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I want to kiss you — キスしたい

G. Satoru — さとる ⋅ fem reader

NOTE : there's more parts planned for this, i just wanted to get at least this continuation out ✌️ it's maybe gonna be a bit of a slowburn thing, bc personally i love anticipating the buildup of two characters kissing. and also ugh i have such cute ideas in the drafts for this! like you and him using a magnetic drawing board to write down things that you take turns deciphering. and him writing a whole diary of his thoughts that he wishes he could voice to you, that he gives to you when you're leaving at the end of your visit 🥺 anyways!! lmk if you want to be tagged for any continuations pwease i'd value ur engagement very much !!

SUMMARY — you and Satoru falling in love despite a language barrier.

WARNINGS — slight underlying romantic tension between you and Suguru sooo potential love triangle?! one bed trope (you + Satoru), ik google translate is inaccurate but 🤷‍♀️ oh well

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🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

A continuation of this post

Satoru's never really been in love before.

Sure, in high school he experienced crushes and a handful of dates. But the crushes were shallow and short-lived, and the dates were lousy and forgettable.

But you? Well it's funny, see, you live on a whole different continent and can't speak his language, and yet to him you're as unforgettable as the scent of spring.

His feelings for you seep into his skin slowly, beautifully; and yet he can't express a single one to you because he too can't speak your language.

During late-night video calls, Suguru tries to bridge the gap between you and his best friend. And in your group chat, both Shoko and Suguru combine their skills to help you and Satoru understand each other. They do it because they see how badly the both of you want to know more about each other; especially Satoru.

Satoru has never been so infatuated before; never quite so curious and unashamedly intrigued with someone else. You're all he thinks about day and night.

When you speak, he desperately strains his ears. When you text, he consults the dreaded Google translate. And he's always nagging Suguru to translate everything, because he wants to know your every thought and expression.

Around a year and a half after meeting you, Satoru realizes something when he's lazing in his bed with his fluffy white cat curled up on his stomach as it rises and falls with his gentle breathing.

He likes you.

On call, when you giggle at the cat's fluffy tail blocking the webcam, Satoru thinks;

あなたの笑いが大好きです I love your laugh.

When talking about you with Suguru, he receives a little teasing smirk from him.

あなたは彼女が好きですよね？ You like her, huh?

During lonely nights, he scrolls through your socials and stares longingly at photos of you, ones where you're hanging out with your real-life friends or family.

とても羨ましいです。私も彼女に近づきたいです。 I'm so jealous. I want to be close to her, too.

Listening to you attempt to speak Japanese on a call while him and Suguru are on a walk around Tokyo, he thinks;

私の言語であなたの声を聞くのが大好きです。 I love hearing your voice in my language.

Any photo of your face that you personally sent him, he looks at with heart eyes and saves immediately.

キスしたい。 I want to kiss you.

He'd be lying if he said he never pressed his lips to his screen and closed his eyes, pretending he was kissing you.

Satoru thinks poetically about you. He pens down these elaborative thoughts into his diary that he plans to give you one day. Maybe then you can get an idea of how deeply he thinks about you.

But even if he could speak English fluently, or you could speak Japanese fluently, he's sure neither language could be descriptive enough when it comes to his feelings for you.

He tries so hard to learn some phrases in anticipation of your upcoming visit, but all he can say when he meets you for the first time at Haneda airport is;

"Hi."

And he waves cutely.

"Hi!" you giggle, waving back.

And all at once, there's a bunch of thoughts buzzing in his head. He's looking at you like he's captivated. Even if he knew any solid English, he's sure he'd be speechless anyways.

実物の彼女はもっと美しい、信じられない。 She's even more beautiful in real life, I can't believe it.

彼女が何を言っているのか全く分かりませんが、いい感じですね。耳元で聞く彼女の声だけが私が望んでいたものです。 I have no idea what she's saying, but it sounds good. Her voice in my ear is all I wanted.

なぜ彼女は私ではなくスグルを抱きしめたのでしょうか？その瞬間は混乱の渦だったのでしょうか、それとも彼女は私を抱きしめたくなかったのでしょうか？ Why did she hug Suguru instead of me? Was that moment a whirlwind of confusion, or did she just not want to hug me?

When you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, the boys wait for you in their seats at the little airport cafe. The neon sign glows yellow above, plants hang from the ceiling; it's a busy place.

They're talking about you over their beverages.

Satoru groans dramatically, throwing his head back, fluffy hair flopping cutely.

"Oh Satoru," Suguru chuckles, "What's the matter? Why the groan?"

"I want to hug her."

Suguru's heart melts. "Then hug her. She doesn't bite. I think she wants to hug you, too."

"But then why didn't she hug me like she hugged you earlier? Maybe I don't seem huggable to her..."

"It was a rushed moment, she had just arrived you know? Don't overthink. Satoru, just hug her."

Satoru lets out a long, stifled noise that's a mix between a groan and a sigh. He tilts his whole body back, balancing precariously on the plastic chair. Rubbing his eyes until he sees some phosphenes, a habit he did when he was nervous. Suguru notices.

"Are you nervous?" Suguru asks tenderly.

"Really nervous. She's prettier in real life. I don't know what to do with myself." he admits quietly.

"Yeah, she is, haha. Oh, there she's coming back now — や!"

"や!" you returned, giggling.

That was Suguru's 'thing'. It's cuter in real life, seeing how his eyes curve up into a smile when he says it. There are details on his face that you didn't notice through the screen; he has an attractive trio of moles on his lower cheek, and when he smiles the left side of his lips curls up more to reveal some of his upper gum.

Satoru's heart beats a little harder when you sit closer to him. He's thinking;

Yay, 彼女は私の隣に座っています。 She is sitting next to me.

"Suguru, ask her if we're taller than she expected." Satoru asks suddenly. You just hear his voice next to you and it gives you tingles — there was a quality to his voice that only revealed itself in real life. An endearing voice crack accompanies the middle of his sentence.

"Satoru asks if we're taller than you expected." Suguru asks you, habitually resting his chin on the palm of his hand while taking a long sip on his iced tea.

"Yeah! Actually, I was surprised, because I thought you and Satoru were the same height, but Satoru is very slightly taller... " you say.

Satoru is listening curiously, waiting expectantly for Suguru's translation. And then it comes, and Satoru smirks at you.

"Yes." he nods, "(Suguru, how do I say I'm taller?) — I'm taller."

You let out a short and sweet ha-hah that makes even Suguru's heart feel a little something.

Each time you laugh, Satoru's thinking;

私はあなたの笑いが本当に大好きです。。。 I really love your laugh.

You three leave the airport for your hotel, so you can check in. It's almost midnight, your plane landed late. Though he thought he'd be tired, considering he's not a night owl like his best friend, Satoru is energetically striding next to you, teasing you and laughing with you and throwing hand gestures to try and communicate better. Suguru's fondly eyeing the two of you out, admiring how your chemistry comes to life so beautifully — this is what his best friend wished about for so long; to be at your side. Now he's getting to truly enjoy your company. The dreamy-eyed exchanges between you and Satoru make Suguru think that the two of you ought to be in a novel one day, with how pure and wholesome your story is unfolding right now.

Though, he can pick up on Satoru's frustrated stuttering when he fails to communicate with you. Suguru doesn't mind being the translator, nor does he mind bridging the gap between the two of you; Satoru's nagging can never bother him.

They help you out when you're checking into reception at the hotel, but then suddenly...

"... oh, that's not good. He said your reservation got cancelled." Suguru tells you.

"What!" you panic, "Why?"

Suguru inquires further for you, and finds out that it's because of overbooking.

So you groan, the three of you walking out of the hotel lobby, standing in the glow of the light coming through its glass doors. Satoru silently offers to take care of your suitcase, attentively noticing how tired you'd become from pulling it around.

"Thank you..." you tell him.

"Mm." he nods.

Suguru is quick to offer that you stay at their apartment. "... if you're comfortable with it. Just for the night, until you can find another booking elsewhere. Or if you want to stay by us for the whole month, that's okay too — just mind the cat."

"Suguru... thank you. I'm sorry to be intrusive."

"You're not being intrusive, don't worry. And anyways, I think Satoru will be excited to know that you're staying with us. He was bummed out when he learned that you were gonna stay at this hotel, since it's a bit far from our apartment."

Satoru looks at the two of you curiously after he hears his name mentioned.

"She's staying with us." Suguru tells him. You quietly appreciate his voice, and how soft it becomes when he speaks to Satoru.

"Yay!" Satoru says with a very cute thumbs up. You can hardly believe that this man is older than you.

"Tell him he's cute." you request to Suguru.

"Tell him yourself." he teases.

"No! That's embarrassing! Ah, never mind."

Satoru already knows what you said, though, his ears picked up on that he's cute and your words repeat in his head like his favorite song while the three of you walk the streets at night. He feels dreamy.

There is something indescribably welcoming about Japan that you realize while heading across the street, looking at the faces passing by. It's clean. The lights glow warm and bright. The buildings stand tall, but not intimidatingly so. When you pass by chattering people, you wish you knew what was being said.

The three of you have to take the train to get to their apartment. While boarding it, a cute little exchange happens between you and Satoru that you can't quite explain, but it makes the two of you laugh shyly and look away.

Now squished into a seat at the very edge, another cute little exchange happens between you and him. Satoru is talking up at Suguru, who opted for holding onto the train handles after giving up his seat for an older woman.

Satoru uses lots of hand gestures even when speaking Japanese, his big hands fly around, dramatizing whatever he's saying — and then he accidentally flattens his palm right on top of the back of your hand.

Satoru's quick to remove his hand and giggle it off, but Suguru is even quicker to let out a teasing "ooh, cute" when it happens, so the two of you get completely flustered.

Satoru's heart thumps and throbs for the whole train ride. You swear you can feel a tension between your hands as they rest palms-flat on the seats, less than an inch away; you can feel his warmth, and he can feel yours.

But then the train ride is over, and before you know it Suguru's thumbing his key into the lock of the apartment door. It rattles, the door opens, and the automatic light comes on in the genkan.

"Just a sec — gonna see where Mint is. Make yourself at home." Suguru tells you quickly, voice shaking as he shimmies out of his shoes, and then he disappears down the hall to find the mentioned cat.

Satoru hears the name 'Mint' and gets the idea of what Suguru said based on that.

He nimbly unlaces his Converse, and leans down to neatly tuck them into the corner of the genkan, purposefully next to your shoes.

Then he straightens his body out, and you two have a small comedic exchange as you both notice the height difference between you and him.

"Uh..." he looks down at you. "Water?" he asks after thinking for a moment.

Your heart lurches at his thoughtfulness. "Yes, please."

"Mhm." he hums self-consciously.

He wonders if his accent sounds weird to you. Suguru's reassured him plenty times in the past that it sounds cute and oddly British, but he doesn't really believe that.

Satoru leads the way into the kitchen, clicking the lights on as he goes. And you follow. Such a simple moment makes him feel fluttery.

And then you drink some water with him in the tiny, cramped kitchen that's much too small to accommodate two people. You wonder how Suguru and Satoru can stand in it at the same time if even you and Satoru can't manage it without bumping elbows. He chuckles apologetically.

Ah, the kitchen scene. What a movie scene it is between the two of you.

"Uhhh..." he seems to be skimming his mind for any piece of English vocabulary, getting nervous as you blink at him, waiting for him to speak.

He holds up one finger, then pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. He's a very simple, yet stylish dresser; jeans and a white shirt that's much too big for him. He is truly so opposite to his best friend's fashion that it makes you smile to yourself. Suguru's quite showy with his style, and you can tell he puts a lot of effort into his hairbun, too. But Satoru? Messy hair, in fact so messy that it looks like bed hair even though he did especially brush it and style it for you.

"Okay..." Satoru mumbles, typing things into his phone. Then he gives it to you, and you look at the screen.

飛行は乱気流でしたか？ Was the flight turbulent?

You type your response. He watches you. And oh how he watches you — he looks lovestruck. His eyes are full of wonder. His mind reads like poetry.

He reads your reply when you hand him back his phone.

It was. I realized that I hate airplanes. そうでした。私は飛行機が嫌いだということに気づきました。

He nods. "Scary."

"Yeah." you nod too.

Satoru hesitates.

He's still bitter that Suguru got a hug and he didn't; it's on his mind. He just wants to ask you, but a deep-rooted shyness holds him back.

That is, until you look up at him.

あなたは私を見上げようとしてとても頑張っています。かわいい。 You're trying so hard to look up at me. Cute.

His whole body buzzes with the desire to hug you. He's had dreams of meeting you in person, of hugging you, of kissing you.

The two of you feel your bodies naturally pull together, as if subconsciously desiring to embrace, so it just happens. It just happens.

And you hug and he thinks to himself;

これは私が今まで経験した中で最高の瞬間です。 This is the best moment I've ever experienced.

You can feel his heartbeat and he can feel yours. For a moment, the world around you becomes a dream; and you and Satoru are the only things that truly exist. Everything in the world except your love seems fake, unreal.

You hear him swallow like he's choking up. Then he sniffles a bit.

泣かないで。泣かないで。 Don't cry. Don't cry.

くそー、泣いちゃうよ。彼女はとても柔らかいです Damn, I'm gonna cry. She's so soft.

And you break away to laugh sympathetically, he feels a bit embarrassed.

He's crying so softly that it makes your heart lurch.

Your bodies aren't separate for long, because he dives right back in for another hug in an attempt to quench the thirst from deep within his desirous soul. This time he squeezes tighter; you can feel the tones of his torso and the firmness of his bicep muscles as they press against your sides.

He sniffles again, the sound makes your heart lurch again.

あなたに言いたいことがたくさんあるのですが、どうやって伝えればいいのか分かりません。 There are so many things I want to say to you, but I don't know how.

でも、このハグで私の感情を感じていただければ幸いです。 But, I hope you can feel my emotions in this hug.

And you can; that's how closely connected the two of you feel in that moment. You can feel the emotions radiating from him, permeating throughout the air and seeping into your skin.

You can feel that he likes you. And he can feel that you like him back. It's fascinating to you, because before him you've always been saying I love you and I like you and will you date me? to people, or been on the receiving end of those phrases. But those words are unnecessary for you and Satoru. In fact, they're futile.

If he would say I love you, it would just be an accessory to his already evident love.

Then a sudden embarrassment pries the two of you apart, and you both start giggling to cope with it.

"Sorry... a bit much?" he mutters, half-sure of what he's saying.

"No, not enough." you tell him. He kinda understands what you meant, and feels fluttery. His nose is reddened from crying. He quickly pats his tears off with the base of his hand.

It's like your bodies hate being apart now, you and him can tell by each other's body language. Now at least that's one language both of you became fluent in, despite only being in each other's company for a few hours.

He looks at you. And you flick your brows up and make a funny face, as if to ask him what he's looking at. And he looks away with a bashful laugh, as if to apologize.

The romantic tension is so thick in the air between you two that when Suguru comes back, he feels it hit him like a wave.

おお。さっきまで彼女と一緒にいたとき、世界の存在を忘れていた。 Oh. When I was with her just a moment ago, I forgot the existence of the world.

"That cat is a menace. A menace." Suguru complains.

"What happened?" you ask.

" 'Got scratched." he holds up his hand, showing off the Hello Kitty adhesive across his knuckles. "Anyways, It's late. Are you tired? Satoru's gonna sleep with me, and you can have his room. Unless you want my room. I dunno. You can choose."

"Ooh... I haven't seen your room now that I think about it, except for that one video of you two pillow fighting."

Satoru's already starting to feel a small bit of jealousy and frustration, because he has no idea what you two are talking about.

Suguru's quick to notice this, and translates with a quick tongue.

"Tell her my bed's comfier than yours." Satoru says smirkingly.

"Wow, rude — Satoru says my bed is comfier than his." Suguru lies, refraining from laughing at his own mischievousness.

"Ah, I don't care, I'll be grateful for any bed... ah, actually can I use the bathroom to freshen up a bit?"

"Like I said, make yourself at home."

"Thanks..." you smile.

So Suguru leads the way to the bathroom for you, and you lock yourself in there to freshen up for a while. You sniff your shirt and smile — you smell Satoru's subtle scent on it.

The boys are fussing over the bed situation.

"Don't we have an extra futon stuffed away somewhere, the one Shoko left here?" Satoru thinks out loud.

"Ohhh, you're right." Suguru nods, looking for it.

"Anyways you embarrassed me!" Satoru pouts.

"Haha, did I?" Suguru pulls out the futon from the tippy-top shelf.

"Yeah, earlier you showed off how good you can speak English." Satoru grumbles.

They're softly grunting as they ruffle blankets and pillows.

"Oh, I guess I did. Sorry." he admits, "gosh, maybe if you would have learned a little something in preparation for her visiting then — "

"I did learn stuff! I learned... how to write." Satoru interrupts defensively.

"But why didn't you learn some common phrases?"

"I don't like my accent when I speak, alright." Satoru admits, huffing as he dives into the bed, ruining the artful neatness that Suguru just put so much effort into creating

"Okay, fair enough — oh my god, why would you do that, are you twelve? Oh hey, Y/n." Suguru smiles. "Satoru ruined your bed."

"Oh — two futons? Am I sharing with you or Satoru?"

Satoru rears his head at you from the pillow, looking very cat-like right then with his fluffy white hair. You can tell he's struggling to stay awake as the hour pushes onto two in the morning. He hasn't stayed up this late since he had a video game addiction and played all night with Suguru. Keeping his eyes open was a grand feat.

"No, you get to have two futons." Suguru teases, "Princess treatment."

"Haha, shut up. Be serious."

"Well, you can share with whoever you want or Satoru and I can sleep here together. Whatever you're more comfortable with."

"Didn't you once complain that you hate sharing beds with people?" you giggle.

"Mmm, yeah, but I don't mind if it's with you. Satoru's a cuddler. He also kicks in his sleep."

"That's so cute — well, let's ask — ... hey, I think Satoru fell asleep. Satoru?"

And surely enough, Satoru is asleep; he fell asleep to the sound of your voice without meaning to.

"He's not used to staying awake this late." Suguru tells you, softening his voice so he doesn't wake the cat Satoru.

"That's so sweet. He's really so sweet." you tilt your head admiringly.

You and Suguru are just alone there together, gushing over how cute Satoru looks when he has his cheek squishing into a pillow and his lips pouty and puffy in that sleep-like manner.

A long, nice silence settles in the room. You admit to Suguru that you're feeling a bit too wired to sleep just yet.

"I can stay up with you."

"No, it's okay. You look tired, you should sleep."

"I just always look tired. The night is early, anyways. I usually brood until four in the morning, you know me."

You smile at him, and he has to look away before he swoons. There's a small tension between the two of you, but the both of you force yourselves to ignore it.

The two of you assume a comfortable position on the futons, chatting as if you're not emotional about the fact there's no screen separating the two of you.

"Satoru's never been an insomniac, but in the week leading up to your arrival, he couldn't sleep at all. We'd stand in the kitchen together at midnight, talking about all the things we planned to do when you got here. I've never seen him so excited in a long time... it's really heartwarming to see."

"Really?" you blink at Suguru. He side-eyes you for a prolonged moment, then looks at Satoru who continues to sleep indisturbedly.

"Yeah. You know, he's such an idiot, actually. Because I told him to learn some phrases and instead he learned how to write English."

"That's a start! I mean, look at me, I can barely say a damn thing..." you mutter with lighthearted shame.

"Maybe that doesn't matter at all... I mean, with the kind of chemistry you and Satoru share, there's not much need for words." Suguru says.

You feel your face warm up a bit when he says that. "What do you mean?"

He wiggles his brows. "Oh come on, you know what I mean. I could feeeeel the tension in the kitchen earlier."

"Huh!"

He smirks and begins to tease, "I've never seen two people flirt so much and yet use no words."

You chuckle shyly. "Really...?" you look fondly at Satoru, who's become more curled up by now, face half-hidden under the blanket.

There's a long silence. You're looking at Satoru. Suguru's looking at you as if spellbound. And then he snaps out of it, and reanimates himself.

"Anyways... we should probably get some good sleep if we wanna drag you around on a tour tomorrow. I want your first impression of my home to be how good the food tastes here."

"Ooh, a food tour around Tokyo? Sounds nice. Won't it be too hot tomorrow, though?"

"It'll be fine." he says surely, "Anyways, are you sure you'll sleep here with Satoru? Like I said, he's a cuddler. He will cuddle you in your sleep."

"It's okay. I don't mind." You giggle.

"M'kay, goodnight then."

"Mhm, see you tomorrow." you say, standing with Suguru.

"Wow." he suddenly exclaims when he looks at you.

"Hm?"

Suguru stops on his way out the door, he seems taken aback. "I can't believe you're actually right here. I'm so used to pressing a red button and you vanishing from my screen." he laughs in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm still a bit in disbelief, too. I feel like I'm in a dream and not standing right in front of you."

Suguru smirks. "Mm... well."

He leans down to hug you, pressing your smaller body against his chest with a lovingness that you never envisioned he would possess.

"Have you ever tried to hug someone in a dream? It's pretty difficult." he jokes.

"N-no, haha." you chuckle nervously against his neck. He feels your laughter on his skin, and pulls away before he lets that tingly feeling spread across his chest.

"Goodnight." he murmurs.

"Goodnight." you mumble back.

You're glad when he disappears into his own room, because you felt like you were melting in his alluring presence. A boy as sultry as that requires you to take a breather.

Satoru draws your attention by letting out a sigh in his sleep. You head into the bed.

Though there's a distance between you two, somehow it closes, and Satoru rolls right over onto your futon.

Oh, he is indeed a cuddler, you think. You feel a warm arm suddenly hugging your waist as Satoru changes position, and you hear sleepy lip smacks; his face is very close. You can feel his sweet, warm breath on your face.

There's a comforting, human intimacy about sharing a bed with him. He's so gentle when he sleeps. His hair falls over his eyes, his lashes shudder as his eyes do that sleepy twitching thing.

He looks angelic.

You wonder what dreams he's having. And well, actually he's having dreams of kissing you. How coincidental that you were staring blinkingly at his pouty lips, wondering just how long it will take for the both of you to just — just kiss.

Roaming his features in the dark, you find aspects of his beauty that you never saw before through the screen. He's got a tiny scar above his eyebrow, that must be the one Suguru told you about — the one he got as a child when he fell out of a tree. You remember making a joke "but I thought cats always land on their feet?" and when Suguru translated that, Satoru laughed.

There's slight freckling under his eyes, and slight indents of eyebags stemming from the inner corner of his eye.

And yes, how could you not admire those lashes. They were more beautiful in person. You could count each one if you wanted to, that's how closely he slept to you.

Listening to his soft breaths nearly lulls you to sleep, but then he suddenly cuddles closer and whines in his dream.

Oh, that's close close, you think.

His torso is pressing completely against your side, his body melting into yours like it was made for you. Two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.

His leg comes over yours, and his muscular thigh nestles between your two thighs. It makes you aware of just how attractively long his legs are.

He completely entrapped you with his sleepy embrace.

The warmth of his gentle breathing tickles your cheek, and the tip of his nose slightly dents into your skin. Now that's when you fall asleep. When he's completely melted against you, snuggled up like a cat.

He stirs awake after a few hours of heavy sleep, and for a split second in that groggy wakeful mind fog, for some reason he thinks he's laying next to his wife. So he squeezes you tenderly and cuddles more affectionately.

Oops, he thinks, and pulls away a little out of embarrassment. But once he falls back into dream land, his body subconsciously goes right back in for those sleepy cuddles.

Now the morning dawns over, and you wake up to two bleary, blinking blue eyes right up close to your face...

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baby daddy jason for when the one parent-teacher conference the sweet unassuming teachers like “mrs. Todd” and you’re “uhhh we’re not married”, but Jason, despite not being up to the commitment, likes the idea. He definitely would not correct the teacher like you immediately would.

Actually idk where I was going with this I had an idea but then it kinda stopped soz

MINORS DNI 18+

You’re not even sure how it happened. In your opinion, it’s best that BABY DADDY!JASON TODD stay far away from you and your daughter. Maybe he sifted through your mail the last time he snuck in, maybe he intercepted your calls, maybe he followed her to school to add himself to her emergency contacts—all completely feasible when dealing with someone so meticulously thorough and annoyingly committed. You’re face to face with him outside your daughter’s teacher’s door.

“What are you doing here?” you seethe in a whisper, avoiding a scene.

Jason’s face twists in feigned confusion, pointing to the flyer on the wall. He reads out its words as his finger follows along, “‘Parent teacher conference.’” He points to himself finally. “Parent.” A smug curl forms on his lips, standing tall in outsmarting you even though it’s not what you asked.

Your nostrils flare as you suck in a breath. Unfortunately, Jason is exceptional at getting on your nerves. You wonder how he managed knocking you up. Advancing on him, he mirrors you, meeting you in the middle as you engage him, “Jason, I don’t want you here—“

The door swings open, and you jump in place, leaning away abruptly. Jason coolly inclines back, shoving his hands in his pockets, he’s got nothing to hide. Your daughter’s teacher greets you both with a cheerful grin, beckoning you in. “You made it! Come on in, come on in.” You exchange a warning glance with Jason, but you clutch your purse strap and duck in while he trails leisurely after.

The meeting goes well, the teacher rants and raves about your daughter, especially about her art skills, showcasing that talent with pictures of it. You open your mouth to speak, but Jason beats you to it, “Takes after her mother, huh? What do you know?” he says with pride, and you witness a genuine grin on his lips as he leans forward to take a closer look at the mess of glitter and stickers in the teacher’s hands.

Your heart skips a beat, and you fiddle with your hands in your lap. One reason you try to stay away from Jason is because of times like these. Makes you second guess your decision to end things with him, and that’s exactly what’s most dangerous.

“So, Mrs. Todd—“ the teacher’s voice breaks you from your stupor, gaze snapping up to her as you furrow your brows.

“Oh, we’re not married.” you object, interrupting her starkly, and she flushes, setting the artwork down with a nervous smile.

“Oh! My mistake. You two just seem so close…”

Jason sighs, raising an arm to wrap around the back of your chair. “Well, not yet.” he says with certainty, and you turn your attention to him, glancing at his arm placement and how the sleeve of his biker jacket brushes your hair. His hand cups your shoulder, which you stare at, and glare when he starts stroking your skin with his thumb. What makes you the most angry is not the entitlement to touch you—which he’s always had—but how he’s clearly messing with you on purpose. This is just like his brand of cruelty, embarrassing you further in a social situation. You tune out whatever crap he’s telling the teacher about the fake wedding and you peel his arm away from you, shoving it back into his lap.

“No, that’s not happening.” you object again, harsher this time and Jason merely scoffs through his nose as you deal with the poor confused teacher.

After the meeting, you’re practically corralled out of that room bickering. You somehow end up on the back of his bike instead of in the car you drove here. Somehow, further, letting him inside your place. Shouting over each other about how inconsiderate he is, and how serious you are, curtly removing your outerwear.

“Would it really be that bad?” he yells, that loud voice that gets you weak in the knees booming through your apartment. You’re lucky your babysitter still has your daughter. “Being married to me, would it really be that bad?”

“It’s not about that, Jason! You know that!”

Your objections are drowned out in how his big body herds you into your bedroom, how his hands push you down to rip off your jeans. How he palms your mouth to shut you up while he’s kissing on your neck, clumsily searching for the give in between your legs. His tip eases in as you lazily bat at his hefty shoulders and thick biceps. “Don’t wanna be Mrs. Todd, huh?” You relax under him the longer he’s inside you, rutting into you with patience as you jerk your head away from him. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t want my name? Don’t wanna be a happy little family?”

Your fist bangs against his rotator cuff and he laughs, husky and light in your ear. His teeth latch onto your lobe, playfully tugging on it while he bottoms out, and you emit a noise from your throat.

“Mrs. Todd,” he chides, “So wet for your husband. S’almost like you want it.”

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mothhball · 2 months

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five-finger discount

Pairing | Neil Lewis x Reader

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, DUB-CON, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, blackmail, sex on camera, brief edging, creampie, cheating, cursing, Moth pretends to know anything about movies

Summary | You’ve been trying to make easy money, but you’re not as subtle as you thought. Some lessons need to be learned the hard way.

Words | 4.4k

Notes | FINALLY DONE. and vaguely inspired by 70s porn haha

MINORS DNI

INT. GUMSHOE VIDEO – THRILLER AISLE – DAY

“No, it's not. That's not what she said. Someone is in trouble. Something bad is happening!” squawks a woman from the running TV in the background while your fingers trace over the backs of the VHS as you walk past the shelves.

1 PM on a Wednesday certainly is no rush hour at Gumshoe Video. Even the most annoying film bros don't come here at this time of day to flaunt their knowledge of the craft and subsequent absence of social skills. You're in the clear, pretending to deeply think about your choice in entertainment for the end of the day, even though that couldn't be further from the truth. Throwing a glance over your shoulder, you spot the business owner, entranced by the film that he put on to pass the time, and you can see his plush lips silently mouthing along to the dialog. Cute. And easy to trick.

It's not your first time here. No, you made sure to become familiar with the place over the course of months now, learning where each genre and title has been sorted into its rightful place.

Certain old VHS-tapes can sell for a small fortune online, and for every tape you rent, you take one for free with the plan of selling it to the highest bidder. Currently, you have a stack at home, waiting for you to finally stop procrastinating and open up that damn eBay account.

Your pinky catches on a specific tape. 'A History of Violence', currently estimated to lure an additional 199 bucks into your greedy bank account. Quietly, you pull out the film, leaving a gaping hole in the neatly sorted row as you slip it into your purse.

With nimble hands, you try to rearrange the tapes to make the missing VHS a little less obvious, but in your haste, a few of them escape your clammy grasp and clutter to the ground. A head of silky brunette hair whips around, and you're met with pretty blue eyes as the store owner turns to face you.

You let out a giggle, trying to sound as vapid and innocuous as possible. You’re in character now. The persona you chose? An unassuming, ditzy little thing that’s hot enough to distract him, but stupid enough as to not get suspected of any wrong-doings. You’d say you’re a good actress. A fantastic one, even.

"Sorry," you purr, batting your eyelashes at him. "I'm a little clumsy today." You're already bending over to pick up the tapes when he makes his way over to lend a helping hand, and you make sure to show off your cleavage in an intentionally accidental way. You know he’s into you. You’ve been seeing the heat in his gaze for weeks now, along with the occasional crack in his voice and an almost endearing desire to impress you. It’s his biggest weakness and the reason your plan has been working flawlessly until now.

"Hey, hey, no worries. Uh, gravity wins sometimes. Don't sweat it," he grins at you, brushing his fingers against yours as the two of you work together to put everything back into place.

"What exactly were you looking for anyway?" he suddenly asks, breaking your focus for a second.

"Uh, Moonstruck," you mutter, completely on autopilot. The store owner nods, pursing his lips as he mulls over your answer. You’re aware of your blunder before he even answers.

"Moonstruck? Then you're in the wrong section. You know, with how often you come here, I thought you got the hang of our layout by now." Fuck, he’s got you. Play dumb. Play dumb!

Your poker face almost cracks, but you keep your composure. Or at least you try to. "Huh? Oh - I... right. God, I'm just all over the place today." You giggle again, relieved by the way his grin seems to soften. Hook, line and sinker. He may think he’s detective Sam Spade from ‘The Maltese Falcon’, but you’re Brigid O’Shaughnessy. Or he’s Batman and you’re Catwoman. Or – well, it doesn’t matter. Baseline is, you’re snatching tapes right from underneath his nose while he’s too busy fantasizing about what’s underneath your clothes.

The store owner speaks up again, lazily rubbing the back of his neck as he leans against the shelf, and his free hand wanders and gestures around a bit as if he’s trying to figure out which pose would look the coolest and most effortless.

“Right. Actually, that wasn’t really fair of me.” You tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly which prompts him to elaborate. “Some of our tapes went missing. Y’know, some of the oldies and goldies? That’s why I didn’t stock Moonstruck this week.”

Your lips part in surprise, but all you can reply with is a soft ‘oh’. The store owner shrugs, leaning in towards you. There’s something conspiratory about his expression which makes your stomach churn a little. “Yeah. But I do still have it. It’s just in my office.”

There’s a beat of silence as you mull over the unspoken offer. Your plan is built on the one tape you always rent for cheap. No one would think you’re stealing if you’re actually paying for something, right? Despite this, you wonder if you should call it a day and head home with the stolen film hidden in your purse. Alibi be damned.

“I… That’s great. Uh, actually, I was just about to –“ he cuts you off with a casual wave of his hand, and the grin on his face widens once more.

“Don’t worry. I’ll even give you a discount. Just follow me.”

INT. GUMSHOE VIDEO – NEIL LEWIS’ PRIVATE OFFICE – DAY

The private office of Neil Lewis, cinephile and pop culture enthusiast, is decorated with a distinct Film Noir charm, lovingly empathized by leather chairs and a checkered floor. Not to mention the letters on the door. He calls himself a private investigator. A joking title that makes you palms sweat ever so slightly. You notice that he set up a small camera on his desk, but he brushes it off as a regular procedure.

"So... Moonstruck,” he starts, gesturing for you to take a seat. Which you do. “Great pick. Just curious - Why did you go for that one?" The question makes you pause for a second.

"The... the cover spoke to me,” you casually lie, trying to sound somewhat cute, but it doesn’t land. Neil’s expression quickly betrays his skepticism, and his lips part while his narrowed gaze wanders around the room for a minute. "Hm. And what about the other one?"

"What do you mean?" Play dumb, play dumb, play – but he’s not letting you off the hook so easily.

"The other tape."

Silence fills the office, and you swear the VHS in your purse is starting to burn a hole right where it’s settled in your lap.

"Which... other tape? I just picked out this one."

"Ohhh, right. Sorry. My bad. Just… Moonstruck." The way he’s saying this makes it seem like he enjoys the taste of the letters on his tongue. You nod, a little too eager to get this conversation over and done with.

"So you won’t mind me looking through your purse?" Neil leans forward in his seat, folding his hands on top of his desk. Your eyes briefly fall onto the little desk name plate that’s undoubtedly just made out of shiny, golden plastic. But it does the job. It intimidates you. At least to a certain degree.

“No,” you lie through your teeth, trying to shrug off the tension. “I… it’s certainly no problem, Mr. Lewis. None at all.”

Neil lets out an apathetic sigh as he rises from his seat, causing the leather to squeak. His steps seem a little too confident for a video rental owner as he moves around the desk to first walk over to the door and lock it. “Neil is fine. I’m not a big fan of… formalities,” he starts, coming up behind you to set his hands on your shoulders. His hands are gentle but firm, causing your body to warm right down to the deepest layers. To make his control over the situation even more apparent, he splays his hands, tracing your collarbone with his middle finger. It’s subtle enough that he could pass it off as a figment of your imagination if you should choose to speak up. But you don’t. You stay quiet, even as he leans down and you can hear the murmur of his voice right next to your ear.

“Open your purse.”

You bite your tongue, slowly opening your purse to find Cher’s face grinning back at you. It’s Moonstruck. In all of its romantic glory, and it makes both you and Neil freeze for a moment. You lick your dry lips, saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"That's mine."

"Yours?" You wouldn’t know, but his eyebrow twitches upward at your ridiculous claim.

"Yeah. A... personal copy." Great, now you’re doubling down.

"With my name on it?" Silence, yet again. You could basically hear the dramatic music that the producers of any reality TV shows use in the background of any tense scene. But this isn’t scripted. No, all of this is improvised.

"... what are the odds?" you croak, feeling how your throat goes dry in real time. Neil scoffs in reply, shaking his head, and his grip on your shoulders tightens a tad before he lets go entirely. His expression is stern as he steps in front of you, leaning against the desk and crossing his shapely arms over his chest. For a moment, he’s silent, letting his eyes wander all over your form in a slow, appreciative way that makes your palms get sweaty. “You do know I have to call the police, don’t you?”

“What?” Your breath hitches in your lungs, and you blink a few times, almost in an attempt to shake yourself out of this very strange dream. “This… this is just one tape. Isn’t this kind of excessive?”

“Yeah, maybe it’s one tape today. But you’ve been coming here for weeks.” Your jaw drops, but you can’t seem to come up with an appropriate response. You’ve been had. For the past months, you were convinced that he only saw you as a little piece of eye candy wandering through the store, but he’s been seeing right through you all along. Now you definitely don’t feel like Catwoman anymore. When he notices that you’re not going to say anything, Neil continues.

“Did you really think we don’t have security cameras all over the place? Well, I’ve been watching you the entire time, playing along when you pretended to be all ditzy and cute. It’s not just one instance. It’s a whole case, baby. And you’ll go to jail.” That makes you break out of your stupor, and you can feel your pulse speeding up.

“No- wait, no, no, no. Please, can’t we just talk about this for one second?”

“I don’t bargain with thieves.” He’s smug. Too smug for your liking, considering that he’s threatening you with the loss of your precious, precious freedom.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” you plead, fixing him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can muster in an attempt to appeal to the soft, awkward side of him. And he cracks. At least the tiniest bit.

“Maybe… maybe we can work something out. But I’ll need to search you first. Who knows what else you’re hiding.” He gestures for you to stand, and you get up from your seat, causing the leather cushioning to faintly squeak once again. “Spread your arms. To the side.”

Your expression settles into a pout, but you do as you’re told, much to Neil’s satisfaction. He returns to his previous position behind you and starts by touching your shoulders, slowly trailing his hands down your arms. His fingers leave tingles behind on your skin, and you’re even more aware of how close he’s gotten when you feel his breath on the back of your neck. His cheeky hands continue to wander, making their way down your sides, softly squeezing around your waist before he moves on to your hips. You try to think about it as a TSA search, but it’s a little hard to do when his hands linger for much longer than necessary on your thighs and your calves as he crouches down. Once he’s satisfied, he straightens back up, and you almost think he’s done before he leans in to rasp into your ear.

“You’re gonna have to take your clothes off… so I can search you more thoroughly.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you’re about to protest, but he’s already pulling your top off, tossing it aside before he moves on to your shorts. A sigh escapes him as he pulls them down along with your panties, and he doesn’t give you even a second to recover before he’s gripping and caressing the curves of your body. Leaning his chin on your shoulder, he runs his fingers over your hips, feeling how your skin warms beneath his touch. “Take your bra off.”

“What? There’s no way I could be hiding a tape in there –“ In response, Neil lightly pinches your thigh, causing you to jump a little and let out a soft whine. Seems like there’s no way around it. With shaky hands, you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, and Neil leans back ever so slightly to give you the space to move. That is, until your tits are exposed, and his body is glued against yours once more. The feeling of his hardening cock pressing up against your ass sends heat into your core, and you instinctively clench your thighs together. Of course, this catches his attention.

“Ah, so you are hiding something.”

He wraps his arms around you, steering the two of you over to the mirror he hung on the wall next to his ridiculous little costume rack. You watch your own flushed expression as his hand slips between your legs to let his fingers trace over your already wet folds. With a groan, you try to avert your eyes before he corrects you with a rough grope of your breast.

“No. Eyes on yourself. I want you to see the guilt on your face while I search you.”

Reluctantly, your eyes return to the mirror, just in time for him to plunge a finger into your velvety pussy. Your lips part, and as much as you’d like to keep quiet, your resolve crumbles immediately when he finds that sweet spot inside of you. Within minutes, the office fills up with the sounds of your pleasure and the obscene squelching of his fingers in your wet cunt. And he’s thorough in his search, quickly working you up from one finger to three, making your toes curl against the checkered floor. For a moment, he drives you up to that delightful edge, only to pull his fingers out of you at the last second.

You don’t have the capacity to complain when he lifts his hand towards the light, showing off his glistening digits. Both of you are entranced by the sight, and Neil lets out a soft wheeze before he licks his fingers clean.

“Yeah, I made up my mind. Get over to the desk and bend over.”

“I have a boyfriend,” you whine, turning your head to give him your biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Well, you should’ve thought about it before you stole from me. Losing those rare tapes was a financial disaster for me. I’m risking this store. And I’m not gonna do it without something in return.” He finishes his sentence with a light smack to your ass which only manages to get you even more riled up. It’s hard to disagree with him when he knows just how to get you going.

Neil drags you back over to the desk, angling the camera in just the right way before he hurriedly tears his clothes off completely. The sight of his urgency makes your chest fill with butterflies, but you still need to protest. You have to!

“I don’t usually do this… what if my boyfriend finds out?”

“That’s one more reason to behave. You wouldn’t want him to see this little clip, right?” he asks, although the question is entirely rhetorical. You’d love to feel guilty, but you can’t bring yourself to it.

His hands run from your shoulders down to your hips, kneading your flesh with the attentiveness of a potter crafting a masterpiece, and he leans over you to place open-mouthed kisses down your spine. You shiver, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle the noises that are threatening to escape your mouth. With a quick movement, Neil reaches under your knee to guide your leg on top of the desk, and you let out a soft sigh when you can feel your arousal rolling down the inside of your thigh as he spreads you open with two fingers.

“You know… nice girls wouldn’t get this wet in situations like these. Then again, you’re a filthy thief, so you’re the furthest thing from a good girl.”

Neil wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest so he can latch back onto the side of your neck, sucking and biting while he uses his other hand to guide the tip of his cock against your drooling entrance. His naked skin against yours fills your head with need, and you press up against him a little more to feel him more closely as he slowly pushes inside your velvety cunt. Both of you let out a hiss, and Neil follows it up with a needy whimper as he stills for a moment.

“Fuck… oh fuck,” he breathes, causing your lips to twitch up in subtle amusement. Neil’s hand shakes as he adjusts the camera, making sure to get everything in frame, and in this moment, you clench around him on purpose, causing him to moan right into your ear. “Jesus Christ, don’t do that –”

The slap to your ass is meant to punish you, but it’s doing the exact opposite, and you let him know this by moaning his name. His lips return to your pulse as he pushes his cock deeper into you, stretching you so perfectly that it sends goosebumps over your skin. Or maybe it’s because of his warm breath on your ear. Or his hands diligently kneading your tits. The cocktail of heated touches and sensations is literally making you feel drunk.

“Your cock feels so good,” you whine, causing him to suck in a sharp breath at the praise.

“Yeah?” he chuckles, bottoming out inside of you before he starts to set a slow, sensual rhythm. “You’re such a depraved little slut… getting off on your punishment. If only your boyfriend knew.”

Neil rolls his hips against yours, drawing a moan from both of you that would fit perfectly on the set of a porno. Maybe you’re hamming it up a little to feed his ego. But that isn’t very hard to do when he fills you up so deliciously, making you wetter with every thrust.

You’re already starting to feel breathless when he slowly speeds up, drilling into your dripping pussy with even more fervor. Words are starting to become a little difficult, but you try your best anyway. “You’re better than him. SO much better –“

Your reward is a second smack – aimed at your chest this time.

“You’re damn right I am,” he groans, sucking another hickey into your skin and adding to the little necklace of bruises he’s been placing around your neck. “Suck these for me, will you?”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, but it doesn’t last long when he brings his fingers up to your mouth, and you eagerly latch onto his digits, still faintly tasting yourself from earlier. You suck them down to the knuckle, running your tongue in between them in a way that makes him groan and pound your cunt even harder. Once his fingers are sufficiently coated in your saliva, he pulls them free from your lips and reaches between your legs to rub your clit.

The one leg you’ve been standing on threatens to give out immediately, but he holds you up with his other arm, and gently guides your hands into place to better support yourself on the desk. Neil nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing heavily against the shell of your ear.

“If you promise not to steal ever again, I might let you cum on my cock.”

His words are intercepted by quiet grunts and whimpers, and you find yourself agreeing pretty quickly, blabbering out promise after promise.

“I’ll never – never steal again! I swear, I swear, I swear, please! Please, please let me cum –!”

You’re almost not recognizing your own voice due to the desperately needy tone that’s laced through your pleading, but Neil doesn’t mind. Quite the opposite, really, because you can feel his thrusts picking up in intensity. He rewards your obedience by rubbing your clit a little faster, and you have to bite your knuckle as to not cry out his name. Fuck, it’s only noon and you’re approaching your release at breakneck speed.

“Fuck… I – I’m close,” you breathe, turning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. His teeth are back in your neck as he kisses and bites at your skin, and his voice sounds strained as he answers you.

“Go ahead… let go for me. If only your boyfriend knew, hm?”

That’s it. Your orgasm rips through you, and you let out a whine as you claw at the surface beneath you. Neil is generous enough to let you ride out your climax, but you can tell how impatient he is when he suddenly pulls out, swallowing heavily.

“On your back.” He doesn’t have to tell you twice. It’s a little awkward, but you manage to scramble and reposition yourself, lying back against the desk and looking up at him with flushed cheeks and tousled hair. Neil is in the same state, licking his lips and swallowing dryly as he guides his cock back into your cunt, aided by his thumb on the base of his length.

“Fuck… how can you still be this tight? Shit, FUCK…” He’s cursing and muttering under his breath, having half a brain to readjust the still rolling camera as to not miss a single second. His hands guide your legs around his waist, and he leans over you, staring at you through blown out pupils that clash against the vibrant intensity of his ocean gaze. His pretty face is red, and sweat beads on his forehead, causing his hair to stick to his skin. Without thinking, you reach up to push it back, causing both of you to still for a second before Neil finds his tone again.

“M’gonna fill you up… and send you back home to your boyfriend with a creampie in that pretty cunt. Alright? Alright.”

You can only nod in response, hearing your own racing heartbeat in your ears along with his continued grunts and moans. His hands on you are gentle, but his thrusts definitely aren’t as he pounds you against the desk. Neil’s hips smack against yours, causing every novelty item around the two of you to tremble along to your feverish rhythm. You tilt your head back but he goes after you, finally capturing your lips in a hungry kiss that he’s been trying to hold back from the entire time. But now that he’s rapidly approaching his own climax, the self-restraint is completely out of the window.

Your tongues clash, and you moan into his mouth when his hands find yours, linking your fingers together. Neil’s lips faintly taste of iced coffee as he licks against your tongue, and your grip on his hands tightens when his movements start to become erratic.

Your lips stay locked the entire time, even as he lets out a guttural groan when he finishes inside of you, thrusting into you a few more times to push it in as deep as possible. Finally, he stills and pulls away from you, unable to resist stealing one last peck from your swollen lips. You’re still breathing heavily as his hands roam over your body once more, relishing the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. Now that he has material on you and you promised not to steal again, he’s gentle. Almost too gentle, and you have to clear your throat to snap him out of it.

Neil catches himself, blinking down at you with soft eyes while he wipes some sweat off his brow. There’s a subtle twitch in his lips that tells you that he’d love to keep touching you, but he’s aware of the setting you’re in. Almost reluctantly, he pulls out of you to let you retrieve your clothes. While you’re getting dressed, he checks the camera and stops the recording before he speaks up.

“You’re free to go, then. You know what happens if I catch you stealing again, right?”

The question prompts you to nod in response, and you mumble out a “yes” as you pull your top back over your head. Once Neil confiscates the VHS from your purse, you’re free to exit the store on trembling legs, cringing a little at the feeling of your combined fluids leaking into your underwear. But God, this heist was worth it.

INT. YOUR PLACE – LIVING ROOM – DAY

As expected, the house is quiet when you get home, and you let out a deep, satisfied sigh as you throw yourself onto the couch to decompress for a moment.

Not even 20 minutes pass until the front door opens, and you hear familiar footsteps. A lazy smile spreads over your face, and you sit up, watching you boyfriend as he kicks off his shoes and throws his jacket over the coat rack on the wall. He makes his way over, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, and your vision is filled by ocean eyes and faint freckles. Neil chuckles softly, placing the camera onto the coffee table before he sinks down on the couch next to you and pulls you close. “I’m glad Lucien agreed to take over the rest of the day.” You hum in agreement, closing your eyes when he brushes his fingers through your hair to massage your scalp.

“I think that was our best one yet.”

FIN.

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kachowder · 1 year

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Yandere Jock x Reader

You did not want to be here.

The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.

You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.

You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.

Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?

And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.

Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!

A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy

But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!

It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-

“Hey! Watch out!-“

Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-

“Hello?”

Oh right

You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.

Wonder boy. Of course.

Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!

“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“

“Pfft..”

Mother fucker did not just

Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.

“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”

This bitch.

A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.

“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??

As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.

“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“

The door closed with a thunderous slam.

“-a cute..way.”

“……”

A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.

“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”

A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.

He didn’t know his name.

There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”

—————————————-

God what a long day

Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.

It was fairly late in the evening.

There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”

“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”

He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.

Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.

“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”

Maybe home could wait a while longer

Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.

Perfect.

“Hey!”

The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.

But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.

“What do you want?”

Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,

a visual he found…almost unnatural really.

It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.

“Need a hand?”

He heard you scoff

“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“

Click!

He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.

“…Ta-da!”

You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.

“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”

“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”

You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.

With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.

Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.

Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.

Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck

“Thanks.”

“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”

“What?”

“……”

You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.

Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.

“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”

Wait what?

You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!

I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!

“Wait!”

You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.

(No you were just tired.)

“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”

“Why?”

“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”

Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.

“Please?”

Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.

“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”

Nowaynowaynoway

Loren waited for you to turn the corner

“YES!”

He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.

This was it. This was the beginning.

Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!

You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.

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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3

#yandere #x oc #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere jock #Loren Oc

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missroki · 3 months

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OFFICE CRUSH┊when choso kamo’s pretty coworker asks him out, he doesn’t ask questions. it’s no surprise that the quiet IT guy isn’t exactly gifted in the art of romance, but you seem more than capable of showing him the ropes.

content: black coded!female reader x choso, office au, 90s rom-com adjacent, alcohol, flirting (!!!), choso being awkward, car sex, reader has braids, terms used are baby and good girl, no obvious power dynamics, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (pull out method), purposefully lowercase. word count: 3.5k

“are you busy tonight?”

a sudden pause in the typing of keys, pale hands hovering over a manilla colored keyboard. choso stops coding as if it would have helped him hear you better.

“…huh?”

you ask your coworker out on a late wednesday afternoon, rocking back and forth on your heels with your hands clasped behind your back. your eyes are bright and determined in a way that tells him you mean what you say… but, for a minute, choso can’t do anything more than stare.

he’d only seen you in passing in the office, the click of your black pumps recognized easily in the sea of heavy loafers and dress shoes. despite your choice in footwear, you were often moving.

never has the man seen you sitting from his place in the IT department. you were always walking, or more accurately strutting down the halls, looking straight down with a handful of files and notebooks; always busy.

there’s a slight shift in your face (as if you’re going to repeat what you said) but choso interjects. he heard you clearly enough the first time, he was just a man with social skills that left much to be desired.

he answers you, cursing the shake in his voice. "n-no… i don’t think so but... why?" maybe you had a virus on your computer? or perhaps you were in need of fresh eyes on your interim report? choso thinks that maybe you need a spare thumb drive or the key to the electronics closet. he thinks you are here for a favor, something transactional that will explain the soft, polite smile on your lips.

he is proven wrong when you move closer into his space and rest your bottom against his desk, clasped hands now resting on your lap. he tries his best to not stare at your stocking-clad thighs. he wonders how warm they would feel under his hands.

“well,” you start, “since you aren’t busy, we can go out for a drink, right?”

choso feels his nose twitch, watching as your gaze follows the birthmark on his nose. he realizes that you are waiting for a response and clears his throat.

“my brother might need me… he gets home from school pretty early nowadays.”

you smile and tilt your head. "yuuji, right? pink hair, high school student? big ball of sunshine?”

he blinks once, then twice. okay. “that would be him… how did you know that?”

you shift your hips to face him better, palm on the desk as you lean over to point at the lone personal item he has.

it’s a picture of choso and his brother, old and slightly blue at the edges from water damage. “he showed up once because he left his house key at home. you went down and brought him yours.”

admittedly, choso barely remembers this interaction. he curses his stomach for warming at the fact that you do. “oh.”

despite his lackluster response, your smile doesn’t waver, acrylic nails tapping against the surface that he works on everyday. it’s those gentle clicks that make his eyes shift downwards to where the sound is coming from, distracting him.

a holiday on his calendar mousepad is covered by your pink and red fingernails.

“you’re… interesting,” you offer as explanation, “and i want to spend time with you. is that alright?”

you’re beautiful, he thinks. beautiful in a way that he doesn’t see often; pretty brown skin and soft-looking braided hair. he wonders how long it takes you to twist the strands in such an intricate way. he wonders if it would be weird for him to ask.

choso hesitates, but eventually nods. “…i’m sure yuuji won’t miss me too much.” he concludes, the smallest of lop-sided grins on his face. “it’ll only be for a little while, right?”

you sit up and choso feels as if he can breathe again without your intoxicating scent so close to him. you dramatically cross a finger over your heart.

“you’ll be home by ten. scout’s honor.”

choso is certain now of three things:

one, he likes strawberry daiquiris. two, he really likes drinking them with you. and three, you were most definitely not a girl scout.

he knows this because it is already eleven thirty pm and you have sneakily convinced him to stay longer than intended. after a few rounds you became alarmingly convincing.

even with choso’s clumsy coin fumbling and the obvious red flush of his face, your companion is positive that he is not drunk. you smile as your cloudy mind focuses on the pretty arch of his cupid's bow and the deep set of his tired eyes.

with warming alcohol in his system, choso finds himself loosening up more and more. his gaze wanders without fear of you noticing.

it doesn’t change the fact that you do.

his suit jacket is draped on your lap to cover your legs, your pink blouse curving along your chest so firmly that it’s hard to look away.

suddenly, you lean in to sip his drink (which confuses him since you have your own) and choso has to try his best to refrain from staring at your breasts as they press against the bar table. as the night has progressed you’ve gotten more bold, more touchy. he likes it. he likes you and the small hint of lipstick that stains his pink straw now.

you sit back up and wipe away the condensation from the hand that was holding the glass steady.

“is this a birthmark?” you ask with glassy eyes, a cold thumb moving up to caress the deep purple line on his nose bridge. choso is just drunk enough that his heart flutters and he doesn’t pass out on the spot.

“yes, i was born with it.” he pauses, thinking that you want him to elaborate. “yuuji used to joke and say they must have used a permanent marker to tell me apart from the other babies.”

you laugh and it’s a small thing but… choso can’t help but to grace you with a lazy smile. “it’s nice. makes you look more unique.” your thumb moves up to his dark circles, pressing gently into the skin. he feels warmth pool in his belly. the alcohol, he thinks. “i’m going to assume these are more man made?”

he nods, heart beating fast against his chest. your hand is gentle and your eyes are kind. choso wonders if you have always been so sweet, if the heavy burdens of adult life haven’t quite hit you in the same way they have him. is that weird? he won’t say that out loud. “yeah, i don’t get much sleep.”

“i’m definitely not helping with that.” you frown a little and choso thinks of every possible way he could make you smile again. “that’s no good. who’ll help yaga out when he falls for another pop up porn ad?”

he laughs at that, feels it deep in his stomach. you’re funny, choso thinks. you’re pretty. your lips look soft and he wants to kiss you.

“i think you’re more than capable–“

“hey, is that–? kamo-chan!”

a shrill voice comes from across the bar, onlookers (that are suspiciously all couples tonight) glancing over to get a glance at whoever was making a fuss. to choso’s horror, he sees a familiar head of long blue hair, a large smile that barely fits the face of the person wearing it.

behind him is a small group of people wearing the usual business casual with an assortment of red and pink items like… heart shaped headbands? he can tell by the way they stumble over that this is perhaps the second or third bar of the night.

“all these years of me trying to get you to come out and you only do it when she asks you to?” mahito pouts, an arm moving to rest around your shoulders. if you’re annoyed by his interruption, you don’t make it known. you smile easily and return his side hug.

choso wonders now if physical affection is something you give out freely. maybe he’d interpreted your earlier touches wrong, as something less than innocent.

he feels a blush rising to his cheeks and hopes you assume it is just the booze.

“maybe i’m just more convincing,” you tease, “i wanted to spend some time with one of our most valuable team members. working with a bum like you can really mess with my productivity.”

mahito gasps dramatically. “wow! i guess there must be love in the air then!” there’s a small sea of laughter that follows. choso begins to once again realize that it is not you two alone anymore, that your entire department has somehow managed to force their way into the imaginary bubble you’d built around each other.

someone suggests you all move to a booth and he feels his social battery deplete within seconds.

another hour passes before choso finally realizes that he is way in over his head. mahito has managed to simultaneously steal all of your attention and even some of choso’s as well.

he’s funnier than him, he thinks. even with his weird scarred skin and bony frame you seem to enjoy his company and the child-like way he downs shots of tequila as if they’re water. he licks salt from various places and you chuckle and smile affectionately, like he’s a puppy.

is that what you were into? guys who could talk to you for hours about nothing at all? choso doesn’t think he could ever be that man. he was awkward and somewhat insecure. you were well liked and that meant you’d be hard to keep entertained. it’s a role he isn’t sure he can fill for you.

everyone is laughing, including you. something about the department that choso would have no knowledge of.

trying his best to avoid knocking shoulders with anyone, the man removes himself from the suffocating booth, back aching from the way he had to twist at all times to fit in the space.

choso thinks he’s always been like that. taking up space; having to make himself smaller in order to fit where he didn’t belong to begin with.

his hands reach for his pockets, glancing down to make sure he didn’t leave his wallet. when he lifts his head, he finds that your eyes are on now him.

your face tells him that you’re a bit alarmed at his leaving but he doesn’t wait for you to announce it to everyone before he’s moving quickly to the back door.

the hinges creak loudly, the threshold slightly damp as he shuffles out. it’s raining, he realizes. a drizzle that quickly dampens his dark hair.

the flickering streetlight illuminates his old car, the path straight ahead as he makes his way across the barely lit alleyway. his mind is clearer than it was in the suffocating bar atmosphere, but it is still muffled by anxious thoughts.

it’s because of this that he doesn’t hear the click of high heels against wet pavement.

“choso!” you call out, a small huff in your voice as you abruptly stop behind him. he blinks hard to rid his eyes of water, turns around to find you holding something, his jacket. oh. “you’re leaving without saying goodbye?”

you look upset, concerned even. choso quickly takes his jacket from you so that he can use it to cover your head — not really thinking when he does it. you give him a curious look.

“your hair,” he explains, “it’ll get... wet out here.”

you roll your eyes playfully, walking closer until you are almost chest to chest. “i don’t care about that right now.” you hum, eyes trying desperately to meet his. he turns his head and you boldly grip his chin. your fingertips are so warm. “did i do something wrong? are you upset with me?”

he reaches a hand out to gently hold your wrist, thumb against your pulse point. “not upset, just thought you might want to end the night with people you know… i’m not good with groups.”

you think this over for a moment and nod. “yeah i… i should have guessed that, actually. you were probably overwhelmed. i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to be…” he murmurs. “i just needed to get away and i didn’t want to ruin anyone’s night.”

you let go of his chin, both hands coming up to push his now soaked hair away from his face, the strands curl around his ears where your hands rest. without realizing, his touch has settled on your waist. you don’t seem to mind.

“i like you." you admit, brazenly. “i have for a while now.”

"i’m sorry." he responds instinctively, not really processing your confession at first. you really laugh at that and it makes his mind go numb for a moment. “i mean… i like you, too. a lot, actually.”

you smile and it’s so blindingly beautiful. how did he go without knowing you for so long? “i hoped so… i saw the way you were watching me earlier. i thought you were gonna kiss me a couple of times.”

something in his mind twitches, directly in the space next to mischief and only a step away from desire.

“did you want me to?”

you eyes widen just a fraction. now it is your turn to be flustered. choso finds himself relishing in that just a little. “…what?”

maybe a… lottle.

“did you… want me to kiss you?” his thumbs rubs gentle circles on your blouse covered tummy, the motion soothing and weirdly familiar. like the smell of a perfume that hits you with unknown nostalgia, the hint of someone from your past.

you lean in slightly, nose gently nudging his. “i still do.” you whisper, “would that be okay?”

your breathes mingle, barely an inch separating the two of you. choso finds himself laughing at the cheesiness of it all.

you aren’t his first kiss, but he imagines that kissing in the rain will still be rom-com worthy.

“more than okay.” he murmurs.

his lips press to yours.

choso is certain now of three things:

one, he likes kissing you. two, he really likes kissing you. and three, your mouth is the best thing he has ever felt.

the backseat of his compact suv is just enough for you both to fit, your legs on either side of his hips as your hands explore his body. your tongue has managed to touch every inch of choso’s neck and chest, blushing red spots appearing on his soft pale skin.

your left hand traces over the mark on his ribs, large and expansive. he has to hold in a moan when you run your fingertips against it. “you’re so sensitive,” you hum, “are you nervous?”

he starts to unbutton your blouse, let’s his thumbs find your still covered nipples. he grazes his nail against the fabric, isolating the movement as you let out a soft gasp. “not nervous,” he responds. “i just really want you. you’re… gorgeous.”

you try to hide how much this affects you but choso can see it in the way your eyes soften at his praise. “thank you.” you breathe out, helping him by unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the ground with your already discarded stockings.

it barely hits the floor mat before choso’s mouth latches onto your chest, tongue swirling as his lips suck on the perky brown bud. your nails immediately tangle into his damp hair and your hips begin to grind on their own.

a hand reaches down between your legs and you whimper as your panties are forced to the side. “can i touch you?” he asks, lips trailing from one of your breasts to the other. “wanna make you feel good, need to get you ready for me.”

you nod with a giggle. “oh, yeah? you that big down there kamo-san?”

he is dead serious when he replies. “yes.”

choso’s fingers are long and your cunt lets him in with very little resistance. he’s glad to know his kisses made you melt for him so easily, a surge of confidence emerging. your thighs shift as you grind against his hand, the other against your back as your braids weave throughout his fingers. he’s careful not to tug, just feeling the smoothness of them against his skin.

“is this okay?” he asks, leaning in to press soft kisses to your neck.

you nod, relishing in the feeling of his surprisingly fit body beneath your hands. you would have never expected him to be so… strong and firm. you imagine him sweaty and panting, lifting weights over his head as you watch from the corner. your patience grows thin at the thought. you want him. now.

“choso,” you whimper, your plea immediately making him halt his movements.

“are you okay? what’s wro-“ you silence him with your lips and lift your thighs so that his soaked fingers ease from your heat. your hand moves to tug down his slacks, the belt already unbuckled as you caress the obvious swell of his cock. his breath hitches as he goes to grip your waist. “s-shit, i see. you want me to– okay, i’ll give it to you.”

he allows you to pull out his cock and you gasp as it throbs and twitches against his stomach. it’s… huge. long and thick with a deeply flushed tip.

you stare at it so intently that your lover feels self conscious. “is it… okay?” he asks, watching your expression with curiosity.

you glance up at him and sense his worry, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “you’re perfect, choso. don’t worry. i’m just… surprised.”

he rubs your back tenderly, hoping to ease your concern. “i’ll go slow. i promise.”

when you ease down on him, choso has to fight the burning urge to immediately shoot his load. you’re just so tight and warm that it makes him dizzy. it’s only when you take him to the base that he holds you still. “i’ll let you get used to it first. then we can keep going. just stay still and i’ll—“

suddenly, you lift and slam back down on top of him. your movement is so sharp that choso chokes on his words, the fluttering of your pussy making him clench his abs to fight away his release.

he can barely think before your body is bouncing on top of him, your forehead pressing against his. you read his mind, seemingly. “don’t think,” you gasp out, “j-just fuck me, choso.”

“i – oh fuck – i don’t want to hurt you.”

“you won’t, baby. i promise i can take it.” you move his hands from your waist to your ass, prompting him to squeeze at the soft flesh. “i can take it.”

his desire to treat you gently is not as strong as the pleasure he’s feeling, and soon choso is thrusting faster up into your cunt, gripping your ass to move you up and down.

“oh!” you cry out, perky breasts bouncing in his face with each hurried thrusts.

“shit.” he grits out, jaw clenched as he uses your pretty body. “take it,” choso whines, “fuckin’ take it.”

your pussy clenches at his words, panting and moaning against his mouth as your orgasm builds. “i-i think i’m gonna cum. c-choso i–“

one of his hands cup the back of your neck, his eyes not leaving yours as you spasm and twitch on his lap.

“it’s okay. let go for me. i’ve got you, baby.”

you cum with a sharp gasp, unable to look away with his strong hand keeping you in place. “good girl,” he murmurs, “such a good girl… let me fuck you through it.”

your body slumps against his, but choso doesn’t stop his movements. his cock plunges in and out of your hole, stretching you out as your cum drips down to his heavy balls. he wants to cum in you, to fill you up with his load until it drips between your legs… but he knows he has to save it for another time.

his orgasm hits him like a tidal wave; sudden and breath taking as he spills his load between you two, coating both of your stomachs in a sticky layer of white.

you whimper as it quickly cools, giggling at the face choso makes when you grab his shirt to clean you both up. he looks like a cat, disgruntled and pouting. you shrug. “it’s your cum.”

he couldn’t argue with that.

it’s weirdly comfortable, the time after your encounter where you both tug on your clothes, minus choso’s christened white button up.

you tell him he looks better without it, fingertips grazing his abdomen teasingly. he has half the mind to take you again, but there would be more time to get to explore your body.

maybe if he played his cards right you’d let him taste you.

choso imagines that the always empty electronics closet will be a perfect location.

“hey,” you whisper, hand pushing his dark hair behind his ear.

choso lets out a hum, twisting his neck so that his lips press tenderly to your wrist “yeah?”

you smirk. “happy valentine’s day.”

… oh.

note: hello, this is an old fic of mine that i’ve re-written and given a new v-day flair. thanks for reading and happy (early) love day.

MISSROKI. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

#‧₊˚ 🖇️ ۫ ⭒ — sorin writes.#choso x reader #choso x female reader #choso x black!reader #choso kamo x reader #choso smut #choso fluff #choso fanfiction #jjk x reader #jjk x female reader #jjk x black reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #choso x you

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queenie-avenue · 5 months

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L-O-V-E! That's what she feels for you!

💌 ⤻THE CHEERLEADER, Katie Williams

—> despite how loud she is on the field, she is always quiet when watching you through your window.

⤻ reader is gender neutral, reader is a nerd, obsessive behaviour, stalking, stealing, posessive behaviour, bullying, jealousy, slightly suggestive, this is a drabble but I will make fics for her in the future

🦋 ⤻ archives.

Katie Williams, the most popular girl in school. Stereotypically pretty with brunette hair, rich ebony skin, and of course, the cheerleader captain of you college. Regardless of what major you take, everyone has heard of Katie Williams and her sorority parties and cheerleading skills. Not to mention the piling number of admirers she has.

Yet, the only person she admired was you. The Hopeless Nerd who was a fellow student in one of her elective courses.

The first time she saw you, you were unassuming, the type of person she would have talked about behind your back but when you offered to share notes with her; without anything in return other than a thank you, it made her heart flourish like a blossom. You seemed so genuinely happy when you managed to speak to her and offer you help in the course.

She even heard you muttering about how you were glad to make a friend.

Oh... oh you... you may seem unassuming from your sweaters and oversized pants, but you — beautiful you — you were such a vixen; seducing her like that.

That night, she could not sleep at all.

Instead, she lulled over your notes in her one-person dorm, taking in the scent of the paper as she wondered whether the paper was accurate to how your delicate fingers actually smelled like.

She wanted those fingers so badly on her skin.

She had never desired anyone as much as she desired you. From a young age, her looks, her sensuality, and her popularity were all a means to an end — from that time she batted her eyelashes at a professor to round up her grade or flirted with the quarterback to get him to bring his crate of expensive beer to a party — but you were different. So different to the point she wanted to study you.

So she did.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

It started out innocent — as innocent as it could be, really — by just tailing you after classes, even appearing out of nowhere so she could chat with you or maybe even drag you to cheer practice. Oh, your hands were so nice to touch, she didn't care if they were soft or callous, she just liked to touch you. She just loved the feel of your skin against her ebony-coloured hands. She was darker than most people so seeing the contrast made her rather pleased. It was a mark that you were holding her hand. As disgusting as it sounded, she didn't wash her hands till the scent of your hands faded away. If you used lotion, cologne or perfume, she made sure to buy that exact scent just to spritz around her dorm room to mimic the delusion that she was cuddling with you.

More than that, she utterly loved watching you from afar. Sure, talking to you was heaven for her, but seeing you alone, unfiltered, and without any societal pressures on you just made her want to latch onto you. She hoped one day you'd be able to show that part of yourself — unrestrained from social norms — to her. For now, she'll have to watch you from afar and from the camera she had snuck in when she came over to talk about a history essay for your class.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

"[y/n], I remembered you liked this kind of candy, so I bought it for you!" She exclaimed as she clung onto your side.

"Huh?" You responded as you looked down at the candies she placed into your hands. "Did I ever tell you I liked this kind of candy?" You racked your brain, attempting to find the memory where you had shared such an intimate detail with her. After all, the both of you aren't that close, yet, anyway.

She froze on the spot for a moment. She had never been so obsessed with someone before, so she was admittedly a bit sloppy but she quickly recovered. "I see you around campus always snacking on it, I hope you like it!" She explained, twisting her words to make them sound sweet.

All. For. You.

"Thanks." You smile at her, and she swears she might faint. "See you in class?" You offered.

"Ye-yeah, see you in class." Katie had never been much of a fan of history, it was just something she picked out, but now she had something to look forward to.

"Are you coming to the game next week? I'll be cheering as usual, so you need to come! Cheerleaders need their own cheerleaders too, okay?"

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harunayuuka2060 · 6 months

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*This one happened after Malleus, Idia, and Azul succeeded in ringing the bell of Solace*

MC: *giggles* *while holding Rollo by his collar and threatens to drop him from the tower*

Rollo: *is feeling nervous but tries to hide it*

Rollo: You will be in deep trouble if anything happens to me.

MC: Hmm~ Are you trying your chances~?

Rollo: !!!

MC: Actually~ I wasn't planning to get involved~. Since I enjoyed your crimson flowers~.

MC: But my dear friend Malleus chose to take pity on you instead of punishing you as intended~.

MC: That wouldn't work for me.

Malleus: MC—

MC: Nuh-uh~.

Malleus: *frowns* What are you planning to do with Flamm?

MC: Well~ He's done all of this because of his brother~. So~ *drops Rollo*

Malleus: FLAMM!!!

Azul and Idia: !!!

Rollo: ...

Floyd: Ah! There you are, Fringehead-chan~.

Rollo: What... What happened?

Floyd: You fell from the tower~. How was it? Did it feel good?

Rollo: I WAS ALMOST KILLED!

"Rollo."

Rollo: Huh?

Rollo's brother: *MC has summoned him from death* *with burns still on his body*

Rollo: You... How—

Rollo's brother: Is it true that... You've hurt the mages?

Rollo: No— I—

Rollo's brother: Brother, I'm sorry... *tears up* Because of me... *cries*

Rollo: ...

Floyd: Are you two not going to hug each other? Sharky can only give you 30 minutes to talk, y'know?

Rollo: ...

Rollo: No. You've done nothing wrong. It's the mages—

Rollo: ...

Rollo: *goes to hug his brother*

Rollo's brother: Rollo...

Riddle: I knew it. MC-senpai would pull that stunt.

Idia: Though I don't understand why we're still here and not have gone home yet.

Azul: Remind me not to be on MC-senpai's bad side.

Ruggie: Huh? Look. Is that...

Epel: Rollo and senpai dancing?!

MC: *smiling*

Rollo: ...

Rollo: You didn't tell me that you are a skilled necromancer.

MC: You didn't ask~.

Rollo: ...

Rollo: Thank you for summoning my brother. However, I'm asking you not to call him again like that.

MC: Hehe~ Are you embarrassed~?

Rollo: *frowns* What you're doing is a work of the devil.

MC: Eh~ Anyway~ I'm surprised you didn't call the cops on me~.

MC: I tried to murder you, you know~.

Rollo: ...

Rollo: Yes. You did. No doubt about that.

Rollo: However, I will forgive you once.

MC: *giggles*

Malleus: *is the one dancing with MC this time*

Malleus: Should I keep my eyes open at night?

MC: Can you~?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: You are a psycho.

*One week has passed after the social.*

Rollo: *receives a letter from his brother*

"There's an annual celebration where they pick a fortunate soul to spend a whole year in the world of the living. I hope to see you and our parents there. Wish me luck, Rollo."

Rollo: ... I'm not sure if our parents won't be creeped out. However, I wish you luck.

Rollo: *suddenly thinks of MC*

Rollo: That devil...

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst rollo #twst malleus #twst idia #twst azul #twst riddle #twst ruggie #twst epel #twst floyd #related to the Masquerade event #blithesome!mc

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Where Our Blue Is

(青のすみか)

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Even now the blue lives Even now the blue is clear I’ve got a curse for you stuck at the back of my throat. It’s the unvoiced voice that says, “We’ll meet again, right?”

“You ever think about dying sometimes?”

You raised your head from your Jujutsu Kaisen volume to stare at Rei. Her head was tilted up, eyes on the stars that were visible from under the tree.

“Why do you always ask these pessimistic questions?” you couldn’t help but ask. She gave you side eye.

“I think that’s just the way you choose to view my questions,” she replied.

“That is a horrible opinion…”

“And this is coming from the guy reading manga at 10pm?”

You shut the book and sighed.

“I don’t get to read much at home Rei…”

“And that’s my problem because?”

Your lips formed a thin line. You smacked her with your book. She yelped.

“Hey!” she chided.

“Cry me a river,” you replied.

Rei pouted and crossed her arms. “So this is what I get for trying to initiate conversation.”

“Who starts a conversion by talking about death?” you questioned.

“Me. Duh,” she retorted.

“I think you need to polish your social skills,” you suggested.

She snatched your book away from you. “And I think that you should stop engaging in bitchless behaviour!”

You clicked your tongue and snatched your book right back.

“Let me be Rei,” you muttered.

Rei’s haughty expression softened.

“H-Hey… I-I didn’t mean to piss you off…” she apologised. You waved it off.

“I’m not angry… Just tired,” you told her truthfully. The back of your head rested against the coarse bark of the tree. She shifted herself closer to you.

“You okay?” she asked you. You nodded.

“I’m fine…” you assured her, “sorry for being so grumpy.”

“It’s fine,” she brushed it off, “we all have our bad days.”

Cicadas chirped in the distance. The lamp hanging from the nail that you’d hammered into the tree illuminated the space around you, the light swaying in the summer breeze. Rei yawned next to you.

“You wanna know something?” she asked.

“What?”

She hugged her knees to her chest and rested her face on them.

“I wanna be an idol.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Sounds fun… But—”

“Not a Japanese idol,” she interjected, “I wanna be one of those Kpop stars…”

She piqued your interest. Rei would have these moments where she’d randomly rant about what she wanted to do in the future. One moment she dreamed of being a teacher, the next a Physicist… Being flippant about her future was her specialty.

“Kpop huh?” you mused, “listening to all that Red Velvet finally got to you didn’t it?”

Rei shot you a glare. “I know you’re grumpy, but could you not insult me for like five seconds?”

You raised your hands in surrender. She continued.

“Just imagine it… Naoi Rei, the next biggest sensation!” she sighed, “I’ll be all over the internet… Those bullies would google my name and regret messing with me… God, it's such a dream…”

You chuckled. Your fingers drummed against the cover of your book.

“Sounds like fun,” you remarked, “but I heard that the Korean Idols live tough lives.”

She pouted. “Are you saying I can’t take it?”

“I’m not saying anything,” you clarified, “I’m just… Cautioning you…”

She sat up straight.

“Mark my words,” she declared, pumping her fist into the air. “I will become a star!”

You smiled. She was clearly delusional, but you entertained her.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you joked. Rei let her hand drop back to her sides.

“Wanna bet on it?” she wagered.

“Sure. What are we betting?”

She sat up straight.

“If I become a Kpop idol… You buy me lunch for a week,” she decided.

“Deal,” you agreed, “but if you don’t… You buy me a box of these babies.”

You lifted your manga and wiggled it in the air. She laughed.

“Oh you’re on,” she readily accepted, “I’m so ready to burn a hole in your wallet!”

“Same here,” you grinned. Rei stuck out her hand.

“We shake on it.”

You rolled your eyes and gave her what she wanted. Satisfied, she stood and stretched. You didn’t get up cause you knew that she’d sit back down just a few minutes later.

“Hey,” she called, “if either of us makes it big in the future… Let’s promise not to forget each other.”

You looked up at her, watching her hair reflect the light from the lamp under the veil of the dark blue night sky.

“I can get behind that…” you smiled. Rei giggled.

Her eyes reflected the blue of the night sky.

(That was when you were thirteen. She was Naoi Rei—your neighbour and best friend.)

“Hey.”

You raised your head, blinking rapidly as you adjusted to the light assaulting your eyes. Sleeping in class was never a good idea, yet you persistently indulged in it. Rei waved a paper in front of your face, a gleam in her eyes.

“I secured an audition!” she squealed.

“Oh… Nice.”

She pouted.

“You could at least be a little more enthusiastic,” she remarked.

“What’s there to be enthusiastic about when I have Math as my first period?” you grunted.

“Aw come on… Just one compliment?”

You sighed.

“Fine… Great job Rei,” you relented. She seemed satisfied.

Rei slid into her seat next to you, plopping her bag down on the floor with a loud thump. She took out her books, neatly stacking them on her table and laying her acceptance letter atop of the stack.

“I applied to four other agencies. I think I’ll hear from them soon.”

“Sounds cool.”

“I know right? I can’t wait to see their headquarters!” she exclaimed, “I’ll finally get to explore outside Nagoya! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Very…” you muttered, slowly drifting back into sleep.

Rei slapped the nape of your neck. “Reciprocate the excitement dammit!”

“Okay, okay! Happy! Yay!” you quickly spouted. Rei snorted.

“I always have to force these reactions out of you… Talk about a one-sided friendship…”

A hand grabbed the letter atop of Rei’s books. With a yank, textbooks and notebooks came tumbling down as the hand withdrew. Your head snapped up.

“Wow Rei… I didn’t know they accepted ugly ducklings as trainees,” Riko sneered. She was the school’s “it” girl. Gucci glasses, an apple watch, horrible personality and a voice that could possibly shatter glass. To you, she was the epitome of the word “bitch”, a spitting image of Hiter’s missing testicle.

“Give that back Riko,” Rei huffed, throwing a hand out to snatch the paper back. The bully stepped back.

“I think I’ll keep this actually…” Riko snorted, “hope you memorised the details of your audition Naoi Rei.”

Rei stood up.

“Give. It. Back,” she ordered through gritted teeth.

“Fuck you. You don’t deserve to be an idol,” Riko scowled, “ugly ducks like you would give people nightmares if they saw you on camera!”

The class erupted into laughter, you’d never realised that they’d been watching. You glanced at Rei. Her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles slowly turning white.

“Get a load of this,” Riko taunted, pointing at a line on the letter, “we find that you have exceptional qualities and possess a unique personality!”

Riko tore her eyes away from the sheet of paper. “Do you feel better about yourself after reading this? All these lies making you feel good about yourself?”

Rei’s whole body was shaking. She was about to make Riko catch her hands. You had enough. The legs of your chair dragged against the floor as you stood up.

“Riko… Do me a favour and shut the fuck up,” you muttered.

She gave you a look of amusement.

“Wow! Such a hero,” she remarked causticaly, “do you get off following this bitch around like a dog?”

You turned and strode right up to her. With as much disdain as you could muster, you looked her in the eye and scoffed.

“Do you feel better about yourself spouting all this bullshit?” you questioned her, “does it really help you sleep at night knowing that you’re just some petty bitch that gets off on insulting others?”

You snatched the paper away from her.

“Hey!” she barked, lunging at you. You took a step back, relishing the look on her face as she lost her footing and fell. Her cronies rushed to get her back on her feet.

“Grow up. Go do something productive with daddy’s money. You’ll feel better about yourself that way.”

You walked back to your seat and settled back down. There was pin drop silence in the classroom. All eyes were on you and Riko.

“Little shit…” Riko growled, “I’ll have—”

The sound of your homeroom teacher’s heels clacking against the floor alerted the whole room. Students scurried back to their seats, everyone pretending to bury their heads in their books. Riko shot you a dirty glare before storming back to her place.

“Bitch,” you mumbled, pulling in your chair and adjusting your uniform.

You placed the letter on your desk and smoothed out the wrinkles on the snow white paper. Once satisfied, you slid it back over to Rei.

“Get a folder for it,” you advised her, “it won’t crumple so easily if you have something to protect it.”

Rei stared at the letter. As you unzipped your pencil case, you could see from the corner of your eye that a smile was slowly creeping up her face. As homeroom started, Rei scribbled out something onto a scrap piece of paper. With tender hands, she slid the message onto your desk.

Thank you.

You stared at her pretty handwriting, a small smirk on your face. You flipped the paper over and wrote a reply.

You can repay me with a fancy dinner once you become an idol.

Rei read your message and chuckled. With her eyes reflecting the blue in your uniform, she nodded and folded up the paper.

(That was when you were fourteen. She was Naoi Rei—your best friend, neighbour and an aspiring star.)

Rei slammed her locker shut as you approached.

“Hey,” you waved, “how did the audition go?”

Rei closed her eyes and sighed.

“Rejected… Again,” she muttered. You let out a breath and patted her on the back.

“Damn…” you huffed, “you okay?”

Rei opened her eyes. She smiled, an optimistic glow on her face. Her eyes reflected the blue of the locker.

“Yep,” she declared, “there will be more chances. I’m sure of it!”

You had always admired her drive.

“I like your thinking,” you told her, opening your own locker to retrieve your things.

“It’s the only way to think,” she replied.

“Preach,” you chuckled.

Rei giggled and leaned against the lockers.

“Have you found anyone for the dance?” she inquired.

“Nope…” you sighed, pulling the last book out. “I think I just might go alone.”

You closed your locker.

“What about you?” you asked in return, “heard you turned down Suguru…”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

Rei pouted.

“I don’t like his vibes,” she said bluntly, “besides… I think Nakamura Kazuha has been eyeing him rather keenly. I won’t get in that sweet girl’s way.”

She pushed off the lockers and stood up straight.

“I don’t get it Rei,” you said, walking next to her as you made your way to class. “You’re getting asked out by all the popular and hot guys, but you turn all of them down.”

“What’s so wrong about that?” she refuted, “why should I go to the dance with someone just because they're hot or popular? It doesn’t make sense to me.”

You climbed up a flight of stairs.

“Well personally… I would jump at a chance to go to the dance with a hot and popular guy if I was a girl,” you expressed.

“But we’re polar opposites,” she reminded you, “you and I are different. That’s our curse.”

You furrowed your brows. “Curse?”

Rei shrugged.

“I dunno… I guess it curses us to always be drawn to each other.”

You reached your floor.

“Ever so poetic Naoi-san,” you told her.

She grinned. “I top the cohort in literature for a reason.”

You walked with her to her class. Your classes were adjacent to each other, allowing the both of you to hold a conversation before separating.

“So who are you gonna ask to the dance then?” you couldn’t help but inquire.

“I won’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

She smirked.

“It’ll ruin the surprise…”

She left you with that, quickly breaking away to slip into her classroom door.

“Oi! Rei!” you called after her. She flipped you off through the crack of the sliding door. With a sigh, you were left to ponder on your own as you slinked into your own class. You plopped your books down on your table and hung your bag off the side of your desk. The classroom was noisy as per usual, the incessant chatter of Junior Highschoolers filling your ears. In your stack of books, you located the newest volume of Jujutsu Kaisen that Rei had kindly purchased for you. The cover was still on, Nanami’s face staring right at you as you folded your legs on your chair.

You peeled off the plastic cover with care, gingerly sliding out the volume like you were handling a newborn child. The smell of fresh pages wafted into your nose, a smile turning up the corners of your lips as you flipped the book open to the first page.

That’s when the envelope slipped out onto your lap. It was light blue, your name scribbled across the cover with a brush marker. An onigiri sticker kept the flap of the envelope sealed.

Casting surreptitious glances around you, you made sure that no one could see the envelope. After double-checking to ensure that the coast was clear, you unsealed the envelope and pulled out the folded letter within. It smelt just like a new book, the paper crisp to the touch. You unfolded the sheet of paper.

I like you. Go to the dance with me.

You almost dropped it. For a good long minute, you sat at your seat, stunned.

“Yo yo yo! Watchya got there?” your friend chirped, throwing a hand over your shoulder. It took him a few seconds to read the note, and you could feel his eyes widen.

“Wait… Is this actually…” he muttered. You swallowed.

“I… I think so…” you whispered.

It wasn’t the content of the letter that shocked you. Yes, it was the first confession letter you’d ever received, but the sudden reveal of feelings towards you wasn’t what made you flinch. For at the bottom of the page, a familiar handwriting had left its mark. It was an art piece really, but you never ever admired the hooks and curves of her handwriting more than you did that day.

Love, Rei.

Just like that, Rei had made the first move.

(That was when you were fifteen. She was Naoi Rei—your best friend, neighbour, aspiring star… And the first girl to ever ask you out.)

“Yo.”

You opened your eyes. Rei stared down at you, a glint in her eyes. “How long have you been sleeping up here?”

You sat up and answered her with a lazy yawn. “I’d say ten minutes tops.”

Rei chuckled and settled down next to you.

“I think you should consider sleeping earlier,” she advised.

You scoffed.

“It’s summer Rei, let me catch a break,” you grunted. She punched you in the shoulder.

“Don’t be grumpy because I’m caring for you.”

“Who said I was grumpy?”

She grinned. “Me.”

You loved the way her nose scrunched when you tickled her. You collapsed onto the mat with her, assaulting the flesh of her body with a barrage of tickles as she giggled and squirmed.

“Stop!” she wheezed, dodging your nimble fingers that darted in all directions.

“I’ll stop when I want to,” you sneered.

On the rooftop of your apartment, you tickled Naoi Rei endlessly under the blue summer sky.

Eventually, you both got tired. With laboured breaths, you both laid on your backs and watched the white clouds dot the sea of endless blue before your eyes. It was a moment of peace, tranquillity…

“Did you get any news from that agency?” you asked her. Rei let out one of those heavy sighs.

“Yep…” she answered. Her tone told you everything you needed to know. You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

“It’s okay Rei… There’s always other opportunities,” you assured her, “an agency will accept you. I’m sure of it.”

Rei sighed and rolled onto her side. She buried her face into the crook of your neck, her breath tingling your skin.

“I hope you’re right,” she muttered, “I’m starting to lose hope.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned, “stay positive Rei… You’ll have your chance to shine.”

She pulled away—just a little so that she could look into your eyes. Here eyes reflected the blue of the summer sky.

“We’re always so different in thought huh?” she pondered. You smiled.

“That’s our curse…”

Rei chuckled and closed her eyes. Your lips met with hers, bodies melting into each other under the clear blue sky. The only thing either of you could hear was the sound of each other's breathing.

(That was when you were sixteen. She was Naoi Rei—your best friend, your neighbour, an aspiring star, the first girl to ask you out and the first girl you ever loved.)

Knock knock knock.

“Coming,” you grunted, getting up from the comfort of your sofa. You set your Jujutsu Kaisen volume down, leaving Sukuna to stare at the ceiling as you shuffled over to the door. When you opened it, she was standing there. Tears ran down her cheeks. She had a letter in her left hand, the paper scrunching under the force of her grip.

“Rei?”

Her puffy eyes met yours. In the pool of her tears, you could see the blue of her sorrow.

“They rejected me…” she rasped, “they fucking rejected me…”

You stared at the paper in her hands. Your heart twisted.

“Rei—”

“Am I not pretty enough? Am I not doing enough? Am I not likeable? Is my personality all wrong?”

Her fingers were beginning to punch holes in the letter.

“What’s wrong with me?”

She looked at you, searching for an answer. You pulled her into your arms.

“Nothing’s wrong with you duckling… Nothing’s wrong with you…”

She stood there for a moment, her ragged breathing filling your ears.

Then she buried her head into your chest and cried. Heart wrenching sobs were torn from her being, the last remnants of her dream spilling out together with her wails and screams. You held on to her as tight as you could, fighting back the tears in your eyes as your girlfriend’s dream died before your very eyes.

You held for as long as she needed to be held for. She needed comfort.

(That was when you were seventeen. She was Naoi Rei—your best friend, your neighbour, the first girl to ask you out, your girlfriend of a year, and the victim of a crushed dream.)

“What… What do you mean?”

Rei stood before you. Long had the gleam disappeared from her eyes, replaced by a soulless expression that remained unreadable.

“You heard me… Let’s break up.”

Under the blue neon light of the convenience store, Rei looked you in the eye.

“I… I don’t see the point in staying together… We should go our separate ways,” she said, her voice devoid of any sort of emotion.

“W-What? B-But… Why?” you asked, “d-did I do something wrong? W-Why are you suddenly doing this?”

You took a step toward her. She took two steps back. You stopped. She stopped.

“We’re… We’re different. That’s our curse…” she whispered.

“H-Haven't we always said that’s a good thing?”

She looked away for a moment, slowly constructing her sentences in her head.

“As different people… I think we should lead our different lives…” She said, sliding her hands into her pockets. “So yea… Let’s break up.”

“S-So… That's it?” you stammered, “could we at least talk about it?”

Rei chuckled.

“I think it’s better for us to leave things this way,” she objected, “no hard feelings… it’s just that… You’re the easiest thing to let go of right now.”

She sighed and bit her lip.

“That’s all from me,” she announced, “I… I hope you find someone that makes you happy.”

Under the blue of the neon light, through the blur of tears, you watched her turn and walk away from you. You tried calling her name, though it came out more as a strained cry.

She didn’t look back. You weren’t sure why you expected her to.

The curse that drew you together now pushed her away from you.

(That was when you were nineteen. She was Naoi Rei…

And she had shattered your heart.)

Now as she sat before you in a posh omakase restaurant, rummaging through her bag to look for a file, everything she was to you came rushing back in a flurry of memories and emotions. As she set the file down, she kept her eyes on the table as she slid it over to your boss.

“Thank you,” your boss smiled, flipping open the brown folder to review its contents. You were with her on another one of those client meetups, discussing the nitty gritty details of an event organised by your company's clients. It was set to take place in Shibuya two months from now. There was much to do, much to think of… It was all so fast paced.

But when Rei walked in behind her boss and you met each other's gaze, everything seemed to come to a standstill. Years after she’d left you in front of the convenience store, she was back right in front of you.

“It seems like your business has a good idea on what it wants to convey,” your boss mused, flipping through reports and various mock-ups of the venue.

“Of course. This is a big event after all,” Rei’s boss replied. Your boss nodded and handed you the file.

“Take a look. Feel free to give feedback,” she instructed. You nodded and accepted the file.

“Rei here spent lots of time compiling and producing these,” her boss praised. “I can see the effort. Your work has my respect Naoi-san,” your boss complimented.

“Thank you…” you heard her mutter. Her voice had changed a lot.

You finished reading through the file as the first course arrived.

“What do you think?” your boss asked. You set the file down on your right.

“I believe that the plan is… Feasible,” you nodded, “though I have to raise the fact that the logistics exceed the agreed budget by a significant amount…”

“We can always handle that,” your boss assured you, “money isn’t that big of an issue…”

You wanted to argue, but your boss shot you a look. You sighed and caved to her wishes.

“Very well then… Is it safe to say that this event will take place on the date agreed upon?” Rei’s boss inquired.

“Yes,” your boss answered before you could input. She lifted her sake glass. “Let us toast to a successful project!”

Glasses were raised, clinking filled the room. As you drank from your cup, you caught Rei’s gaze.

Her eyes reflected the blue of your shirt.

***

“You will probably have to go back yourself,” your boss told you.

“I understand,” you promptly replied, “I will settle my own transport.”

She adjusted the golden earrings dangling from her earlobes.

“Try and make some friends,” she advised, “these types of events are the best way to make connections.”

The elevator door opened, the vastness of the grand ballroom revealing itself to you as you stepped out the doors. You adjusted your suit subconsciously, fiddling with the top button of your jacket. From across the room, Rei’s boss spotted the both of you. He said something to the guests he had been talking to, then brisk walked through the crowd towards the both of you.

“Thank you for coming!” he beamed, “we’re so glad to have you here!”

“Thank you for inviting us,” your boss answered on your behalf.

A week had passed since you had that meeting in the omakase restaurant. Work had been hectic for you and your team, but you managed to pull through the week with just enough sleep to keep you sane. The party invite from Rei’s company came as a welcome surprise, and your team gladly accepted the invitation. You opted to come with your boss after work, letting the rest of your team go off without you.

Now as you stood at a fancy looking table, hiding from social interaction by munching on all sorts of food, you wondered if this was really the break you needed. Now that you thought about it, you would have preferred to stay at home and catch up on the latest chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen. Your boss was off talking to Rei’s boss somewhere, you couldn’t really care less.

“Hey.”

You froze. You were hoping that she wouldn’t be here.

There was new weight on your plate. You looked down and saw an eclair sitting on the pristine porcelain.

“Thanks for coming,” Rei smiled, setting down the pair of tongs. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Wordlessly, you stuffed the eclair into your mouth and turned to walk away.

“Can we talk?” she piped. You stopped in your tracks, the pastry you at leaving a strange bitter taste

“What’s there to talk about?” you asked.

She walked around you and stood before you. She was wearing a dress that admittedly looked cute on her, but you didn’t let that comment slip past your lips. The dress was blue, blue like the summer morning sky.

“You know exactly what there is to talk about.”

You chuckled in amusement.

“I thought you said that it was better to leave things as they were?” you sneered.

“I never said that.”

“But you did,” you spat. “You said it right in front of the convenience store.”

She looked away for a moment.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

You scoffed.

“So this is how it’s gonna be then?” you mused. “You’re just gonna deny our past? Way to let me know I didn’t mean jackshit to you…”

“Stop being immature,” she muttered. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Me? I’m the immature one?” you asked, a generous amount of amusement in your voice. “Who’s the one who conveniently forgot about everything we went through?”

There were eyes on you. You didn’t care.

“Look,” Rei sighed, “we’ll have to work together for the next few weeks… It’ll be better for both of us and our teams if we could just stay on good terms—”

“So what do you expect me to do then?” you interrogated her. “Conveniently forget about everything like you? Sweep everything under the rug and tell everyone that we’re strangers?”

The people around you were silent, watching you with a look of concern. Rei rubbed her brow.

“I… I’m not expecting you to do anything…” she answered.

“Then I won’t do anything,” you proclaimed. “We’ll do like you said, leave things as they are.”

In the same fashion she’d left you, you turned and strode away. It wasn’t till the elevator doors closed in front of you did you let out a small sigh. You leaned back into the elevator wall.

You had a few long weeks ahead of you.

***

She was sitting across you, her eyes reflecting the blue of her computer screen. You didn’t want to admit that you’d been watching her for the past few hours, but you weren’t one to lie. She was focused as usual, her face full of seriousness and determination as her fingers flew across her keyboard.

Seeing her on a daily basis wasn’t easy. Ever since the party, her company and your company had booked a co-working space for your team and their team to collaborate to work on the project at hand. You’d often make eye contact from across the room, feel her gaze on you as you wrote things down in your notebook… The tension was palpable, and your teammates could feel it.

“Yo, what’s up with you and that Naoi girl?” one of them asked over lunch one afternoon.

“Hm?” you asked, hiding the fact that you nearly choked on your tea.

“I mean… I can’t be the only one that notices the way she looks at you right?” he continued, looking around the table. Heads nodded, eyes contained curiosity.

“I uh… I don’t catch your drift,” you lied.

“Aw come on… You like her don’t you?” another piped. “Don’t deny it, we can all feel the tension. Hell, we can almost grab it!”

A laugh went around the room. You chuckled nervously.

“I know that work is boring… But you guys can’t possibly be spinning this bullshit to entertain yourselves,” you joked.

“But—”

“Let’s finish our meals,” you interjected, “we’ve got work to do.”

That was enough to get them to stop prying into your personal life. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to stop them from doing all sorts of funny things. When you walked into the co-working space the next morning, you had to resist the urge to cuss.

They had all rearranged themselves. Somehow, your teammates had managed to get Rei’s teammates on board, seating themselves in such a way so that the only space available was next to Rei. You gripped your notebook with a vice grip, every bit of your willpower stopping you from bashing all of their smirking faces in as you made your way to the sole empty seat.

“Morning,” Rei greeted you. You remained silent and sat down to begin work.

And that was the way things were for the rest of the project. No matter how early you came in, your teammates and Rei’s teammates were somehow there before you. You admired the commitment they had put into forcing a close proximity between the two of you, but you’d have preferred if they could channel this level of commitment into their work instead.

A week before you were due to head to Shibuya, all nighters became a common occurrence for you. As the team leader, your boss expected frequent updates and reports from you, and some of those reports required you to stay up till the wee hours of the morning to be completed. Rei shared a similar problem as her team’s leader, resulting in uncomfortably high amounts of tension when it was just the two of you in the space. She didn’t talk to you, and you didn’t talk to her.

But that Friday night was different. You were packing your things, Rei was still working. As you slipped in your notebook, Rei broke the silence.

“How long are we going to keep acting like this?”

You zipped your bag.

“I didn’t know we were acting…” you muttered. Rei’s hands left the keyboard of her laptop.

“Could we at least talk this out?” she pleaded.

“I thought you forgot about everything?”

Rei leaned back in her chair.

“I… I don’t want to keep this up anymore,” she whispered. “I’m tired… I’m tired of having to pretend that we’re strangers to each other.”

You set your bag down on the table.

“Well… Maybe you should’ve thought about that before conveniently forgetting our past.”

“Don’t—”

“Maybe I’d be more willing to talk to you if you’d just said what you really wanted to say at that party.”

Rei closed her eyes and sighed.

“I’m sorry,” she strained, “is that what you wanted out of me? Did you want me to apologise?”

You rested your hands on the table.

“I don’t want an apology, Rei…” you croaked, “I want a reason. I want to know why we had to break up.”

You let yourself make eye contact with her. She looked hurt, like she was the one that had been walked out on that night.

“You left me without a reason Rei,” you whispered, “You just… Left me in front of that convenience store. I called, I texted… You didn’t reply. You cut me out of your life… I could never understand why.”

Pooling tears reflected the blue of the lights shining in through the windows. She wiped her eyes.

“So why Rei?” you implored, letting a tear run down your cheek, “why did you leave?”

She swallowed back a sob. “I-I… I can’t tell you…”

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

“I guess we’ll never sort this out then,” you warbled, “good talk Rei.”

You shouldered your bag and left.

She called out to you, and it was your turn to not look back.

It started to rain after you left the building. You’d never felt that the weather could fit your mood as much as it did that night.

***

She didn’t come to work the next day. Nor the day after.

“Her Mom called me,” one of her co-workers that was close to her explained. “Apparently she got drunk and sat out on a park bench in the rain. She’s running a fever now… She must’ve been stressed by this project.”

You processed this information.

“Understood,” you replied, “thank you for letting me know.”

In truth, you would have appreciated it if she hadn’t explained why she was absent. You had more things to think about since she’d mentioned it. It made you feel guilty for not saying and talking things out with her like she’d pleaded you to.

Despite your strong sense of priorities, your focus was messed up. You’d like to blame it on the lack of sleep, but you knew that wasn’t true. You caught yourself thinking about her as you poured your morning coffee. You found yourself in a daze when you were waiting in line for lunch. You realised that she’d been on your mind for a whole day when the last team member left for the night and your report was still blank.

On Monday of the next week—two days before you were meant to leave for Shibuya—Rei still hadn’t shown up. That day, you made the executive decision to clock out early on the pretext that you needed some rest. A phone call to your mother and a twenty minute drive later, you found yourself outside of an apartment door.

It wasn’t any random door. It was Rei’s. Well… Not exactly Rei’s since she still lived with her parents.

“Am I really doing this right now?” you muttered to yourself. You gave yourself a minute to think about what you were about to do.

“I’m just checking in on her… It’s not weird right?”

Everything about that situation felt weird to you.

“Ah fuck it.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“In a minute!” a familiar voice called out from the other end. The sound of sandals shuffling against the floor grew louder as someone approached.

The door opened.

“How can I…”

She stopped mid sentence, trailing off as she looked you up and down. You smiled sheepishly and waved.

“Hello Ms Naoi… Long time no see.”

Re’s mother made a sound, an amalgamation of syllables that tumbled out of her mouth in a jumbled mess.

“What… What are you doing here?” she finally managed to ask.

“I… I heard about Rei,” you explained, “is she alright?”

Ms Naoi looked you in the eye. With a sigh, she opened the door wider and stood aside.

“Come in dear boy… There’s much to be discussed.”

She fixed you a hot cup of green tea, setting it before you on the tatami tea table that you recognised from your childhood. Rei’s mother knelt down on the cushion opposite you.

“How have you been?” she asked warmly.

“I’ve been… Alright I suppose,” you answered. Ms Naoi smiled and nodded.

“You look healthy and well…” she remarked, “you’ve grown so much since I last saw you… When was that again?”

“It was… Quite some time ago,” you replied. To be exact, it was 8 years ago. The last time you ever saw Ms Naoi was 2 months before you broke up with Rei. You were over at their place, helping them fix an Ikea shelf because her father had back problems and couldn’t get it done himself.

“Where’s Mr Naoi?” you inquired, the short jog of your memory suddenly making you aware of the fact that Rei’s father was nowhere to be seen. Rei’s mother sighed.

“He’s dead,” she stated solemnly, “he’s left us for some time now… Car crash.”

You blinked.

“O-Oh,” you sputtered, “I… I didn’t know…”

“It’s alright,” she assured you, “you and Rei had split by then, and I’m not the type to tell the whole world that my husband is dead… How would you have known?”

Ms Naoi sipped from her own tea cup. You looked around the house. It was smaller than the original apartment, but cosy nonetheless. Your mother did explain that they’d shifted here for cheaper rent. Monetary problems were your best guess.

“I understand that you and Rei have… Reacquainted,” she began, setting down her cup. You shifted on your seat.

“I-In a way,” you answered.

Rei’s mother nodded silently.

“How do you feel about her?”

She’d caught you off guard. You expected her to ease into the hard questions, maybe ask you a little more about the type of work you and Rei were doing… You didn’t think she’d launch such a question 2 minutes into the conversation.

“I… I-I don’t get what you mean,” you lied.

Rei’s mother rested her hands on the tea table. Time had not been kind to her. She looked visibly worn, wrinkles covering her once smooth and lively face. Her fingers were filled with calluses, wrinkled and bony—A far cry from the gentle, warm hands that used to serve you a snack whenever you were over at Rei’s house.

“Rei… Rei has been thinking about you alot,” she informed you. “She’s been restless since you two started working together… I hardly see her sleep for more than four hours.”

Ms Naoi wrung her hands. “She missed you terribly after you both split up… I thought that her final rejection letter from the idol industry would be the most she’d ever cry. I was… So, so wrong.”

You stared at her bony fingers, unable to form sentences to communicate your thoughts.

“She never told you why she wanted to break up, did she?”

You found the courage to look Rei’s mother in the eye. Slowly, you shook your head. Ms Naoi let out a breath. “After her father’s back problems got worse, we entered a rough patch. Money was dwindling, times were tough. I had to take on two job’s to keep us afloat… And I overworked myself one day and collapsed.”

Ms Naoi fiddled with her index finger.

“Rei didn’t want me to overexert myself, so she took on part time jobs to help chip in to stabilise our income…”

“That’s why she couldn’t meet me as much…” you whispered.

Rei’s mother nodded. “Yes…”

Your eyes seemed to focus on one spot on the table. Those loose ends were coming together now, questions that’d been on your mind slowly answering themselves as you made new connections with the new information given to you.

“I always thought that you were the one that broke her heart,” Ms Naoi chuckled, “I never thought that my daughter would be the one to leave you. She loved you so, so much… So much to the point where I thought she loved you more than me.”

There was a moment of silence as Ms Naoi stared at her hands.

“But when I found her on that park bench two nights before, I realised how wrong I was.”

She looked like she was about to cry. You spotted a tissue box at the edge of the table. Wordlessly, you grabbed it and slid it across the table. She smiled gratefully and pulled a single sheet of tissue.

“When Rei’s drunk… The things she hides all come pouring out. That night, she talked about you. She told me everything she’d hidden from you… And from me.”

Rei’s mother dabbed her eyes.

“That girl… That stupid stupid girl…” she laughed softly, “why did she keep all that to herself?”

You awkwardly cleared your throat and asked, “What did she say?”

Ms Naoi sipped from her cup.

“I can’t give you the full rundown of what she told me, but I’ll give you something that I think she needs some help conveying to you.”

Rei’s mother reached over and held your hand.

“I think… She still loves you. She always has.”

***

She still loves you. She always has

A car drove by.

She still loves you. She always has

You walked across the road.

She still loves you. She always has

The asphalt seemed to reflect that very line. Sensory overload was what you felt like you were experiencing—The sun was setting behind the buildings, birds flew, trees swayed… You were suddenly aware of all the smallest movements around you. On the bench, you folded your legs in and stared into the sky. The sea of endless blue was slowly beginning to bleed gold.

“I need a fucking beer,” you decided.

And so you got one. From the nearby convenience store, you got yourself an icy cold Asahi, cracked it open, and took a small sip. You wanted a drink, but you didn’t want to get drunk.

The beer helped to ground you in reality, the ringing in your ears slowly fading as you stepped out of the convenience store. Just down the road, a vendor was selling sweet potatoes.

Dinner.

Beer. Sweet Potatoes. Park. To you, that was the perfect recipe for alone time. With your back against a tree and your eyes closed, you let yourself process the churning feeling in your chest. You were no stranger to this feeling. Your hand ran through your hair as you let out a frustrated sigh. The churn in your chest was nothing but a jumbled up, churned, mixed amalgamation of emotions. It was funny how one girl could make you feel the way you felt.

Memories came and went in your head, moments that defined your relationship with Rei replaying like they had when you saw her in that omakase restaurant. A personal cinema in your mind, complete with surround sound and every single emotion you’ve ever felt with her. The blue of your past.

“Hey.”

You opened your eyes. She was standing in front of you, dressed in a blue cardigan and her hair looking akin to a crow’s nest.

“Aren’t you sick?” you asked.

“Not really. I just took an extra rest day.”

Silence.

“By the way… Is ‘Hey’ the only word you know how to greet me with?” you continued. She didn’t reply, opting to settle down next to you. You didn’t move away.

“Figured I’d find you here,” she said, “you dropped by our place?”

“So she told you,” you remarked, “I did drop by. Tell your Mom I’m sorry that I didn’t touch my tea by the way.”

Rei nodded and set her gaze forward. Before you, there were two children tossing a baseball back and forth. The blue of youth.

“What did Mom say?”

“Not much… She didn’t disclose any secrets if that’s what you’re wondering.”

She chuckled softly. Even though her voice changed, her laugh stayed the same. The blue of your memories.

“Why did you drop by?” she inquired.

“You haven’t come to work for three days. I wanted to see how you were doing…”

She rubbed her palms on her jeans.

“So… You came on purely a work basis then…”

You sighed.

“Not really… It was more personal than anything.”

She stared at you for a moment.

“I… I suppose we should talk,” she whispered.

You folded your legs up. “I was just about to say that.”

You glanced over at her. She was fiddling with the sleeves of her cardigan. You held your beer can out to her.

She looked at it for a moment, then she took it and took a swig.

“You go first,” you prompted. She removed the can from her lips.

“Right…” she muttered, “I guess I should.”

She handed the can back to you.

“Mom told you what happened to my dad, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Then you know why I started working.”

“Yep…”

“And now you’re probably wondering why I didn’t say anything to you.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew that this was the time to tell the truth.

“Yes,” you replied. You heard her head thump against the bark of the tree.

“Well I… I’ll just be frank with you. I didn’t want your help.”

You stayed silent to let her continue. She did.

“I knew that you’d do everything you could to help us out. The prospect of you diving headfirst into my problems scared me, because I knew that you had a tendency to over commit.”

She wasn’t wrong. In junior high, you committed at least half of your time there into baseball, thinking that you’d grow up to be a big shot pitcher when you grew up. No one ever had the heart to tell you that you sucked mega balls at the sport, but you learnt the hard way when you left junior high without ever playing a single baseball game for your school.

“And… That was the exact reason why I broke up with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, failing to make a link between her predicament and your break up. Thankfully, Rei was thorough with her explanations.

“I knew that if I didn’t leave you, you’d find out eventually, and you’d want to help. Then I’d have to reject you, then we’ll argue and… I-I couldn’t go through that cycle. Yes, it’s selfish. Yes, it’s an assumption. But I… I just had this feeling that I’d rope you into my mess if you started to help us out.”

Her voice was wavering by the second. You didn't look at her because you knew that seeing her cry would make you cry too.

“I had to save you from myself so… I left,” she finished. “That’s… That’s it…”

There was a moment of silence as the long unanswered question had finally been brought to a close. With a sigh, you readjusted your seating position.

“I suppose it’s my turn then,” you mused.

“Yea… I-I’m listening.”

You’d been thinking about this moment for a while. You had a plan on what to say, what you’d do, how you’d convey your pain and anguish into coherent sentences… But now that the moment was here, your grand speech had been lost in your mind. didn’t know what to say to her.

With as much courage as you could muster, you opened your eyes and turned your head to Rei. You didn’t know what to make of the look that she gave you, but past her tear-glazed gaze, you could make out the blue that always seemed to be reflected by her eyes.

It was the blue of youth.

It was the blue of your past.

It was the blue of your memories.

It was the blue of your love.

Blue was the colour of the night sky—the setting of when you made that promise to never forget each other. Blue was the colour of your uniform—the clothes that you’d accepted her confession in. Blue was the colour of the summer sky—the sky that you shared so many kisses with her. So many things, moments, emotions… All dumbed down into one simple colour.

And within Rei’s eyes, that was where your blue was. The blue resided there. The blue remained clear.

“Forgive me but… I’m going to curse at you Rei.”

She sat there. Her mouth hung open ever so slightly, her mind unable to fathom what she could possibly say. A tear rolled down your cheek, summer-like colours dazzling your vision. Rei squeezed her eyes shut.

“Let it out,” she warbled. “Let’s fight it out if we have to.”

You stayed silent for a moment, thumbing the tab of your beer. The direction you were taking with this would be a far cry from Rei’s long-winded, heartfelt explanation. But then again… The curse of you being different from her still remained. Whether it pushed her away or pulled her back was in your hands

So you looked her in the eye and released the curse that had been stuck at the back of your throat.

“I’m still fucking in love with you Rei.”

You weren’t sure why you had to phrase it in such a strong way, but it simply felt right in your head. Rei watched you carefully, as if waiting for you to continue, but you had nothing left to say.

“Is that it? Is that your thing now? Giving me one-liners and leaving it as that?”

You could only stare at your beer can.

“I’ve never been good with words Rei… You know that…”

She went silent for a moment.

“Neither of us have been good at communicating,” she remarked, pushing her hair back behind her ear. “It’s one hell of a problem isn’t it?”

She was right. Neither of you were able to communicate how you truly felt about each other up until that point. Finding the words to tell her how you still loved her was hard, so hard that you had to cuss just to get your point across. It felt rather bleak, even pathetic to an extent if you had to admit.

“I guess that’s one similarity between us,” you chuckled. “Looks like the curse of us being different isn’t as prominent as we thought.”

The corners of Rei’s lips turned up into a smile, one of fondness. “Right… That curse.”

She reached out her hand. You handed her the beer can. She tossed her head back and took a swig.

“Since we’re out here airing our thoughts… Can I say something else?”

“Not gonna stop you.”

Rei set the can between the two of you.

“That night, I told you that you were the easiest thing I could let go of… Do you remember that?”

It was hard to forget. She’d devastated you with that line, left you questioning your self worth for an extensive period of time. Of course you remembered what she said.

“Mhm,” you hummed.

Rei sat there for a moment.

“That… That was a lie,” she uttered. “It was a lie… You were the hardest thing to let go of.”

You had a feeling she’d say something along those lines. But you still chuckled and said, “Really?”

Rei wiped her eyes. “Yes…”

You sat on it for a moment, then you asked, “why?”

“Because I loved you. You were the world to me.”

Loved. Were. Past tense. You wondered if what Rei’s mother had disclosed was true.

“And what about now?”

She glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“How do you feel about me now?”

Her lips curled into her teeth.

“I still love you… I always have.”

Ah… There it was. You’d heard it from her mother, you’d heard it from her. Thesis confirmation.

Your sweet potatoes had gone cold inside the paper bag. You hadn��t touched it since you bought it.

“You know Rei… I’ve thought about what I’d do if you ever told me that you still loved me,” you chuckled. “I had a whole speech planned and everything.”

Your fingers gripped a blade of grass and plucked it out of the ground as you vocalised your thoughts. “But now that you’ve actually said it… I don’t know what to tell you anymore.”

“Neither do I,” she replied.

You caught her gaze. She held it.

You blinked.

She surged.

When her lips pressed against yours, your senses stripped from you as everything went still for a second. For a moment and only a moment, it felt like all the wrongs in the world had been righted, a void in your chest made whole. It was only when your back hit the grass did your senses come back to you—A sudden wave of sound, a burst of colour, the smell of her hair, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed up against your chest on the grass. Your hand instinctively wrapped itself around her waist, holding her close to your body as she kissed you gently, tenderly; letting the kiss burn on your lips for as long as she could allow it.

The blasted need to breathe eventually interrupted. Her lips pulled back. Her eyes fluttered open. There on the grass, in front of a bunch of people who were probably giving you the oddest of looks, Naoi Rei had made the first move on you once more. At this point, it was made clear what you were to each other.

Your voice faltered, a hot tear rolling down your cheek as you called her name. “Rei…”

“Yea?”

Her face fit right into the indent of your palm, a familiarity in the sensation of her warm cheek in your hand.

“Please keep loving me. Don’t let me go again…”

Her hand clutched the fabric of your shirt, gently tugging on your t-shirt; pulling you closer.

“I don’t plan to go anywhere,” she replied. “I’m staying… For good this time.”

Everything about the situation felt so right. Once more, reminiscent of that time on the rooftop under the clear blue sky, your lips found hers. A shared breath, a shared moment. Her body felt warm against yours, her hands finding their place on either side of your face, as if she believed you might disappear if she ever let go of you again.

It was a gentle kiss, one of passion and of love.

It was a gentle kiss, one of longing and of need.

Your blue was becoming clearer than ever.

“Take me out,” she whispered. “Somewhere, anywhere… I just want to be with you.”

Your lips curled into a smile. “Aren’t you supposed to tell your Mom that I’m sorry for not drinking the tea?”

“Fuck that,” she giggled. “Take me somewhere.”

You thought about it for a moment.

“How does a tour of my place sound?”

***

Courage. That’s what it took in that moment to bridge the gap between you and Rei. It felt awkward to be vulnerable around her once more, to be honest and speak your mind around her. You had to re-open old wounds to re-establish that connection between the two of you.

But the effort paid off.

With her back pressed against your apartment wall, your tongue dug into her mouth. She held your face tightly in her grasp, pulling you in, pulling you closer. She wasn’t going to let go, neither were you.

“Fuck… I forgot how good that felt,” she rasped.

“I’ve always been a good kisser,” you winked back.

“Now I’ve got a curse for you—Shut the fuck up.”

Your hand reached under her chin. “Make me.”

She did just that.

Stumbling, pressing, pulling, tugging… She was far from gentle as she forced her lips on yours. Wild? Frantic? You had no words that could describe how rough she was. You weren’t too sure how you got into the bedroom, and you sure as hell weren’t sure about how your hand ended up beneath Rei’s jeans, but you knew that she was so incredibly needy.

A smack of her lips. She broke away from you.

“You always liked to rush into things,” she mused as she watched you unbutton her jeans.

“And you always talked a lot… Where do you find the energy to speak this much?”

Her jeans slide off her legs with ease.

“I dunno… Where do you find the energy to read manga after work?”

“How do you know what I do after work?”

She pointed off to the side. You followed her gaze to the shelf next to your bed.

“Still into Jujutsu Kaisen huh?”

You chuckled. “Uh huh… But I’m into something new now…”

She smirked. “Let me guess… Me?”

She was spot on.

You took off your shirt. She unbuttoned her cardigan.

Unfasten, remove. Unfasten, remove.

Skin to skin, you pressed your lips on hers. Your hands found the cool skin of her tummy, her hands rested on your shoulders.

“You have a great body Rei,” you told her.

“Thanks… I’m rather proud of it.”

“As you should be.”

Her hands held your forearms, breath on your neck. Her bra was still on her.

“May I take that off?” you politely requested.

“I dunno…” she smirked, “do I want to let you take it off?”

“That’s up to you.”

With a smile, she reached behind her back. “Give it a second… It takes a bit of manoeuvring.”

“I’m not planning to go anywhere,” you grinned.

Her eyes met yours. Within Naoi Rei was your blue.

“Neither am I.”

click

The fabric atop her chest loosened. Left strap, right strap. Off her body and onto the floor. Simple, quick and alluring. Rounded, shaped and inviting—Her tits sat proudly atop her chest, light nipples standing at attention. You found yourself gawking, a tightness growing in your underwear.

“It’s… It’s rude to stare you know,” she quipped.

You snapped out of it. “Sorry.”

“You better be… Did your mother not teach you how you should behave with a woman?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t bring my Mom into this.”

“I bet she’d be real disappointed if—”

Her gasp tore through her sentence. Your mouth found its place on her left breast, gently sucking on the nub atop the mound. Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet,” you grinned.

“All… Your fault,” she manages to retort, a hint of feistiness in her rebuttal.

“You’re right. Let me take care of it.”

Your digits slipped past the dripping folds, entering the warmth of her insides as you started to feel around inside of her. Juices coated your fingers, flowing from the tip of your pointer to the base of your wrist. Sighs filled your ears.

“Baby…” she whined. Her hips bucked when you found the soft patch of flesh on the roof of her walls. She didn’t hold back on her cries when you began to wiggle your fingers, fingertips vibrating back and forth about the same spot as she squirmed on the bed. Luscious thighs clamped around your hand, locking your wrist in place while you worked your magic on her. Her front teeth revealed themselves when she bit down on her lower lip.

“So… Good…” was all she could say. Wracked with pleasure, driven by need… Rei was a work of art. “L-Like that… Just like that!”

You never remembered her to be this wanton. Then again, it was your first time with her. It was a new side to Rei, a breath of fresh air from the usual cutesy, lovey girl that she was around you. You never knew that she was so well endowed. Then again, Rei never wore anything that flaunted the curves of her body or the swell of her breasts. It was all new to you, a new sensation, a new feel. Her hips were bucking. Filth continued to pour out of her parted lips. Your mouth found itself back on her erect nipples, giving them the attention that they deserved. Her hand found your head, nails digging into the back of your skull.

“That’s it… Suck them…” she rasped. “Suck my tits, they're yours…”

Your eyes caught hers as you looked up. “All mine?”

She nodded furiously. “All… Yours.”

A flurry of motion. Your fingers exit her. Rei’s panties are removed, thrown somewhere in your room. In a matter of seconds, you're positioned above her, cock lined up with her flushed lips.

“I’m gonna own you Rei,” you growled.

With visibly flushed cheeks, she smirked and challenged your gaze. “Less talk. More action.”

You entered her with one firm, strong stroke, burying yourself inside the tight flesh of her body. Rei lets a long, drawn-out moan out as she’s filled with your cock. The moan soon turned into a long string of pleasurable sounds as you began fucking her. Her thighs opened, spread and stayed that way as you begin to fuck her with quick and strong thrusts, firmly spearing yourself within her and making sure she felt each entry and exit in and out of her tight body.

Your delight peaked at the sight before you—Those perfect curves of hers, those large round breasts and her full, flushed thighs bouncing and quivering with each thrust. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, locked on yours from the moment you entered. The blue was replaced with lust and need.

“So fucking good…” she moaned. “More… Give me more…”

You entered her harder, deeper. You move your palm up her body to capture one of her bouncing breasts. The feel of her sweat beneath your skin as you palmed the soft flesh was titillating. Her hardened nipple poked out between your fingers as you squeezed the sensitive flesh with your hand. Rei clasped your hand on her tits with one of her own. She squeezed your hand, passionate and encouraging, urging you to tighten your grip on her mounds. The soft curse that escaped her lips when you obliged told you everything she wanted you to know—She wanted it. She wanted you.

“I’m gonna cum,” she said. The way she conveyed it only urged you to do more. Your movements became more urgent. Though your own orgasm was building, you resolved to make sure she enjoyed hers first.

The hand clutching yours on her breast squeezed your own tighter and tighter. With her body almost completely flushed against yours you increased the tempo of your hips as they crashed against hers. Your hand left her breasts, sliding down to grip her full hips, pulling her into your crotch as you thrusted into her. You slammed her against your body even as you thrusted deep with your shaft, impaling her as hard as you could with each thrust.

“Oh God!,” Rei cursed, “I’m gonna cum so hard! Oh! I’m so close… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna—”

You silence her with a hand around her throat. “Do it, Rei. Cum for me.”

A dark look crossed Rei’s face. As if on command, Rei did just that. You watched as she was ruined by pleasure, losing control of her movements as she withered helplessly on top of your mattress. Her pussy pulsated around you, tightening and loosening, clamping down fiercely around your shaft. Her mouth opened—a soft, strained moan, one of pure pleasure, a gentle release of emotion. You released the hand around her throat.

You slowed your thrusts, letting her slowly wind down from the high while keeping your own orgasm at bay. Sweat glistened on her milky skin, her chest heaving. Her eyes were shut, lips parted to let sweet, fresh oxygen enter her body as she breathed deeply.

“Why… Are you so good at this?” she huffed.

“I think I’m just a natural,” you grinned.

Rei rolled her eyes. “You little narcissist. Come here.”

Her lips graced yours. The must of her sweat was wafting into your nose now, but you couldn’t care less.

“Hey,” she called after you’d broken the seal. “You’re my first…”

You let that sink in. “Really?”

She nodded. “Yep… One and only baby…”

“Wow… I guess I’m… Honoured?” you responded. Rei laughed and pushed your hair out of your eyes.

“Now’s not the time to tell me how you feel,” she lectured, “now’s the time to make me scream and make a mess out of your place.”

“We’ll have to clean up though…”

She smacked you on the shoulder. “Figure of speech dummy.”

You chuckled. “You know me—I’m bad with words.”

Rei giggled, resting a hand on your chest.

“But you’re not too bad with your actions,” she simpered, “so why don’t you talk less and do more?”

You challenged the jeer head on. “You sure?”

She sat on it for a moment. A familiar grin made its way up her face.

“Are you gonna make me change my mind?” she asked.

“Depends… What if I can?”

“I’ll… Buy you lunch for a month.”

You let yourself grin. “Same wager as last time huh?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “Now how expensive is your couch?”

***

You were certain that you were bleeding from at least four points on your head, but you didn’t really care. Rei’s nails dug into your skull, acute pricks of pain littering your skull as she moaned your name. You’d found another way to make her squirm.

Your mouth on her crotch drove her off the rails, the loud gasp that left her throat being the biggest indication. You delivered long, slow licks from bottom to top, the flat of your tongue covering every bit of her pussy before settling on her clit. You swirled the tip of it around the hard little bud, bittersweet and tangy taste of her juices flooding your mouth. Her warm, sticky thighs wrapped themselves around your face, keeping you right where you want to be—Between the pillow heaven of her thighs and right in front of that dripping slit.

“Oh… Oh fuck… You eat me… So good,” Rei drawled. Her voice had taken on a new tone, the pleasure coursing through her body filling the filth spilling forth with generous amounts of need.

She’d make a great singer. You thought to yourself as she started to practically flatten you on her pussy. You wondered why all those agencies turned down a honey sweet voice like hers.

Then again, she wouldn’t be moaning the way she was in an audition. Maybe she would if it was a casting call.

“Oh keep going… I’m so close,” Rei rasped, hips thrusting upwards in a desperation to chase her second orgasm for the night. You were happy to make her cum as many times as she liked. Your goal was to divulge every single method that would make her squirm after all.

Pure filth—raw, unfiltered curses and explanations began streaming out of those parted lips. Her body tensed, her eyes rolled.

The quickly built orgasm took Rei completely by surprise. She twitched, quivered, writhed on your couch as the pleasure completely overwhelmed her. You could hardly hold on to her wildly shaking thighs, struggling to keep your mouth locked onto her crotch as she thrashed about. Her sweet fluids dribbled down your chin, dripping onto your couch and ensuring you a rather complicated clean up. A future problem for future you to solve.

She pushed you off her, her upper limit reached. Her head hit the cushioning of the couch, tremulous legs barely able to stay upright.

“Change your mind yet?” you jeered.

“Fuck… You…” she managed to spit.

“Ah… Guess not,” you huffed.

Maybe you needed something fresh…

***

“B-Baby…”

With her slim tummy pressed up against your kitchen counter, you pushed her hair over her shoulder so that you could see the delicious curve of her back. You looked down, watching as your rock hard cock disappeared and reappeared between the folds of her tight little pussy. Your shaft glistened with her fluids, lubricating your member to the point where you were sliding in and out of her almost effortlessly.

“Harder,” she pleaded, “fuck me harder…”

Both your hands reached around her small frame to fondle those amazing breasts. “You sure.”

She nodded vigorously.

“I’m a good girl… I can take it…” she whined, “Please… Give it to me…”

There was something about the way she vocalised her infinite need. A certain feel, a certain tone… Whatever it was, a dark part of you relished the way she pleaded to be fucked the way she liked it.

It turned you on to no end.

Your right hand tore itself away from her breast, snaking up her collarbone and wrapping itself around her throat. Without warning, you applied pressure to her windpipe. A raspy gasp left her as you start to properly fuck her, giving it to her just the way she wants.

“Yes… Y-Yes baby…” she mewled, “fuck me… Fuck me like this… Own me.”

She had said it. She was yours for the taking.

Drilling in and out of the tight hot warmth of her body, you railed her with quick deep strokes. With each stroke, you concentrated on pumping hard and fast, filling her as much as you could while you relished the tightness of the flesh wrapped around your cock. Skin slapped against skin, mixing with the delightful squelch of her pussy as the two sound waves mixed into an arousing symphony of pleasure. To top it all off, Rei’s strained cries floated above the sounds, filling your ears and filling your desire to make her quiver on your cock.

“Ugh…” Rei strained. She was gripping the counter with a knuckle-white grip, desperately trying to release her pleasure somewhere, anywhere. Her tightness was overwhelming—overwhelmingly tight and hot, overwhelmingly wet and slick. It grasped you tightly with each entrance, just like a glove. It sucked you in, held you, then released you. It was working all sorts of wonders on your body.

“God Rei… I love your tight little pussy,” you growled into her ear. The hand around your throat limits her to a series of grunts and moans to reply to you. You pinched her nipple with your free hand. Her pussy clenched tighter around you. Her hand finds your one on her throat. She squeezed it tighter.

“Har… Der…”

You weren’t one to refuse.

You were practically ramming yourself against her. All the while, her eyes are glued to yours as she looks over her shoulder at you, those eyes glazed with pleasure and lust and just a hint of blue in her eyes, face twisted in a vinous mix of pain and pleasure—unfiltered lust.

Soon Rei was cumming. Her mouth opened in a frozen, wordless “O”, her body tightening and pulsing around you. Her small, curvy frame quivered and shook as she momentarily lost control of herself for the nth time that night. You slowed your thrusts, gradually coming to a stop just as the tingle in your shaft was at its peak. You wanted to save the load for when she officially changed her mind.

You almost forget about your hand clasped around her throat as you watched her cum. It was only when she frantically tapped on your hand did you release her throat from your grasp. She gasped, sweet sweet oxygen refilling her lungs as she slumped forward on your kitchen counter.

“Shit… You okay Rei?” you asked with genuine concern. She gulped down another breath of air.

“I… Still… Don’t change…” she panted. She didn’t need to complete her sentence, you knew what she meant.

“Feisty little duckling,” you sighed. It was getting frustrating. Your cock was aching for the sweet release of your orgasm.

But your ego wouldn’t let you cum before she yielded. You decided that perhaps a nice warm shower could change her mentality.

***

The warm water fell over both of your bodies. Her skin took on a smooth, creamy and quality as it flowed over her perfect body, flowing over her round breasts and flying from her outstretched toes as her legs shook with each thrust. Blonde hair was plastered to her face, her cute features twisted by lust and pleasure. Nails dug into your back, arms pressing you tighter against her. Her pulsing pussy tightened around your shaft, a sign of yet another impending orgasm. You redouble your efforts.

“Cumming… Again?” you half grunted, half teased.

“Yes! Oh fuck I’m so close!” she shamelessly admitted.

Adjusting your grip on her tender ass, you lengthened your thrusts. Deep, hard and fast—you fucked Rei with her back against the cool tile, eliciting cries that echoed throughout your shower. Rei wrapped her legs around your waist, spreading her legs wider for you to get as deep as you could possibly go. She was holding on, grounding herself in the midst of her pleasure while she was being fucked senseless.

“Fuck Rei,” you hissed. “You're so fucking tight.”

“So… Full…” she managed. “I’ll… Never… Fuck…”

She could barely form sentences, the corner of her brain in charge of that rendered useless by the throbbing, rock hard meat that relentlessly slid in and out of her pussy. You had been relentless with your assault, thrusting frantically between her thighs from the get go. Your pride didn’t allow you to cum before Rei yielded. Till she did, you would gladly fuck her, finger her, eat her out… You’d make her cum a hundred times over if it meant beating her.

You shouldn’t be this competitive considering the fact you’d just reunited with her, but something about the carnal way you fucked her and the cries you forced out of that mouth of hers made you believe that she’s enjoying every second of what was happening. She wanted it, loved it, needed it. She was about to break soon, you could feel it.

Her will finally snapped, the last straw on the camel's back laid. Willingly, she dug her face into the crook of your neck.

“Fuck the wager… I… I just need you,” she admitted. “Please… Cum together with me.”

A small sense of euphoria filled you, but it was quickly replaced by the pent up lust within your being. For the next few minutes there were no more words, only the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh and the long, uninterrupted stream of wordless moans escaping Rei’s mouth as she willingly gave in to you against the shower wall. Forehead against hers, your measure ploughed her wet, hot pussy again and again, her tight body rocked from head to toe with each impact of your crotch against her own.

Then in a moment of sheer bliss, you both groaned and succumbed to your orgasms. The pleasure that flooded your body was indescribable, warm, hot semen erupts from your shaft into Rei’s pulsating, welcoming depths that milked you of every last drop. Basking in the intimate moment, you held her close to you, her breath filling your ear to the backdrop of the falling water.

When you pulled out of her, a thick load came oozing out of her creamy little pussy. Her eyes opened, held your gaze… You let yourself swim in the blue that had found its way back into her eyes, as if it never left this whole time.

“I guess… I changed my mind,” she panted. You chuckled weakly.

“That’s what I thought.”

***

As it would turn out, you’d share a lot more firsts with Rei. Her first time buying a Shinkansen bento, her first ride on a Shinkansen, her first time out of Nagoya… You had the privilege of enjoying these experiences that were all new to her by her side. You’d forgotten what it was like to have her in your life, but the familiarity of dating Rei would come back sooner than you thought.

Kisses, hugs, whispers.

“I love you”s, jokes, petty bickering.

Her hand in yours, the blue in her eyes, that smile on her face.

It all felt so nostalgic, teenage years flying right before your eyes. You’d both aged, but you were both the same teenagers that fell in love all those years ago. She was your everlasting blue, a blue that would never go out of style.

One new thing in your relationship was working together. She had a serious side to her that you were getting familiar with, and she was getting used to your task oriented nature. Notebooks filled with your different handwritings, diagrams were analysed and discussed. You wondered why you never got to work with her sooner.

Another thing that was new was the sex and the fact that you were working together now. The night before you were both scheduled to leave, you’d learnt that she could fit your whole length into her mouth without gagging. The morning you were set to leave, you learnt that she loved the feeling of being choked while taking your cock in and out of her dripping pussy. The night you got back to the hotel after a briefing, you learnt that she had a tendency to let her hands drift all over you in the shower. She also had a tendency to moan extra loudly while you fucked her atop the sink.

New day, new things.

“You ever think about dying sometimes?”

You raised your head from your notebook to stare at Rei. With her head resting on a pillow, she stared up at the ceiling.

“Where is this coming from?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Rei shrugged. “Dunno… Just thought about it…”

“That is a horrible way to think…”

“And this is coming from the guy working at 10pm?”

You shut the book and sighed.

“Someone has to be responsible…”

“And that’s my problem because?”

Your lips formed a thin line. You smacked her with your book.

She yelped. “Hey!”

“Cry about it,” you replied.

Rei pouted and sat up. “So this is what I get for trying to initiate conversation.”

“Who starts a conversion by talking about death?” you questioned.

“Me, dummy,” she retorted.

“I worry for your boss… He wants you to talk to clients?”

She snatched your book away from you. “Nag, nag nag… Jesus, you’re like my Mom!”

You clicked your tongue and snatched your book right back.

“Someone has to parent your childish ass,” you muttered.

Rei’s haughty expression softened.

“Yea…” she chuckled. “Guess you’re the best person to take care of me huh?”

You let out a small laugh. She shifted herself closer to you.

“You okay?” she asked you. You nodded.

“I’m fine…” you assured her, “just a little tired”

“It’s fine,” she brushed it off, “I understand.”

Rei yawned next to you. You slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to you as you opened your notebook back up.

“You wanna know something?” she asked.

“What?”

She rested her head on her shoulder. A soft, warm whisper filled your ear. “I love you.”

You didn’t need to look into her eyes to know that the blue was being reflected in her eyes. Your blue would always reside there after all.

For she was Naoi Rei—The girl that shattered your heart and put it back together again. She loved you. She always did.

And you loved her too.

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If you made it all the way here. Thank you so much for reading. I sincerely appreciate all the support you've given me. Have a great day :)

#naoi rei #kpop #smut #rei ive #writing

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heartfullofleeches · 10 months

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Here to once again advocate doll pilot reader this time with a clown performer mix. Quirky scientist reader who has the brains, but not the smarts when it comes to interacting with real people and partners with a tech company for the funds and equipment to make a functioning robot to get around town. The contract comes with the added deal of reader becoming a star on a show they've had in the works for a while about an android learning the ropes of life as a human - which in turn works in favor for reader and their poor social skills

Reader presents far more cheerful than they are in person most of the cast assume their robot to be advanced a.i. Their genuine confusion on basic human educate and them stuffing bagels in their mouth to take to their human self sells their clueless act well. A few might've developed a little obsession crush on the bot but alas it could never be... If only...

"Hey, can you pass me that charger?"

"Sure." Their co-star smiles as the android unstraps the bracelet from its arm and plugs the cord into an outlet on their wrist - hooking the charger up to the phone in their hand. It yawns without a breathe - rubbing at its eyes. So cute♡- Just where did they get the parts to make this bot.... what's that room on their screen?

"This? It's my bedroom. Needed to do some cleaning today but obviously I had work. Might do some while I'm sleep since my link we have is neurological."

It sure is.... wait- huh?

"Nobody ever tell you? Actually, only like... three people know so I don't blame you. I'm human just like you.. well, the me back home is. I have severe anxiety and not as chipper as I am on stage. Nice to meet ya - name's Y/n, but I'm sure you already knew that."

... ah.. that - definitely wasn't in the pamphlets.

In come the - innocent queries about the real you. Your bot is modeled off you - are you as cute as it? What's your full name? Address? Oops- looks like your charger disappeared. Filming took extra long today - might run out of battery before you get home. Maybe your kind, well meaning coworker can bring it to you?

crackpost under cut

Yan: I'm so happy to finally have you home, angel. Anything I can get you?

Human Reader: Just a glass of water, please-

Yan: anything for you dearest~

[Human Reader kicks off their shoe and takes the sleeping pill from their sock as their Yan returns]

Human Reader: Thank you- [swallows the pill and passes out - their robot kicking down the front door, smacking the shit outta their yan, and carring their human body back home. Yan, broke jaw and all, takes a picture of their sleeping angel carried away in their own arms]

Yan: worth it...

[Robot Reader picks up groceries after work covered up by a surgical mask and an oversized sweater. One of their fans sneaks up and tags magnet to their backside]

Yan fan: found you, dear~

Robot Reader: oh! Haha, ya got me! Would you like an autograph? Here- [wheels their cart into the fan and sprints off into the parking lot.]

Human Reader, watching Yan make out with their robot before their identity is revealed thinking noone is watching:

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere #yandere text

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popponn · 7 months

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how one looks. [isagi yoichi x f!reader]

notes: this was born out of love and rage for his anime official arts' clothes because why is my man dressed like t h a t way too many times already... so i will bully him a bit (then feel bad about it. and it shows). other than that: fluff, yoichi got so sappy and so smitten for a hot sec, yoichi's fashion sense slander (and lets be honest. it deserves it. yoichi's plus point, many. negative point, his closet.)

“You know,” you began and Yoichi instantly felt like he was about to get a ball kicked to his face. “I had been thinking. Why do you look like an unfashionable grandpa sometimes?”

“…huh?” Yoichi responded, not really knowing how to answer to that. What should a guy do when their girlfriend of three years plus a half, who is also probably the love of their life, insinuate something about their appearance? Neither Blue Lock nor his parents prepared him for this.

With your eyes squinting at him, you leaned towards him from your seat in the armchair. One hand perched on the armrest and supported your chin as your face scrunched up from your thoughts. “I mean, I do think you are cute and handsome. Charming too,” you said.

Yoichi tried not to melt. Years passed and he is still weak whenever you praise him out of blue like this. From his parents to his teammates to Noel Noa knew about this—so, in attempt to be normal, Yoichi tried to kept everything under a soft smile directed to you only, “Gosh. You know, you are—”

“Hey, this is about you not me. Shush, shush,” you scolded him lightly with a finger pressed to his lips. This time, Yoichi could only blinked absentmindedly as you continued in a serious manner, “But, you see, if I look at you properly without bias—I wonder why I could think like that.”

It was at this point Yoichi realized you were trying to call him not cute, not handsome, and not charming in a very roundabout way. Again, confused on how to react to things like this, he said, “…uh?”

You were not Rin, Barou, Kaiser or anyone he shared competitive trash talking with hell and back—and even calling him ‘ugly’ really was tame to the shits spitted out straight at his face. You were never like this and Yoichi knows since the four years ‘unclear situationship’ period that his appearance really does not matter to you who would look at him gently even with his face dressed in odd drawings courtesy of Bachira’s oil markers. With that being said, he really didn’t understand what was going on.

“Your hair is honestly generic. Like, I really get why Rin said he called you NPC back then,” you explained and Yoichi tried not to wince. “Oh, but don’t change it! If it changes, especially without me knowing beforehand, I probably won’t recognize you. Though what’s a bit unique about them are probably only your sprout and bangs…kind of?”

In silence and in attempt to be a good boyfriend, Yoichi could only nod.

“And then, your fashion sense…” you continued, pity coloring your face, “…actually, where do I start on that one? I think that one part of you is so hopeless it kind of turn around to cute… in a really naive and stupid way though.”

For a moment, Yoichi remembered how he used to think in Blue Lock some people could be very harsh in commenting. Turns out, listening to your girlfriend obliterating you appearance wise is a whole another level of ego bruising experience. “Now, come on, you know I’m not good at those mix matching thing…” he admitted with pain in his voice. Because at this point what could he do?

“Of course I know,” you said as if he was saying that sky is blue. “I mean, remember how I used to tease you about ‘all point in soccer and social skill, zero in others’?” Yoichi doubted that it was all ‘teasing’. At this moment, it felt like lighthearted bullying. “I’m not exactly a hundred percent kidding, you know.”

At least he saw this one coming.

“Ugh, what brought this on suddenly, seriously?” Yoichi asked with a groan. Did he do something? He didn’t forget an anniversary or something, right?

You hummed, before answering hesitantly, “Hmm…nothing much actually?”

“So you just said all that for no reason?!” he cried out, not actually buying you answer. At that, you stayed silent for a moment.

“…actually, it’s because I saw a photo of you online, not the most recent, I think,” you finally admitted, your eyes slowly drifting away from his face. “…your clothes was so ugly there I felt like burning your closet suddenly.”

“Please don’t,” Yoichi said quickly, before prompting you to continue. “And?”

“…it’s a waste,” you continued. “You are handsome, cute. Your eyes look good when you are focused. You are like a really handsome cat who is really good at soccer. But you dress like an unfashionable grandpa who really loves neon green sometimes, so it’s a waste.”

Listening to your explanation, both fondness and exasperation overcame Yoichi in a wave that felt like a pleasant breeze compared to whatever you just dished out to him seconds ago. “Don’t burn my closet though,” Yoichi said, utterly serious and yet somehow still couldn’t find it in himself to be even be a little stern on you after such honest praises.

Suddenly feeling a bit shy and tired, Yoichi buried his face in his hands. He knew for sure his face was red. And he knew how obviously weak he is for you. From the back of his mind, he could hear some familiar voices poking at him for being like this, but in the end there will always be a part of him that is so in love with you it becomes straight up stupid.

Maybe it indeed is so dumb and selfish, because as long as you are happy and it is a time shared with him, Yoichi probably wouldn’t really mind having to listen to you calling him an ‘unfashionable grandpa’ everyday.

He, more than anyone, understands how the two of you has dreams and life that took the two of you away from each other. And even then, Yoichi knows that that one part of him—one that always gaze at your sleeping figure silently, wondering how he could have this and why someone as wonderful as you is here by his side—is rightfully fearful of a ‘bad ending’. Yoichi knows you love him. Yoichi knows he loves you. Yoichi got called selfish, egoistic, self centered, and self serving many times already in matches, and that is exactly why—he knows himself.

If it’s for you—for every part of life you had given to him, for every part of you that he had fallen in love with—he is ready to be as selfless as he could.

Happily and gladly.

“Hey, you have been silent for a while now.” A pair of hands warped itself around him, meekly, as your head rested on his back. “…sorry. Was I too much? I made you overthink, didn’t I? You know I still love you, right? Even if you suddenly wake up as a wrinkly grandpa with creaking knees tomorrow.”

Yoichi laughed at that, still covering part of his face. “I don’t want to retire yet so that better not happen,” he replied lightly, going along with you.

“…you are not crying, right?” you asked, guilt written all over your tone. Yoichi tried and failed to held back a chuckle. So, accepting his fate as a lovesick asshole, he turned and pushed you to the sofa, laying his face down on your stomach as he settled in an uncomfortable position to hug you.

Yet, without paying any mind to his lower body that remained sitting whilst upper body rested on you, Yoichi said, “I’m not. How could I with you hugging me like this?”

“…really?”

“Really.”

“…should we really stay like this any longer though…?” you asked, eventually. “I’m worried for your hips.”

“I’m fine,” Yoichi said while nuzzling his face slowly to your clothes. “Just think of this as payback for bullying me.”

You scoffed lightly at that, “And you said you were fine.”

“Yeah, I am,” Yoichi said as he felt your fingers combed through his hair. So much for commenting his hairstyle. He made a note to tease you later, but for a bit longer—

“Just, let me stay here, okay?”

#bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #bllk fluff #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #isagi fluff #isagi x reader #extra: yoichi will be taken to a shopping trip tomorrow. unwritten in this version of ending tho. still as smitten tho.#there is supposed to be on field isagi ver ending where yOU KNOW but yeah this is impulsive enough as it is #i can go on but tldr love live laugh yoichi heart emoji

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yanmusing · 13 days

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Yan!Fem! Barista x fem!reader pt. 2

In headcanon form!

Part 1

Tw for nasty thoughts per usual with this one LMAO

♡And so our dear Yanfem! Barista decides to get closer to you! In her own way, of course.

♡As you go up to the counter to pick up your plate, she takes the chance to slip you a piece of paper.

♡She turns around and attends another customer with a genuine smile. You make your way back to your table and curiously open the note. Call me sometime. I'll be waiting 🩷 -Giselle

♡Any person with decently good social skills would see this as a win. But you? You're TERRIFIED of phone calls! Especially if a woman is on the other end of the line! A woman that's interested in you!

♡Maybe... maybe she just wants to be friends? Gal pals? Ahah...

♡You take a moment to turn around from your seat and look from the paper towards Giselle.

♡As luck would have it, she's gauging your reaction as she's brewing some coffee. She smiles at you and gives you a wink.

♡Our beloved Giselle knows how to get into people's heads, and you happen to be exactly her type.

♡You immediately turn red in the face. Aaand this is your sign to turn your ass back around and finish whatever you were working on.

♡Meanwhile, Giselle serves up more customers as the day gets busier and even chats them up and makes them laugh. You really know how to lift someone's spirits, huh?

♡Eventually, her shifts ends and she's grabbing her coat to leave.

♡"Wait-"

♡What's this?

♡"I, uhm, wanted to ask you something."

♡You fidget awkwardly.

♡Oh my goodness. Is this what Giselle thinks it is?

♡"Could we maybe talk about this?" You nervously unfold the paper with her number on it.

♡Your breathing gets just a tad bit shallower. You try not to let it show, but your hands are trembling ever so slightly. The way that you're standing is rather stiff, too.

♡Do you need her to help you relax? You need Giselle to comfort you and tell you how strong you're being for her?

♡Ahem. Focus, Giselle.

♡She's gonna have her fun with you. Patience.

♡But maybe just a little indulgence is okay.

♡"I don't know what you mean." She looks at you with a concerned face.

♡Your mind starts racing– and so do your words.

♡"Oh, uhm, I meant like if you could just clarify why you gave me your number, is all."

♡"Why I gave you my number? Did you think it was to take you out on a date?" She raises an eyebrow at you. She moves aside (and away from you) to let people in.

♡And of course, your darling self follows her. Even though she's just a bit farther away.

♡Ugh, she just needs to have you already. Ah, you'd look so pretty with your hands tied.

♡"I wouldn't have minded if it was." Your eyes nervously meet hers.

♡So her lady is being bold now?

♡In all honesty, she was getting off to this.

♡"Depends If you can be brave enough to call me. But if you can't– you know where to find me, sweetheart. I won't hold it against you. And remember to pick up your things from your table."

♡Giselle waves farewell to you and gives you a wink.

♡Oh shit. You left your things inside!!!

♡You scurry back in and hastily pick up your materials; it's a miracle no one stole your laptop. And whatever you were working on is long forgotten as you awkwardly walk out of the Cafe.

♡After transporting yourself back home, you try to plan out what you want to say.

♡You try. You definitely do.

♡You think about it while you're washing your dishes. When you're sweeping. Cooking. Reading. You even finish folding the pile of clothes on that one chair.

♡While doing so, your mind wanders to Giselle. She seems so kind and considerate... even a bit dominant. You wonder what she would be like if she was at your house: she's helping you do your chores, giving you soft kisses as she passes by you, even flirts with you.

♡"What's my princess doing, walking around the house doing work?" She scoops you up into her arms and holds you tight, attacking you with a flurry of kisses.

♡You give her a hearty laugh. "Giselle, you know we both need to do things around the house. I don't want it to be just you, I'd feel bad."

♡"Oh but just look at you, your bones are breaking and you're- you're dying!!!" She dramatically wipes her tears with your shirt. "I think... I think my princess needs a reward, hmm?"

♡Even when she's fucking you, she's praising you.

♡"You're such a good girl, give me just one more."

♡She has you from behind. Her hand is way up your shirt and the other is shoved down your shorts. Your breathy moans make her plant kisses up and down your neck, leaving small bites in their wake.

♡"Doing so good for me, aren't you princess? Yeah? I know you need me so badly, I know." She coos.

♡You're suddenly transported back into reality.

♡You realize you've been folding your clothes wrong.

♡You blink a few times to readjust to your waking consciousness

♡You promptly flop on your bed and scream into one the pillows

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Fem reader was DEF feeling what Giselle was putting down LMAO

Hope yall liked this part and stay tuned for pt. 3!

#fem yandere #yandere wlw #yandere lesbian #yandere community #yandere gf #yandere woman #yandere #yandere girlfriend #yandere x reader #yandere barista

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thelittleliars · 3 months

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P.S. I Want You | Chapter 4

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: dirty talk, mentions of fireworks, (i think that's it)

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AN: I wrote like 95% of the chapter months ago and only recently it felt like the right time to edit it and change some things. I had plans for a chapter 5 & 6 happening but I'm honestly not really feeling this series anymore. I still love it dearly and that's why there will be another chapter at one point. I can't leave it all hanging like this! P.S. I Want You Masterlist

Morning rolled in way too fast for your liking. You did sleep in but it simply wasn't enough as you still felt very tired. The sound of your doorbell ringing worsened your mood, you grumpily stood up and walked towards your front door. You let out a breath of air before taking a long breath in and prepared yourself for social interaction but it was as if the universe was having it with you that day because when you opened the door, you somehow knocked your elbow against it, the pain hurt like hell. "Fucking shit!" You shut your eyes before collecting yourself and look at the person standing in front of you. Natasha stood there all shy and for a moment you didn't realize that it was her but when you did you tried to remember what happened the night before. It came to you fast that the two of you fell asleep on your couch. With one look at her clothes you instantly knew she had left at some point at night. You didn't know why you felt sad and betrayed that she just left without waking you up and telling you it face to face but the fact that she was here again had something to mean right?

She looked in your eyes for a while before asking if she could come in. You of course let her in and closed the door after she stepped into your apartment. Why she was here so early and in a new set of (changed) clothes was something you were wondering but had no desire to ask with that sour mood of yours. Without another word you went into your kitchen, Natasha followed you silently and only spoke when she saw you started to make coffee.

"I hope you're not mad at me for leaving without a note. Everything was suddenly too much for me and I had to get some air. This morning I felt guilty for leaving you so I wanted to buy you coffee to make it up to you but literally everything seems to be closed today." She frowned.

You shook your head. "I'm not mad even if it might seem right now. All I need is coffee to wake up properly."

"Okay." The small grin that appeared on her face made her look even more adorable but you didn't tell her that. Instead you told her to wait here as you wanted to freshen yourself up. Natasha took a look around your apartment again as you quickly brushed your teeth, made your hair and changed clothes before grabbing your phone from your nightstand and headed back. "No wonder everything's closed today. It's the 20th - St. Stephen's Day!" You grabbed two mugs and poured the fresh hot coffee in it, then walked over to the kitchen table where Natasha had sat herself when she saw you entering the room again. You quickly walked back to get the milk. "Need any sugar for your coffee?"

She shook her head. "No, I drink it black. Sometimes with milk to switch it up." At first she only sipped on her coffee to test the taste of it, which was heavenly, she had to complimented your coffee making skill that made you giggle. You appreciated her words anyways. "St Stephen's Day huh? Does anything open at all today?"

"Museums and thermal bath are open and so are most restaurants but that's it. Today's national holiday is to celebrate the name day of the first king of Hungary, King Stephen but also the day of the foundation of Hungary and 'the day of the new bread'." You told her as much as you could, which was barely anything but she still listened intently. And boy you felt how intently she listened to every word that came out of your mouth. Her gaze was hot as it wandered around your face, taking in every micro expression as you talked, and every now and then went to your lips. She knew you noticed it as she saw your ears turning into a shade of pink. "Would you be up to go to a museum? Wait not forget it. It's gonna be packed." You were embarrassed that you didn't think it through before opening your mouth to suggest something. What you didn't expect was how sweet Natasha was reacting. "I wouldn't mind going with you but after what happened last year I don't think it's the wisest to go outside when it's packed. There's a high chance of people recognizing me and I don't want to ruin our time together. I came here for you and only you, not for other people recognizing an ex-fugitive and Avenger."

"So a day in? Just you and me and our sexual tension." You wiggled your eyebrows. Natasha was suddenly taken aback from your boldness, she also wasn't expecting you voicing your sexual attraction so openly. You constantly look so innocent that she hadn't gotten in her head yet that your mind is very dirty. "I give it to you. You hide the lust well, I almost don't see it in your eyes but there are seconds where you crack. And what I see then.. oh lord it's fucking sexy." The redhead's body froze, her eyes widen in shock and desire, her breathe got faster as she tried to stop the thoughts from rushing in her head, she failed miserable though. She slowly could feel how turned on she got, that's what had her shift in her seat, you saw it and hid your smirk behind your mug as you drank the coffee. "It's quite hot in here maybe I shou-" She cut your teasing short. "NO! I mean it's not that hot in here. A window should do it otherwise I recommend a cold shower."

You smiled at her before you looked down at your mug. "I'm sorry for teasing you so shamelessly. I don't know what came over me. All I know is that you gave me a huge boost of confidence."

"Wow look at that. First being so bold and now getting all shy?

"It's all your doing! You drive me so crazy that I don't know how to act around you."

"I do have that affect on people." She smiles smugly. It's as if she wanted to kill you.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" You changed the topic. She told you that she didn't had anything but your coffee so when you offered to make something she quickly agreed. It was not much but you both were alright with scrambled eggs, bread with cheese or jam and some oatmeal. The two of you ate quietly breakfast quietly, only asking each other a few questions occasionally. Afterwards you retreated onto the couch with another fresh cup of coffee. As you watched a tv show you couldn't help but stealing glances at her. The woman looked so stunning with her loosened braid and the redness of her hair.. it amazed you each and every time you saw it, even drove you almost mad because you couldn't believe how she was real. Your glances turned into a stare at some point. When you got caught you got lost even more in wondering how she could be real that you didn't notice how close she came and where her hands went. "Y/N?"

"Gosh Nat." You almost moaned because of her beauty. "How are you even real? I have trouble believing that you're not heaven sent." The moment you finally realized her closeness to you, it felt like as if your heart wanted to jump out of your chest, it was beating that fast. "Right now the biggest urge I have is to make you mine. You intrigued me the second I first saw you and the more you wrote me your postcards, the more I knew I won't ever be able to let you go. We don't know each other that long and I honestly don't know that much about you but I like you a lot. But I'm honestly so afraid to scare you away by asking you to be my girlfriend so instead of asking I'll just let you know my feelings and when you're ready you can ask me or simply say an answer. Until then can I kiss you to still my urge?" You were right of having to be afraid of asking, Natasha was too overwhelmed and scared to answer. Though she had no doubts about kissing you so she leaned forward and closed the gap. Those soft kisses she indicated turned into a full make out session because you couldn't seem to get enough of her. Something in her mind had switched and everything turned more heated. Open mouth kisses lead to tangling fingers in each others hair and hot kissing trailing down your throat. "Oh sweet fucking Jesus." You cursed and moaned quietly. "I want to fuck you so bad and then I want you fucking me til it's dawn."

Natasha stopped and looked into your eyes that were hazed. "You sure do have one hell of a dirty mouth for a virgin." You raised an eyebrow. "I'm way too old to be a fucking innocent virgin. Virginity is overrated anyways."

"Who needs an innocent virgin anyways when you can get a dirty mouthed virgin because that - that is way sexier." You smashed your lips against hers again all while grabbing her waist to push your bodies so close together that there wasn't any space. Despite the kissing getting wild again, you nor her made a move beyond that. You both kind of knew it wasn't the right time. "I think I need an awful cold shower."

"Me too. How about we save water by taking one together?" She teased you a last time. You groaned and hid your face in her neck.

"You're the worst." You mumbled as you continued to hold her.

Later that day, hours after Natasha had gone to the place she rented and you had a cold shower, you hit her up with a text message.

Today 6:34 PM Fireworks along the Danube start at 9pm. Wanna go with me? I can give you a cap and sunglass as cover.

Today 7:22 PM At what time should I be at your apartment?

Today 7:24 PM Around 8:30 would be great.

Today 7:29 PM Okay sounds good. See you then :)

Exactly at 8:30 pm the doorbell of your apartment rang. Natasha was punctual and that impressed you significantly. You were once again shocked when you saw her in a grey black striped hoodie and a grey-brownish jacket over it. That outfit suited her so well. After giving her a compliment, you grabbed your keys and stuffed them into the pocket of your pants.

Together you took the metro that stops at the Parliament. There were already a tons of people which shouldn't be a surprise but it was anyways. You took Natasha's hand in your own to move through the crowd without loosing her. After a couple of minutes you found a perfect spot to stay and watch the fireworks. "I really hope that not more people will come right now. I hate when crowds basically squeeze you to death."

"You have me here so you won't get squeezed to death. I'll protect you."

"Well thank you my dear knight in shining armor." The redhead didn't say anything, she only raised an eyebrow. "Sorry my bad. I meant to say thank you my dear Avenger."

Natasha scoffed and shook her head. "You're unbelievable." You grinned at her and asked her why that was so. "You didn't know about the Avengers until a few days ago and now you're poking fun at me!"

"Wrong. I knew about the Avengers just not that all of you are the Avengers or what you look like." You explained. The banter continued until they started the firework show. And it blew you away, fireworks always blew you always since it fascinated you deeply. The sound, the colors, the patterns, the explosions. Somewhere in the middle Natasha turned your head towards her and pulled you into a sweet kiss. During that moment it really felt like a once in a lifetime kiss that created butterflies in your stomach. It was probably the start of you falling for the Black Widow.

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On the other side of the world, Yelena laughed her ass off as Kate showed her what tabloids had written about her sister. She found it extremely funny that Natasha had gotten recognized overseas this quick. She had left New York only 3 days prior and now headlines were flying around without stopping anytime soon.

Black Widow was seen with alleged girlfriend in Budapest.

Black Widow back in Budapest!

Black Widow spotted kissing an unknown Woman in Budapest.

Black Widow getting cosy with a local in Budapest.

Yelena not only sent screenshots of the headlines of the articles to her sister but she also sent the blurry photo that showed you and the redhead kissing in the middle of the crowd.

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Today 12:44 PM When are you off work?

Today 2:16 PM At 4pm, why?

Today 2:17 PM I'll be waiting for you at your apartment then. Need to talk to you as soon as possible.

Her text seemed very urgent to you, it confused you to why she needed to talk to you asap. The curiosity was killing you especially because you couldn't just call her to ask what was up. You were still at work, you had your break a little before Natasha first wrote so there was no way you were able to get another one. For the remaining two hours you were plagued by wondering what Natasha wanted to talk about. It made you incredible nervous when you saw that she wasn't standing in front of your door. You quickly unlocked your door and went inside. Natasha was pacing around your open living room and only stopped after the sound of a door closing. She quickly shoved her phone into your hands, the chat with Yelena was open - you noticed the tiny heart behind your name, the blurry photo of you together was the first of the many screenshots Yelena sent Natasha. You had to admit that the photo was pretty cute and made you feel all warm inside but that was before reading the countless headlines.

"I thought we were safe yesterday!" She started pacing again. The frustration on her face was something you noticed instantly. You stood there nervous, not knowing how to feel about everything. There weren't paparazzi's here so you should still be safe in a way.

"Nat look, we tried our best among the thousands of people that were on the streets. I know it only took one to recognize you but we are still lucky that the photo is very blurry to even make out my face." You tried to see the positive side of the situation. "And now when we go outside together then well I guess I have to wear a cap and sunglasses too. But I don't mind that as long as I'll have you."

She stopped in her tracks as she needed to be still in order to analyzing your face. The sigh you heard from her sounded defeated, you can only imagine what she must be feeling like. "I don't want you to hide yourself just to be with me but if that's the only way not to drag you into this public shit.. god this is so fucked up!"

"We just have to lay low for the next couple of days. And after that we just need a cover."

"What if I cut and die my hair?"

"W-what?" You wouldn't mind seeing a new hairstyle on her but it still shocked you.

"Nobody would recognize me of I cut my hair short and die it blonde. I always wanted to try it out and this is the perfect opportunity for it."

"Are you sure Natasha?" She nodded. "Okay uhh one of my co-worker's husband a hairdresser. They're both always discreet with things. I could ask her tomorrow at work."

"You'd really do that?" You nodded. "Then yes please ask her." She walked over to you and gave you a kiss. "Thank you." Once again you only nodded your head. Suddenly your stomach grumbled loudly, you had yet to eat something before starting dinner. Natasha playfully scolded you for not having eaten yet. You then took an apple and ate it in front of her. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" She hesitantly agreed your invitation. "Okay good. I need to go to the grocery store though. Wanna stay here or come with me?"

"I think it's best to stay, if that's alright with you?" You assured her that it was fine and to make herself feel at home. Grocery shopping didn't take long but you came back to Natasha sitting in your reading chair with your fluffy blanket and a book in her hand. A cup of hot coffee or tea and a lit candle were on the small wooden table next to her. The sight of her melted your heart and since it seemed like she hadn't heard you coming in, you took the chance to secretly take a photo of her. After looking if the photo came out good you proceeded putting all the groceries in the kitchen.

Then you were leaning against your bookcase that was near her. "How's the book?" You asked softly, not wanting to startle her. She immediately put a piece of paper in the book and closed it. "It's amazing." Her attention was fully on you.

You smiled at her answer. "I'm glad to hear it. That's one of my favorites."

"I figured." She replied. "You have a lot of different editions of the book and you even put those post it notes in it." She pointed to the colorful index makers you had put in it. And since you loved annotating every book you read, you had your stuff for that in a small box on your shelf.

"I'm usually very picky and cautious of giving other people my books but if you're certain that you want to finish the book then I'll even allow you to annotate it too." You came closer and pointed to the markers. She was thinking about it before something else came to her mind. Natasha decided to snatch your hand and pulled you onto her lap. She then gently put the book onto the table. "I might want to finish something else first." The woman told you as she leaned towards your face.

"Something or someone?" You asked while watching her eye movement closely. She sighed and rested her forehead against yours. "You're driving me crazy."

"What if we just decide to have sex?" You asked boldly. "I mean we're both adults with clear conscious of what we'd do. We also went on a date already.. so what do you say?" She sighed. "I don't want your first time to be rushed. I'm afraid that one day you'll regret losing your virginity to me." Her concern was heart warming and instead of answering as softly as her you needed to make it more jokingly. "Aren't first times always something you regret?" You raised your brow.

"Let's wait and see if you still find me attractive with short and dyed hair." She countered back. You gave her a sad smile. "Not gonna lie, I'll miss your red hair." You rested your arms on her shoulders and put your hands in the nape of her neck playing with her hair. "I definitely need a photo of us where you still have your red hair."

"You have that paparazzi or rather fan photo." That was true but it wasn't the same. "But it doesn't show my pretty side." You pouted.

"You have a pretty side? Since when?" She joked. You put your hand over your heart. "Man this is cruel. My confidence took a hard hit from your words."

"Let me make it up to you with a kiss." She said before she kissed you gently.

"I need more than one kiss." She was about to kiss you again when your stomach announced itself. You kissed her quickly before standing up. "Apparently my body need me more than I need kisses. Sorry! I really should start dinner."

"Now this is what you call cruel." She groaned while you giggled.

Natasha went back to reading as you cooked dinner. You did a simple creamy tuscan chicken pasta for her. If you had more time you would have made Csirke Paprikás (Chicken Paprikash) but the spaetzle for that dish take a while to make. Maybe you could invite her to stay over the weekend and surprise her with the delicious food.

When you were finished cooking, you set the table and called Natasha to come. Both of you made light conversation over the food that the redhead seemed to love. As it was getting later she said her goodbyes and thanked you again for dinner. For the first time in a long time you slept like a rock that night.

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The next day around 12 pm Natasha received a text message from you, telling her that the hairdresser husband had some free time and could squeeze the redhead in if she was sure to really cut and dye her hair.

Natasha was very conflicted if she really should do it but she knew she had to choose quick so she didn't think about it too long before she texted you her answer.

Cancel it. I have a better idea.

You didn't hear another word from her that day and half of the following day. Shortly after she knew your work day were over she asked via text message if she could come over. You texted her back, saying she was welcome anytime. So it wasn't a surprise to see her in your apartment when you arrived home. "How'd get in?" You asked her as you studied Natasha. She still had her red hair and it was also still the same length as before.

"Picked your lock." Then she shrugged like it was nothing. You closed the door behind you before taking off your shoes and walking further in the room. "I need to buy a better lock then. So.. you haven't changed your hair."

She hummed and nodded in agreement. With slow but steady steps she was quick to be right in front of you. "Something constantly reminded me the sad and longing expression you had on your when I said I'd change it up." That was only part of the whole truth. She couldn't never admit the other part out loud. She'd come off too strong otherwise.

"You should do what feels right for you and not get influenced by others." You told her. "Though I'm actually a tiny bit glad you're still a redhead."

"You sure are into redheads huh?" You blushed deeply since she was spot on. "I'm flattered."

"Y-you're flattered? When you look like that." You looked up and down her whole figure. "Like a - like a literal goddess and I look like a potato!" She leaned towards your ear, feeling the hot air that was her breath, it gave you goosebumps and as soon as her raspy voice hit your eardrums you got weak in the knees. "Potatoes might look average to some people but once you change them into fries, those 'potatoes' are suddenly pretty popular."

"You're seriously comparing this with actual potatoes??" She nodded. "Yeah why not?"

"Because that doesn't make me feel less flustered." You admitted quietly while she smirked at your confession. "Oh my, Y/N does this little teasing actually turn you on?"

"How couldn't it? I mean with a voice like yours..! Anyways -" You tried to change the direction of the conversation but she cut you off. "No, no don't change the topic on me now this is too interesting. Tell me, what are things that turn you on?"

"You can't be serious Nat."

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" She looked so serious that it kinda frightened you. "I uhh-" Your brain was empty, you didn't come up with anything. "You put me on the spot and now I can't think of anything!" Natasha giggled, she loved the affect she had on you. "Enough about me, what is something that turns you on?"

"The other person being dominant especially in a domestic environment. And when someone plays with my hair." She clears her throat and looked away after she said the last sentence. The woman had said the other reason that she swore she wouldn't admit out loud of why she did not cut her hair cut. You gasped as you realized exactly that. "I guess there are more things but I-" You cut her off with a short unexpected kiss. Natasha thought she'd be embarrassed after admitting something so personal but she didn't feel that way. It was because you didn't judge her, there was no need for judgement in your eyes. She leaned her forehead against yours as she took in the needed comfort you gave her. You saw her relaxing even more when your arms went around her shoulder and your fingers curled in her hair. "I guess your voice is the biggest turn on for me. The different tones of your voice when you talk, especially your teasing voice has just something.. I don't know how to explain it but let's just say the range of your voice is sexy as fuck. But don't get me wrong, I can and do appreciate your voice simply as it is without getting turned on! I don't want you to think that I sexualize anything you do or say."

"Thank you for being honest and treating me like I'm human." With the way she talked you assumed that most people didn't treat her well and that broke your heart. You were lucky that people weren't cat calling you on streets so you can only imagine how much worse it must be for women who are as stunning as Natasha and also who were in the public eye constantly. "Fuck everyone who doesn't treat you like human! You are not a puppet, you are not a robot or some toy to be played with! You and every other single woman are human beings that simply should be treated like any other human being." You took a deep breath to calm you down. "The idea that just popped into my head is ridiculous. I wanted to show you how you should be treated.. with sex but that's not the only way to demonstrate being treated right or be intimate with one another. So my dear Natasha Romanoff, what does your heart desire? Do you like flowers? Chocolate? Or books? Some people like CD's and Vinyls better. I'd even buy jewelry if you're into that? I'd even make those self made 'friendship' bracelets for us even though I don't have patience for that type of stuff."

"Your consideration is very heart warming Y/N." You felt her playing with the hem of your shirt. It made you think that she was a bit nervous. "I honestly don't know if I like to be showered with so much affection. I had a rough childhood with a much more difficult teenage hood so maybe a hug is all I need right now."

And so you hugged her for a long time. Turned out you needed a hug as badly as she did too. After a while you both moved to the couch and cuddled. At some point though you had the urge to hold Natasha in a spooning position. She agreed when you asked if it were possible to spoon for some minutes. Those few minutes turned into 30 minutes of enjoying each other's closeness. That half an hour was intimate and it somewhat bonded you both in a way you couldn't describe. "Are you ready to get up?" You asked as you planted a kiss on her shoulder. She turned her head as much as she could towards you. "5 more minutes?" You nodded and quickly stole a kiss from her. "I hope you don't mind me stealing so many kisses from you. Also in those five minutes you requested, could be switch positions? I wanna be hold by you now." You pouted with your mouth like a little puppy.

"Your kisses are always unexpected but I let it slide since they're nice." She then turned her body with her hands on you, ushering you to do the same. You groaned at the sudden warmth change but turned around anyways. The arm that was looped around your waist had a nice comfortable weight and you almost didn't want to change that if you hadn't schemed another plan already. You wanted her hand to rest somewhere else, somewhere where it'd be more cozy, and that would be your boobs. You grabbed her hand and lead it up your t-shirt until the palm of her hand was touching your breasts. "This is so much better." It was the only thing you said. Not even a minute later, you felt soft pressure as she had started to groped your boob gently. The bra you wore was holding back a lot but from everything that you did feel was simply heavenly. "If only I were naked." You uttered the words with an almost inaudible moan. To tease you even further Natasha began to leave warm - nearly wet kisses on your neck. "Oh fuck, don't stop please." The pleading was now turning on the redhead. She never thought that being a little submissive would be so sexy. "Sweet Jesus I'm in heaven."

"We've barely even started yet Detka and you're acting all on edge already." She mused. You groaned again but this time at the little embarrassment you felt. "It was one moan! Don't judge me for something you are doing to me." The redhead grinned then dove back into kissing you. She lulled a few more moans out of you before she stopped. "The 5 minutes are over. Let's get our butts up and do something productive."

"If your 'productive' isn't making sweet love in the bedroom then no thank you."

"Do you own a strap on or a vibrator?" You shook you head. "Then we won't make sweet love in your bedroom."

"Why are you trying to find an excuse right now? You of all people know that we don't need that to have fun. You have ten wonderful functioning fingers and big mouth to use. Not only that but scissoring, tight riding, abs riding exist."

The Widow looked embarrassed to the ground while trying to find the courage to tell you the truth. She huffed before speaking up. "I have scars."

"Scars? That's it? Wow that makes you really so inhuman I'm scared." You joked which you then realized was the false move since you saw Natasha visibly tense. "I'm- I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. Look, we all have scars. Either visible ones or hidden inside of us but those just show us how human we are, that we're not invincible." You took her hands into your. "Nat, having scars doesn't mean you're damaged or ugly. It means you survived the worst and shows how strong you are. And besides the point, I find scars so incredible sexy that I'd fall to my knees and worship every little one you have." She smiled at that before her lips crashed into yours. Hot and wet kisses were happening followed by a swift move of her lifting you up by your ass that got you wrapping your legs around her waist. Before you even knew it your back hit the mattress and your hands were pinned above your head. Her mouth wandered around your whole body, later followed by her hands that left not spot undiscovered.

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Keegan P. Russ x Autistic Reader

A/n: Once again, I myself am not autistic, I'm just here to try and spread love to you guys through characters. If any of this is wrong you can feel free to let me know ♥️

Keegan had a small circle. He didn't people a whole lot but mentoring the new kids that somehow ended up under his wing kind of became his thing. Like the unethical uncle whose closer in age to you than your parents kinda thing.

So when he heard you'd be joining the team he knew you were damn good. They hadn't had someone join for a while considering how tight knit that were, under the radar and skilled.

So whoever you were, you were worthy and Keegan could recognize that. Even if he'd test for himself your limits on field.

When you first met him he wasn't exactly what you'd expected. The others looked somewhat presentable and there was... Keegan. 😂😅

You were nervous to impress them and didn't want to fail. You were given the opportunity to work with the ghost team. You didn't want to screw it up.

When you met him, those first few days were extremely anxiety inducing. Shaking his hand and struggling to keep your eyes in one place.

"Eyes on me soldier."

"Sorry sir." You whispered, looking up at him briefly before your eyes darted away somewhere else again.

"Have trouble with eye contact soldier?"

"Yes sir... Sorry."

"That's fine. Just address me respectfully. We'll work on the eye contact."

You nod a little, following after him while Logan and Hesh follow after.

It didn't take too long. He eventually got his hands on your proper file instead of word of mouth and got to reading. This is where he discovered you are autistic.

Ah, so that explained eye contact. He doesn't know a lot about autism. He knows it makes a person neurologically different from others. But that was about it.

He just shrugged and went along with it, figuring he could learn from watching you. Since staying in the background and watching was his thing.

He watched you attempt to socialize with the others. They were all relatively quiet, all except for Hesh and Logan, who were riding the excitement of a new member.

They were a family and happy to welcome you and your skills in.

Over time Keegan got to noticing little things about you. How you flinched and at louder noises and your nose scrunched whenever you accidentally touched something you didn't like.

Especially the masks that they had for you guys to optionally wear. They were scratchy and tight and just didn't feel the best. Immediately turning down the offer to wear it.

Keegan noticed how you are your food, what you would refuse and what you'd eat. Your little organized piles, as well as with your new room.

Huh, autism definitely had its perks. That what he thought at first. One mission where you were forced to wear the mask for clearance purposes changed that.

You were stuck in this tight, itchy thing. It made your face too hot and pulled at your cheeks. You kept tugging it and trying to move it, scrunching up when it rubbed on your skin.

"Keep up kid." Keegan called behind him as he walked further along the old road. Your feet picked back up, silently following while trying to just get over the feeling of the mask.

Everything was going good, the air was quiet, the enemies were still. The ghost team doing what it did best.

Until the stress, the mask, the smell of the air through the fabric, and something inside you all too familiar snapped.

You dropped your gun at your hilt, immediately clawing at the thing desperately. Keegan whipped around, gun aimed until he saw it.

"Kid- kid, easy." He went over, attempting to pull your hands away but tears filled your eyes. "Get it off- get it off! Get it off!" You choked, voice cutting into nothing.

"You need to keep it on, it's fine."

You sobbed, finally pulling the edge, trying to rip it off your face, so Keegan stepped in. Pushing your back against the wall, his knee pressing into you as he gently pulled the mask off, letting you breathe.

Your back against the wall was grounding, breathing in air, rubbing your sweaty face of the afterfeeling. "Easy... Keep your head in the game, kid."

After that Keegan decided to do some more digging. He hadn't seen you looked so panicked.

That's where he learned about your sensitivity to different things and how textured, tastes, smells, touch, all can be affected.

And he felt that protectiveness. He didn't have to, but he went to the main office and got a different mask approved. It was a smoother, almost silk texture. Not too heavy, and it was loose. Next mission he gave it to you.

"Kid, try this." He tossed you the mask and in a last second you caught it, looking at it. "For me?" You looked back up at him.

"Keep your helmet on straight, you should be fine." He grabs his gun, nodding. "Wanna help you do your job right, right?"

You smiled softly. "Right."

From that point on Keegan pretty much adopted you. You were a good fighter, sometimes getting overwhelmed. When you were alone down in the compound with the others in the building, he was there.

"Keegan..."

"Talk to me kid, what do ya need?"

"I don't know what to do..." Your breathing was picking up as you looked at all the corners and empty fields.

Keegan nodded, grabbing the monitor. "Alright, couple feet in front of you, then you'll make a left. Should be two guys at the end of that wall. Take them down."

Keegan walked you through. It became habit to help you through when you needed it or felt unsure and overwhelmed.

And if anyone attempted to bully you or point it out? I pray for their soul, because God is the last thing they'll be talking to after that.

Keegan is pretty protective of you, and overtime You've grown closer to you. You opened up about your life with autism over drinks one evening. Telling him about the good and the bad.

Keegan wasn't the hugest talker, so he listened. Eyes on you, he tipped his drink to his mouth as you talked about autism. And then slowly throughout telling some of your life story you dragged onto topics of your favorite game characters or action figures. Iconic music people you liked or movies. And Keegan listened with interest.

You two talked until the bar closed and Keegan covered the tab, escorting you out the door.

"Keegan." You touched his arm.

He turned before getting in the car, looking at you. "Yeah?"

"Thanks. People usually say I'm annoying... You listened though."

Keegan hummed. "Always listening kid. Always."

You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. You got in the car and the two of you headed home.

After a nightmare of the battlefield, you would usually just hide. Your weight blanket under your bed usually worked. Your other squadmates hated you and you first started having nightmares around them.

But this time, breathing heavy, tears in your eyes, you found yourself at Keegan's door.

Keegan grumbled as he unlocked it and looked at you. "Kid... Y'ok?"

You shake your head, trembling. "Can I... Stay with you?"

There was a tense moment. Keegan didn't let many people into his room, or his bed, for any reason on that matter. But something tugged on that heart of his buried somewhere in there.

"Come in. Get comfy as you need."

You nodded gratefully and came over. Keegan let you lay down, smelling the familiar smell of Keegan on the sheets. Seeing his room for the first time. If was dark, there weren't any vibrant colors or patterns so it wasn't as much to look at.

But sometimes that's nice.

Keegan sat in the chair by his desk, looking at you, watching you get all situated in bed.

"Keegan can..." You sniffed. "Can you lay on top of me?"

He frowned. "What for?"

"Just... Please, it's complicated."

Keegan could see in your eyes you weren't pulling his leg so he did. Crawling into bed, making sure you were comfy on your back before slotting himself on top of you, arms wrapped around you a little, head settling.

"This ok?"

You wrapped your arms around him tightly. "Yes, thank you." You whispered. And within 20 minutes you were back asleep. With a warm, known body against yours.

Keegan has got your back. It's something you've slowly come to realize over time. Whether it be helping with food, environment, being a giant human weight blanket, talking you through missions, letting you ramble about anything you'd like.

You found yourself smiling with this family. Getting a chuckle out of him as you rambled on and on about things you wanted so desperately to talk about. Stuff someone was willing to hear.

This was a place that made you feel safe, a person you felt safe with.

Keegan could probably do some more research, and he promises he will find the time for it, but for now, he will learn alongside you as you grow more and more into an even better soldier.

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kinktober #oo1 | costume party

KINKTOBER 2023 || jinxhallows costume party (knife play) || lino x fem!reader summary: you and minho have been together for some time now, and you two get invited to an adult costume party at your local community center. not otherwise having an excuse to get dressed up, you convince him to go with you... warnings: knifeplay and all the things that entails (like SHARP BLADES and the DANGER OF BEING CUT, knicks, blood, etc), suggestively dub-con if you literally SQUINT, non-idol AU word count: 2.5k masterlist - click here

You have to admit, when the two of you agree on your Halloween costumes, you don't expect his choice to elicit such a reaction from you. You find yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting the fluffy bunny tail attached to your costume. You crane your head over your shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of the reflection to figure out what's happening. Just as you're struggling to make sense of it, your boyfriend enters the room. He's fully dressed as Ghostface for the annual Halloween party downtown. Kneeling down, he positions himself at eye level with your derrière, taking the tail into his hands with meticulous care.

With skilled fingers, he expertly repins the tail where it should be. Standing up, he lifts the Ghostface mask off his face, revealing a grin that speaks of mischief and excitement.

“I look pretty badass, don't I?” He asks, holding up his prop knife and pulling his mask back down over his face. "You do," you admit, trying to hide a smirk, "but the Fisher-Price butcher knife ain't cutting it, get it? Cutting it." Minho slides his mask back atop his head. He’s not amused.

His lids drop, and there isn't a trace of a smile on his face. He has taken your comment personally, particularly your jab at his choice of prop.

Your playful banter continues, and he retorts, "I could always get a real one, you know. We have plenty in the kitchen."

"And we would get arrested? You can't have real weapons at a Halloween party, Min. Are you crazy?"

His response is simply, "Yes."

You exchange a bemused look for a few seconds before grabbing your purse off the bathroom counter.

"Come on," you sigh, a grin breaking through the tension. "We're gonna be late." -

You both arrive at the costume party just in time to socialize with everyone and start drinking. It's right in the middle of the peak attendance time, so various creatures and ghouls with intriguing costumes fill the venue.

Amid the crowd, you notice a few Ghostface costumes, a popular choice for Halloween. As you stand in the hallway, waiting in line for the bathroom, you don't pay much attention to the people passing by who are also dressed like your boyfriend.

You've had a couple of drinks, and your tolerance isn't high, so your battery is rapidly running out after almost two hours at the party. You lean against the wall next to the bathroom with a sigh, growing annoyed at how long the person in front of you is taking. You pull out your phone and start texting Minho:

im over it.

Almost instantly, the bubbles indicating his reply in progress pop up,

me 2

wya?

You start typing your response.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

In the dimly lit hallway of the community center, the presence of someone behind you initially startles you. However, when you turn around and see the person in a Ghostface costume, you roll your eyes.

"Haha, you got me, asshole."

The individual tilts their head to the side, extending their arm and flicking a thumb to reveal a very real, very sharp switchblade.

You step back immediately, your eyes wide with shock. This isn't your boyfriend; it has to be one of the other partygoers.

That's when you hear it—Minho's laughter, muffled underneath the mask as he slides it atop his head.

"Fisher Price, huh?" he teases.

You shove him with the heel of your hand into his chest, and the person ahead of you exits the bathroom, glancing between the two of you standing on either side of the door before walking away. You manage to catch the door before it closes and enter the stall, your earlier fright quickly dissipating. As you lock the stall, you can hear the DJ outside, urging everyone to hit the dance floor at that very moment.

"Good, perfect timing for us to slip out," you think to yourself.

You finish up, clean yourself, and go to wash your hands, rubbing them together with soap until they get nice and foamy. As you look up at yourself in the mirror, you notice that your makeup has lasted far longer than expected, and your nose is still marked with bunny whiskers drawn onto your cheeks.

You can't help but crinkle your nose at your reflection. You actually look really fucking cute.

The doorknob twists and pushes open, and you scramble across the room, an immediate realization dawning upon you—you'd forgotten to lock the door.

"Back up." Minho commands with a hushed urgency through the slender crack in the doorway. Instinctively, you grip the other side of the door, momentarily mistaken, thinking it might be someone else. However, the recognition in his eyes eases your anxiety. You yield, taking a few steps backward, granting him entry. As he crosses the threshold, you efficiently swing the door closed behind him, the definitive click of the lock resounding through the room. “There’s no way you had to go to the bathroom that bad.” You say, turning away from the door and facing the mirror. Leaning forward, you meticulously adjust your bunny ears, finessing them to sit perfectly centered. In the reflection, you observe your makeup once again, and pinch your upper eyelash, delicately securing the tiny, unruly section that threatened to lift.

In that moment, Minho's hands snake around your waist, pulling you into a close embrace from behind. His chin nestles atop your shoulder, the mask he was wearing still perched atop his head. A contented smile spreads across his face, his eyes sealed shut. He's intoxicated, not just from the night but from his deep affection for you.

“You make such an incredibly cute bunny, you know that?” He whispers, his lips tenderly pressing against your cheek. “Yeah, I do. That’s why I dressed up as one tonight, duh.” His smile drops as he opens his eyes. Again. He’s not amused. He sighs thoughtfully, the air in the room thickening. “You know, sometimes I fantasize about strangling you in your sleep.” You struggle to stifle the snigger that bubbles up from within you. "Yeah?" you taunt, subtly pressing your body back into his, playfully swaying your bunny tail as laughter escapes your lips. You secure his hands that rest gently on your tummy, holding them in place. “What part gets you off more? The struggle, or my last breath?” “Oh I don’t know…” Minho's response carries a sudden shift in tone, his voice adopting an unexpectedly innocent quality as he slyly slips his hand from underneath yours. His fingers trace along your hips, leisurely making their way to his back pocket, all the while maintaining unbroken eye contact with your reflection in the mirror.

“If I had to pick, I’d say that fear,” In one swift, chilling motion, he retrieves a switchblade from his back pocket, the audible click of its deployment making you involuntarily wince. The cold metal of the blade is brought swiftly to your neck, its back pressed gently against your throat, and you instinctively clutch his thighs behind you, a tremor of unease coursing through you at the unsettling contact of the knife against your skin. “That, right there, the moment before you die, when you really realize it’s about to be over.” Minho continues, his gaze dropping from your eyes to focus on the delicate curve of your jaw, which tilts slightly to the left. Your chest rises and falls beneath the ominous presence of his weapon, your breaths growing more pronounced. A heavy silence ensues, broken only by the sound of his sharp inhale through his teeth. “Yeah, that’s the part that gets me off.” “Min, this isn’t funny-” His left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer as his warm breath brushes against your ear. “Y/N, nobody’s laughing.” A lump forms in your throat, noticeable even through your thick swallow, as you feel the cold edge of the blade he's holding.

The sudden change in your posture prompts a furrow in his brow, his gaze shifting downwards to where your cheeks curve beneath the sides of your bodysuit, creating a tantalizing silhouette that pushes further against his growing erection. “You’re really getting hard…at the idea…of murdering me. Min, that’s–” “It’s not to the idea of murdering you, I was fucking kidd–” “-kinda sexy?” It's enough to halt Minho in his tracks, a wry, half-hearted chuckle escaping his lips while a faint smile lingers on his face. With a casual gesture, he lowers the knife to his side, shaking his head in amused disbelief at your side before he returns his gaze to your reflection in the mirror.

Your own response is an infectious giggle, and he simply shrugs, readjusting his mask over his handsome features. “You’re so weird,” Minho remarks with a touch of humor in his voice, his dark chuckle gradually subsiding. His left hand gently cradles your jaw, tilting your head upward. With precision, he places the tip of the knife right at the junction where your ear meets your neck. You remain entirely compliant, entranced by the sensation of the blade's subtle pressure against your skin. It's a subtle reminder that even the smallest movement could lead to an inadvertent cut. Surprisingly, both of you find yourselves unexpectedly at ease. “Is this seriously turning you on?” he inquires, curiosity tingeing his voice as he traces the blade's edge down the side of your neck, towards the apex of your full breasts. You watch him in the mirror, and yeah, Minho is pretty to look at, especially when he fucks you, yet, in this moment, his disguise as Ghostface adds an intriguing layer of taboo to the situation, as if you're venturing into uncharted territory.

"Hey," his voice pierces the air, sharp and commanding, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. “I asked you a question, and you know I don’t like being ignored.” “Y-Yeah,” you breathe, your voice trembling slightly, “I don’t know why, but it's turning me on.” “I know why,” A soft chuckle escapes Minho's lips, and he allows the blade to glide toward the V-shaped neckline of your bodysuit. Applying the gentlest of pressure, the fabric splits almost instantly, without the need for any sawing motion. As he pushes further down, the knife cleanly separates your suit into two, stopping only when it reaches your navel piercing. “Because you’re the one fantasizing about me killing you.” As soon as he says it, it becomes clear. Those nights you’ve spent with your hand around your throat, stars bursting behind your eyes as you would work yourself into a state of frenzied pleasure, gasping out his name. It wasn’t just about being choked, Minho does plenty of that in the bedroom with you, instead, it was about pushing the boundaries, teetering on the precipice of discomfort, and riding the exhilarating edge towards climax. It had always been a deeply personal exploration, something you'd never shared aloud, let alone admitted.

Yet now, as Minho uncovers your secret desire, you find yourself rendered blissfully ecstatic by the mere sensation of a switchblade brushing your skin at various points on your body.

“You ruined m-my costume,” You make a poor attempt at resistance as his left palm squeezes your breast, causing you to grip the edge of the ceramic sink harder.

“You wanted me to,” Minho presses the flat side of the blade flush between your folds, your breath quickens as he grabs your chin, directing your face back to the mirror.

“Say it.”

“I wanted you to.” You give in.

“Wanted me to what?”

You swallow. “I wanted you to ruin my costume.”

Minho takes the knife away, pulling his mask up and off, shaking his hair out as he looks at you in the mirror. “My, you do make a reaaally hot bunny, baby, do you see yourself?” His voice is getting raspier as his gaze falls onto your body in front of him, down your back, and he angles his hips forward, against your tail.

“Thank you, baby.”

You have no choice, his grip underneath your jaw is still tight. You move your head up and down, barely, acknowledging yourself the way he’s asked you to.

Your submissive tone takes him by surprise as he looks back up to you. “Where’d all that attitude go?” He cocks a smile, and you flinch as you feel him slip his knife between your skin and the fabric of the gusset of your bodysuit. He wastes no time in cutting it, the stretchy fabric snapping against your skin as it separates.

Minho puts the knife between his teeth, using both hands to rip the nude stockings, another senseless layer keeping him away from your delicious pussy, followed by your thin g-string that he slides aside, bringing his hand back to pull the waist of his pants down, gripping the base of his cock that sits so perfectly at your dripping entrance.

Then you have the audacity to speak up.

“Min, hold on,” Your sense returns, if only for a few seconds, “We’re at a party, what if we get caught?”

It’s enough to get him to remove the knife from his teeth and hold the dull side against your throat, but pressing in enough to make your breathing more audible.

“We won’t get caught if you keep your mouth shut.” His eyes watch you from the side, his mouth slightly ajar, as he slides himself the rest of the way inside of you to the hilt. He laughs under his breath, thrusting inside you again, a little harder this time.

“Good bunny,” you bite your lip hard to contain yourself as he slaps your ass, holding onto your hip as he fucks you, never, not once, letting up off your throat.

“M-Min-“

“Shh,” he whispers, the tip of it against your lower lip, “Be quiet and let me fuck you, you’ve been asking for it all night.”

You extend your tongue, the blade flattened against the moist muscle, and your eyes roll back involuntarily as you release an audible, desperate moan. Sensing his proximity to climax, you feel the pressure ease on his blade, his ragged breaths escaping through his flaring nostrils. His head falls back, the blade clattering into the bowl of the sink, warm, sticky spurts of cum painting your walls, his hips spasming while you contract around him. You instinctively push back, stimulated by the feeling, your inner muscles squeezing him, while his hands come to rest on your hips, torn between wanting to stop you and being too ensnared in the pleasure's aftermath to act.

Finally, he regains his composure, blinking and widening his eyes as he lets out a sigh, his cheeks puffing up momentarily. He gazes at your reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah, you definitely get off on the idea of murdering me.” you remark, picking up his switchblade and securely locking it back in its place. You turn to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "And you'd better escort me out the back; I'm completely exposed now, you asshole." You gracefully move past him into the stall, tending to the remnants of his release running down your bare thighs and legs.

He chuckles,

“Ah, there’s the attitude.” - fin

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