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remlionheart · 1 month

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Can you do a Chuuya x fem reader where her bra can be shown from her white shirt?

pov: you request a simple spicy lil fic from me, but my manic brain is physically incapable of not giving it an entire backstory and plot and making it at least 4k+ words (thank you so much for this idea tho, it was super fun to write! ღ)

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Sex, Money, Feelings, Die

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ My first attempt at Chuuya smut (and goddamn, do I love that angry lil man ★~(◡‿◡✿). New to the city, you're coerced into working for the PM after a drunken night out. Scared and now in the heart of one of Japan's most notorious criminal organization's headquarters, you decide to reclaim some of your power by ~*teasing the absolute fuck out of Chuuya Nakahara~*. 4.8k words. Porn with a plot. I can't even lie, this shit had me giggling and kicking my feet while writing, lemme know whatcha think. luv u ღ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

When you'd first moved to Yokohama 2 months ago, you had promised your parents that you'd be safe. That you'd find yourself a decent office job to afford you a lofty apartment and that you'd be settled in relatively quickly. You'd pictured yourself walking amongst tall buildings on your days off. Exploring the city with your coworkers on the weekends. Living instead of just existing in your small hometown.

You thought you had your future all mapped out and maybe you did, but those dreams of normalcy were all but destroyed the night you crossed paths with Koyo Ozaki.

She had noticed you from across the bar, quietly observing the way you'd been drinking by yourself all night. It was odd to see a girl with your beauty and lack of abilities so confidently roaming downtown alone. She wasn't sure if you were brave or naive, but the moment you took a seat next to her to thank her for the whiskey and coke she had ordered you, she realized you were the perfect blend of both.

She'd spent the next hour chatting you up, effortlessly coaxing information out of you without you realizing it. She'd offered you an administrative assistant role for the group she worked for, describing it as a "lucrative" and "underground" organization. You were in no position to say no, especially after spending the last month relentlessly applying to jobs with little to no luck.

You woke up the next day musing about silly things like fate and serendipity as you raided your closet for the perfect first day outfit. You felt like this was your big break. The first stop on the roadmap of adulthood that you'd created for yourself. You ironed a pair all black slacks, pairing it with a white-button up quarter-sleeve shirt, and your favorite suede Mary-Janes. Optimism swirled through your head as you eyed yourself in your bedroom mirror that night. You were determined to be so good at this job.

You showed up freshly showered and prepared when you arrived at the sleek, high-rise building. Ozaki waited for you out front with a rather intimidating dark-haired man who introduced himself as Mori, head of the fucking Port Mafia.

Your anxiety rose with each step you took behind them, quickly realizing that this was not the run-of-the-mill clerical job you had envisioned while hazily chatting with Ozaki over whiskey-neats. This was an underground criminal organization full of some of the strongest ability users in the world. You had absolutely no idea why you were here. Why you'd been selected, let alone trusted, to work alongside these people.

You were given your own small office, equipped with a bare desk and landline phone. Mori told you to stay put, explaining that you were to stay out of sight until further notice. You were essentially there as a cover-up.

Apparently, they'd been scouting for girls like you. New to town and completely clueless. They wanted to bring in a handful of these 'administrative assistants' to help keep up the illusion that this was just another ordinary building in the business district of Yokohama and nothing more.

Mori left you with a curt warning about the temperament of the other Mafia members and a haunting, "Welcome to the team." as he closed the door to your office and disappeared down the long corridor. Your heart was slamming into your chest, your anxiety growing the longer you sat. You were angry. Disappointed in yourself for being such an easy target.

You sat for at least an hour staring at the wall in existential dread, wondering what you'd done to end up here. Wondering what you were going to have to do to get out now that you were here. Even if it wasn't necessarily a "job", it still didn't seem like something you could just casually walk away from.

You were in the middle of the Port Mafia's headquarters and you were rightfully, terrified.

The sound of two muffled voices pulled you away from your thoughts while you froze in your chair, realizing that they were right outside your door.

"You're fuckin' with me, right?"

"No, that's really where they're keeping her. She's going to be a fulltime member."

"A member?" it was the first man again, his voice full of shameless snark and volume as he laughed at the idea. "A Mafia member with no ability? C'mon, Akutagawa. Even Mori isn't that stupid."

"There's going to be more, she's just the first to show up."

Tension crept along your spine when both voices came to a curious stop, one quietly scolding the other before the heavy wooden door began to creak open.

A pair of azure eyes stared back at you, disheveled shoulder-length red hair draping off of one shoulder as he mumbled, "Holy shit."

The taller of the two, draped in a long black coat, tried to pry him away, but he shrugged him off with an irritated. "Chill out, I just wanna introduce myself to her."

The dark-haired man scoffed and continued down the hallway while his ginger companion closed the door behind him, leaving just the two of you looking back at each other skeptically.

Despite his height, he had a powerful demeanor. A blend of apathy and cockiness that exuded off of him as he carefully made his way towards you. "So, you're the new girl, huh?"

Your eyebrows furrowed when you looked back at him, your words suddenly stuck in your throat as his foot made contact with your desk.

You managed a nod, remembering the way Mori had advised you not to engage with the other Mafia members, but what were you supposed to do when you were suddenly locked in a room with one?

"God, we really can't just have one normal day around here, can we?" He sighed, almost seeming embarrassed as his shoulders dropped and he leaned against your desk in the spot next to you. "Stealin' girls out of bars? Tch, the hell are they thinkin'?"

His opposition to his boss' plan made you relax a bit. It was the first time all day that you thought you might make it out of here okay.

He picked up on your apprehension rather quickly, taking his hat off and setting it down before extending a gloved hand out to you. "Chuuya." He said simply.

You stared at him for another moment or two before introducing yourself, trying but failing to mimic his nonchalant tone.

"Hey," He said, lightly nudging your foot with his, "You're gonna be alright. I'm sure this gig will only last for a couple of weeks until they move on to their next big, idiotic idea."

"You think so?" It was the first time all day that you felt like you could breathe.

"Trust me, Mori's plans are always changing. He'll probably cut you a fat check for hush money and then send you on your way sooner than later. Just lay low in the meantime, yeah?"

Your eyes were still locked as you nodded at him again, giving him a feeble, "Okay... Yeah, I can do that."

"Good." He smirked, pulling himself away from your desk.

You watched him pause just before exiting the room. He turned around to face you again, his gaze landing a bit lower than your eyes this time.

"And maybe uh -" If you didn't know any better, you'd swear that you saw a flash of red flare across his cheeks. "Maybe don't wear that bra with a white shirt next time."

Out of all of the anxiety and fear that you'd been drowning in over the last few hours, your choice of outfit had been the very last thing you'd considered worrying about until just now.

You looked down, noticing what he meant as you saw the dark, lacy fabric of your Victoria's not-so-secret peeking through the white of your blouse. Your tits were pushed perfectly together, nearly on full display through the sheerness of your shirt.

He flashed you another faint smirk before clicking the door shut, once again leaving you to your own crippling thoughts as your head dropped into your hands.

What an absolutely mortifying first day.

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The next few shifts were a blur.

You'd clock in. Sit for what felt like an eternity in your bleak little office. Leave mid-day to grab lunch at a cafe across the street. And then head home 9 hours later despite the fact that you’d hardly done anything.

You'd learned to bring in books and cross-stich patterns to keep yourself busy throughout the day instead of rotting away at your desk. It wasn't an ideal situation, but if Chuuya was right and there really was a big check waiting for you around the corner, you'd decided that it was worth it to see this through. Because no matter how nervous you got each morning, the painful truth was that you couldn’t afford to turn down easy money.

By the end of the week, you found yourself doing more than just sneaking in romance mangas to make the job more bearable though. You were doing everything you could to gain back even a semblance of power.

If you had to be here, you had decided that you were going to make it everyone's problem.

With the ginger's words still fresh in your mind, you made it a point to wear darker bras. Tighter blouses. Shorter skirts that barely covered your ass. It had almost become an inside joke with yourself at what a distraction you'd become to the Port Mafia. Maybe couldn’t make these men fear you, but you could certainly make them trip all over themselves any time you entered the building.

You'd hardly been able to keep a straight face yesterday afternoon when Akutagawa's coffee fell from his hands and cascaded around him after he saw you walking down the hall in black knee-high stockings. You'd finally managed to make everyone here as uncomfortable as they'd made you and it felt good.

You were half-way through the iced matcha you'd picked up on lunch, sitting with your feet propped up on your desk as you continued to embroider the word "fuck" in pretty, cursive letters next to a pink and yellow flower when a knock arrived at your door.

You quickly stashed the circular cross-stitch pad in one of the desk drawers and straightened your back as Tachihara poked his head into your office. "Yo, new girl. Nakahara wants to see you."

Your brows knitted together as you looked back at him in quiet confusion.

No one had ever requested to see you in the time that you'd been here. Even in your attempts to disrupt their daily tasks, they'd still not bothered to learn your name. But now... you were expected to go see Chuuya... in his office?

"Why?" It was the only question you could think to ask.

"Dunno," Tachihara shrugged. "but I wouldn't keep him waiting. He's kind of an asshole." And with that, you were once again left alone and anxious.

You took a breath, standing up to smooth down the fabric of your skirt before venturing down the hallway.

You did your best to push Tachihara's warning out of your head, reminding yourself of the kindness Chuuya had shown you on your first day while your heels clicked across the marbled floor.

Maybe he wanted to tell you that he'd talked to Mori and that your time with Port Mafia was finally up. Maybe he wanted to hand deliver the check you'd so desperately been waiting for. Maybe he just wanted to see how you were doing. Whatever it was, you were holding onto hope that there wouldn't be any more bad news.

You let out a sharp exhale as you rounded the corner and found yourself standing in front of his office. You gave the door a light tap, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve when he finally appeared.

His eyes traced over you slowly, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth as he counted not one, not two, but three undone buttons along your blouse that revealed the deep-purple push-up bra decorating your chest.

"Get in here."

His tone was clipped, dripping with what felt like vexation as he closed the door behind you.

His office was much bigger than yours, adorned with high-rise windows that overlooked the city and pristine black marble flooring that matched his leather furniture. The room was dark, just barely lit by a lamp on his desk. You wondered how it was possible for him to get any paperwork done in here but then promptly realized that with his ranking, paperwork was probably far beneath his paygrade.

Still not entirely sure how to approach the situation, you hesitantly took a seat on the over-sized armchair across from his desk.

"Quick question," he said, standing in front of you with his arms folded over his chest, his voice still riddled with irritation. "What does the phrase 'lay low' mean to you? Because I can tell you right now, this ain't fuckin' it."

Your pupils widened, his words hanging heavily in the space between you.

Your mouth opened and then closed again, too focused on the way he was staring at you to form a proper response.

"Is it -" you wavered, mustering up all the courage you had to try and play this off as innocent confusion rather than what it actually was: sarcasm. "Is it my outfit?"

If looks could kill, you would've been 6 feet under.

Chuuya's eyes darkened, a flustered hand rubbing feverishly over his face as he struggled to keep his composure. He wasn't sure if you were trying to piss him off or if you were just genuinely the dumbest girl he'd ever come in contact with.

"Yes," He said with all the restraint he could possibly manage, his teeth nearly grinding together with each syllable. “The outfits are getting out of hand. You've gotta stop."

You were playing a dangerous game, but you were slowly starting to realize that you were... winning.

"What's wrong with them?" you asked, pretending to cover your chest in embarrassment.

You wanted to hear him explain it. Hear him tell you in his own words that you couldn't wear short skirts anymore because it was causing too many unexpected erections around headquarters.

"I -" The poor redhead looked as though he was going to have an aneurysm if you kept this up much longer.

He snapped his eyes shut and let out a frustrated exhale, his hand now bawled into a fist at his side. "Listen, a lot of the guys around here have... noticed you, okay? And I can't take one more day of hearin' those fuckin' assholes talk about how they caught a glimpse of your ass in the break room. Got it? I'll buy you some new clothes if I have to. Just please, no more shirts like this, alright?"

He was actually bargaining with you. Entering the third stage of grief as he tried so hard to keep his cool. To keep his eyes locked with yours and nowhere else. To explain all of this in the nicest way he could.

It was in that moment that you realized where the real source of his trepidation was coming from.

Hearing his coworkers ogle over you was probably annoying for sure, but the more damning, infuriating fact of the matter was that he was ogling over you too. And he was fucking tired of not being able to get any work done when he knew that you were right down the hall. He was pissed that he had to come into his office every morning and lock the door just so he could jerk himself off to the idea of you.

He was in so many words begging you to stop because he wasn't sure how much longer he could take seeing so much of your body without being able bend you over his desk like he did in his mid-morning daydreams.

He was losing - both his resolve and this game at an alarming rate.

"Hmm," you hummed, toying with a pen you'd found wedged between the cushion of his chair. "Well, I'm sorry. I just like feeling pretty before I come in. I didn't know it was creating such a problem for everyone."

The wheels in Chuuya's head were spinning.

Emotions weren't his strong suit and doing these mental gymnastics with you was making him need a cigarette.

"It's -" he sighed, groaning as he forced himself to backpedal. "It's not your fault. I mean, you do look pretty, y'know. It's just... distracting, is all."

It was hard to hide your smirk.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't think he was a bit distracting himself, but he didn't need to know that. Not yet anyway.

"Okay, well," you conceded as you began to stand up. "I’ll wear a turtleneck or something tomorrow then.” You shot him a small smile as you got to your feet, "Promise."

He looked marginally relieved by your understanding. "Sounds good." He huffed, rubbing at the back of his neck while following behind you as you made your way out of his office.

But just before you reached the door, you accidentally dropped the pen you'd been fidgeting with. Bending over without warning so that your ass was right in front of him, peaking out of your skirt as he walked straight into you, his hips suddenly meeting yours.

You thought he might actually kill you this time with the guttural noise of frustration that escaped him.

He grabbed you by your shoulders the second you were upright again, spinning you around so that you were forced to face him.

“Okay, seriously." He said between gritted teeth. "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched the unfettered anger flicker through his blue eyes.

It was a stupid move, you knew that before you did it, but you didn't expect it to draw this much of reaction out of him. His restraint was lost. Composure long gone while he waited for you to say something with his face mere inches away from yours.

"Sorry," You lied, "It slipped out of my hand so I -"

"Bullshit." He snarled. "Enough with this innocent act. What do you want out of this, huh? For every guy in Port Mafia to want to fuck you? Is that what you're gettin' at here?"

"No." Your head shook before you even had time to think about what you were about to say. "Not everyone..." Your eyes were still glued to his. "Just you."

You didn't know what you were doing anymore or where all of this recent shamelessness had come from, but there was something about being here that made you feel like you could do anything. Be anyone. You weren't sure if it was the power or the crime or the ungodly amount of money that Port Mafia was raking in, but the collective feeling of chaos that these walls housed was finally latching onto you too.

You didn't even flinch when you said it, instead continued to stare at him unapologetically, noting the way his grip had tightened around your shoulder the longer he looked back at you.

"What?"

If the wheels in his head had been spinning before, they were now fully off the ground, exploding into the air as his gaze drifted along your face. Searching intently to make sure you were actually being serious this time before he went any further.

"You really want me to fuck you that bad?" he asked, the warmth of his mouth now ghosting yours.

The question went straight to your center, wetness seeping between your legs as you nodded back at him.

Truth be told, your midmorning fantasies while cross-stitching the last few days hadn't been much different than his.

The gravity manipulator's fingers were suddenly tangled into your hair, his body forcing your back against the door while his lips collided with yours.

"Y'know you could've just asked instead of doin' all this bratty shit, right?"

His mouth was warm, his movements somehow urgent and careful at the same time as his hands wandered along your curves.

You smiled against his lips, letting out a breathy, "I'm sorry." as his palm began to graze the inside of your thigh.

"No, you're not." He smirked, sucking your bottom lip in between his teeth before biting down with just the right amount of pressure. "But you will be."

You let out a small whimper as he placed his free hand under your chin, moving your head to the side so that he could continue his descendent down your neck.

His leg wedged itself between yours, brushing against your clit while his mouth worked along your collarbone.

You were too lost in the feeling of it all to realize that he'd been leaving a trail of meticulously placed bites down the nape of your neck. Bruises in the shape of his mouth that he knew everyone would see.

"Chuuya -" you tried to protest, but it was more of a moan than an objection. "You - fuck, you can't -" You grinded helplessly against the firmness of his leg. Hips rocking back and forth, desperately trying to gain friction while he kept on nipping away at you.

"What's wrong, babe?" he purred against your sensitive skin. "You're wearin' a turtleneck tomorrow anyway, remember?" his breath fanned across your chest as he ripped the remaining buttons off of your shirt. A gloved hand palming at your chest, sliding your bra down so that your tits were fully exposed for him before you felt his tongue glide across your nipple.

Tachihara was right, he was kind of an asshole. But for some terrible reason, you were living for it. Almost embarrassed by how bad you wanted him. Wriggling against him and riding his leg. Whining while you let him leave visible marks on you and destroy the only clothing you had.

"C'mere." He pulled his head away from your chest, swiftly grabbing you by the arm and leading you back to his desk. He picked you up with ease, shoving a binder aside to sit you down in front of him.

"Spread your legs for me." His voice was heady, eyes glossed over with lust as you complied with his demands.

He held his hand up to his mouth, removing his black glove with his teeth before pushing your skirt up and sliding your underwear to the side. He bent over slightly, running two rough fingers along your clit as he watched your nails dig into the edge of his desk.

"Fuck," he groaned, still not taking his eyes off of you. He'd barely done anything and you were already soaked, your pussy practically throbbing for him. “You really do want me that bad, huh?"

“T - told you.” You whimpered, your head tilting back as he drew slow, blissful circles around you.

He kept up the same pace, basking in the way you were so easily falling apart for him.

“Chuuya, please.”

A smirk tugged viciously at the corner of his mouth, slipping a finger into you this time as your walls swallowed him. "Please what, baby?"

You may have had him in the first half, but you were now on the losing end of this game. Forgetting how to speak altogether as you watched him part your legs even further, bending all the way down to rest his head between your thighs.

You moaned at the feeling of his tongue pressing against you. The heavenly lines he was drawing uppp and downnn your center with his middle finger still sliding in and out of you. He was generous in the way he handled you, making sure he didn't miss a single spot. Lapping and slurping up every bit of cum he could as he added in another finger. Groaning against you the louder you got for him.

The only word you seemed to be able to remember was his name, repeating it over and over while your nails lodged deeper into his mahogany desk and your body shamelessly grinded against the warmth of his mouth.

You were in a delirious daze, losing yourself completely to the way he was devouring you.

He could feel you getting close too, noting the frantic rhythm of your hips. The gorgeous, fucked-out noises you were making for him. The death grip your walls suddenly had on him. He knew you were right there, right where he wanted you.

"Chuuya, 'm - I -"

Your legs were locking around his head, shaking uncontrollably as your hand ran through his hair.

He'd never admit it, but he almost could've came at the sounds you were making alone. The pouty way that you called out his name each time his fingers plunged into you was almost enough to drive him over the edge. You were so pathetic and adorable and he was determined to make everyone in Port Mafia hear just how needy you were for him.

As much as he wanted to edge you for what you'd done to him, as much as he wanted to make you beg and plead for him to let you cum, he couldn't fucking pull himself away from you. He was just as lost as you were, drowning in your cunt and not at all wanting to be saved.

His tongue didn’t leave you until he was absolutely sure that you'd ridden out every last wave of your orgasm, still pumping his digits in and out of you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

He came up for air with an exhausted smile, wordlessly coaxing your lips apart with his thumb before bringing the two fingers he had fucked you with into your mouth. Letting you clean off the blend of slick and salvia the two of you had created together.

"See how fucking good you taste?" he panted. "I think this is gonna be a real problem for both of us."

An enamored shade of pink brushed across your cheeks as he dropped down onto the chair across from you, running a tired hand through his hair.

"At least I won't be here much longer, right?" You said, playfully kicking his leg with your foot.

"Oh yeah," he smirked. "That actually reminds me..." Your eyes widened as he shifted around to dig an envelope out of his pocket. "Mori wanted me to give this to you."

Your hands trembled, opening it as delicately as you could to make sure you didn't rip anything when a check for 1,490,200 yen fell into your lap.

"Think that'll be enough to buy yourself a shirt that fits?"

Your eyes snapped towards him in disbelief, your pulse ringing through your ears as you tried to process that you'd somehow made this amount of money in a little over a week.

"Is this -" You stammered, thinking back to what he had told you when you first met. "Is this like a severance check then? ...Hush money or whatever?"

"Tragically, no. Mori wants you to stay."

Your hand instinctively flew up to your neck, covering the love-bites that the redhead had left you with, horrified at the realization that everyone was going to see them. Even more horrified at the fact that they had probably heard how you’d gotten them.

"What?"

"Yeah, he said somethin' about you how you've been 'boosting the morale' around here."

Your head felt like it was going to explode.

You had not only been marked by Chuuya Nakahara, but you were now being asked to stay in Port Mafia.

You couldn't decide which was worse.

"So... that means..."

"Yep. We'll be seein' a lot more of each other." He confirmed while checking his watch. "But hey, you better get outta here, Rando and I have a meeting in 10 minutes."

You looked down at your lack of clothing, the spit and cum that was still stuck to your skirt, the obscenely noticeable bruises that he'd so proudly gifted you with.

"Give me your shirt." you demanded.

"Nah."

The grin he shot you was so cocky, so vile, so... hot.

"Chuuya." You whisper-shouted, biting back your own stupid smile. "Be so fucking for real right now, I can’t go out there like this.”

“Shoulda thought about that before you put on that skimpy-ass outfit I guess.” He shrugged.

You hopped off his desk, straddling him in his chair as you forcefully began to undo the buttons along his collar.

The room filled with suppressed laughter, neither one of you able to contain it anymore as he finally conceded, wrestling you off of him. "Alright, alright, chill. I have extras in here, hang on."

You both stood up, your eyes locked on him while he walked over to an expensive looking armoire in the corner of the room.

He pulled a white shirt that resembled the one you were wearing earlier off of a hanger and brought it over to you, guiding your arms up so that he could put it on.

His movements were calculated, almost thoughtful as he dressed you, adjusting it so that it covered up most of the damage he'd done.

"There." He said, double-checking his work. "Now get out of here before I decide to rip that one off of you too.”

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ohbabydollie · 2 months

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Babe please do a smut/smutty hcs of the mutual breakup, omg best thing I’ve read in awhile, and I love the praise I’m such a slut for it hehe

(based off schlatt in japan) (also my first time writing smut in like a year 😭)

“4k a night? schlatt are you serious?” you ask looking at your ex boyfriend as he’s driving you both to the hotel, one hand on the wheel, one on your thigh

“what, there’s nothin wrong with it toots, you get to stay in a nice hotel and i get content” he says pulling up to the ritz carlton hotel

“yeah but i don’t get it..” you say crossing your arms “why spend so much money? i would be fine in a capsule hotel”

“lighten up doll” he says squeezing your thigh “you deserve to be spoiled a lil”

you rolled your eyes at him as he leaned in, puckering his lips slightly before you plant a soft kiss on his lips and he smiles

“let’s go doll” he says with a squeeze to your thigh and opening his door before walking over to open yours

You both entered the hotel and quickly got to your room, looking around at the large room as jack recorded your expression

you three walk into the bedroom, you laying down on the bed almost immediately, excited to finally get to lay down and relax while schlatt looks around the room, walking behind the “wall” the bed is against

“look doll, it’s got a fake wall” he says smiling at you “we won’t get complains about the bed hittin’ the wall ton-” “shut the fuck up schlatt” you say throwing one of the pillows from the bed at him as he laughs

you grab your phone, looking at the time “you’re not getting anything from me tonight, especially not in a expensive ass hotel, have some decorum” you say sitting up on the edge of the bed and looking though your phone

schlatt smiles at the camera “here’s a pro tip incase you ever have a special lady in your life” schlatt says looking to the camera, hands on his hips before walking infront of you and leaning down to your level

“don’t forget who’s paying for the hotel sweetheart, gotta give it up or you’re gonna be stuck in japan, no way home, no hotel, no money, got it” he says in a husky voice, squeezing your cheeks together with a large hand making you giggle softly, knowing he’s kidding

“yessir” you say softly

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“look at you, takin’ m’ cock so good” schlatt says slowly pushing his length into you while you let out a silent scream, eyes rolling back at the familiar feeling of him stretching your tight cunt out

“so good, such a good girl” he coos “you ready precious thing?” he asks you softly, you nod as he pulls out gently, only leaving the tip in before shoving himself inside making you force out a sob

“Schlattt~” you whine out as he plunges in and out of your tight heat harshly, your legs thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into missionary

“what princess?” he coos “i thought you said i wasn’t gonna get. any. thing. tonight.” he said making sure to pound into you between every word and make you cry out as you cover your mouth with your hand, only for it to be harshly pulled away

“let. me. hear. those. pretty. sounds” schlatt demands, holding your hand, making you squeeze his hand and cry out in pleasure

you feel the familiar knot in your stomach starting to form, probably from going so long without schlatt. he looks down at you with a smug expression

“gonna cum for me so soon dolly?” he asks you softly. you nod, throwing your head back in pleasure

“f-fuck!” you wail out, schlatt shushing you softly, making you feel the familiar wave of euphoria hit before slowing his hips down as to not overstimulate you

“there we go, there we go pretty girl, so good” he coos, pressing small ‘o’s on your clit as you calm down from your high, him pressing a kiss to your forehead

once he notices your breaths starting to calm down he starts back up causing you to start crying out for him again

“still needa cum dolly” he says with a mischievous grin

i need to be retrained in writing smut 😭

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[4K] Walking Tour Around NARITA Station | Sunny Winter Day in Chiba, Japan | Japan Walking Tours

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Rich CEO Sungchan is married to an heiress. Their marriage didn’t start off as a business arrangement. As two young, hot, fit people, they were attracted to each other. But as the years went by, Sungchan became less and less attracted to the heiress. It doesn’t help that their sex life is vanilla. Their newborn was 100% a business arrangement. He’s secured an heir to the empire. Reader is hired as the stay-in nanny to help with the newborn. Most of the day she’s in the main mansion, tending to the newborn as the heiress tens to her socialite life. At night, she sleeps in the detached guest house. Sometimes, the nanny’s and Sungchan’s paths cross in the estate. 🌒 (all asks optional, dont feel pressured to respond)

God I've been in a Sungchan brain rot lately, I have a dumb!popular!Sungchan in the oven and now this, god, I've been well fed these days 🥴

I'm slowly answering the questions, sorry if sometimes I take too much time, it's a busy season where I work, but I love all ideas and mtl questions, so feel free to continue doing them, I'll try to answer them in my free time! 💕

I hope you like it, to be honest i already have a second part, my mind kept showing me other scenarios, so if you have any feedback is more than welcome!

TW and tags: dark!CEO!Sungchan, noncon, p in v, no protection, thigh fucking, fingering, breeding kink, squints of Sir Kink, plus size!nanny!reader

WC: sorry, wrote it in my phone and have no idea, but probably around 4k like usual.

Just a gift

He didn't notice your existence until he went to see his baby boy after a long work trip, he had gone to Japan to see a couple of his restaurants, leaving his wife with his child, trusting her to take care of him.

He didn't mind that she received help, he expected it since he knew she'd have to go to a couple events like always, but it seemed as if the woman he had married was getting busy on purpose to avoid taking care of their child, and that did bother him, but she'd do her job at some point, he hoped.

When he arrived he asked for his child and his wife, the maid told him the lady had gone out to a family reunion and the child was sleeping in his room, so he quickly tossed his tie aside, getting more comfortable, and walked to his newborn's room, calming himself to not get mad with his wife. It was a long way to that side of the mansion and he had asked for his things to be moved as near as possible to help in case anything happened, so he'd rest after checking on his baby. He had stopped sharing his bed with his wife a long time ago and they slept on different sides of the house, but now that they had a child, they couldn't avoid each other's presence anymore, or so he thought.

When he opened the door he expected to see his baby sleeping in his baby crib, carefully chosen by a professional, but what he saw left him without words.

You were there, in the dark room with just a limp light on, carrying his baby with your eyes closed while whispering sweet words "you're a lucky baby, I hope you grow up with as much love as wealth you'll receive, and become a great man". You held him with so much care, close to your chest, giving him all your warm.

And that made him hard.

In the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew you existed to have a child, you were a mother, and he wanted to give you all the children you wanted. He had deduced you didn't have any children, how could such a sweet young thing like you have children already? You had so much love overflowing your words and movements, it wasn't possible.

He stopped himself, his mind running around a mile per second, imagining you in his bed with your legs up and his cock stuffing you, making you a real mother.

"Who are you?" He asked after a second, still at the door, not walking near you because he knew he'd get weak.

You opened your eyes in shock by the male voice, so deep into your own comfort with the baby you took care of. You looked at him and immediately recognized him, the same hair color and skin as the baby you were holding, also it was impossible to not know who he was, the owner of the household, and your boss you had no opportunity to meet until now, "Sir, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, I'm baby Sungchan's nanny" you smiled. He got drunk with the way your smile made your sweet cheeks chubbier, and your round body called him to get warm with it into your side, so welcoming.

He was sure your sweet pussy would easily accept him, would call for him, just like your eyes and lips did. You were such a sweet thing to the eye, of course you had to taste as sweet too, right?

"Sorry I wasn't notified with your presence, if you don't mind, could you tell me when did you start working here?" He talked, ignoring the pressure that started to bother him inside his pants.

"Oh, it hasn't been that long, maybe a month" you whispered, leaving his child into the crib, softly, slightly bending to not wake him up, showing Sungchan your precious and bubbly ass. God, he wanted to lift that long skirt and fuck you right there, his body was so hot it hurt.

He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, he knows it was with his wife when they conceived the small heir, and after that he got so busy with work and his new life as a father he didn't have time to visit the VIP brothel he used to visit before he and his wife had decided to have a son. He and his wife had a good start, both were equals in the relationship, they had the beauty and the status to be a perfect couple, but their feelings got colder with time, and at some point they just stopped being a real relationship, only staying together for the benefits it had. The sex had always been too vanilla for his liking, and after a couple of years he had decided to visit brothels instead of finding girls around, he didn't want a relationship, and he was sure anyone who wasn't paid to be with him would quickly catch unnecessary feelings for him.

"What do you mean a month? I left for Japan 2 weeks ago, does that mean you were almost 2 weeks here, with my child, and you didn't bother to present yourself to me? My wife has never told me about you" he was frowning his eyebrows behind you. You stood up properly again, bowing and saying sorry. "I don't want you to apologize, I want you to give me an explanation" his voice was getting higher and you looked alarmed behind you.

"Please Sir, let's not raise the voice in here, this is your son's room, not your office, let's have this conversation in another place" you replied. You were so calm, so put together, it started a fire inside his guts. He wanted to ravage you, look at tears falling down your cheeks and your pussy contracting around his fingers, convulsing and making a mess, and giving you the prize you deserved, because you were much more mother than his wife, who had never shown as much interest as you for his child, and you, in just an interaction, had shown more love and maturity than her.

"You're right, let's go to my office" he accepted. You walked in front of him and he watched your hips move with every step, the curve of your lower back going to your ass, was insane. He had never had interest in curvy bodies before, thinking that they were unhealthy, but now that he had a son with his wife, he realized your body was just different, softer, warmer, more breedable, he smiled.

When you arrived to his office he sat in his leather sofa, showing you with his eyes were you should seat, in front of him, in another sofa, with a little table between you. You did it, you sat and patted your skirt, with your straight back, pushing your tits in the way. He saw your sweet boobs push your floral white blouse, and your long baby blue skirt only enhanced the softness of your body. He licked his lips without you noticing and crossed his long legs.

You didn't feel small, but you felt watched, reason why you did your best to mantain eye contact.

So a feisty one, he thought, I like that.

You heard the clock ticking, too obvious in the silence. "What are you waiting for?" He asked.

"Sorry, it's my fault I didn't present myself to you, I should've done it, the lady said to not bother you because then you'd have an unapproachable actitud with your son, and my main interest, as wrong as it sounds, it's the wellness of your child, so I didn't want to push any buttons on you. Still, I'm sorry Sir, I have no excuses."

You sounded so pretty, making it seem as if you always thought about his son, he was sure you'd be a great wife one day, obedient but strong willed, soft and caring but protective.

However, that would have to wait, because he wanted you for him.

"I see, I'm afraid my wife has told you things that aren't a hundred percent true, I do get frustrated when I'm interrupted, but anyone who has direct contact with my child and has to bring me news about his wellbeing will never be a bother, I hope that from now on we mantain a better relationship, and thank you for taking care of my child in the meanwhile."

You looked up to him, you have never been treated so good by a parent before, always working for rich jerks, it was new for you to have such a notable gentleman talk to you like that. You smiled and nodded. "Thank you Sir, I'll take care of him as if it was my blood"

He smiled and dismissed you, you quickly left to go to your room on the attached house, excited to have met your boss.

He jerked off with your smile in his mind.

Days went by, he tried to tell himself that maybe it was better to just have a boss/worker relationship with you, to not surpass any line. But God you did it hard for him, now everyday before his son went to sleep and you to your room, you'd go with the baby in your arms to his office, so he could give him a goodnight kiss.

And he was dying to give you one too.

Everytime he saw you walking near his room in the morning, making sure his baby was always well fed, going around with your pretty flowy dresses and your tits that bounced everytime you moved. They would feed a child really well, he repeated on his mine, or maybe they already had milk? It was impossible to have those voluptuous boobs and not want a taste.

Still, he never did anything, not touching a hair on your head.

He repeated like a mantra that it was not okay, he needed you around because his wife had better things to do than take care of their boy, and his boy loved you so much, every day his laugh filled the empty corridors like a song, making an echo that made everyone that heard it smile.

Except his wife, of course.

"When are you coming back" he asked when he saw her taking a couple bags full of party clothes.

"I'm not sure, but it won't be more than a month" she hurried to go out. You were in the room with the baby, listening to the baby's mother leave without giving the small one a second glance, but you couldn't say anything, it wasn't your position to question the parents.

"If you leave that door, I swear, I'll take cards into the subject" he said angrily. "It's our child! You can't leave him like that! You have never breastfeeded him, not a single time!"

"It hurts, what do you want me to do? And he's being taken care just fine, I'll come back in a few weeks, you also travel a lot, why shouldn't I?" You heard him throwing things to the floor and flinched, you had never seen him get that angry before, he always had a smile on his face when you appeared.

Both their rooms were next to the baby's so you heard everything clearly, and when the baby started to cry you grabbed him and ran to the patio to calm him down.

An hour later you saw from the patio the lady leaving with a couple bags and dark sunglasses. He couldn't... You doubted. Could have he touch her? The same Sungchan you saw every morning and night and always kissed his son and talked to you with respect?

You shook your head, it wasn't any of your business. He came down a couple minutes later, fuming, and searched for you. You quickly answered "Sir, I'm here" You said after running to the backdoor that connected the house with the patio, you didn't dare to scream next to the baby. The baby was in the stroller, taking his daily nap, and you were beside him, sitting in one of the many benches. He walked with you to your seat, heat coming out of him, so hot you felt it in your back when he walked behind you, when he saw him there, his baby next to you now, and your confused gaze, he calmed down.

"I'm sorry you had to heard that, I've been having numerous fights with my wife since the baby was born... I just... I don't know what to do, it had never passed my mind that he wouldn't have his mother around, I always respected how serious my wife took his life and businesses" he looked down, you couldn't help but get soft for him.

"I'm sorry to hear that Sir, but let me assure this baby it's been well taken care of, not only by me, but by you, I had never seen a father so committed to his role before" you wanted to comfort him.

He smiled at your words "thank you".

Everything started to get even better, he visited his child more, and had started to give you bonuses and little gifts, did you have a favorite coffee? The kitchen had all the options you could ever need. You needed a new stroller for his kid? Take his credit card, don't even doubt of getting the best one. Did you like those little dresses, right? Well, one of his friends had a store you could visit, don't worry, it's just a gift.

Just a gift, just a gift, he always said, and you started to feel more and more uncomfortable with his attentions.

"Sorry Sir, I can't accept that" he was showing you a gold bracelet that matched his son's little necklace.

"Don't worry, it's nothing, just a gift" he smiled and tried to put in in your wrist.

You moved your hand away from his grip. "I shouldn't Sir, I-I don't think this is okay" you nervously said, you didn't want to think he had any ulterior motive to give them to you, but everyone else had started to look at you weirdly, and you heard how the staff talked behind you "she's gonna trap him", "she must be doing extra work to be on his good side", "someone should remind her he's married". It was all too much for you.

His eyes full of love changed. "Are you rejecting my gift? I choose it for you, if you don't accept it I have no option but to throw it out"

"No Sir, why-" you couldn't understand why his voice tone changed. "Can't you get your money back?"

"It has your name on it, and my boy's too, it was a set, I can't return it" he denied. You didn't know what to do, doubting if to accept it or not. He saw it in your face, you discussing with yourself, your doubt. He doesn't know why, but he got so mad, he didn't give you another second to doubt, and crushed the pretty box with his hands, to then throw it into the trash can next to the door, walking away without giving you a second glance.

You stayed there, in shock, not knowing what to do. You walked to the bin, empty, with only the crushed box inside, and took it out, you couldn't let something so valuable be dumped. You examinated it, gold with a little sun, matching the little star in the baby's necklace, your initial and the baby's in the back, so pretty, you had never received something so valuable before.

You left the boy sleeping and went to your room, feeling scared of going to his office to say goodnight like everyday.

Why didn't you? He stayed up for hours, waiting for you, and then after the clock sounded at midnight, he walked to see you in the guest house.

He had almost forgotten how the place looked, never finding a reason to visit the place until that moment.

Your room was in the second floor, the living room had the tv on and different bags on your table from all the shopping he sent you to do with his card, the little box he had choosen caught his attention too. He smiled, satisfied with your actions, you never disappointed him.

You were deep asleep, not feeling his presence. He watched you, you were wearing a white tank top that showed your nipples through the cheap fabric.

You shouldn't be wearing that, you should be covered in jewels and the best fabrics, he thought.

He got closer, watching your face. His hand moved on his own, he swears, he didn't mean to, but your skin was magnetic. His hand touched the strap of your tank top and moved it, your tits were so big they were about to spill over the clothes, and he wanted to move the bedsheet away to see what were you wearing down, so he did.

God, you wore nothing, only covering your pussy with your panties.

He saw shift your body, feeling the cold air touch you. You showed him your back, and when he saw your peachy ass he decided that was the night, that was the night you would become his.

He would take you, you wanted or not.

He had tried so hard, showering you with compliments and gifts, how could you reject him like that before? He felt so hurt, he did everything for you, how could you be so cold towards him?

You didn't leave him an option.

He pressed his body against yours, smelling your shampoo from the hair that covered your pillow. His hips touched your ass, his boner presenting itself and feeling your clothed skin.

His hand wanted to roam around but he didn't want to wake you up, so he did his best to softly move his hand to the front of your panties, hugging your side.

His hand entered the rim of your panties and felt the hair you had there, he liked that, a natural feeling, fertile.

The tip of his fingers caressed your little mount, smooth, like caramel. Your ass pressed more against him and he had to bite his lip to not moan, so much time had passed since the last time he fucked someone his body physically hurt him, he wanted to open your legs and push his dick immediately, but he had to enjoy you a bit more, all well done has its benefits, he reminded himself.

His fingers made circles on your clit, and your pussy, even with you asleep, started to respond to his touch.

Fuck, that's my girl, he thought.

It was getting wet, so wet, he moved his hand to his face and smelled you on his fingers. A little drop was about to fall and he decided to lick it, a mature flavor, like a woman that needed a man to break her.

That was it, that pushed all sanity out of him and he pulled down his slacks. The tip of his cock, red and furious, was leaking, and he pushed it between your thighs.

It was hard, your thighs were so thick they almost left no room for him, but you had already dripped enough to make it easier, and with the help of his spit on his dick he did it.

I want to put it in, I need to put it in, his mind was racing and his breath was getting more and more loud. You would wake up in any second, and he couldn't wait for it, he wanted to smash you to the mattress and fuck you like an animal, to cum inside and breed you like you deserved.

His pleads were heard and you opened your eyes, confused with what was going on, you felt the pressure between your legs, and your body hot and wet, but why? How?

"Sorry baby, It'll be quick, just once, okay?" He whispered behind you and you turned your head to look at him, he smiled at you and gave you a peck on the lips.

"What? What?" You asked, just waking up and regaining your senses. "Sir?"

Oh god, he loved when you called him Sir, always with that soft voice and those full lips.

He separated himself and moved you to your back, he quickly opened your legs and situated himself between them, pushing your underwear to the side, almost hurting you of how strongly he did it. he appreciated you hole for a good second, so plump and glowing even in darkness, ready for him.

He may not have noticed all your refusal, he had covered your mouth with his hand after the kiss, and when your hands started to punch his chest he simply smiled and grabbed your hands with his other hand. "Did you know that something was stolen from the mansion today?" You stopped punching him and looked at him, not understanding what was going on. "It was a bracelet, with my son and his mother's initial, gold, really expensive, and all the maids said they saw you wearing it" Your eyes shook, you tried to deny under his hand. "It's okay honey, I forgive you, you just need to be a good girl from now on, okay?" Tears fell down your cheeks, it was a gift! You repeated on your head.

It was just a gift, how could he used that to backfire you, it had his wife's initial, that was right, but it was your initial too!

"I'll move my hand okay, and then I'll fuck you, don't worry, I'm sure you'll like it" he murmured. The light of the night covered him, trespassing the white curtains, like he did in your room.

He moved his hand and you could talk, finally "you said it was a gift" you cried.

"It was, but you rejected it, didn't think that would hurt me? You should've accepted me while I was kind" his fingers were pounding your insides. You squirmed, sensitive, feeling his long fingers work you like nothing.

"I'm... Sorry, Sir" you tried to say. "Please"

"It's okay baby" he replaced his fingers with the tip of his dick "I accept your apology" he inserted it completely in a single thrust.

You opened your mouth, air leaving your lungs and insides moving to accept him, he was so big, your eyes got blurry with the pain tears.

He started slow, but quickly got bored of the pace, and when he had enough he pushed your legs up, watching his dick sink inside you deeper. He exhaled, it felt perfect, your nails on his forearms, hurting him, and your pussy insides caressing him. So perfect.

His hips moved harder, and then he was mating pressing you to the bed. You were so soft and inviting like he imagined. Your cunt was accepting him in a second, knowing he was good enough for you.

Your cheeks were wet with tears, those pretty cheeks, he wanted to slap them to make them even more flushed.

"My angel, you're gonna be the best mother" he said, cock pressing you harder to the mattress, you fell as if your body was sinking into it, moaning and holding yourself to his arms to not fall deeper, where? you didn't know, but you felt like you were about to.

"Please no, not inside" you begged, music to his ears. You tried to think about other things, how would you go after that, where would you hide, who could you ask for help. He saw you thinking too much and put one of his hands around your throat to shut up your pleas and the voices inside your head.

Not a single sound could leave your throat, and the air restriction made you dizzy. You slapped his hand so he'd let you breath again, but he didn't flinch. His pelvis ruthlessly smashing you with force, making your legs tremble.

"Mine, mine, forever mine" he bite his lip and smiled, pumping your insides, filling you with the thickest cum you've ever felt, so sticky it would certainly stay inside, adding to that, the way his hips didn't move away for a second, it would leave anyone pregnant.

He brushed off the hair over your face, and still with the hand on your throat, he left a soft kiss over your lips, still inside you.

You couldn't think properly, you hadn't realized you came when he put his hand on your neck, making a mess over the bed, and the last thing that passed through your mind before you passed out was that you would never accept a single gift from him again.

Except, nine months later, you'd recieve another one, obligated.

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hopelessdelusional · 11 months

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Literally got a dream after i read this prompt, went insane, and then basically wrote a whole book

so it’s safe to say im obsessed

word count: 4K

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Bakugou Katsuki is a hero.

He is a Pro Hero, number 2 to be in fact (damn Deku). He has made a living fighting battles and saving lives, jumping off roofs and flying in the sky. He is a real life super hero, putting his life in danger. Every morning he wakes up has to prepare himself for the things he may see that day. The blood he might shed, and the people he may not be able to save. He has learned to be fearless, never finding himself nervous when jumping into the fight.

And yet, he’s never felt more terrified right now.

He met you three years ago, after quite literally crashing right into the very studio you record your music. He was battling a woman who had the ability to make and control giant vines, and apparently are explosive-proof. Todoroki almost hit him with a blast of his shitty ice, making him turn to his so called “partner” and cuss him out. However, that gave the villain the chance to grab him, and send him flying.

Bakugou soon found himself miles away from the fight, as he had to use his quirk in order not to fall to his death. But as many know, his quirk is sporadic.

That is how he crash landed into your studio.

It hurt like hell sure, but when he opened his eyes and saw you standing over him with nothing but concern in your eyes, he instantly forgot the many injuries he gained. You were breathtaking, and not like anyone he had ever interacted with. You immediately made the terrified people in the studio help him up and you found the nearest first aid kit and fixed him up as best as you could before an ambulance came.

He was dazed, but you were so kind and made small talk. Bakugou had always been one to hate any type of small talk, but he loved every word that left your mouth. You were newly moved to Japan, some sort of opportunity came to you that you couldn’t turn down (Bakugou was severely concussed so a lot of what you said was a blur).

Bakugou does remember Mina and Kaminari mentioning you, playing your music whenever he came to either of their houses. You had such a unique voice, a bit raspy that caught the attention of millions of people. Surprisingly, also caught the attention to Bakugou, as he would play it during the rare nights when he’d be cooking alone in his kitchen. Your story telling was incredible, your lyrics were anything but bland. Making music about the bad and good exes you’ve had, your friends and family, your past, and even wrote songs about random characters your beautiful mind came up with. You always made sure to use all sorts of instruments, and the notes that you compacted into your songs never ceased to amaze Bakugou’s standards.

Now he was here, sitting on a table asking you all sorts of questions about you. Maybe it was the concussion, or maybe it was just your personality but Bakugou began to get addicted to you, never wanting you to stop talking.

“Here.”

You turned away from him, your hand leaving his knee instantly making him already miss the warmth of you as you shuffled through your bag.

He watched you with curiosity (and took the chance to shamelessly check out your ass) before you turned around with a newfound grin on your face. You were holding a pen, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, not understanding the excitement of this pen in your perfect hand. You walked back over to him, your perfume becoming addicting to him, and you gently grabbed his hand. You were making intense eye contact with him, and Bakugou suddenly felt…nervous? You smiled at the blush that rose on the hero’s face, before you clicked the pen and began to write something on his wrist.

Bakugou watched, feeling somewhat like a child, and once you finished and allowed him to look. He was pleasantly surprised to see your number on his arm.

His head instantly shot up, almost not believing this was happening.

“If I text this and it’s a scam, I’m gonna hunt you down.”

His gruff voice didn’t match the face he was making at you, and you threw your head back and laughed.

Once you caught your breath, you smiled at him, making him blush even more (he didn’t even know that was possible!).

“As fun as that would be, I promise that is in fact my home number. I would never trick my favorite pro hero like that.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw two paramedics walking through the door, ready to help him out of there. However, he chose to ignore them and smirk at you instead.

“Favorite eh?”

You giggled, still holding his hand.

“Don’t get too cocky mister, or else I’ll write a mean song about you.”

His grin widened, using his other hand to lead your hand to his lips. He gently kissed it, hating how chapped his lips were, but the blush that quickly appeared on your cute cheeks made it worth it.

“I’d rather the song have another meaning.”

The two of you held eye contact, and he soaked up every second of it not ever wanting to forget what color you eyes were.

You smiled at him before you turned to the paramedics that began to replace your presence. They helped him up, and walked him over to the bed that was rolled in by another paramedic. Once he was comfortable (as comfortable as someone with many broken ribs and a concussion could be) he looked back up at you. Bakugou was annoyed to see one of the paramedics talking nervously to you, asking for an autograph. However, the jealously slowly turned into admiration as he watched you beam at the man as you excitedly signed the crinkled piece of paper he had in his pocket.

“My daughter just adores your music, she started learning guitar because of you actually! It’s truly incredible watching her play, just makes me so proud of her.”

Your lip was pouted, as you stood listening to his words. You looked so genuine, so happy that he was telling you this. Bakugou could tell this means the world to you, watching you enthusiastically hugged him. The two of you quickly made your goodbyes, and you immediately turned to look his way. Bakugou would have been embarrassed that he was caught looking at you if you hadn’t beamed at him like that. You jogged over to him, making him chuckle how eager you were to be back in his presence. Bakugou instantly grabbed your empty hand again, not a single ounce of shame for how “down bad” he was acting.

“Talk to you later?”

Your voice couldn’t have been any louder than a whisper, making sure he knew these were words only for him to hear. Bakugou grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Of course.”

Instead of one of your flashing smiles, your whole face softened and a small smile appeared on your face.

“In the meantime then, I’ll definitely be writing a song.”

That’s when Bakugou realized there was no coming back from you. He was officially obsessed, never wanting anything more than your hand in his.

Unfortunately for him, the two of you were rudely interrupted by the dumbass that got him here in the first place (not that Bakugou is complaining). Todoroki loudly coughed, making you jump and him scowl.

“I see you’re in good-“ his heterochromia eyes looked down at Bakugou and your interlocked hands, and then looked back up at Bakugou with a smirk.

“Good hands?”

Yeah, Bakugou definitely got teased for the rest of the day, and soon the rest of the week by all the people half-and-half told. But honestly? Bakugou couldn’t give two shits when had you texting him all day.

Besides, they were just jealous.

Kaminari and Mina especially lost their shit, begging for him to tell them all about you, even asking for your number. Obviously, Bakugou kindly told them to stop asking (he told them to fuck off and mind their fucking business) and soon enough the two of you began dating.

It was so easy being with someone like you. The two of you worked so well together, and you already understood the pressure of paparazzi constantly swarming you like hawks. Crazily enough, the reveal of you guys dating didn’t release until after your one year. Of course there were plenty of news articles and random fans on the internet who speculated it, but you interacted with enough people for your fans to also say you were dating them as well. Besides, the idea of you, an international singer/songwriter dating the number two hero in the world was not something that people could believe easily. But it was the truth, and people everywhere went crazy when you posted a picture of the two of you.

It was the picture of Bakugou picking you up by the waist in his kitchen. You were wearing his shirt and some random sweats because you had just gotten home from a concert the night before. Ochako was the one able to capture this beautiful moment of the couple. You had been teasing him for being able to cook but not bake, and he had enough of your jokes and simply picked you right off your feet. In the picture the both of you were smiling widely, especially Bakugou. When you posted the picture, fans analyzed the picture like crazy.

Bakugou knew he wasn’t the most well liked Pro-Hero, but the amount of people who tried to make a video showing the picture and claiming it was “obvious” that he was abusing you was a little annoying. You always reassured the blond when you caught him watching those videos, turning off his phone and climbing in his lap. His hands happily making his way on your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair while the other hand held his face gently. His eyes would close and you would whisper sweet nothings in his ear, praising him for anything and everything, sometimes even singing the songs you wrote for him.

Bakugou still remembers when the two of you were almost a year into the relationship (ten months and 6 days to be exact) and in the mist of him casually scrolling on TikTok a video of you performing at your concert popped up. He was certainly surprised to see videos already posted, since the concert had quite literally just ended. Obviously he watched the video, adoring how you talked to your fans.

“Now children, calm down so I can talk. I am not gonna talk over your borderline screaming, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna be able to sing after this if I talk like that.”

Bakugou snickered. He always loved when you were sassy and continued to watch.

“So whilst on tour, I’ve had a song stuck in my head,” the crowd went wild, probably thinking you were going to play one of your songs called “stuck in my head.” Your face lit up in realization, and you laughed at the mistake you made.

“Oh my poor babies, I’m so sorry but I am not playing that song.”

You gave your crowd an apologetic smile as they booed you. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, upset as to why you were being booed, but continued to watch nonetheless.

“Oh my gosh get over yourself,” you rolled your eye waiting for the crowd to settle down before starting up again.

“I had like, this chorus just repeating itself over and over again. It was so annoying y’all! I felt like I was going crazy! And what made it even more annoying is that I couldn’t go to my safe place and sit down and write it cus-“

You gestured to your surroundings.

“-I’m on tour.”

The crowd went wild for longer than Bakugou liked, but you let them get it out, shaking your head like you were disappointed but the smile gave you away.

“Instead I had to settle with my oh so very empty tour bus bed, and write the song there. It was literally like, what? 3AM? And I was sitting on that bed with my guitar, notebook, and my laptop. I’m so glad I wasn’t sharing or like in a hotel because I was up until 5…”

You bent over to laugh, and the audience as well. Meanwhile, your now very grumpy boyfriend was about to close the app and text you not to do shit like that. You put on full fledge concerts for crying out loud! You should not be staying up that late just to write a goddamn song.

“And that was last night.”

The concert booed as Bakugou’s patience started to thin. What the hell were you thinking? You even texted him goodnight at like 2! Rest is very important and you need to-

“But I’m glad that I did, because I think this is my new favorite song. And I just can’t wait anymore, so is it okay if I play it for you guys?”

The crowd literally went feral. The person recording was screaming along with every goddamn person at that place. Bakugou was now fully sitting up in his bed, eager to listen to this song. He was a little hurt, he will admit. You always send him a video of the many songs that you write sporadically on this tour, and you’ve written a lot. So why didn’t you do the same thing here? What was so different about this song that he couldn’t be the first to hear it like usual?

“That sounds like a yes,” you reached for one of the many necklaces you were wearing and pulled out a very thin necklace with a familiar pendant. Bakugou immediately recognized it, as it was the one he got for you on your six month anniversary. It was one of the petals of a rose that you saved from your first date. He had it dried and put into a charm of a necklace when he noticed you getting upset that you couldn’t keep the flowers he got you. When he gave it to you, tears were falling down your face as he kissed you. That’s when he swore to himself that if he met any of your exes he wouldn’t leave without giving them a brand new scar.

You pulled it out and kissed it gently, before whispering into it.

“This is for you baby.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened, the crowd losing their minds and you started playing guitar. The two of you would make the smallest hints that you were in a relationship, but never as bold as this. Not that he was complaining.

Secretly he had been wanting to let the public know that you were dating, he wanted everyone to know you were his and he was yours. He was honestly sick of seeing people “ship” him with extras and he especially hated when the same happened to you.

He’s good for my heart but he’s bad for business

Tears me apart when he grants my wishes

All of my friends think I’ve gone crazy

But they don’t know me like my baby~

Bakugou remembers that moment like it was yesterday. His face instantly blossomed a bright blush, and his lips formed a soft smile. The crowd finally settled down after the beginning and he was able to listen to the song, closing his eyes pretending like he was there in the audience. He put the phone up to his ear and laid back down, soaking up every word and every note.

He’s good

It’s bad

The best I’ve ever had

And he’s so nice

It’s sad

He ruined all my plans

And he just makes me so crazy

I know everyone sees

He’ll be the death of me

That’s how he got here, standing in a special area in your sold out venue wearing your newest merch.

And Bakugou Katsuki was terrified.

 This was the first time he had come to see your concert, because last time you toured it was when your relationship was a secret. Now, he sat nervously in his chair, his colleagues on either side of him. You had given all of them tickets, making sure they had the best seats in the house but also allowed them to not be disturbed by fans.

Bakugou was bouncing his leg, picking at his fingernails as he watched the crowd. It seemed that nobody knew they were there, everyone waiting in anticipation of your show. Your music was so diverse, everyone knew that it would contain all sorts of emotions and energies. You were the type of performer who liked to be as close to the audience as possible, you loved adding commentary to your songs during the pauses, making faces, and dancing around. You loved to have fun, and let loose. When you got the green light to plan the tour, you were practically bouncing off the walls of your now shared home. You spent three months planning it, which was a new record for you, before announcing. However, there was just one thing that Bakugou didn’t like about the tour.

He knew absolutely nothing about it. In fact, you made sure of it. Hiding your notebook, changing your laptop’s password, making sure your manager didn’t tell him shit about it. That’s why he was terrified. His partner, his very famous singer/songwriter of a soulmate was about to do the very first night of the tour in Japan and Bakugou didn’t know a thing.

That’s why Bakugou Katsuki was terrified.

Soon enough, the lights began to dim, and people started to stand up. A hush fell over the crowd as the venue blacked out, and the wrist bands on everyone’s wrists lit up.

“Holy shit it’s happening.” Kaminari whispered to Bakugou, grin spreading across his face.

Ochako, Kaminari, and Mina happily took the evening off to see you, while the rest of your invites weren’t able to. Kirishima made Bakugou promise at least one photo of the two of them after the show.

A soft hum came out of the speakers, and suddenly a spotlight appeared to reveal you standing at the very far back of the stage. The crowd went insane, and you walked down the stage.

When it came to your outfits, you always had to keep it comfortable. You loved to jump around dancing, sometimes fall to your knees dramatically. You especially loved to squat. Jumping around in that position and when you stood up you always made sure to flaunt the ass that you worked very hard on in the gym.

You came out strutting down the stage in very baggy and flowy black pants and a very cropped black long sleeve sweater that allowed you to show off the lace bra that went down to your belly button. But that wasn’t where it stopped, nor was it the best part of your outfit. To Bakugou’s surprise you were wearing boots with an obnoxiously thick heel, that were very obviously Dynamite themed.

Bakugou smirked at the sight, taking in the rest of the little details of your outfit. You wore a giant ring on your index finger that was also Dynamite inspired, as a fan gave it to you, and Bakugou could see his initials sewn into the bottom of your sweater.

You stopped at the end of the runway, pulling the microphone away from your face in a dramatic motion. You slowly looked around, taking in your crowd. A smile spread across your face, and when your gaze looked straight forward to look for Bakugou, he made sure to make little sparks from his hands to let you know he was right here. You pointed at him with the finger that had the Dynamite ring on it, and Bakugou honestly felt like it was just you and him in the stadium. You mouthed an ‘I love you’ at him, and Bakugou was now ignoring the new roar from the audience.

“You guys should get married already.” Mina whispered in Bakugou’s ear, and instead of blowing her face up, he just smiled, still looking in your direction.

“I plan on it.”

The first song you sang was one of your oldest ones, which also happened to be a much slower and sadder song. Instead of listening to the grim lyrics (not because they were bad, just because Bakugou hated to remember how bad some of your relationships were and didn’t want to get angry) the hero closed his eyes and listened to your voice. He wanted to take in his environment and all the notes you sang. The song started to drift off midway, which confused Bakugou. His eyes suddenly snapped open when he heard your newest song, which was much more upbeat. He watched you jump in the air and sing the song with much more passion than the original version. The crowd recovered quickly from the switch up and was singing along happily.

You sang a couple more of your newer and upbeat songs, making sure to add new notes to them and even belt a couple of notes to get the crowd excited. You were having so much fun, and Bakugou had never seen you look more alive. This is where you belonged, and he wanted to be right here every time watching.

There was a pause for you to sit down at the edge of the runway. You sat criss-cross, and much closer to the audience for Bakugou’s liking. He always got nervous when you reached out for a fan’s hand, scared that they would do something that could hurt you.

Thankfully, that hadn’t ever happened, and you sat very cutely waiting for the audience to quiet down so you could speak.

“Wow. We’re halfway through already? Well, I think we all know what that means…”

You cocked your head to the side, and a soft piano started to play a familiar rhythm.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and everything in between, get out your tissues. It is now time to remember why you are no longer dating your ex, and for you to be reminded that your trauma isn’t just a thing that makes you funny.”

The crowd screamed, but almost immediately stopped when you began to sing in a much softer and lower register than before. As depressing as these songs may be, Bakugou firmly believes that these types of songs bring out the best in your voice. It allows you to challenge your breath control, and truly sing with so much passion and emotion.

A couple of songs pass, and Bakugou finds you when the stage gets lit up again. You’re in the middle of the runway, standing with your head down waiting for the band to begin. As soon as the piano starts, the crowd screams and yells. This is one of your all-time most popular songs, it was the one that caught a lot of people’s attention and boosted your popularity. Funnily enough, you actually hated this song because you wrote it in high school, so Bakugou was surprised to see you preform it.

“Is this Sick of Losing Soulmates?” Ochako yelled, because of the screaming of your audience.

Bakugou turned to her and confirmed her suspicions, making Mina and Kaminari start screaming along with the audience (as they were doing the entire time).

Bakugou watched as you began to sing, and noticed how you really got into it. You added a lot more dramatic pauses before certain lines, and even speaking some of the lyrics, making it feel more like anger than sadness.

Yeah, I’m sick of losing soulmates

Won’t be alone again

I can finally see you’re as fucked up as me

So how do we begin?

At one point, you laid down on your back, reaching for the sky as you sang your heart out, and Bakugou noticed you choking up a bit at certain lyrics.

We will grow old as friends

I've promised that before, so what's one more in our grey-haired circle, waiting for the end?

Time and hearts will wear us thin

So which path will you take, 'cause we both know a break does exactly what it says on the tin

The song soon ends, and your last pose has you on your knees, head looking down at the floor. The stadium goes pitch dark, including the wrist bands, before they light up again along with your stage. Bakugou sees you wipe a tear off your cheek, and you sit there once more taking in your fans that take the chance to start chanting your name. You put your lips together, closing your eyes and putting your hands on your heart. Your eyebrows are furrowed and Bakugou can tell you’re still crying. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to go to you and hold you, wiping away your tears and replacing them with tender kisses.

You open your eyes, putting the mic back to your mouth and the audience quiets down in order to let you speak.

“Oh boy, I am so overwhelmed by emotions. I mean that was the song that started it all right?”

The crowd was still practically silent, as you’ve trained them well. You get off your knees and get into a more comfortable sitting position (criss-cross of course) and continue.

“I used to absolutely loath that song, because I wrote that when I was at my lowest. I was so sick and tired of love, having to try again over and over again. Every relationship that ended seem to break a piece of me off, and I was honestly starting to give up.”

You let out a broken chuckle, putting your free hand over your eyes momentarily before starting again.

“But then I met Katsuki, in which he literally crashed into my life.”

The crowd stayed silent, but Bakugou could tell they wanted to start screaming. You were not looking at him, and to his surprise Bakugou felt a tear run down his cheek.

“Three years of paradise. I’ve always had a fear of losing you, but it especially hits when I sing songs like that.”

There was a pause, and suddenly Bakugou felt like he was back in that studio where he met you. Staring at you and falling in love all over again.

“I love you baby, forever and always.”

Bakugou smiled, and all that fear that was with him before left. You were his and he was yours, and that’s all that he needed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and you knew.

Bakugou Katsuki was no longer terrified.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ─ ✩ ─⋅ ⋅ ──╯

none of the songs quoted are not mine!!! the first one is “Bad for Business” by Sabrina Carpenter, and the second one is “Sick of Losing Soulmates” by dodie

i hope you enjoyed bc boy oh boy i did

literally took me 4 hours to write but i couldn’t pull myself away from the keyboard

i rlly need to start writing other characters for x readers but oh well

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugou katsuki x reader #singer! reader x bakugou katsuki #sobbing #my hero academia #mha #whew #this one is a biggin #definitely got a little too into it #but oh well #i couldn’t get this out of my head so #love love love

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🌷𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 & 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤🌷

ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ: ʜᴀᴡᴋꜱ/ ᴋᴇɪɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

💖Synopsis

In this world, soulmates dream about each other, more likely about what happened to them during that day. But is only limited to seeing a Blurred face/ figure. During keigo's childhood, he would dream about his soulmate being bullied because of being quirkless and vice versa. Keigo wanted to Find you, escape his own hellish home and protect you with his quirk. But Fate had other plans.

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🌸When Keigo turned 5, he began to dream about a little girl with a blurred face. Inside the dream, the girl seemed to be happy until it revealed about the girl's daily struggles of pain of being quirkless.

Every night, he would see the girl being bullied, alone, and treated as a joke. With every waking moment, his heart would throb. He doesn't know who you are, but he wants to save you, with a strong desire to remove you from the torment.

🌸Walking in the street, Keigo would imagine making an amazing landing with wings spread wide, putting an end to the bullying, and giving you the well-deserved protection and support that you need.

🌸Sadly, fate had other plans. While he was walking down the street, he saw a car running at a rapid speed, causing a car accident. But because of his quirk, he was able to save many lives. Soon, he found himself caught up in a busy life of hero training.

🌸Despite all of that, for years, the dream world continued, and his heart remained yearning for a blurred face, quirkless but graceful. He wants to remove this barrier of being miles apart and hold you safely in his wings.

🌸As he grew stronger and older, he became aware of the concept of a soulmate. It made his dreams bittersweet, knowing that both of you have a connection to one another but have yet to feel each other's warmth. If only he could find you sooner. It made him determined to become a hero, a hero that could change the world and the lives of people, a hero and a perfect lover for you. That's the promise and goal he made for himself.

🌸His journey was not smooth; he faced many trials and tribulations. But his goals persisted. Every night, his dreams would remind him about the promise he made to himself and his love and admiration for you. In his dreams, it revealed how you work hard to reach your goal, not letting other people push you down because you're quirkless. You are his inspiration, driving him to work harder so that someday he could reach his goal of finding you.

🌸He wonders if you also dream about him. That's how this soulmate thing works, right? He wonders what you think of him and how you would feel about having an amazing soulmate. He imagines a scenario where you find one another, and just imagining it makes his heart flutter. His mind flies from one imagination to another thinking about you, even if you're nameless and faceless. He can't wait for the day when fate will finally decide to let you meet.

🌸Little did he know, your paths would eventually intertwine in unexpected ways, an unexpected encounter that neither of you could foresee. His faceless soulmate in his dream would finally have a face and a name that he has been waiting so long to learn.

🌸It was a pleasant morning in Japan, with a cool breeze in the air mixed with calming morning hues. Keigo is seen perched on a billboard, seemingly on the lookout for any villains. Real talk though, this is nothing new to him; he is bored out of his mind.

🌸It was not long until he came back to his senses, noticing a suspicious man following a female civilian. On the other hand, the woman seemed to pick up her pace, noting that she was being followed. Smart girl, he thought. Abruptly, the man behind you tackled you and teleported out of sight.

🌸Seeing this, he alerted his sidekicks and flew off to find you quickly. For some reason, this didn't feel like any other rescue. When he saw you disappear from his line of sight, it felt like he was going to lose everything he had. Nevertheless, there was no time to think about feelings.

🌸Flying above the city, he spotted civilians in front of a bank, and there he saw the villain threatening to kill the woman if he's not given any money. Without a second thought, he made a landing in front of them.

"Hey there, buddy! Go easy on the gal there, yeah?" the villain flinched, realizing that he is no match for Japan's number two hero.

Keigo smirked. "What happened? It wasn't so long ago that you were threatening that girl with your gun with confidence," he teased. However, as his gaze met yours, a profound shift occurred within him. A sudden pang of longing tugged at his heart, the familiar ache of yearning flooding his senses.

In the midst of your exchange, a sudden interruption occurred. A single feather gracefully glided through the air, creating a barrier between you and the villain. Tumbling and struggling to regain your balance, you found yourself in a precarious position, until Keigo swiftly stepped forward, his instincts and agility taking over. In that moment, he caught you, both physically and metaphorically, saving you from harm's way.

In most cases, he would just fly off and let the sidekicks and police deal with the victim. But for some odd reason, he didn't. He remained beside you, with an arm around you too.

🌸While he stared into the distance, watching his colleagues do their job, you were looking at him with weariness instead of happiness and admiration. He finally looked at you and took notice of your emotions. Out of concern, he asked,"Are you okay there, Dove?" Though you assured him that you were fine after his heroic save, something in his gut told him that there was more beneath the surface. He sensed that you were carrying a weight, possibly still recovering from the shock of the situation.

With a sense of urgency, you mentioned that you needed to be somewhere, urging him to release you. But Keigo couldn't help the growing desire to offer you comfort, to hold onto you just a little longer. There was a sense of tranquility that washed over him whenever you were in his embrace. It stirred a question in his mind, one he couldn't ignore—could you be his soulmate?

The thought lingered, mingling with his emotions, as he pondered the true meaning of finding one's soulmate. Uncertainty tugged at him, prompting him to delve into research later, searching for answers to validate his intuition. Reluctantly, he released his hold on you, though a part of him longed to keep you close.

🌸That night, coming home from patrol, he quickly, at the speed of light, opened a web browser from his personal computer.

Search: How do you know if you have found your soulmate? >>Results: One of the evident signs that you have found your soulmate is having the sense of completeness and the vanishing of the blurry form, revealing your soulmate's face.

•······•······• 🌸After being let go by Hawks, you already know that he is your soulmate. It was as if the universe had aligned, and you finally recognized him as your soulmate. How could you not? The image of a boy with magnificent red wings has graced your dreams since childhood. Now, standing before you, he embodied that ethereal vision, completing a puzzle piece you never knew was missing. When you saw him from afar for the first time, you felt so complete but were soon overwhelmed by feelings of anxiousness. "I'm quirkless, and he is a hero," you thought. "Would he like me?" You decided to stop thinking because tomorrow you would return to your home country. •······•······•

🌸As the sun rose, a cool breeze filled the air, and the dark blue sky would soon be filled with the warmth of the sun. Within this calming daybreak, Keigo found himself flying with his signature top speed. The reason is that it was you! He finally found you, and you're going back to your own country! He can't let that happen; he can't let you get away without learning your name.

🌸Eventually, he was able to find you. Funny, when he found you, an overwhelming rush of emotions flooded his senses. As he enveloped you in his embrace, his wings serving as a shield of protection and comfort, you couldn't help but feel a mix of joy, relief, and an indescribable sense of completeness.

Amidst the warmth of his embrace, you found solace, the anxieties that had plagued your thoughts dissipating like mist in the wind. His presence alone was enough to wash away any doubts or fears that had lingered within you. The weight of the separation was lifted, replaced by a profound sense of belonging.

With both of your heads pressed together, he whispered those three simple words,

"Finally, I found you."

When he said that, all of the anxieties washed away with relief, the feeling of completeness finding each other, the completeness of his warmth. Slowly, you embraced him back. •······•······•

🌸On that day, as you bid farewell, a new chapter in your journey began, even if it meant enduring a year of separation. Despite the physical distance, the connection between you and your feathery soulmate remained strong. Each night, your dreams continued to weave intricate tales of his heroic deeds, revealing a glimpse into his world. Despite being physically apart you both mend that feel of separation through the use of video calls. Both of you would converse and indulge yourselves on random topics, sometimes a discussion filled with longing and wonders. As things go, the distance makes your relationship stronger, giving each other encouragement and support. You love your soulmate and you couldn't wait to see him as you countdown to your surprise reunion.

🌸Keigo just finished his city patrols, flying off into the beautiful sunset. His mind can finally wander about you, with no disturbance from fans and the citizens.

Landing in front of his home, he changes into more comfortable clothes, then proceeds to make himself a cup of coffee and waits for your call. Since both of you live in different countries, the struggle of the time difference is real. By the time Keigo finishes his patrol, you would wake up and prepare for the day, calling your soulmate before going to college and before Keigo would sleep.

Keigo didn't wait long to receive your call. When his phone rang, he picked it up like a giddy child.

"Hey, baby bird, did you have a good sleep?" Keigo's voice came through the crackling audio as he struggled to adjust his camera angle, trying to keep it steady.

"Always an adventure in dreamland," you replied with a playful tone, knowing well the exciting dreams that often filled your nights.

"Oh, by the way, Hawks, I might have a surprise for you, but I still need to verify it by the end of the day," you continued.

Keigo's face lit up with curiosity as he leaned closer to the screen. "Oh, a surprise? You have my attention," he exclaimed, eager for the details.

He fumbled with his phone, almost dropping it in the process. "I really need to get a stand for this thing," he grumbled, frustration evident in his voice.

Chuckling at his phone predicament, you couldn't help but tease him, "It's about time, Hawks. That phone of yours has a mind of its own."

Keigo pouted slightly, but his eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Okay, okay, I'll behave. Tell me about the surprise. I can't handle the suspense," he pleaded.

"Patience, my feathered friend," you replied, a gentle smile playing on your lips. "I just need to finalize some things at the university, and by morning in your time, I'll have all the details ready to share with you."

Keigo's disappointment was palpable, and he couldn't resist trying to extract at least a clue from you. "Come on, just a little hint? I promise not to solve it too quickly," he pleaded, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

You hesitated for a moment, considering his request, before finally giving in to his infectious charm. "Well, alright. I'll give you a clue, maybe a riddle" you said, your voice filled with both reluctance and fondness. " Andddd Let's just say I'll be running a little late on my shift."

A triumphant smile spread across Keigo's face, his excitement evident. "I love a good riddle. Can't wait to unravel this one," he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.

As you ended the call, the anticipation of Keigo's reaction filled your heart. You knew he would eagerly await the riddle, and the thought of his smile and excitement made the surprise all the more worthwhile. With a determined resolve, you set out to finalize the details, knowing that the morning would bring a joyous revelation for both of you. •······•······•

Across borders, my heart shall sway, A country's embrace where love holds sway, Progress this land where our dreams take flight, A passion-filled journey, day and night.

•······•······•

🌸As the night progresses, dreams about his soulmate make themselves known in the subconscious parts of his mindscape, revealing your daily chores throughout the day. Eventually, his dream began to dissolve, indicating that it was time to wake up and get ready for the day. Of course, he didn't forget about the news you gave him once he woke up.

"Hey, my baby bird, how was your day?" Keigo asked, the enticing aroma of freshly heated KFC wafting through the room. You couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that he had already figured out the riddle you had given him earlier. But, out of affection for him, you decided to play along.

"Nah, it was a pretty ordinary day," you replied, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

A grin spread across Keigo's face, that familiar mix of stupid, annoying, cute, and goopy all rolled into one expression. He knew that you knew, but it was all part of the playful banter that defined your relationship.

"I have some exciting news," you announced, drawing out each word to build suspense. "I'm going on vacation. And guess where? In Japan!"

Keigo's eyes widened in anticipation, and you could hear the excitement in his voice as he whispered, "I knew it!"

A giggle escaped your lips as you continued, "And you know what that means? You're in charge of planning our date there, bird boy."

He chuckled, the pride evident in his response. "Oh, trust me, my love. I don't need you to tell me that. I have billions of plans that will make you never want to leave Japan."

You couldn't help but be amused by his confidence, realizing that he had likely been brainstorming ideas ever since he deciphered the riddle. It was just another reminder of how much he cared and how he always went above and beyond to make every moment memorable.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to go there and see," you playfully challenged, knowing that no matter what he planned, it would be an unforgettable experience.

🌸 A week has passed, and eventually, it's time for your flight. During the long flight, you imagined the things you would do with Keigo. You just hope that you won't get in the way of his hero work.

Excitement coursed through every nerve as you couldn't sleep. You imagined the things you would do with Keigo, the moments you would cherish together. You simply wanted time to speed up so you could finally be in front of him. But you calmed down, realizing that you couldn't be impatient at a time like this. You needed to savor the moment.

🌸At last, the plane made a safe landing, and you wasted no time getting to the waiting area, In the midst of your eagerness, a sudden gust of wind stirred behind you, causing a tingle of anticipation to race up your spine. Before you could even turn around, a familiar voice reached your ears.

"It seems like my baby bird couldn't wait to see me, huh?" The voice, filled with affection and playfulness, sent a rush of joy through your being. And there, standing before you, was the person you had been longing for all this time. It wasn't a dream; it was a beautiful reality that would unfold before you.

"Hawks!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your excitement any longer. With a burst of energy, you rushed towards him, his presence magnetic and irresistible. The hug you had yearned for so long finally became a reality as you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

Both of you were lost in your own world, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace, completely forgetting about the public around you.

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🌸Headlines, headlines are everywhere about you and Keigo hugging in the airport. You absolutely despised this situation, and it made you anxious. You should already be accustomed to the feeling of being bullied, but I guess some fears just persist. You felt Keigo lie down beside you, whose real name you only learned after being invited to his home. "Hey, what's wrong?" Keigo noticed your behavior.

You sighed and said, "Nothing." He grumbled, moving closer to comfort you.

"That's not 'nothing.' I can tell something's wrong," he said, stating the obvious.

"It's just the news. Everyone knows that I'm your soulmate, but I can't help being nervous about what they would think of me. A quirkless individual as the soulmate of the famous No. 2 hero Hawks? It's just absurd," you opened up.

He sighed, smiling at you and rubbing your back while hugging you close.

"Babe, the public's perception can't affect our fated connection. Yes, our pairing may be unusual for some, but our love isn't based on quirks and fame. Baby, it's about our connection, our understanding of one another, and our support," he paused, feeling you shift and looking up at him with teary eyes.

"Aw, my sweet baby bird, don't let those thoughts get to you," he said, leaning in gently and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"It's important to focus on our own feelings and make our relationship stronger. I want our relationship to be one of a kind," he paused for a moment.

"Besides, being with you allows me to break free from my monotonous life and experience a new level of excitement. We can go on adventures with endless possibilities!" His eyes showed genuine enthusiasm as he continued.

"We can explore simple joys together and create memories that we can share with our future grandchildren. We can show them the wonders of this world, where not everything is about having the most powerful quirk. New experiences will bring new surprises into our lives," he took a brief pause.

"Being here with you allows me to be myself. I can enjoy moments with you without needing to put up my hero persona. I'm just happy to have you here with me. Finding you, my soulmate, is the best thing that ever happened to me, and nothing can ever take that away."

His words echoed inside your heart, bringing a sense of comfort as you both drifted off to sleep. You found yourselves dreaming about each other until it faded into nothingness as the dawn approached. •······•······•

🌸Your vacation in Japan was quite unique. Not only did the whole world learn about your relationship with Japan's No. 2 hero, bringing shock to your friends and family, but you also had the opportunity to taste all possible chicken recipes known to humanity. Of course, Keigo didn't just feed you chicken throughout your vacation. He wouldn't be good boyfriend material if he didn't know how to plan dates and keep his girl happy.

Being with Keigo always made things interesting. Every moment in his presence became an opportunity for something exciting. Each passing day, both of you indulged in various adventurous activities. Keigo took you to places you had never thought of visiting before, which soon became your favorite spots. Moving from one activity to another, Keigo injected you with his great enthusiasm, encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone. It made you admire Keigo even more, as he had a way of turning ordinary things into extraordinary experiences.

Eventually, the time came for you to part ways. Residing on opposite sides of the world saddened you, as you knew you would be separated again for an unknown period of time.

🌸You heard the alarm from your phone, prompting you to prepare for your flight home. As you tried to release yourself from Keigo's warm embrace, he unexpectedly tightened his hold on you, refusing to let you go. With closed eyes, furrowed brows, and a downward-curved lip, his face displayed a mixture of yearning and sadness.

"Keigo, I have to get ready," you said, attempting to squirm away.

"Please," he implored softly, his voice filled with pleading. "Please, let's just stay like this a little longer." You couldn't deny that you also wanted to prolong these precious moments together, feeling complete in each other's warmth. Letting go of your worries, you allowed yourself to fully enjoy the moment.

"Okay, five minutes," you whispered softly, giving in to his plea. You heard a faint hum indicating his satisfaction as he held you even closer.

"You gonna cry, bird babe?" A playful tease escaped your lips, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. You knew that Keigo loved these moments with you, and he wasn't the type to back down from banter.

"Of course not," he responded with a mock serious tone, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "But," he added, "I'm gonna have buckets of tears flying home." His admitted, earning a loving giggle from you.

with much reluctance you both stood up and prepare the things for your departure,

🌸Standing in front of the airport with Keigo beside you, you held onto his hands, facing him and meeting his gaze. With determination in your eyes, you took a deep breath and spoke. "I'll be back, Hawks," you began, ready to bid your soulmate farewell. But before you could finish, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you with a mix of desperation and longing. His voice quivered as he spoke, a plea dripping with sorrow.

"If you're going to call out to me, please use my name," he whispered, his vulnerability on full display. He didn't want to break down in front of you, but the weight of the upcoming separation was almost unbearable, in a brink that could break him down. In that moment, he needed to hear his name from your lips, to feel the connection between you, tangible and real.

His plea echoed in your heart, and you understood the depth of his request. With a tender resolve, you chose to honor his plea, to acknowledge the significance of his identity in your life.

"I'll be back, Keigo," you finally uttered, tears streaming down your face, unable to hold back the flood of emotions any longer. Each word carried the weight of your love, your unwavering commitment to him. In that moment, you made a promise, to return to him, to reunite into his loving embrace

His eyes glistened with gratitude and a deep sense of longing, mirroring the love that enveloped both of you. He understood the sacrifice you were making, the strength it took to leave, and the vulnerability it entailed to express your emotions so openly.

"I'll wait for you, always," he whispered, his voice laced with determination and a fierce devotion. "No matter how long it takes, I'll be here, waiting for you, with open arms."

“I love you” you whispered “I love you more, nothing could ever destroy us apart” with a bidding goodbye, and an announcement, declaring of the departure, he kissed you on the lips, sealing off the bonds you both shared.

With the final touch you walked away, the echo of his words and the warmth of his kiss resonated within you. Love became your anchor, guiding you through the vast expanse of time and distance until the day you would once again find yourself in his embrace.

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Author's note: I hope that you enjoyed the story, it was hard to balance out college while making a story this long, so this might be the last time I'll be posting a lengthy story. Of course, until I have a lot of free time on my hands again. Have a happy reading!

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HD fic recs : Muggle Life (part 1)

Here are a few recs where either Harry or Draco are living a muggle life. This is part one of three and focuses on shorter fics (up to 30k). Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

An Aching Soul by @writcraft [14k]

I can’t help but wonder if Potter’s really as fine as he claims to be. There’s something strange about seeing the vanilla hero of the wizarding world eye-fucking someone across a crowded bar before slipping off into the shadows

Draco Malfoy escapes to the Muggle world to avoid his parents, memories of the war and Harry Potter. However, some things prove harder to escape than others as Draco realises when his favourite Muggle haunt is rudely invaded by a post-war Harry who is struggling to cope with grief, growing up and the battle with his inner demons.

Be not defeated by the rain by hereticalvision [22k]

Exiled from both Britain and the magical world, Draco Malfoy makes a living by identifying illegal magical artefacts on behalf of the Yakuza in Kyoto. He’s almost put his past behind him when Head Auror Potter shows up in Japan chasing a Celtic relic, and Draco’s life is once again thrown into utter turmoil.

Coins by Inell [5k]

Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

Develop, Stop and Fix by @onbeinganangel [15k]

In his five years in New York City, James Black has earned significant fame as a photographer. In fact, he’s attracted the attention of London curator D. Black. Harry Potter uses a fake name and runs away. In a way, so does Draco Malfoy.

How do these stories connect? It’s quite simple: they’re one and the same.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by blamebrampton [26k]

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.

Exposure by GallaPlacidia [26k]

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

Self prompt: Draco is a camboy. Harry betrays him.

Full by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony [16k]

The door opens and the bell goes ding.

Draco’s eyes immediately fly to the entrance of his bookshop, his heart beating madly in the hope that it’s him.

Hush, darling by @magpiefngrl [23k]

Draco is in trouble. To get out of it he needs to seduce Harry Potter.

In Plain Sight by @pennygalleon [4k]

Harry doesn’t tire of this. It’s a sense of belonging he’d never even dared to dream of having back when he was living with the Dursleys.

So it’s probably too good to be true…

It Takes a Village by Saras_Girl [24k]

Eighth year isn’t exactly going to plan. Harry is definitely not running away, Draco is definitely not impressed, and it’s almost definitely not going to stop raining.

Leave the Past Behind by sesheta_66 [25k]

When Harry is sent undercover to get Draco’s testimony against two suspected Death Eaters, he finds Draco living as a Muggle with no memory of his past. Harry, determined to find out who did this to Draco, finds himself enthralled by the magic of the Isle of Skye and fascinated by the stranger he thought he knew.

Leave Your Field to Flower by @emmagrant01 [12k]

Draco Malfoy is like all the other Survivors of the disaster – except for one called Harry Potter.

Let him lead me to the banquet by @harryromper [16k]

The worst part is Harry’s got no idea why Malfoy keeps sending him invites. He’s never replied to a single one. And if the whole dinner is as exclusive and sought-after as the Prophet keeps breathlessly reporting, then presumably the only reason Malfoy wants him there is in his capacity as the Chosen One. So, really, he can fuck right off. Harry doesn’t care about Draco Malfoy’s redemption tour. And he’s certainly not going to help him with it.

Lift Your Open Hand by @firethesound [18k]

With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.

Look For Me In The Sun by @wolfpants [8k]

Harry and Draco are on the run in America after a mysterious string of werewolf-like attacks in the Muggle community causes the Ministry to impose new and harsh anti-werewolf legislation. Giant trees, crashing waves, seedy motel rooms, and the long and winding coastal road awaits them, but will they ever be able to go back home?

Magic Tricks by talithan [5k]

When Draco agreed to accompany his flatmate to a Muggle magic show, he did not expect Harry Potter to be the magician onstage. Since then, nothing has gone according to plan.

Moneymaker by @dictacontrion [16k]

As a top trader, Draco has power and money, suits and cars, houses and good champagne - everything a person could want. So when Auror Potter comes looking for help, Draco can’t think of anything that might persuade him to lend a hand.

Well…maybe one thing.

Nine Days in Coventry by @sitaz [16k]

When a de-aged Draco Malfoy is discovered in Knockturn Alley, the Ministry appoints Family Liaison Officer Potter as his emergency guardian. Whisked away to a Muggle safehouse, Draco does not cope well, and Harry learns just how hard life can be when a five-year-old declares war on you.

Nobody’s Ever Died Of A Broken Heart by Frayach [10k]

Harry staggers under a burden of grief, trying both to remember and to forget

Normal Is the Watchword by lamerezouille [29k]

This story is about love and family and yes, maybe it’s not supposed to be about Jamie exactly, but Draco and Harry are very stubborn and Jamie’s just a kid, you can’t expect him to completely extract himself from a story he’s actually living, right?

Qui Vivra Verra by camomiletea [22k]

“It’s just- It’s a bit funny is all. Draco Malfoy working in a coffee shop.”

“Patisserie,” Malfoy corrected.

The one where Harry is a sad tourist and Draco feeds him croissants.

Reading Malfoy by @femmequixotic [15k]

After thirteen years of hiding himself away in Muggle London, Draco Malfoy shows up again in the wizarding world–with a wickedly amusing memoir in hand. Harry doesn’t want to read it. Really. He doesn’t.

Rich Friend by iota [18k]

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Sourdough by academicdisaster [17k]

Draco writes romance novels and doesn’t leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

Trust In A Broken Thing by SqueekaCuomo [23k]

If the ring was broken, that could only mean one thing… Harry Potter was dead.

Twelfth Night, or Harry Potter Is A No-Good Tosser by lotus_lizzy [8k]

There is only one thing a 13-year-old can do to protect his father, and that’s to sneak, snoop, and bury my nose into things where it most certainly does not belong. But Harry Potter is up to no good, and with my father’s probation almost at an end, I have to make sure Mr Potter doesn’t ruin it. It would help if my dad would stop giving me so many chores, though.

Twelve Hours by @eidheann [14k]

The last thing Harry expected to see while leaving the takeaway was Malfoy dumping his garbage into a bin on the kerb of a Muggle neighborhood.

The Weight of a Wanting Heart by @femmequixotic [11k]

After nearly two decades hidden away in the Wiltshire countryside, Draco Malfoy’s surprised to see a familiar face come into his local.

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by @femmequixotic [22k]

A drag fairytale of New York in which Draco wears red lipstick and Potter can’t get enough.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

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How we got into inchident p.7

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: SMUT, rough harsh sex, angst, dom charles, fighting words: 4K note: oh well, idk what happened to me with the ending, but enjoy, charles is very dominating, protective and doesn't take a No as an answer

I was very scared of this day. I didn't like this circuit. So many bad stuff happened there and I don't trust the guys there who take care of this place. Haha take care.. Like per ejemplo what happened last season to Pierre here. It was soo dangerous. And I was really afraid of Charles. He was looking at me sadly all day because he felt that I am nervous. I kissed him right before he went racing. The weather was good, but still. It can change in any minute.

Ferrari aren't the strongest now so nothing spectacular for Charles as well. 5th place for him. There is obviously celebration for the top three guys, and I am happy for them. I'm glad that nothing happened to anyone. In the evening is clubbing, just typical celebration stuff. Charles told me we should go, especially me, to let myself loose a little bit and have fun. ‘’I'm just glad you came back home. And Arthur as well.’’ I said with a sad tone. Charles just exhaled and cupped my face. ‘’Y/N, everything is fine.’’ I slightly nodded. ‘’Why do you worry so much anyway. It's not like...someone died to you here.’’ I just looked up. To him. In the eyes. Thinking that he is just having the weakest moment right now for saying such a thing. I was hurt. He knew what he did, because he slowly started to title his head wanting to add something but I snapped his hands off my face. ‘’Cherie, I didn't mean it like that.’’ ‘’You meant it exactly how you said it.’’ I said sharply. I turned around and walked away from him. When I got to our room, I just packed the little things I've had and went to rent for myself another room for the last night here in Japan. On my way out I met Charles, obviously he was clever enough to know what my next move would be. He was standing between the doors. I just waited in front of him for some time. Not looking at him at all. And when he wanted to say something again, I just pushed him off the door frame and went down to the elevator. ‘’Y/N, please don't do this. Stop baby.’’ I just chuckled by that comment. The doors to the elevator opened and I touched the button to reception. Still by not looking at the sight of him.

When I was unpacking I noticed the reflection of the necklace I'm wearing around my neck when I passed the mirror in the room. It doesn't feel right to wear it now with how he disrespected me. So I inhaled deeply and sharply, and took it off. When I was looking at my clothes, I came up with a thought that perhaps I could go shopping. Looking for something nice to wear tonight. It's not like I talk to only Charles there. I have my friends as well. In the paddock, few girls from Mercedes as well. I'm gonna be with them. We have already agreed where to meet. For my outfit I chose emerald green straps dress with bare back to mid thigh length.

‘’Giirlll, you look gorgeous.’’ ‘’Thanks Patricia. This color suits you as well! Where are others?’’ ‘’They are already inside. It occurred to them that it would be good to find free seats before the place fills up.’’ ‘’Oh yes, clever minds haha.’’ I was chatting to Patricia and laughing effortlessly while going in. The evening was getting nice. Not seeing Charles or Carlos, so my attention was full on my friends around me. We drank a little bit. And danced. But then, DJ switched and they've put some real bangers on. So I got up, slightly overdosed by the alcohol and went for dancing. I was losing focus of my surrounding and felt hands on my hips. ‘’Enjoying yourself?’’ ‘’Ugh, fuck off.’’ ‘’Oh no, don't talk to me like that.’’ ‘’Ricciardo for real, get your hands off of me.’’ He pushed me more onto his body and swayed to the beat with me. I was getting desperate. So I started screaming. ‘’Hey, fuck off mate.’’ ‘’Who do you call mate?’’ Daniel pushed me off of him and now was focusing on this random guy that approached. I don't know what has gotten into me but oh well. ‘’Hey Daniel!’’ He turned to me. And I punched him. Real hard. It hurt like hell but the response from him was worth the pain. ‘’Touch me again and I will bite your balls off.’’ I said, turning around and going anywhere but here. ‘’Hey!’’ I turned around. It was this man who kinda saved me. ‘’Hi.’’ I said. I wasn't really in my best mood right now. ‘’That was nice! What a prick. You know him?’’ ‘’Yeah. I work at F1, in paddocks you know. And so he is F1 racing driver, so. It makes sense now for you.’’ ‘’I see.’’ I slowly started to turn around but then he spoke again. ‘’You know. I'd like to know you more. You are cool. With what you've put up on earlier. But I get it, If you're afraid.’’ I turned around quickly. ‘’Afraid?’’ I asked amused. ‘’You know-’’ he was scratching his neck. ‘’With what happened, I totally get it you wouldn't trust a complete stranger.’’ ‘’Well, you basically helped me with the situation, so I don't think you're some creep.’’ He just chuckled. ‘’I'd love to go actually, just don't mind my mood for the next few minutes.’’ I laughed.

He was actually nice, and good looking. So I got back with him. To the bar. We chatted for a little bit. It was very pleasant. But then I saw someone familiar in my sight. It was Daniel. Again. But he looked horrible. SO much blood on his face, looking like he was fighting with someone. The guy with whom I've been with recognized I'm looking somewhere else for a longer time now, so he turned around as well. ‘’Holy fuck, what happened to him.’’ ‘’I don't know. Perhaps he was harassing another woman and finally someone put him in the place.’’ ‘’That someone gotta be me.’’ And there he was. He was standing behind me. ‘’Thanks for keeping my girlfriend a company while I was dealing with that prick.’’ The guy was shocked. And me as well. ‘’I'm not your fucking girlfriend.’’ Oh well, I was swearing. Perfect. The alcohol is the worst when being mad at someone. The other guy put his hands in the air like a sign he is giving up and said goodbye to me with his eyes widened. But then I saw it as well. Charles's hands were covered in blood. Hair scattered as if did some intense workout. He looked kinda intimidating as well. Not to me though. So I just got back to my drink. ‘’You're not wearing my color.’’ ‘’Hmm’’ ‘’And not even my necklace I gave you.’’ ‘’Yes Charles, and I'm not even surprised.’’ I said to him, looking in the eyes and just started to walk away. He grabbed me by my arm and stopped me. ‘’You're not walking away from me.’’ he hissed at me. I looked at him and saw flames shooting out of his eyes. I actually got scared. Not that he would hurt me. But to not test his limits. But anyway, I remembered what happened and oh well. ‘’Yeah, I guess I'm gonna disrespect you the same way as you did me.’’ ‘’Cherie, you didn't even let me talk. I know it sounded horrible.’’ ‘’I don't care. It hurt me enough already, so goodbye.’’ I wanted to push past him, but he pushed me back. ‘’Fucking stop it, you act exactly like Daniel! I'm not a toy to be pushed around!’’ I yelled at him. The look in his eyes became softer. ‘’You are my girlfriend Y/N.’’ ‘’The f I'm not. You've never asked me.’’ ‘’What the actual???? It is OBVIOUS when I start to sleep with you I'm dating you as well.’’ ‘’No??, it's not that obvious.’’ ‘’WHAT the actual -………….you wanna tell me you slept with some other guys then??’’ ‘’What???’’ ‘’Fucking tell me Y/N and I'm gonna go and smack their faces with my rings.’’ ‘’Jesus Christ stop this nonsense.’’ ‘’Nonsense??? Do you think it's a nonsense for me????? For you to fuck around with others?’’ ‘’Yes it is a fucking nonsense and you should know better by the way you made a nonsense of my care and love for you!’’ I yelled at him back and there was a moment of silence. ‘’I said, I'm very sorry. I was unhappy with how sad you were. I thought it is my fault. And I was just so mad at myself at some point that it ended up me being mean to you. Actually not even mean but heartless. I said something very disgusting but it doesn't mean I don't care about you.’’ ‘’You should have validated my feelings like normal people do. I genuinely liked you and your brother. And I was actually afraid for everyone. But especially for you since the...’’ I stopped. And then continued. ‘’You think I've never experienced loss? Why did you had to put it in a position for us to compare who've experienced a bigger loss. You think I cannot understand it at my level of empathy and intellect?? You think I don't have anything to compare it to??’’ I said to him with teary eyes. He then spoke to me softly. ‘’I know mon amour. I'm so mad at myself for behaving like a prick. I highly despise myself for that. And you're right. I should have never let the comparison go between us.’’ I just inhaled and exhaled. Standing there. ‘’Come with me back to our room mon amour.’’ I shake my head. ‘’No. It's nice I guess that we talked it through but I don't feel comfortable with you.’’ He looked at me sad, kinda with a disbelief as well. Slowly letting me go. ‘’Ok, I'm not gonna force you.’’ He let me go completely. I turned around and walked away.

I was standing outside after calling a cab. ‘’Wait!’’ I turned around just to see him again. He ran to me. I was standing in the cold with my arms around my body. ‘’Here, take my jacket.’’ I exhaled a little bit deciding if I should or should not. Then I just nodded and put it over my shoulders. When I had the courage to look at him, he was smiling a little bit. I smiled a little bit as well. Ah, this fucker. What is he doing. Then he came closer and kissed me. It was fast. I didn't even have a chance to react. All of a sudden I was pushed back, I fell on the seats in a taxi and Charles told the taxi driver the address. He clipped me and I finally had the space to look at him. ‘’What the fuck Charles.’’ ‘’Stop swearing or I'm gonna make you regret it.’’ My eyebrows went immediately higher at his boldness. At the same time he put his hand on my thigh. I just exhaled, knowing that right now there is nothing else to do. ‘’What happened to Daniel.’’ He returned the gaze to me. ‘’Well. I was watching you, obviously. The whole night. It was horrible to see you there. Not beside me. Not wearing my dress which I bought you and then seeing you're not even wearing my necklace- you have some serious commitment issues.’’ ‘’What? I don't.’’ ‘’Do you wanna know what happened to him or not?’’ He asked me roughly. Damn he is really pissed tonight. I just nodded, being silent for this time. ‘’When I saw Daniel again, I was so ready to go down, but then it all happened very quickly and everyone from my crew saw how you punched him. I was very proud of you in that moment. But I knew I have to do something about this. If you don't want me to be by your side, then all that's left is to take care of things behind your back and try to protect you like that. So I followed Daniel. And paid him a lesson.’’ I just nodded silently. Not actually having the capacity to talk about it more.

‘’Have you slept with anyone?’’ I turned my head around to meet his gaze. He suddenly looked like a lost puppy. ‘’No.’’ He turned his gaze back to the front. ‘’That's good.-’’ and squeezed my thigh more. ‘’-But seriously though, you have some serious commitment issues.’’ ‘’I DO NOT.’’ I snapped back. ‘’You do. You thought we're not dating.’’ ‘’Well you didn't ask me properly. ‘’But I've told you properly. Right after I ate you out.’’ The taxi driver just gulped. ‘’Jesus Christ Charles, don't say it that loud.’’ ‘’Stop bossing me around.’’ ‘’I'm not but clearly the taxi driver is uncomfortable by this.’’ ‘’Well I think that he had worse passengers. So I don't care.’’ A little bit of silence between us. ‘’Anyway, no.’’ ‘’What No?’’ he looked at me. ‘’Y/N, you really thought that I'm taking you to this gala like what- my escort??? Like no I'm not gonna even try to acknowledge that. I don't even wanna believe it.’’ ‘’No, not like an escort.But-’’ ‘’But what?? Like a good fuck?’’ I looked away. ‘’Jesus Y/N, smetilla stop it. Everyone in the crew knows how serious I am about you yet you are clearly the only one who doesn't get it.’’ ‘’Don't be mean to me.’’ I said to him and wanted to cry. Because he was right. What was I thinking we doing?? ‘’Mon amour, you're crying?’’ ‘’No.’’ I sobbed. ‘’Tell me.’’ I turned around again. ‘’You're right. I don't know what I was thinking!’’ Charles pinned my skin on my left arm and then was rubbing it. ‘’C'mon Cherie. Tell me what it was really about?’’ I looked into his eyes. ‘’I don't know.’’ I looked away. ‘’I guess, when I am in a relationship, I have high expectations and standards you know. And I liked us way to much for it to end. Because you cannot make me happy and meet my needs.’’ ‘’Y/N, have I ever made you feel that way?’’ he sighed. ‘’Well, you left me at the gala.’’ ‘’I know, but I know better now. Trust me, I had to greet those people.’’ ‘’But that is what I'm talking about. I don't want to be put in a position where there is something between us.’’ He exhaled. ‘’I know mon amour. I know better. I get it. It was an experience to learn from. And I take it as a lesson learnt.’’ ‘’Yeah, I just hope- that I'm still gonna be happy with this lessons and the amount of them.’’ ‘’Soooo, you're telling me you don't trust me?’’ ‘’I'm telling you I'm afraid. It has nothing to do with you.’’ ‘’Don't be afraid. I am the perfect man for you. To take care of you. But I'm still a human. And sometimes I do something dumb.’’ ‘’I know. I do it as well. I just..- As I said. High standards.’’ He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on my temple.

When we arrived to the hotel, he grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. Automatically pressing the button to his floor. I just sighed from this whole situation. It was so immature. The door opened and we went straight to his room. ‘’Your key.’’ ‘’What?’’ ‘’Give me your key to your room.’’ I just stayed quiet for some time. ‘’Don't-let me-say it-again.’’ He told me with this intense gaze, burning me with his stare, looking at me under his eyelashes. I just nodded and gulped. Handing him my key. ‘’Stay there, till I get back.’’ The door shut after him and I stood there like a pussy not knowing what to do. So I chose to take a look around, even though I slept in this room the night before. The the doors opened and Charles had every thing of mine with him and put it on the couch. The he returned to me. ‘’Take the dress off.’’ I got surprised. ‘’What?’’ ‘’I SAID TAKE IT OFF!’’ I jumped on the place a little bit. Startled by his behavior. I sobbed a little and took my straps off my shoulders. The rest of the dress fell down. The he walked to me. ‘’Now I'm gonna put this thing that belongs to you right back on your neck. And you will leave it there. I promise I will prepare some nice date for us, so we can make it official for you, alright?’’ I just nodded, still looking down. ‘’Now, Y/N, I'm gonna clean you. Hop in the shower. I'm gonna be there in a minute.’’ So I did as he said. Not really thinking it through about what I'm doing, if it is right to be treated like this. I just wasn't thinking, not being conscious of that.

Immediately I've had Charles behind my back, naked and hard. I shivered a little bit at his touch. ‘’I'm sorry Mon Ange, but it is really not my fault that you turn me on. Your body is so perfect. Like it is made for me.’’ I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut. He let the water fall on our bodies. It was very cold at first, so I backed off immediately into his back. Feeling him even more. He just chuckled. Cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I moaned the right second he did that. Hovering his head over my left shoulder, watching how he is playing with me. ‘’You're so perfect Cherie.’’ I closed my eyes and bit my lip. The he grabbed my arm and sprung me around. I shot him a surprised look with my eyes wide open. ‘’Close your mouth or I'm gonna put my dick inside.’’ I shut my mouth. Then he grabbed some of his stuff to clean me. Rubbing my body gently. I got lost into his touch. And after some time I've heard. ‘’You're so wet already mon amour. You have yourself all of your thighs.’’ I opened my eyes and I felt embarrassed. He smirked at me. Focusing now on my hair.

After the shower he used air dryer on my hair. Then we got back to our room. I stood there in the middle of the room, watching him what he's doing. He went to his suitcase and searched for something. Then he took it out. A belt. I gulped. ‘’Don't look so surprised mon amour. I've told you I'm gonna punish you.’’ ‘’For what?!’’ I asked scarily. Seeing him how he is walking towards me. ‘’For you comparing yourself to other women, do you remember? Right after I ate you out. Then for not wearing that dress I bought you and not wearing that necklace. And on top of that, you thinking we're not dating.’’ I think I stopped breathing. ‘’So now-’’ he sat back on the bed. ‘’Come here, to your papa.’’ I gulped again, and walked slowly towards him. ‘’Can you count in french?’’ I looked into his eyes abruptly, feeling how teary they are getting and nodding at the same time. ‘’Good, baby girl.’’ He smirked and tapped on his legs. I positioned myself on him and waited. ‘’Actually I have other things to add. You storming out of here like a little pussy you were and swearing at me.’’ At this time I wanted to protest but he hit me with his belt. I yelled. ‘’Shhh-shhh, mon amour. Don't be loud.’’ He rubbed my ass a little bit. ‘’I didn't hear you count. That is another three spanks for disobeying my instructions.’’ I cried out. ‘’No, Charles, please.’’ ‘’Do you want another three?’’ ‘’NO!’’ I sobbed even harder. ‘’Un-’’, '-'Deux’’, ‘’Trois-’’ I said with a high pitched voice. It hurt like hell. I was crying and shivering. He had to put his other hand around my hips to keep me in place. ‘’Quatre-Cinq-Six’’ I let out with my cry. ‘’And now, for disobeying me.’’ Another three hard smacks on my ass. I stopped even feeling it.

‘’What a good girl you are. Now tell me Cherie, what have you learnt?’’ I sobbed. Saying quietly. ‘’To not to compare myself to others, to listen to you, to wear what you bought me, wear your necklace-’’ ‘’Not my necklace, it is yours.’’ ‘’-My necklace, not to swear at you and not to disobey you.’’ ‘’Good girl, you have a good memory.’’ He chuckled and kissed my back and turned me around. Grabbing me into his arms and putting me on the bed. ‘’And now, for you flirting with this guy.’’ ‘’What? I was-’’ ‘’Shut up, Y/N.’’ I shut my mouth. ‘’Well, clearly you thought we're not dating-’’ he laughed. ‘’But still, right now I'm gonna fuck you so painfully you will reconsider in the future to let other men hit on you.’’ So he grabbed me by my ankles and sprung me around. Now me laying on my stomach. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up. In no time he put himself inside of me. My body immediately reacted to it as trying to get away from him fast but he was faster, pinning me back to him as close as possible with his hands on my hips. I cried out, again. It hurt as hell. He was so big and thick yet I was so small and tight. I thought I'm gonna be ripped apart. I've heard him panting, putting even more force into his thrusts. Then he grabbed on of my leg, leaving it in the air. So he got even deeper. And I gasped for air, which I couldn't inhale. And just as he knew about my thoughts, he grabbed me with his second hand on my hip by my throat so I was extremely put up in this position with less space to breath. ‘’Your teary eyes do something to me Mon Amour.’’ I felt how my tears are falling on my cheeks. ‘’Take your leg and swaddle it around my back.’’ I did as he said. Trying to hold my leg back around his lower back area. Then with his free hand he found my clit and started to rub my clit, fast and harsh. I moaned more, with pleasure and pain. I was crying out loud. ‘’Tell me- Who is your boyfriend.’’ ‘’YOU, Charles.’’ ‘’Who do you belong to?’’ ‘’You, Charles. Just You!-’’ ‘’-Please, Charles.’’ I sobbed and cried out. He put a faster pace and I felt myself coming. All of a sudden, he stopped. And let himself free. I yelled desperately, crying to the sheets under me. ‘’Bad girls don't get to come.’’ He sprung me around once again so my mouth met his cock.

‘’Now you're gonna swallow like a whore you are.’’ He didn't hesitate to wait for any of my reaction on that and put his dick inside of my mouth. I wasn't even doing anything, he just fucked my face. And let himself cum. It was a big load. I felt it how it is leaking out of my nose as well. But still trying to swallow as much as I could. He looked at me, seeing how horrible I look. He went for his jeans. After that, I saw how he is opening his phone and it looked like he wants to take a photo of me. ‘’Lay down.’’ And I did. I was so fucked out I just did what he said. ‘’I'm gonna take a photo of you. So you can see how you look after this. Maybe thanks to this you will remember that whenever you're gonna think less of you, this is how it ends and looks.’’ I just sobbed. ‘’Now, I'm gonna take care of you.’’ He grabbed me and took me into bathroom. Cleaning my face, my legs. Being gentle with me. ‘’Charles, I'm sorry.’’ ‘’Pst, Cherie. It is fine now.’’ He took me back into bed and put me on top of himself. Hugging me around my back and leg that was laying on his stomach. ‘’It is fine baby girl. I love you. And I hate when I see how you think of yourself sometimes. I don't want to see it again. Ever.’’ I just nodded. ‘’Now, I'm gonna tell you one of my favorite stories, to which I've always liked to listen as a kid. So go ahead, you have to be exhausted. Sleep tight baby girl.’’

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