really. They got together when he was fresh out of highschool, the two of them spending almost all of their time together. 

It was when his career as a musician was just beginning, he was playing small gigs and there was nothing really successful. But he was happy. And he thought she was too.

Until she dumped him in favor of a much more famous man. He was a big movie producer and offered her a leading role in an upcoming film. Of course, she took the offer. 

She would much rather be mingling with the rich and famous than be hanging out with “a nobody like him”, as she put it. You remembered the hurt Eita felt, the tears and heartbreak it took almost 3 years for him to get over. 

“Why?” you finally asked with a sigh, “What will that accomplish?”

“Well if she gets jealous, she might want to get back with me,” he grinned impishly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You recognized the look in his eyes, one of determination. So you sighed, nodding your head, “Alright, I’ll be your date.”

He beamed, uttering out endless thanks to you as you went on with your lunch until he decided to go back to the studio. He slipped his hat on low, making sure his mask was in place before hugging your goodbye and leaving you sitting alone at the table. 

You sighed, downing the last of your coffee. Your spirits were low; you had no idea what to expect from this party. 

Would she fall for it and run back into his arms now that he had had his big breakthrough and became mainstream? She surely must have known by now; his band was already breaking records, wracking up fans by the thousands, his songs were being played on the radio. 

Maybe now that he was famous enough, she’d actually want to be with him. Not that she deserved him. And he didn’t deserve someone like that, either. He was too good for her, too good to be treated like that. 

You let out another sigh and stood up, grabbing your purse from the back of the chair.

This was going to be painful. You weren’t sure how you would cope with pretending to be his girlfriend all for the sake of him getting back with her. 

Surely your heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

Because as much as you tried to hide it, you were irrevocably in love with your best friend.

The entire getup was supplied to you by Eita; from the jewelry to the dress itself. You felt like a different person. Despite the fact he was your best friend, you hadn’t attended one of the big parties since his band’s breakout single. 

This particular party wasn’t in celebration of his band, but he was invited regardless so naturally he went. He was still enjoying the high life and was getting used to tasting fame. You were glad it hadn’t actually affected his personality. 

“You look nice today,” Tendou complimented with a breezy smile. He was nursing a glass of champagne, which was uncharacteristic to say the least. He had always been more of a whiskey kind of guy.

“Thanks,” you shrugged, “I’m not really a fan of this kind of thing.”

“I know,” he grinned, “You look terribly uncomfortable, that’s why I came over to be such a good pal and keep you company while your darling boyfriend is off galavanting with the people!”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend, Satori.”

He giggled, taking glee in your embarrassment, “But you wish he was.”

“Are you already drunk?” you raise a brow, making him snicker.

Someone called his name from the crowd and he flashed you a knowing grin, “Eita may be too dim to see it, but the rest of us aren’t!”

You pout and find yourself alone once again. Looking around, you search for your ‘boyfriend’. Suddenly, a heavy arm falls across your shoulders and the familiar scent of his cologne reaches your nose. 

“Hey, babygirl,” he coos, making your heart skip a beat at the pet name. He sounds so fond and you feel yourself smiling before he busts out laughing, shaking his head before letting his arm fall from your shoulders, “That’s just so weird. I dunno if I’ll be able to get through this tonight,” Ouch. “Anyway, Nana just arrived so…” he takes your hand but you can’t bring yourself to smile as you feel the ache in your heart at his words.

If he takes note of your deflated behavior, he doesn’t say anything, merely leading you over to the balcony. You breathe in the fresh air and feel the ache in your chest dull.

“Eita? Is that you?” a perky voice makes you cringe. 

“Nana,” Eita breathes, tugging you against his side as she breaks through the crowd to stand in front of the two of you.

Her smile promptly disappears at the sight of you crowded in Eita’s arms.

“Eita...who’s this?” she asks, a smile returning but you can tell it’s plastic. 

You remembered everything you had gone over with him before the party; the two of you had sat down for a few hours to sort out your story and rules. It had felt like you were making a binding contract with him when you told him no kissing on the lips. It was your only stipulation and you swore you saw a brief downward tug of his lips when you told him before he beamed and readily agreed. 

Maybe you were imagining that disappointment in his eyes too. 

“This is my girlfriend, _____,” Eita introduced, giving your arm an affectionate squeeze.

“Oh,” she gave you a strained smile and held out her hand for you to shake. When you slipped your hand into hers, she gave it a tense squeeze that made you flinch, “I’m Nana, Eita’s ex.”

“I’ve uh…” you cleared your throat and pulled your hand away, “I’ve heard stories about you.”

“All good I’m sure,” she replied flippantly before setting her sights on him once more, “We should totally catch up, you know? Reminisce about the good old times~”

The sultry, flirtatious undertone made your skin crawl. Even if you weren’t really dating, she thought you were and for her to not respect that made you angry. But still, Eita pulled away and placed a kiss against your temple that set your heart ablaze.

“Sure, why not?” he grinned and gave your hand a squeeze, “You go have some fun, sweetheart. I’ll catch up with you later.”

You gave him a hollow wave as he quickly vanished into the crowd without a second glance your way. You knew this was the end goal but still, to see him walking away hurt. A sense of rejection was seeded within you and you felt your spirits slowly being crushed. 

It took all your power to continue on with the party until it felt acceptable to leave. Throughout the party, you kept getting glances of the two of them. 

Eita wore a serene smile, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her. Whenever she looked at him with a flirtatious smile and a subtle caress, you felt jealousy pool in the core of your stomach. You wanted to march over there and scream “he’s mine!”. But you couldn’t, because he wasn’t really yours. 

He was only pretending to be yours so he could have her. 

Your phone vibrated as you downed your final glass of wine, making you look at the screen with a frown.

“I’m heading to Nana’s apartment for the night! See if Satori can give you a ride home, thanks for the help!!”

Your jaw ached from how hard you were forcing yourself to keep from crying. When you tried to find the elusive redhead, you found he was drunk and dancing with two girls so you decided to leave him be and simply call an Uber. 

For just a short time, you had simply been a contract girlfriend for him to use. Though you knew it was fake, it still felt so nice to be called his. 

So you went home, removing your expensive clothing like Cinderella after the ball and decided to relax on the couch. It was only a little past midnight when you got out of the shower, turning on the TV to watch whatever late night nonsense was playing. 

Eita thought that being with Nana again would be everything he wanted. But as he laid beside her, her head resting on his naked chest, strangely all he could think of was you. 

When he asked you to pretend to be his date, he hadn’t thought of the possibility of how it would really feel. Sure, he had touched you before, naturally. Sometimes he hugged you and held your hand. But that night, when he placed the kiss against your head, the way your eyes lit up in response had his heart stuttering when he thought back to it. 

Truth be told, when you told him he couldn’t kiss you he felt so...disappointed. He had thought of assigning the same rule but decided against it at the last moment, secretly thinking about how nice it may feel to kiss you. 

He had quickly dashed that though because of how wrong it was to think of you like that. 

Yet there he was, thinking of you with his ex girlfriend back in his arms again.

“Eita?” Nana asked, lifting her head to look drowsily at him, “Are you okay?”

“Um...yeah,” he clears his throat, “I should probably get going.”

“Why?” she whines, “Don’t worry about her.”

“Huh? Who?” he asks, confused.

She giggles and clings to his arm, “Your girlfriend! She doesn’t have to know!”

His heart ached at those words -- true, you weren’t really dating but he felt like he had done something wrong. And for some reason Nana’s blatant disregard that he had cheated with her made him nauseous.

“I...I just want to see if she made it home safely,” he gave her a tight lipped smile and picked up his phone. 

She rested against the pillow, head propped up on her hand as she watched him dial you. When you didn’t answer, he gave a frustrated sigh and dialed Satori instead. 

It rang a few times before the slurred voice of his best friend answered, “H-Hey man, what’s up?”

“Satori, did you drop _____ off okay?” Eita asked.

The redhead made a confused sound over the line, “What’re you talkin’ about? She never asked me to take her anywhere.”

“What?” Eita frowned, “Did you see her leave the party?”

“Gotta tell ya, man, I wasn’t watchin’ her,” Tendou replied, a feminine giggle in the background making Eita frown, “Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

Eita sighed, shaking his head, “Alright, dude, just...let me know if you hear from her.”

“Hah? Why would she call me?” Satori chuckled, “Why don’t you just check on her? Better safe than sorry...I mean, she’s a cute girl, you never know what kinda scoundrels were eyeing her in that pretty little dress tonight. If i was a less honorable friend, she would be the one in my bed right now!”

Eita scoffed and hung up as his friend started cackling gleefully over the line. Eita stood up, shaking off Nana’s grabby hands as he slipped his jeans back on.

“You’re not going back to her, are you?” she pouted.

Eita sighed, “I gotta check on her. No one knows where she went off to.”

“She’s a big girl, c’mon Eita~” she purred, letting the sheet fall from her bare body as she crawled towards him.

He shook his head and threw his shirt on, grabbing his keys off of her dresser before moving to the door, “I gotta see her.”

He ignored her obnoxious whining as he bolted out the door. Any sleepiness that was in his system had evaporated at the worry he felt over you. 

The drive to your apartment was quick enough, it went by in a blur. He took two steps at a time up to your place on the 3r floor, not patient enough to wait for the elevator. 

The knock on your door made you jump. Throwing the pillow you held in your lap aside, you checked through the peephole to see a familiar head of sandy blonde hair. 

Pulling the door opened, you looked at him with wide eyes, “Eita? Aren’t you supposed to be with--”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you,” he breathed, stepping past you to enter your living room.

“And?” you laughed, shrugging your shoulders.

“I got worried! Why didn’t you go home with Satori?” he sighed, sitting on your couch with a huff.

You chuckled again, though it was humorless, “He looked like he was having fun, I didn’t want to impose.”

He sighs and relaxes against the couch. As you sit next to him, for a second things feel normal. 

You almost feel okay, as if you could forget about everything happening. It’s so easy to forget your crush on your best friend and the fact he wanted to be with another woman. 

It was easy to forget it all until it came rushing back into your face in the form of Nana. 

You and Eita were having a lunch date, as was normal for the two of you. Unfortunately, amid his retelling of a story you had heard a million times over, she showed up with an obnoxious screech of his name.

“Eita!” she squealed and rushed over to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. 

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes falling to your half-finished plate.

“Nana…” he greeted, eyes wide in shock, “H-How did you find me? What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, silly!” she chirped, taking a seat in his lap in a way that was far too comfortable. Suddenly, her gaze shifted to you and the smile vanished off of her face, “Oh, you’re here.”

“Nana…” Eita sighed but didn’t make any move to get off of him.

“What? I thought you were going to break up with her?” she whined loudly, making your cheeks burn as people looked over at the two of you, “You said you were going to dump her!”

“I--” Eita started.

“You should go,” Nana grinned at you, shrugging her shoulders as she hugged Eita closer to her, “Seriously, he’s mine now. He was fucking me at that party instead of you.”

Although nothing about your relationship that night was real, the humiliation you felt at that very moment was. She was smug that she had gotten your boyfriend to cheat on you and was making a spectacle of her victory. 

Biting your lip, you reached behind you to grab your purse, “I-I’ll see you later, Eita.”

“______ wait!” he called but you were already rushing towards the entrance. 

You had no idea that he was hot on your heels until you reached your apartment. You went to close it only for the foot to intercept it. Looking over your shoulder, you found Eita panting before he was pushing the door open completely.

“_____ I--” he paused, “Why are you crying?”

“I am?” you wiped under your eyes and frowned when you felt the moisture there, promptly wiping it away, “Sh-She completely made a fool of me, Eita. I don’t know what you ever saw in her and I don’t know why I helped you get back with her.”

“I know, look…” he ran a hand through his already messed up hair, “I feel the same, alright? I’m sorry I pulled you into all this, _____, I really am. Alright, I told her to get lost.”

You sighed and took a seat on your couch, “She only wanted you back because you’re famous now. You know that right?”

He chuckled and sat down, nodding his head, “I guess I was just...hoping for something I guess.”

“What?” you asked.

He shrugged, “I don’t really remember anymore,” he confessed. 

“Well,” you didn’t quite know what to say, simply leaning back on the couch to appear relaxed, “I always wondered why you didn’t date after her anyway.”

He shrugged once more. How was he meant to say that he didn’t want anyone impeding on his time with you? 

“I guess...no one really came along, you know?”

You nodded, “I guess it’s the same for me.”

He snorted, “You’ve never even dated anyone before.”

“You don’t have to bring that up!” you whined, playfully shoving his shoulder.

He laughed, melodic and pretty, “I think it’s cute. What’s your story then?”

“Eita, we’ve been friends since high school, you know everything about me,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks warm at the soft look he was giving you.

“Yeah but…” he bit his lip, fingers inching closer towards you, “You’re...pretty and sweet. There’s plenty of good looking guys around me that have tried flirting with you before. Hell, Satori even said he was into you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “No, none of them are right…”

“Who is right then?” he asked, unable to hide the hopefulness in his voice.

“Eita…” the smile falls from your lips, your heart hammering in your chest as he moved closer towards you, “I…”

“Hm?” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours, breath fanning over your lips.

“I...I won’t regret this, will I?” you asked. 

His breathing stuttered against your skin and he shook his head, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, “You won’t.”

After those words left his mouth, he brought your lips to his in a sweet kiss that was perfect for a first. You could tell he was experienced, knowing exactly how to move. 

There was something sweet lingering on his tongue that you found utterly addictive. 

You wish you could find it strange or even scary to wind up in bed with your best friend. The fact your entire relationship was going to be changing should have concerned you but all you felt was anticipation. 

He hovered over your body, the two of you stripping your clothes with unhurried ease. His body was firm from working out, a habit he never let go of from his time as a volleyball player. 

His hands were calloused and warm as they touched your body, caressing your breasts in a way no one ever had. The feeling of him thumbing over your nipples had your back arching in arousal, your panties becoming soaked embarrassingly fast. 

He was hard and throbbing in his jeans, the constricting material almost painful but all he really cared about in that moment was seeing all of you. 

Hooking his thumbs into the band of your panties, he pulled the material down. He cursed under his breath at the strings of slick that attached to the fabric. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, licking his lips as he tossed your panties over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in your room. 

“Sh-Shut up, don’t tease me…” you mumble, feeling embarrassed by your body’s own reaction to him.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss against your knee, “I’m not, baby. It’s sweet...I love knowing you react so honestly to me.”

“Eita…” you whined, reaching up to cover your face as he spread your legs.

“Hmm?” he bites his lip, sliding two fingers between your folds to spread them apart. 

Your hole clenched around nothing, drooling more slick for him to gather on his fingertips. He used it to rub smooth circles around your clit, the sweet moan that fell from your lips at the pleasure he so easily gave you. 

“I’ll get you nice and prepped, baby,” he cooed, the nickname making your heart soar. 

You were so wet, making it easy for him to slide two thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You clamped down tight around the digits, making his cock throb at the mere thought of what that would feel like around his hard cock. 

Twisting his wrist, he crooked his fingers up to hit your sweet spot, his thumb coming up to circle around your clit. The inexperience of your body made it so easy for him to bring you to the edge. 

You had never felt this, no one had ever touched you so intimately so your body was more reactive than ever. 

Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. He smiled, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You cumming?” he asked, though he could very easily feel your walls spasming around him. 

Still, you nodded, mouth falling open but no sound escaping, “E-Eita…”

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, fasting his pace to fuck your dripping cunt. The sounds were wet, lewd and if you were with anyone else you would have been completely ashamed. But it was Eita, the person you trusted the most in the world. He groaned as your body began to quake, “Let it go, pretty girl. Cum for me, that’s it.”

At his encouragement, you released with a shrill whine of his name. He eagerly fucked your gushing cunt through the high, only slowing when your back met the bed again. 

Pulling his fingers from your hole, he was mindful of your sensitivity. He still couldn’t resist placing a fleeting kiss against your throbbing clit before sitting up to meet you for another heated kiss. 

Your body was still trembling as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your thighs spread open around his waist. His clothed cock hovered above your sensitive core and he made sure the rough material of his jeans didn’t make contact.

“Please, Eita, c-can we…?” you asked, biting your lip, too embarrassed to utter the words.

He smiled and nodded, brushing some hair behind your ear before sitting up to discard the remaining clothing on his person. His skin was pretty, tanned and built. His cock reached his navel, dripping precum down the length which he used to easily slick his cock up with his fist. 

The sight of your best friend jerking himself off over your naked, trembling body felt beyond taboo. But it only made you more eager to have him. 

“Please, Eita...I want you,” you breathed. 

He flashed you a smile and sat up on his knees, sliding the dripping tip between your folds. Brushing past your clit, you whined at the sensitivity. 

“It might hurt a bit, pretty baby,” he whispered, positioning himself at your entrance. 

You had already guessed it. He was big just by looking at him. But nothing compared to when he began to sink into you -- that’s when his size really became apparent. 

“Ah, Eita!” you whined, digging your nails into his shoulders.

He hissed but didn’t stop you, eyes falling to where his cock was steadily stretching you open. When he got halfway in, he pulled back until the head remained within your clasping walls. With an experienced roll of his hips, he pushed his cock back in, this time easily bottoming out. 

“Fuck!” you squealed, back arching. 

He could feel you gushing, dripping down his balls. There wasn’t a single sign of pain in your features so he quickly began to move, the both of you riled up and eager to have each other completely. 

Everything felt so right, so sweet. Having him in your arms made you feel so happy. 

“You’re mine now, baby,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck, “All mine. N-No more, fuck, of this friend shit...I love you.”

“Eita,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes as you hugged him tightly against you, “I love you too. P-Please make me cum.”

“Fuck, I’ll get you there, baby,” he promised, reaching between your bodies to find your clit. Your walls immediately clamped tight around him as he played with your little bud, “C’mon. Cum for me. I wanna feel you cream, pretty baby. Can you do that for me? Show me how good this cock makes you cum.”

His filthy words, whispered in his sweet, deep voice were enough to throw you over the edge. As you squeezed around him, trembling and gushing through the amazing orgasm, he spilled within you. A soft whimper of your name fell from his lips as his balls throbbed, cock spitting out load after load until you were so filled, it dripped from your cunt. 

Finally, the both of you stilled. He leaned back to look in your eyes, tucking some damp hair behind your ear before pecking your lips. 

“I meant it, you really are mine now,” he said.

You nodded, “You’re all mine too.”

“Well,” he gave you a teasing grin, “You have to share me with my millions of adoring fans.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” you giggled, biting your lip as he pulled out, “You have thousands at most.”

“Oh, way to bruise a guy’s ego,” he laughed.

You were grateful to have him, everything with him was so easy. Everything between you was fine, perfect even. And you didn’t have to worry about ever losing him to another girl again.

[harrywritingsbyme]

A Beautiful Day

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One 

A/N: So he’s backkkk and I love him so much and y/n loves him so much and I wanted them to just have their moment. I also wanted to show y’all his cute and sweet and soft side bc he does have one and I can’t deprive y’all of that. But don’t worry, it’s filthy too😌…the ending sucks but you already knew that and this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around but you already knew that too lmao. enjoy🙃

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It was Harry’s turn to pick you guys’ date. While you were all for a cozy and cuddly night in with pizza and wine watching every movie you possibly could before either breaking for sex or falling asleep(eventually it turned out to be both), Harry had other plans. He’d spent a good part of his week planning for this date day turn night for you two. He even went as far as to take off for the entire day just so that he could spend as much time as he possibly could with you. See, even though he was constantly horny and dying to touch and be inside of you, Harry was quite the romantic. He loved having those lovey dovey couple moments with you. He loved making you smile and expressing to you just how much he loved you; and that was a lot. In fact, between the two of you, he was the first person to say I love you in your relationship. He’d been in love before, but it was never fully the way he was in love with you. With this being said, Harry made sure to do the absolute most and make it all incredibly special when it came this turn of his to plan your date together. It wasn’t a day that was marked on the calendar like a birthday or anniversary, but it was a day that Harry just wanted to completely be with you and just enjoy the time that wasn’t always readily available to you both. 

Now Harry wanted to make it as special and as much of a surprise as possible. So the night before, all he told you was what you should wear and when to be ready. Even though you felt so bad that your best friend had a fully loaded day of classes, you were so glad that she’d be away from home and busy all day. You didn’t want her to ask about why you were getting dressed up and stuff. It’s just that you felt really bad for keeping things from her, especially this. So when she told you that she had a packed day right after Harry texted you the time, you were able to let out a big sigh of relief. Plus she was going to spend some time with her boyfriend for the weekend anyways so you’d be able to stay away a bit longer.

After finishing up with your early and luckily your only class of the day, along with getting some other work done, you spent the rest of the morning getting ready for your date with Harry.  He said that he’d be picking you up around one so you were able to relax a little bit before getting into the shower and getting ready for your date. And as you’re getting ready, you make sure to keep Harry in mind. For starters, you made sure to use the body wash that had the scent that would just cling to your skin throughout the entire day. Whenever you used it and you’d be with him, Harry went absolutely wild. He was just obsessed with the way you smelled couldn’t manage to keep himself away from you. On top of that, you gave yourself a couple sprits of your perfume which just so happened to be one of Harry’s absolute favorites on you. For some reason, Harry was obsessed with your scents. He was always fixated on how good you smelled and for some reason it just made him even more attracted to you if that was even possible. And when you combined the scent of your body wash and your perfume, you struck gold. Harry had managed to supersede this obsession and become fully and even more entranced with you than he already was. And it was all because of how good you smelled. You felt similarly about Harry and the way he never missed the mark when it came to how good he smelled but he was on a pretty different level in comparison to you. 

Anyways, aside from making sure you smelled heavenly for him, you spent a good bit of time figuring out what to wear. Since Harry told you to wear something that was pretty but not fancy the night before, when you were getting ready you pretty much raided your mini collection of dresses that were hanging up in your closet. It took you a while and a few times of nearly giving up to find the perfect outfit for your date. When you made it to the dress, you were absolutely floored when you looked at yourself in the mirror. You almost forgot that you even had this in your closet and you were so thankful you didn’t because it looked amazing on you. 

When you put it on, it fit your body like a glove. The dress was a pretty and soft pastel yellow color that looked amazing against your skin and fell perfectly right below your knee. The skirt of the dress also moved right along with your movements which made you love it even more. You truly felt like a princess in this dress. Along with the color and impeccable overall style of the dress, there was one other thing that completely sold you on this one. It had more of a lower cleavage. The dress was a bit low cut in the front which allowed for you to give Harry a good view of his favorite part of your body. His number one would always be between your legs, but your chest was a very close second. He’d try to be all gentlemanly and say your heart but you always called bullshit on that one. Anyways, to take full advantage of the low cut front of your dress you make sure to properly adjust and lift your “chest” to give Harry the cleavage he’s constantly craving. You were certain that once he saw you, his mind would be racing.

By the time the clock struck one, you were all dressed, your hair and makeup was all done, and you were able to immediately answer the door when Harry knocked. When you opened the door, Harry was completely floored by your appearance. As the door in front of him opened to reveal you, Harry’s emotions and facial expressions did a quick 180. At first he was all happy and excited to see you. But once he did, he became even more excited, but for other reasons. He couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping at the sight of you. You looked absolutely stunning, Harry was in complete awe. He was so entranced with you that you had to snap him out of it, causing him to get all blushy and cute. After bringing him back to earth, he quickly gave you the small bouquet of flowers that coincidentally matched your dress perfectly along with a kiss to the cheek before whisking you out of your apartment and to the car. 

During the ride to the undisclosed date location, Harry had to continuously refuse to tell you where he was taking you two for your date. No matter how much you pouted or tried to tease him, Harry wouldn’t let up. He wanted to keep this a surprise so bad and he refused to give in to his weakness; you. It was so hard to keep it all in but Harry was determined to do so. Luckily for him, the fight to keep his plans under wraps subsided a bit after about twenty minuets into the drive. After seeing that you weren’t getting anywhere with Harry spilling the beans, you decided to just sit back and enjoy Harry and the ride. You figured that he had a big surprise or something and you didn’t want to ruin it, so you just decided just wait and see what he had in store for the two of you. For the next twenty or so minutes that were left in the ride, the two of you sat next to each other and just talked. While the two of you went on and on about any and everything, you subconsciously toyed with Harry’s fingers that are intertwined with yours, giving you something else to do while you itched with excitement to see where Harry was taking you two as the drive continued on. 

Eventually the car comes to a to a stop, signaling to you that you’d reached your destination. When you took in your surroundings and listened to what Harry had planned for you date, you couldn’t have been happier. Harry had driven you two to the most beautiful and the most romantic spots you’d ever seen to have a relaxing and incredibly romantic picnic together. It was absolutely perfect. It was tucked away from the masses but it wasn’t too far to make it uncomfortably distant. Again, it was perfect. After grabbing the pretty sizable picnic basket and blanket that he’d stashed away in the trunk, Harry grabs his hand in yours and the two of you walk down to the beautiful expanse before you to pick out the perfect spot to set up. After playfully bickering about where to settle down, you and Harry eventually agree on a spot before spreading the blanket out on the ground and unpacking the basket. As you help him take the food out, you realize that it’s everything he knew you loved. From the wine that you became obsessed with not too long after you two started dating to your favorite foods and little snacks, it was all in that basket. 

After giving him a big hug, a series of many thank you’s, and a series of even more kisses, the two of you finally dig into the food Harry packed and pick up where your conversation in the car left off. The two of you blissfully sat on the blanket enjoying what Harry so perfectly organized and enjoying your time together. It was so nice to just sit there with the man you loved and enjoy your relationship and the stunning scenery around you. Seeing your face light up as you spoke to him and enjoyed the date he’d put together made his heart completely melt and made him feel extremely proud of himself. Eventually the two of you decided to call it quits on the food so you quickly packed up everything that was leftover back into the basket, leaving the two of you more room on the blanket to relax. After a little while though, a peaceful and comfortable lull fell over you and Harry. Leaving you both quiet in each other’s presence. 

As the two of you silently sat there, Harry’s mind began to wander. He couldn’t stop the filthy visuals and ideas of the two of you from flowing through his mind. For some reason, the idea of just taking you right there in the broad daylight plagued his mind. The entire concept was nothing short of captivating to him given the fact that the two of you had to be so private with your relationship all of the time. Even though the two of you had to keep your plans for today under wraps, pleasuring you in such an open yet incredibly secluded space would break the monotony of being so private 24/7. It didn’t help that you looked absolutely beautiful today, and were just inadvertently begging him to touch you and make you feel good. 

Now this is the moment when you can really see Harry’s duality and capabilities when it comes to taking a beautiful and beyond romantic moment, and turning it into a lust and pleasure filled rendezvous. 

“Is it wrong that I want to do the filthiest things to you all because you look so beautiful.” He huffs, breaking the silence and trying to control the urge to just flip your skirt up and cram his cock into the depths of your cunt until the two of you just fall apart around one another.

“Oh my goodness Harry.” You softly laugh, completely bashful at the sudden compliment/admission. You also squeeze your thighs shut a bit because his words were a definite shock to your core. 

“M’so serious Y/n.” He deadpans, moving in closer to you and bringing his hand up to your covered thigh. 

“What would you do?” You whisper, changing the entire mood for the rest of your time together.  

“Well for starters I’d dig into these beauties.” He begins, motioning right down to your breasts that were perfectly positioned by you to make them almost spill out of your dress. “They’re just so perfect. Just love playin’ with them. Can’t wait t’play with them when I knock you up. Gonna be so much bigger and even more sensitive f’me.” He fantasizes, continuing to stare at your breasts in front of him. Salivating at the idea of your entire body swelling because of him, thinking about how your body would become even more enticing and addictive. “You do know I’m gonna get you pregnant right?” He says in complete seriousness, bringing his eyes up to yours for reassurance.

“Mhm.” You hum with a small smile. “You remind me of it all the time even though I’m still in college, we’re not married, and our relationship isn’t even out in the open yet.” You pointedly remind him through chuckle. 

“Well I’m sorry that my girlfriend, the love of my life, makes me want all of those things.” He playfully huffs, rolling his eyes in the process. 

“Well luckily for you, I want all of that too.” You remind him, pushing your head forward to close the gap between you two and press a kiss to his lips. It was supposed to be a short and sweet little kiss to tell him that you loved him and that you wanted a future with him. But you wouldn’t be a relationship with Harry if he didn’t take it to another level, before you could realize what was going on, Harry had slipped his tongue into your mouth. As he kissed you deeper he lays you back against the blanket behind you, hovering over your body to continue moving his mouth against (and inside) yours.  After gliding his tongue against yours and smacking his lips against your pillow soft ones, Harry finally lets up and lifts himself up from you. With you continuing to lie on the blanket, Harry sits down near your head and beckons for you to lift yourself a bit so that you could rest your head in his lap. “What would you do next?” You ask, wanting him to continue on and tell you all of the things he’d do to you.

“The next thing I’d do after playing with these tits of yours would be playing with your pussy.” He says, bringing the hand that was cupping you side down your thigh. He then brings his hand down to your knee before pushing it back up, only this time pushing it up underneath your dress. “You’d go crazy for how good my fingers feel inside of you. You’d just go on and on about how they’re hitting your sweet spot and how bad you need my cock.” He continues, slowly pushing his hand up between your legs. When he gets to the coveted area, Harry immediately feels around for your panties but is quick to learn that you’re not even wearing any. “No panties?” He asks, pulling the bottom of your dress up to get a look at you. He then turns his focus down between your legs to see your bare and plushy mound completely exposed to him. 

“No.” You whisper, maintaining eye contact.

“You didn’t want to wear one those cute little thongs that always get swallowed up by your cunt an ass baby? My naughty girl!” He asks, thinking back to the times where he’s either pulled your pants down or lifted your skirt to find a thin piece of string pretty much, lodged between your folds and ass.

“I just wanted to breathe a little bit down there since I shaved and all.” You softly explain, pushing down the moan that was threatening to spill from your lips as you feel Harry squeeze your cunt in his larger hand. 

“So pretty when you go all bare f’me sweets.” He admires, taking in how soft and squishy the area between your legs is. Absolutely perfect for eating and taking his cock. “I just hope you made the right decision with not wearing any panties at all baby. Don’t want you to get all that sticky cum on your pretty dress or on my seats.” He explains. Every single time he let go inside of you, Harry made a mess. 

“Is that what you’d do next?” You huff, enjoying the way he’s massaging the area between your legs while telling you all of the filthy things he’d do. You could feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter as this continued on. If you had to be completely honest, it wouldn’t be much longer before you’re begging him to fuck you.

“Mhm.” He hums, giving your cheek a little pinch with his free hand. “ I just don’t know how I’d do it. I love watching you struggle and quiver while you to take all my cock, but I also love pinning you down and making you completely helpless.” He explains candidly. 

“Maybe you could do it both ways.” You suggest through a moan. As you say this, you begin to buck up into Harry’s hand, signaling to him that you wanted more of what he’s doing. 

“You want me t’wreck you two ways baby?” He asks, amusedly watching your eyes flutter shut below him as you enjoy his hand moving around on your cunt.

“So bad.” You moan. 

“There would be so much cum too. Like you’d be overflowing with my creamy and sticky cum.” He continues, beginning to drag a finger up and down your slick folds. “When you think that you’ve pushed it all out, there will still be some in your tummy.”

As he says all of this, Harry’s cock is rock solid in his pants. With every word there was a vivid visual in his head and the desire to take and just ravish you right here right now was growing exponentially as he kept fantasizing with you. 

“Sounds amazing.” You pant, continuing to buck up into his hand.

“Want me t’do that to you sweet girl?” He coos down to you removing his hand from your cheek and bringing it to the large bump in his pants. 

“Please!” You whine.

“Then let’s go.” He agrees, immediately beginning to undo his belt. As he does this though, you move to get up from where you were lying. When you do this, Harry is quick to pull you back to where you were. 

“We’re doing this right here baby.” He chuckles, continuing on with undoing his pants to release his cock. 

“I don’t know about that Harry. We’re out in the open.” You express concernedly. 

“I mean your filthy little cunt is already out, I don’t think me fucking my cock into it will make much of a difference Y/n.” He reasons with you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Well what if someone comes?” You ask worriedly.

“The only people who are coming around here is me and you. Plus isn’t the thrill what makes it fun? If I remember correctly, you came really hard when I fucked you in that sex shop.” He continues, reminiscing on your other out in the open “excursions”. 

“I guess you’re right. What about the car?” You propose.

“I need space for what I want to do to you. Plus you’re a squirter and I don’t want cum or your juices all over my seats. ” He replies bluntly.

“Fine, I just need you so bad.” You concede, whining out for him to fulfill his promises and bucking up into his hand. 

“That’s it sweetheart.” He breathes out, finally pulling himself from his pants and giving his shaft a couple tugs. “Now suck on me, need t’get nice and wet for that tight cunt of yours.” He instructs. When he says this, your head turns right to his hardened cock. You’re instantly met with his large cock. Even though you’d taken him many times, it was still a bit daunting to see all of him before he pushes all of it into you. 

“S’so big.” You admire, continuing to moan as Harry pushes a finger into you.

“And it can be all the way inside of your tummy if you just slobber on it for a bit.” Harry reminds. When he says this, you inch your mouth forward, taking the thick crown of him into your mouth. “Thats it baby, keep going.” He encourages, removing his hand from his cock and bringing it to the back of your head to push your mouth down further. As he does this, you begin to gag a bit. You were already panting from him fingering you, now to have his cock down your throat was making it even more difficult to breathe. “Just need you to slobber on it one good time sweets, just one good time f’me.” He reassures, continuing to push down on the back of your head. Eventually you manage to take all of him in your mouth and down your throat, your nose rubbing against the hairs that were surrounding his cock. When you’ve fully taken him and have held it there for a couple seconds, Harry pulls you off his cock, leaving you in a fit of pants as you try to catch your breath.

“Can I have your cock now?” You ask through your labored breaths, feeling the pressure between your legs beginning to mount even more. 

“Yes you can doll.” He says, removing his hand from between your legs and using both to lift your body up from his legs. Before he lays you back down on to the blanket though, he unzips the back of your dress a bit just to loosen the top half up a bit. 

He then lays you back onto the blanket and moves down between your spread and a little shaky legs. Before just going right in, Harry reaches up and tugs on the loose top of your dress, pulling it down to reveal your breasts to him. Latching onto one of them and using his other hand to push his pants down a bit more and guide his cock, Harry positions himself at your entrance. When you feel him against you, your hips immediately move up, pushing your cunt back and forth against him. 

“Do you wanna get fucked or not?!” He asks sternly, immediately bringing all of your movements to a halt. “Okay then.” He huffs, going back to pushing his throbbing crown against your entrance. Wasting no time whatsoever, Harry pushes into you, sending a piercing sensation through your body.

‘Fuck Harry!” You shout as you try and push him back, feeling his large cock invade your body. 

“That’s it baby, I love it when you try and fight my cock. Looks cute.” He chuckles down at you cynically, watching as your face tightens and contorts as you try to stop him from going all the way inside. Your efforts to stop him or push him away are futile because in seconds he’s all the way inside of you. And instead of giving you any time to adjust, he just goes right into pounding you. His hips are moving at lightning speed, slamming himself in and out of your cunt while you whimper and whine and squirm below him. You could feel him pounding at your insides as he relentlessly fucked you. And it felt amazing. The pain and pleasure elements of it all were perfectly balanced leaving you feeling absolutely amazing and in a completely euphoric trance below Harry. As he continues to slam into you, Harry watches as your legs shake from the force of his thrusts. He can see your breasts moving around on your chest from the force as well. They looked so good that he could help but to suck on them. So continuing to crash his hips into yours, he leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, keeping the other between his fore and index fingers. They were so nice to just suck on as he fucked his cock into your sopping wet and desperate cunt. Harry too was in a completely euphoric state of mind. 

After switching over to the other breast and sucking on it for a little while, Harry felt like it was time to switch it up a little. He wanted to get at least one more position in before you were screaming and squirting all over him while he dumped a big load of his cum into you. So without any warning, Harry pulls his cock out of you and pushes you over onto your front. He is quick to push you down and mount you from behind so to speak. He sits on the backs of your thighs, pinning your lower body down and he cups your shoulder, applying pressure by leaning forward a bit to send you a subliminal message to stay down. And before you know it, he’s cramming himself back into your pussy, going right back to the same pattern of his original thrusts. 

All you could do was whine and claw at the blanket below you. It felt so good to be pinned down and fucked hard by Harry. The way he just did what he wanted was so good and you could feel your release barreling towards you full speed ahead. After getting some good thrusts in from behind, making sure that you weren’t going to be trying to get up, Harry removes his hand from your shoulder and brings both to either side of your ass before pulling you apart. When Harry sees this, he just looses it. His cock looked so huge as he fucked your tight cunt, he could only imagine how it felt to be stretched out like that. He continues to watch as his glistening cock moves in and out of you, quickly pushing him towards his big and much needed release.

“I wanna hear you beg me to cum in your cunt.” He leans down and growls into your ear, continuing to slam his hips into yours, shoving his cock all the way up into you. 

“I need you t’cum inside me.” You cry, feeling the warm, tight, and throbbing sensation intensifying more and more as the seconds pass by.

“Wanna be filled with me baby?” He grunts, continuing to fiercely hump you from behind. 

“So bad! M’gonna cum!” You cry out, feeling like you could explode into a million tiny pieces at any moment.

“Cum with me sweets!” He pants, delivering more static and firm blows to your from behind. Keeping his eyes on his cock inside of you, Harry gives you both one more thrust that fires you both over the edge and into your releases. 

The part of your legs that weren’t pinned down by Harry were shaking as you squirted all over Harry, the blanket, and your dress. Harry too let go of everything he had, letting go of all the cum that was stored up in his balls and ready to be released into you. 

It was truly a beautiful day. 

Masterlist 

[hyunsuks-beanie]

It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

[4dtk]

NCT127 falling in love with a s/o with a time-consuming job like a lawyer or a doctor

NCT 127 with an s/o who has a time-consuming job

this is so cute, thanks for requesting! i made this in a format in the ways that the boys might show their care when you’re so busy with your job :) long as hell LOL enjoy!!

brief spoilers for shang-chi if you haven’t watched! i just watched it this week lol it was really good

→ TAEIL would direct conversations to a more neutral stance. it’s not that he wants to talk about himself, but sometimes if you don’t want to talk about your case or patients, he easily slips into conversation about theories or his favourite tv show or your rundown of what groceries to take for the next time you head to the supermarket. just really normal small things that take your mind off the stress, especially at night when you’re laying in bed and just before you’re drifting off to sleep, the two of you would engage in a topic that you both know fairly well about and then you’re usually the first to succumb to sleep. taeil purposely picks out topic he knows will excite you (and bc he knows you’re passionate about it, he reads up on it which allows a well-balanced convo). if you’re rambling on about a topic, then he’ll occasionally play the guitar while laying down, just simple melodies that bring a lot of peace to the room.

“wait- how d’you like this melody?” taeil softly says, changing it instantly when you commented on the previous, discordant one. your nod encourages him to carry on with the plucking of his fingers while you yourself continue with your rambles. “so i’m saying right, it seems totally unfair for him, and you’d think that, right? but all he ever does is whine and moan about his misfortunes, plus his character is so terribly written i kinda feel sorry for-“

the halted melody prompts a sharp turn of your turn to the guitar, which you almost collide with, “what?” taeil only shrugs. “nothin’. just like how passionate you get about the show, it’s cute.” your boyfriend smiles after, ignoring how his words affect you and how your cheeks heat up at it.

→ JOHNNY is one to take you out after your work. it’s not to a super intense, high-energy place like a club or anything, but small little dates that won’t take up much time. eating dinner at a restaurant, walk in the park, small cafe trip, strolling through supermarket to make fun of brand names. if you’re too tired that day, he always finds a way to make your time at home fun. from setting up a small karaoke session, to maybe making a pillow fort, to trying out new cuddling positions, he has everything on his mind. always showing you things to cheer you up if you happen, from memes to funny videos. is low-key down for you to review crime/doctor shows too, just to see how accurate they nail it. your time at home is consuming endless pieces of media until your tummies hurt or you’re sniffling at a movie together.

“hold on- lemme show you this video,” johnny’s hand is outstretched to you once he finds the video and your spoon full of food is left near your mouth. you proceed to watch the low quality video which your boyfriend claims to be the funniest video on earth.

W-HOR? WAH? the girl’s finger in the video traces over the word “who” as she struggles to pronounce it, with presumably her sister in the background prompting her. the repeated pronunciation of the word makes you snort, while the wheezing and the loud NO in the background causes you to fully erupt into laughter. johnny simply smiles at another successful attempt to make you smile.

→ YUTA always has a hand on you when you return home. he brings you into a hug, he guides you by your back, you have to eat with one hand bc he can’t keep his hand off of you. he hopes his little touches will ease your tiredness even by a bit and if you don’t want it, he’ll stop, but it’s yuta’s way of showing he cares without words. busy days with yuta usually involve just sitting in silence as you catch up on a show or a series, or even listening to a song in silence and enjoying each other’s company. he will talk if you want to, but if not that’s fine too, preferring more to stroke your hair in silence and think about how much he loves you. becomes very sappy when you’re in the quiet of your room and generally is very fond of the small pockets of time you get to spend before you two fall asleep. likes that you’re so resolute in your job but can be soft around him behind closed doors.

“you comfortable?” yuta calls out, barely above a whisper as he wraps an arm tighter around you. there’s comfortable ministrations that his does with his fingers, massaging the skin under your pajamas while you snuggle deeper into his chest. humming, you tighten your hold around his top.

“i am, yeah,” you can’t care much for the tv show on the screen now, with empty takeout boxes and tissues littering the coffee table. you feel the gentle kiss of yuta on your head before you’re drifting off to dreamland to a scratchy, 60s jazz song playing through the speakers.

→ TAEYONG would always welcome you back with a table set and food ready, always. he knows that food is the way to someone’s heart and you eating his food always makes him happy and offers to clean-up. lets you shower first if you come back together, puts you before himself very often that sometimes you have to tell him to tone it down because you don’t want him ending up more tired than he already is. following up on this, taeyong would show his love by cooking your lunches for you. when he has the time he makes the effort to put it in a nice bento or box for you to eat. he also does the general chores around the house (assuming the two of you live together) so the bed will be a little less messy when you come back, the floor’s cleaner, the countertops aren’t so cluttered with stuff. even if there’s nothing to clean up, he always these small little things before you come back, and even if you don’t notice it, he sees the way you’re able to navigate the space or when you’re more at ease and it makes him smile.

“do you want to shower first?” taeyong calls out softly, admiring the clean house he’s managed to do up before he went to meet you, “i’ll just hang around until you’re done.”

“you need to prioritise yourself too, yong,” you pout, rubbing a hand up and down his forehead as you toe off your shoes, “how ‘bout we shower together? you did clean the house up pretty nicely.” that earns a grin and a kiss from taeyong, who goes straight the prepare the bath. you chuckle, “he’s already forgotten what i’ve told him.”

→ DOYOUNG supports you silently and listens to your day when you return home and talk about your patient or a case you’re working on. he gives you his own input when he sees fit but other than that he wants you to explain the details. being a doctor and lawyer is crazy and hectic and just wants you to know that you’re appreciated in the workforce. the way he might show his love when caring for a busy s/o like you is when he brings you stuff that you might’ve forgotten like an umbrella or your lunch since you were rushing out of the house earlier. he doesn’t mind going the extra mile to you literally bc it’s a win-win! you get your food, he gets to see you, etc. if not he’ll send someone over to pass it to the receptionist, or he’ll make up for it by meeting you outside the office to apologise and then ask you what you wanna do so he can make it up to you.

“did you manage to get the bento i bought you?” doyoung asks worriedly through the phone, holding up a hand to the staff member who was beckoning him to his photoshoot. “you bought so much!” you exclaim, with a shoulder to your ear, phone perched in between, “thank you doyoung.”

“’m sorry i couldn’t come over to give you your lunch today, angel. i’ll see you after you’re done with work, okay?” you smile at that, shooting a quick reply before you delved into your food.

→ JAEHYUN would honestly serve you once you come back from a busy day tbh. where taeyong does the chores around the house, jaehyun helps by doing the chores on YOU and only you. giving you massages, bringing you dinner on a tray, other unsaid things… and maybe even carrying you from room to room lol he’s relentless and just goes you need to rest, lemme help. big gentleman even when you reject him, doing smaller things like constantly checking up on you, pulling the blanket higher onto your body, cuddling you closer to his body when it’s cold. on top of that jaehyun also one that would meet you at your workplace and take you out like johnny, but those dates are extremely chill. he lets you choose, and when you’re not sure, he takes you on a night picnic at the field or a rooftop, just dinner, but outside bc the view is really nice and he likes the way you look even after a long day of working.

“where should we park our mats?” your head moves from left to right, looking for a suitable spot while you tug on jaehyun’s hand. he hums at it, searching for a spot just like you are. the wind’s blowing gently when you settle near a tree, mat occasionally flying up which you counter with your heavy laptop bag.

“any idea where we can get desserts later?” you call out as a half-joke, not expecting jaehyun to pull up his phone to instantly search for a baskin robbins. “there’s one close-by, wait here for a minute and i’ll go get one for you-“ you laugh before pulling him back down, “don’t worry! we’ll go together, plus i don’t want to be left alone.” jaehyun softly smiles, nodding along as he takes out the food he packed.

→ JUNGWOO has similar intentions like johnny, except he would just wanna stay home. where johnny’s goal is to make you laugh, jungwoo just likes doing things together at home. playing board games, folding the clothes together, making dinner together. it’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, but when he’s given free time he sometimes just likes to laze at home and rest from schedules. he sometimes takes himself out of bed to help before you come back but he’s lazy lolol. loves it when you’re both equally tired and living off 5h of sleep. it’s not romanticising the lack of sleep but your schedules just don’t allow you to sleep equal amounts of hours of sleep. through that, you’re at least able to connect over sleepy talk and droopy smiles while you make the bed or assemble a lego piece or playing video games. if jungwoo’s energetic enough he doesn’t mind doing the crazier activities but he generally prefers those activities done in semi-silence while you exchange jokes and funny videos.

“noooo- no! you only need to move three times, you’re cheating-“ jungwoo pouts and moves back your playing avatar back three spaces on the board game. you purse your lips, not expecting him to see it since he was particularly invested in the movie playing on the screen. knowing it was a shitty film, you tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted. with eyes glued to the screen a few seconds earlier, you took your chance to move down one more space in order to get the benefit on the game board.

“you’ll get to buy a house soon, honey,” jungwoo grins cheekily, laughing even more when he’s able to move four steps, landing on the square that you wanted. now it was your turn to pout as he flips the card for property purchases, happily placing it next to his five other houses. “you’re so annoying!” you say as you fall back on the bean bag, but jungwoo doesn’t believe it when he sees a smile poking out from behind the hands shielding your face..

→ MARK sends you a looooot of texts. your convos with him are just him spamming questions or sending you memes. on every platform LMAO he has tweets sent, ig dm’s are blowing up from the weirdass nct memes that some of the fans make, he uses the official nct tiktok account to send you viral trending videos and he’s like we should try this!!!! and it’s a couple doing acrobatics or some shit. he’s crazy. anyway, he just likes to share things with you, from songs, to playlists, to youtube videos or interesting topics like crime psychology or movie theories etc. he knows that you’re hardly going to see it in your job but he sees the way you react across the room when he sends you stuff so he’s sure that you’ll like it after you get off work. sometimes likes to rickroll you, he knows it’s an old trend/troll thing but the thrill of seeing your frustrated replies always make him laugh out loud. when you’re back home, the both of you review whatever you send each other and then laugh together at them.

“hey, babe, check out this video,” mark says in a text, pasting a twitter link to a video. the video starts out interesting enough, mentioning something about a fun fact with stunning visuals has you wanting to learn more. when the guy in the video starts on his first word, the video immediately changes to rick astley with never gonna give you up. you mutter a small fuck under your breath, gaining a bit of attention from your colleagues during lunch break.

under the table, you flip him off in a picture, which he responds with a big smile of his that’s obviously teasing you for falling for it. you’re going to get it when i get back home!!!!! on a new high, you text the message and set your phone down, already excited for the evening where’d you be able to spend your time with him.

→ HAECHAN is a mix of everything kinda. he’d bring you out after work sometimes and other times likes to stay at home, mainly takes you out to eat after work, but that’s the extent of his after-work-escapades, he doesn’t want to tire you out too much. i think one prominent things he likes to do to is vlog to you, send you videos of what he’s doing on set or at home and just treats your convo like a bank for endless videos. y’know how there’s this video feature in telegram? he sends sooo many of those that you have the time of your life watching those on the ride back home. if you have time, you HAVE to facetime him during your lunch break and tell him how you’re doing and how’s your work coming along. do i have to kick someone’s ass for making you feel uncomfortable? is that patient being creepy again? and you have to explain that haechan, no, that patient is an elderly you cannot beat his ass. he’s like i don’t care, creepy dudes are not excused!!! and you can’t help but smile at that. always wants to be talking to you, close to you. if one day, you’re able to bring him to your job, this man follows you around like a lost puppy and just admires what you do, it’s endearing.

“ah, wait- you know how the sister, xia ling was sent to shut down the ten rings army? well… i just reviewed some of the articles and-“ the video cuts into the next one, haechan’s face zoomed in as he looks straight into the camera, “y’know, she might become a villain one day, i don’t know. maybe i should review some of the comics too?”

“anyway! come look at our set for the music video! it’s sexy, outfits are fire, sets are so good, the choreo this time isn’t too hard, either.” haechan asks the other members to wave as he passes them by, no doubt going his own make-up and hair after the others were already done, “okay, gotta go- love you bye!” you smile at that, texting a quick reply before you open up a video of your own, whispering through the speaker with a promise that you’d see him tonight.

[itsallyscorner]

This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

💌.

Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

(Gif from Pinterest)

The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

[universallychaoticpan]

This can't happen

Hawks x afab!reader

For context, the reader also has wings like hawks bc I'm basic like that

Angst to fluff/comfort

Warnings: some cursing, descriptions of torture, mentions of blood, etc

No

No

It couldn't have happened

There was no way

He swore to you the day he married you he would never let anything hurt you, never let anything take you from his side. And his resolve to keep that promise only got stronger when you announced you were pregnant, his eyes lighting up with pride and joy as he imagined a future with you, with a child, having something real to fight for. Yeah, he'd promised you.

But now, those same golden eyes were dark with anger, pupils slit so dramatically he really did look like the birds of prey his quirk originated from, ready to hunt and even more prepared to kill. Around him, your apartment was in shambles, the chairs and table flipped onto their sides, one lying in pieces all over the room. Feathers colored in the soft grays and creamy white of barn owls littered the room, the remnants of a struggle obvious as Keigo surveyed his surroundings. One this was for sure: you were gone, most likely in danger from the look of it, and taken from the 'safety' of your own home. What made it worse was that it wasn't just you missing. It wasn't just your life that was in danger. It was your child's as well, and Keigo wasn't about to spend another second waiting around when he could be looking for you.

/////

The glare of the lights in your eyes made you wince, the sudden shift from darkness into piercing brightness making your head spin more than it already was. You were securely tied to a crude metal chair, your wings restrained behind you, an unnaturally bright bulb positioned above your head. You could feel blood dripping down the corner of your mouth, feel a nasty bruise blossoming at your temple from where they'd hit you earlier, dragging you from your apartment to wherever you found yourself now. Blood dripped into your eyes from a vicious cut at the side of your head, and you ached all over.

You could hear people shifting around you, maybe two or three, whispering in the darkness that lay outside your little circle of light. Even though they tried to be quiet, you could pick out little pieces of their conversation.

That's the one? Hawks's little whore?

What do you think, idiot? How many people you see runnin around lookin like her?

So now what? We just keep her here till they come to collect?

They haven't told us anything else, so I guess so.

Slowly, they stepped closer and closer to you, until you could see them both clearly. They had cruel faces with sharp features, but that was where the similarities ended. One was tall and lanky, head bald and shiny above his long nose. The other was shorter, with cartoonishly slicked hair clinging greasily to his scalp. The pair looked like villains out of a movie, so exaggerated they didn't look real, and you would've laughed if the situation had been any different. If you weren't currently sitting in some unknown location, alone, with two men who looked quite ready to hurt you for no reason other than boredom.

Your suspicions were soon confirmed as baldy turned to his partner, a faux pout on his lips.

"So we just wait then? But I neeeeed something to doooooo. I'm sooo bored and she's right here..."

He trailed off, eyes fixating as he leered down at you. You glared back, biting your tongue to keep from saying something you'd most likely regret later.

"I don't care, dambass, do what you want. Just don't let er get out, and don't kill er. Obviously we don't get payed if the target is a fucking corpse."

His partner walked away muttering, the sound growing quieter and quieter until it was followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.

Shit. Now it was just you and baldy.

He wasted no time, sending your head reeling to the side with a swift punch, the gaudy rings on his fingers cutting into your skin even more. He continued his barrage of never ending pummels, and soon you couldn't stop the chorus of sharp cries and wails that escaped your throat as your vision blurred. Somehow, you knew you were crying, the tears mixing with blood as they streamed down your face.

And suddenly it stopped. You hoped, foolishly, that he had decided to let up. That was, until of course, you felt the severe point of a silvery knife blade up against your jugular, pressed so tightly to your skin that you feared the slightest movement would cause it to pierce the delicate skin of your throat.

"Now, look how pretty you look. Practically a work of art! And you know what they say. Artists should always sign their work"

Without another word, he moved the blade down to the skin over your collarbones, cutting in deep, quick strokes and laughing sadistically as you sobbed. Your front was covered completely in blood, as your voice shook with pleas for him to stop. Not that you really expected him to. You felt your head grow lighter and lighter with each second, hanging lowly against your chest as your tormentor continued to laugh.

But just before you blacked out, a crash sounded from the same direction as the door had slammed shut earlier, and an enraged roar rang throughout the building. Distantly, you could see bright flashes of scarlet, red as the blood in your eyes, feel hands ripped away from you, and hear the knife clatter to the floor at your feet.

Quite suddenly, there was quiet again. Quiet, the fuzzy colors and muted sounds mixing in your head under an awful ringing that sounded in your ears,in your brain. Somewhere, you felt the ropes around you break, felt hands steady you against the warmth of someone's body before a familiar voice spoke to you.

Shit, y/n, stay awake, please. We're gonna go and get help but you have to stay awake. Don't close your eyes, just focus on my voice. Dammit, I'm gonna kill whatever bastard came after you like this, but I gotta get you and the baby home first-

And despite the awful pain everywhere in your body, you smiled a little as you passed out. You knew those hands, that voice. They were the same ones that held you as you slept, the one that spoke comforting words when you were inconsolable.

You were safe. And you knew that was long as Keigo was by your side, you would always be safe.

/////

This is a little different than some of my other stuff, but I liked the idea and I hope you do to. I'm thinking about making a hurt/comfort part 2 to this, so if you're interested let me know or just keep an eye out for that. Thank you for reading <3