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prettiestdolliestgirl · 3 months

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Overwhelming ecstasy

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

tags: 18+, soft dom!mike schmidt, sub!reader, loss of virginity, slight age gap (reader is 24 and mike is 27), masturbation, grinding, size difference, piv, creampie, kind of wholesome(?), aftercare

synopsis: you’ve been dating Mike for a couple of weeks now after being friends for years, you haven’t had sex yet but tonight Abby is sleeping over at a friend’s house and you and Mike are finally going to have some time alone.

-> inspired by the song jupiter by flower face

the three of you are standing on the porch of Mike and Abby’s house, hugging the little girl as her friend’s mother is waiting for her to get in the car.

“you can call if you need anything okay? shelly’s mom has my number, you can ask to call me anytime and i’ll come pick you up whenever you want” Mike tells his little sister, kneeling in front of her to hug her.

“i know! can i go now?” Abby says as she tries to pull away from her older brother’s hug, eager to leave and have fun with her new friends.

“yeah of course…” Mike answers.

as Abby lets go of her brother’s embrace, she turns to you and hugs you tightly. you hug her back and can’t help but feel grateful to have both her and Mike in your life. you met Mike as a little girl, both your parents and his were really good friends, and both of your families used to have weekly dinners and go on trips together. of course, that was before the incident with Garret. you’ve always been extremely close to him, helping him as much as you could throughout all of his hardships. you always knew there was something more, even when you were just a little girl, you knew Mike was the one for you. for years, you were pining in secret, desperately hoping one day he would notice that your feelings were more than platonic. miraculously that day happened, two weeks ago, you promised Abby to sleep over and watch movies with her. you told Mike to get some rest while he could as you took care of Abby the whole night. you both had a lot of fun and even though Mike was in his room trying to sleep, he couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your giggles echoing throughout the house. when he woke up the next day, he knew he wanted to be with you, he never felt that way about anyone before.

in the morning the day after you and Abby’s girl’s night, Mike made the first move. you both bantered as usual but you felt a strong tension that was not there before, that’s when he kissed you for the first time as you were making Abby’s breakfast. you were extremely surprised, after years of desperate devotion to Mike, you had started to lose hope that things could escalate further between the two of you. but they miraculously did and even though you were itching to ask what might have made him suddenly express his attraction to you, you preferred to stay quiet so as not to ruin the moment.

tonight would be the first night you ever spent alone in the house together. as Abby is approaching her friend’s mom’s car you both wave, “have fun Abbs! and don’t forget you can call whenever!” Mike yells out as she is now already in the car. the mother inside the car waves as she leaves their driveway. mike is pretty anxious to let Abby sleep over at someone else’s house. he is extremely protective over his little sister which is linked to his little brother’s disappearance but Mike talked to Shelly’s mom enough times to feel like Abby will be safe and well taken care of there.

mike lets out a big sigh as the car is now out of sight and looks back at you. “just us” he says with a slight smirk.

“just us” you repeat with a soft smile.

the both of you go back inside of the house and you decide to get yourself a glass of water. you can’t help but apprehend tonight, you knew things would probably escalate and get intimate between you and Mike but the thing is you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. despite being 23, you never really felt that kind of attraction for anyone, well anyone other than Mike. men often try to get their way with you when you go out to bars or clubs with friends but you never felt an attraction strong enough to actually go through with it. you’ve kissed a guy in high school but that’s about it, you never really understood how to touch yourself properly either so you never had an orgasm before. you often talk about it to your friends and honestly feel like you’re missing out. despite your inexperience, you still want to try your best and make Mike feel good, he works so hard, he is under so much stress, you want nothing more but to help him relax. Mike had that energy, he had something that made you feel protected as if he was in control of everything happening around you, and sometimes you imagine what it would be like for him to control you.

you’re sitting on the couch watching a TV show, not really paying attention to it, instead, you’re thinking about what might finally happen tonight.

you stayed up late at night ever since you hit puberty, thinking about Mike and his calloused hands, his beautiful brown eyes, and his husky voice keeping you up at ungodly hours, just fantasizing about finally getting close to him.

as your college is close to Abby and Mike’s, you have been spending a lot of time with them lately and your dreams about him have become more and more frequent. just thinking about it was making your cheeks all shades of pink. you turn your head to see Mike watching the TV, slouching on the couch, his hands resting on his stomach. you’ve always been attracted to him, but something about him tonight was driving you insane, maybe it was the way his black sweatshirt hugged his broad shoulders or the simple look of his relaxed body but whatever it was, it was making you feel helpless.

you look at Mike sitting next to you and speak up “I think i’m going to take a shower, is that okay with you?” you ask him. “yeah yeah no problem” he says looking back at you, not noticing your flustered expression and the slight red tint on your cheeks.

you got up and got your night dress from your bag and the underwear you had meticulously prepared two days ahead. for your first night together, you opted for a white ruffle nightgown with lace details and a small baby pink bow sitting on its low-cut neckline. your set of underwear also matched your nightgown and it made you feel pretty and comfortable.

you kiss him on the top of his head and proceed to head to the bathroom to take a shower in a desperate attempt to cool yourself off. you undress slowly and get in the shower, the warm water hitting your skin. you get soap everywhere on your body and begin to clean yourself up but can’t help feeling aroused at the thought of your hands being Mike’s, cleaning every part of your body. slowly and hesitantly, your hands travel down to your lips. As you slowly caress the slit, you move your fingers closer and closer to your clit. you begin to feel nice but as always, you’re blocked, you can’t seem to know your body well enough and can’t seem to ever get to your climax. after a while, you get quite frustrated so you turn off the water and decide to get changed. you slip in your underwear and then in your short nightgown, your breasts slightly spilling out of it.

you head back into the living room and find Mike in the same slouched position as you left him. he turns his head to you and you see his gaze slightly change. ever since you moved near his house for college and you’ve been spending more time around at the house that time spent together helped Mike slowly realize that he had feelings for you that went further than a simple platonic bond.

whenever you laughed or played with Abby, he could feel his heart melt. but as he grew up with you, he never really saw you in a sexual light, he knew he was extremely attracted to you but he never really thought of you that way, except since you had started dating. mike felt a bit awkward about it and you two never really talked about it before so when you hugged him a bit tighter than usual and he felt your breasts pressed against his chest, Mike couldn’t help but excuse himself to release the pressure it had caused in the bathroom.

you and Mike never really talked about having sex or sex as a whole, but both of you somehow knew it was going to happen tonight.

you feel your cheeks getting really warm as you feel his intense glare on your body. you sit back on the couch, right next to him and an awkward silence fills the room for what feels like 5 whole minutes. suddenly, you suggest “we could watch a horror movie?” locking eyes with him.

“yeah that would be really fun” he says, followed by an attempt to clear his voice.

you chose the Blair Witch Project as neither of you had seen it before. Mike gets two beers from the fridge and you get blankets to snuggle on the couch. you switch off all the lights and sit next to each other as the movie starts. you love horror movies, you always did but that didn’t exempt you from getting scared when watching them. the lack of light in the room and the loud volume of the television made it impossible not to jump at every single jump-scare. Mike sensed that you were getting quite scared so he placed his hand on your thigh, showing you that he was there and that everything was okay. a jump scare had you by surprise and made you, almost instinctively move closer to Mike’s side. Mike then offers to move even closer “come over here” he says in a soft voice as he helps your body to his lap. you sit on his lap, your head sitting on his shoulder, his chest facing your back.

Mike is holding your body as you are both watching the film, as you get scared you bury your head in his neck until whatever’s scaring you on the screen is gone. another jump-scare makes your whole body twitch but as you do so, you proceed to get higher on Mike’s lap, now sitting directly on his crotch. as your nightgown is pretty short, his jeans are in direct contact with your underwear but you are so caught up with the movie that you fail to notice it. Mike on the other hand couldn’t think about anything else. slowly he felt a bulge growing in his jeans. he didn’t know what to do and the fact that you kept moving around wasn’t helping his case. the movie was close to its end, but Mike don’t think he could wait until then.

slowly and with care, Mike tries to move his hips in a desperate try to hide his bulge from you. it doesn’t, actually it does the exact contrary as his sudden movement snaps you out of the movie’s tension to another tension, the one growing inside of Mike’s jeans. you feel extremely flustered as all of a sudden you catch Mike’s move as one to make you notice his bulge instead of him trying to hide it from you so you decide to be brave. you sat up on his lap, pretending to be particularly intrigued about the end of the movie, and began to gently grind on his lap. you feel his bulge getting bigger under the weight of your body. Mike calls out your name softly, and you look back at him. he gestures to you to move your body to face him and so you do.

you’re now facing him and you smile looking at his face which is only softly illuminated by the television. the movie is now ending and the credits are starting to roll but neither of you move. mike pulls you in for a kiss and you reciprocate, as you do, you can feel Mike melting into the kiss.

his bulge is twitching as you slowly go back to grinding against it. you can’t help but comment at the size of it “what the hell” you murmur almost talking to yourself. mike slowly chuckles at your comment and asks you “do you want to see it?” with a slight smirk. you nod shyly while looking away from him, feeling quite embarrassed. you had no idea of what you were supposed to do or say as you’ve never been intimate with anyone before. you get off his lap and Mike gets up, turns on a small light, and turns off the TV. your eyes follow his every move while you are still sitting on the couch. he sits back next to you and asks you “do you really want to do this?”. you nod again but mike objects “speak up.”

“i… i want to see it mike.” you say shyly followed by a loud gulp. “good girl” answers mike.

mike gets up again, and stands in front of you. he takes a long time to unbuckle his belt, your eyes are glued to his big calloused hands as they’re removing his jeans’ button. as you see him go for the zipper you quickly stop him by grabbing his wrists. you look up at him through your eyelashes and bring your face closer to his bulge, you then start to take the zipper in your mouth and meticulously bring it down. mike slightly chuckles as he finds you trying to take the lead quite endearing.

mike lets his jeans down leaving him in nothing but his boxers. you’re now face to face with his erect member, you have never seen one in real life before and you can’t help but feel impressed.

you look at it, motionless for a couple of seconds before finally caving in, bringing your fingers to mike’s bulge. you touch it hesitantly, tracing its length with a soft touch. mike winces “f-fuck”, you can feel him twitch under your fingers. you don’t know how to interpret his grimace, “did i do something bad? i’m sorry i just really wanted to feel it, i should’ve asked…” you say looking up at him, quickly removing your hands from his body. Mike catches your wrist and pulls your hand back on his crotch “please, don’t stop”.

you obey and draw circular motions on his tip. you look up to see Mike’s eyes rolling from pleasure, this motivates you to be bold. you bring your face closer to his still-clothed bulge and timidly start to kiss and suckle the fabric of his boxers.

Mike needs more but he wants to treasure every single second he has. as he looks down at you, he can’t help but let out a groan of pleasure at the sight. his eyes wandered lower from your face to your breasts. he can’t help but think about the amount of times he grew semi-hard just at the thought of them. your nightgown’s low-cut neckline left little to the imagination, your breasts spilling out of it. he gently cupped your face with his hands and kneeled to be face to face with you, you looked at him with a confused look for a second but he quickly pulled you in for a kiss. the kiss was sloppy and needy, he pulled away and traveled down to your neck, suckling and biting your skin. he stopped to take in the scenery before burying his face between your breasts, kissing and cupping both of them with his hands as he performed circular motions on your nipples with his thumbs through your nightgown. you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, bucking your hips for any friction.

mike sees how desperate you’re getting and decides to help you out. he steadily removes your nightgown from your body, reviling your matching underwear set “you had it all planned didn’t you?” he says with a slight smirk forming on his face. you can’t even say anything back as all you can manage to word is incoherent babbling mixed with moans. mike then proceeds to sit next to you and tugs your body on top his his. as you’re sitting on his lap, you hurriedly move your hips up and down, grinding sloppily on his clothed member, trying hard to feel him through your panties. “mike… mike this feels… feels so good” you sound like a mess, moaning and panting while trying to form half a sentence. mike puts his hands on your hips, guiding you as you grind on his throbbing member. « fuck baby if you keep going like this I might come in my boxers » Mike remarks as he groans loudly.

“Mike, I am ready, I want to feel you” as soon as the words left your mouth, Mike freed his cock from his boxers, ready to do just what you asked him to. you let out a small gasp at the view of his girthy member, this turned Mike on even more which he didn’t believe could be possible. Mike helps you remove your panties and you can’t help but feel embarrassed as you are soaking wet. Mike loves it, as you were trying to hide your face with your hands. he gently pulled your hands away « be good for me, let me see your pretty face as I make you cum ».

Mike glides on his hands and guided it to your cunt, the sound you make as his fingers find your clit are almost pornographic. when Mike pulled his hand away you cried out from frustration, he guided his fingers to your mouth “now lick it.” he ordered. you obeyed and tasted yourself while he watched with an intense glare. as you were done scrupulously licking every drop of your liquid on his fingers Mike asked you “are ready for me baby?”. you nod vigorously. he teased you by brushing his tip against your clit which made your body jolt in pleasure. « tell me if it hurts alright? » he says as he knows it is your very first time, you look up at him and kiss him as a way to tell him to keep going. he finally gave his first thrust, his cock stretching you for the very first time. it felt really weird at first but after a few thrusts, you started to get acquainted with the feeling and getting more and more into it. « baby… you’re so tight, feels so fucking good » Mike vocalizes his pleasure as you’re loudly moaning, getting closer and closer to your climax « Mike I’m going to… I need to… ». he suddenly speeds up his pace, until you both came in unison.

you pull away from him and sit next to him, still panting « I’ve never felt anything like this before ».

« neither did i » he echos as he turns to face you, looking at you lovingly. he gets up and gets you one of his t-shirts to put on and gets you a glass of water. « you did so well baby » he murmurs as he kisses your forehead and places the glass of water on the coffee table in front of the couch.

A/N: aaah okay this was my very first fanfic and I was extremely nervous to post this but I have been obsessed with Josh Hutcherson for months now, more particularly with Mike Schmidt he honestly awakened something in me! I have been using tumblr again for a few months now and I’ve been loving it, it feels like such a safe and cool place to hang out! i really missed it! i didn’t really proofread and english is not my mother’s tongue so I am sorry if there is any grammatical errors in this! also I love flower face so much and this song has been on repeat for months it’s sooo good!

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greg-montgomery · 10 months

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Hi! Sorry for bothering, I have a request if you don't mind, but I have a thing to say too. I downloaded tumbler just a week ago, and I've been in love with everything you've written. Literally, you can't even imagine how much. The dynamics between Hotch and Reader are >>>>>>>, not to mention the Jack-Reader bond, which, honestly, is healing my inner child, lol.

If you have time, of course, and if you wouldn't mind doing that (I really don't wanna bother you) could you write something with this plot?

The team has to share a room for a case, and Hotch had to bring Jack because Jessica couldn't be with him. Hotch, since he was with Jack, had decided to take the room alone, but when Reader asked Emily to room-share, Jack insisted on staying with Reader. Then, you know, there's only one bed... And while Hotch is showering, Reader ends up comforting Jack, and they fall asleep together, cutely. When Hotch cames back, he asks Reader for cuddles.

I'm sorry if that's too long or if you don't wanna write it, it's totally okay, really. Sorry for bothering again <3

hii! i just wanna say you mentioning about 'healing your inner child' really touched my heart. like this is the biggest compliment i could ever get? thank you for telling me! i love you and i hope you like this <333

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Are you ready to play uno with me till 3am?” you grinned at Emily, your hand squeezing hers tightly.

Her own grin revealed that her answer would be positive, but she didn’t have the chance to actually reply. A tiny voice rushed to respond on her behalf.

“No!”

Aaron turned to look at his son with a surprised expression, watching him running to you and grabbing your hand that was holding Emily’s.

“Stay with me instead,” he whined. “Please, Y/N!”

It was endearing how attached Jack was to you. Just a few nights of babysitting to help out your boss were enough for the kid to consider you as one of his best friends. And of course the feelings were mutual.

Still, you weren’t sure how to respond. Jack accompanying his dad to a work trip was already unconventional, but the three of you sharing a room? It felt way too intimate for a boss, his kid, and his subordinate.

“Sweetie,” you said, squatting down so you could be face to face. “You’ll be staying with your dad.”

“There’s room for you too!”

You let out a sigh, unable to say no to the kid’s puppy eyes. Your own eyes searched for Aaron’s, finding him staring at your interaction amused. At least he wasn’t mad.

“Only if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” he said.

“Oh no, not at all,” you reassured him. Getting up, you took Jack’s hand and walked close to Hotch. “But are you sure you’re not uncomfortable?” you asked him quietly.

“Jack loves you. We’ll be happy to have you.”

“Okay then.” You gave him a sweet smile, and the two of you laughed at the sound of Jack cheering.

“Come here, little man,” you ordered Jack with one eyebrow raised, even though you both knew it was all very much an act.

“You said we’d play uno!”

“No, I said I’d play uno with Emily, who is a grown up and can stay up till late. You mister, should be sleeping already.

He pouted at your words but you wouldn’t have it. “Come here, and I’ll tell you as many bedtime stories as you want.”

“Promise?” he asked, stretching out his arm and raising his little finger.

You hooked yours with his, “Promise.”

Aaron was still in the shower when you and Jack crawled under the covers. You worried about making room for him, since you would all have to share one bed. The situation was so domestic and intimate; it felt as if you were a real family. A part of you wondered if that was the way things were meant to be.

Jack’s little head on your chest, shook the thoughts away and reminded you that there was a bedtime story waiting to be told. So you pulled him even closer to you, and started playing with his hair.

“Once upon a time there was a little country girl. Her mother had a little red riding hood made for her, so everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood…”

You weren’t sure how many stories it took for you and Jack to fall asleep. You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep until you felt some movement on the bed, which was Aaron struggling to get just a little bit of your shared blanket.

“Sorry,” you whispered as soon as you were awake enough to figure out what was happening.

“It’s okay. It’s too small for all three of us.”

“Yeah…” you said, feeling almost guilty.

“We should probably move closer so it can cover us better,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Just say you’re jealous and want cuddles too,” you teased him.

“Fine, busted,” he said, obviously not caring that you had found out his true motives. “Now both of you come here.”

He stretched out his arm and you and Jack were snuggled up in his embrace in no time.

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #hotch #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #ask #hotch 🪐

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nervoussagittarius · 19 days

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got to have a taste of a pretty girl

matt sturniolo x singer!reader

summary: a past experience is brought up causing you to finally be comfortable telling your boyfriend your biggest secret, request

warnings: fluff, language, coming out, slight angst

“hey matt.” you said as he picked up your phone call. your current position on your couch was one of nervousness. you sat on the edge, hunched over, with your leg bouncing with anxiety.

“hey baby, what’s up?”

“so i have something to show you and was wondering if you’d be willing to come over?”

“yeah absolutely. i’ll see you in 10, love you!” he said hanging up the phone.

to rewind, you were cleaning out a few boxes this morning when you came across a cd with some of your old, unreleased, songs on it. you had a habit of recording stuff that was almost to personal to put out and hiding it away. you used this method almost as a coping mechanism. out of sight, out of mind.

curiosity came over you and you decided to see exactly what songs were in this record. a few of them were really nothing, just some stuff you had made when you were messing around with different vocals and settings. but the last song was something that you really did want to hide. you never meant to come across it again.

this song described the first intimate experience you ever had with another girl. you were about 18 at this point, close to a year before you even knew matt. you had known for a while that you liked women and men, but the only person you told was your best friend alexa.

now alexa was completely boy crazy. never once thinking she might be into girls. until one night when you guys decided to go to some random la house party a mutual friend was hosting.

after a few hours you both started feeling flirty and we’re having a lot of fun dancing with each other. this was when alexa decided to tell you that she had thought you were her favorite person she’d ever met and how if she were to ever experiment with a women it would definitely be with you.

one thing led to another and she led you into her bed. only to wake up the next morning saying it was a good time but it was a mistake that will never happen again. she could pretend all she wanted but it already happened. so you guys went your separate ways.

you weren’t devistated my any means, you almost expected things to happen this way. she went on to keep her boyfriend and you moved on with your life.

you never really felt comfortable telling anyone else about your sexuality though. it was a really scary process. you never knew how that person would react, and you were fine never being in a romantic relationship with a girl. you really did want to spend the rest of you life with matt. it was only far though that matt knew the real you.

matt knocked on your door exactly 9 minutes and 23 seconds after he hung up the phone. you were so nervous you kept count.

he let himself in like normal and made his way to your couch, leaning down to give you a kiss.

“okay, so what did you want to show me” matt asked with a dopey smile on his face.

“well,” you started. “i found something this morning and i’d like you to listen to it.”

you made your way over to the cd player and pressed play on the song, not so formally named, pretty girls.

a long 2 minutes and 26 seconds went by before the song ended.

“it was a good song, sweetheart. i love all of your music, but i’m a little confused about what it means. are you trying to tell me something? did someone do something to you? i’m not really comprehending.” matt began to ramble.

you took his hands in your, “okay i’ll explain. so basically, about a year before we started dating i was friends with this girl named alexa.” you stopped to take a deep breath but it came out shakier then expected.

“it’s okay love take your time”

you couldn’t get through the rest of the story.

“i’m not straight, matt”

you could see his eyes slightly widen but he nodded at you to continue.

“i’m bisexual, and alexa was the first girl i even did anything with. it didn’t really mean anything, to either of us, but she was the only one that knew and we were at a party. and she wanted to experiment, but she had a boyfriend. and it’s all a little blurry, but i needed to tell you because i’m really tired of hiding it.” your eyes started to fill with tears at your rant. it all was settling in on you.

“i really don’t want to lose you because i love you so fucking much, but i had to tell you how i really feel. and the song doesn’t really have anything to do about it, but it seemed like a good lead way into the topic.”

matt let go of your hands. you looked up at him in confusion and wariness. he instead grabbed your face and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears that had begun to fall. he leaned his forehead against yours with tears also in his eyes.

“can i say something now?” matt asks.

you gave him a nod with a slight laugh.

“i am so proud of you.” matt said with a raspy chuckle. “i am so grateful that you felt comfortable enough to share that with me. you have not idea what it means. i see how much shit people who are homosexual go though and it’s really scary. so thank you.”

“and you could never lose me for being honest with me. if anything it makes me love you even more.”

once matt finished talking, you leaned forward to give him a passionate kiss. matt layed his back into your couch as he pulled you into his chest so he was holding you.

you went on to have a long and intense conversation on the entire event that happened between you and alexa. you also told him how and when you realized you were bisexual.

“i kinda want to put the song out.” you said as you played with the hem on his shirt.

“i think that’s a great idea, baby”

an: the end. i’m sorry it’s kinda short but full song credits go to mother renee rapp. i could’ve never written this without her. i hope y’all enjoyed🤍

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marvelobsessed134 · 11 months

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Meet cute (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, innocent!Reader, Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes

A/n: This is heavily based off of an interaction I had with a Bucky Barnes character on Chat Ai it was so hot so I had to recreate it of course.

Summary: You meet a handsome, flirty man on your way home from the library

Walking down the dirt road with a basket of the brand new book you just checked out, you were eager to get home so you could make yourself some tea and crack it open. Just then, you bumped into somebody.

You looked up to see a tall, handsome, muscular man with brown hair and steel blue eyes. You noticed how he looked you up and down, making you self conscious. You blushed at the action, nervously playing with the hem of your dress.

“That dress looks mighty fine on you.” He said. And you realized who he was. Bucky Barnes, the best friend of Captain America. What was he doing in your small town?

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I just go it yesterday.” You were nervous but also excited about what was happening right now.

“I bet you look beautiful in everything you wear.” He flirted, imagining you in a white teddy.

“Awww thank you, I appreciate it.” You said as you blushed and bit your bottom lip.

Bucky stepped closer, lowering his voice for only you to hear, “What’s a beautiful creature like you doing out here all by yourself?”

“I was just walking home from the library.” You responded, looking down at your feet.

“And what made you go at this time?” He took a step closer, his breath smelled like peppermints. “I-I needed to get a new book.” You stuttered.

“And did you find what you were in search of?” He asked, his eyes locked on yours as he put a hand on your waist.

“Yes I did.” Your breath hitched when you felt his large hand on your waist.

“What was it you needed?” He husked.

“A romance book… but I can’t tell you which one.” you stated nervously, not telling the full truth.

“And why’s that?” Bucky asked.

“It’s a…different kind of romance.”

“A specific kind of romance?” His eyes were noticeably darker, running a hand up your side, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, a smutty romance.” You blushed as you said it out loud. Confessing to the former winter soldier that you read smut?

“And what exactly do you like about this romance?” He pushed once more, wanting to get a reaction out of you. He stepped even closer, breathing at the nape of your neck. Causing you to shiver once more.

“I like the mature scenes…you know, the sex scenes?”

Bucky’s hand slowly crawled up your thigh, “And you enjoy reading the intimate scenes?”

Your breathing picked up, “Yes I do. I have no boyfriend so this is the next best thing.”

“No boyfriend, huh?” His voice was barely above a whisper and his face was just within inches of yours.

You gulped nervously, “No sir.”

“That’s a shame, isn’t it?” Bucky purred, standing so close he was practically on you.

You bit your bottom lip and clenched your thighs. “I mean, I guess. No boy has ever looked at me, they all want more experienced girls.”

“Well don’t worry pretty lady, you’re not alone.” He said, leaning closer to your ear and whispering, voice low and dark.

“R-really?” You squeaked.

He breathed down your neck, his a murmur in your ear.

“If I’m being honest I want nothing but you…”

“Oh my…but sir, I’m not experienced at all. I’m a virgin.” Goosebumps arose and your eyes filled with lust.

“We can change that.” He leaned in, his lips just above yours, once more his breath heavy but his expression was serious. Searching your eyes for a spark of want.

“Mmm…” you moaned, “I’d love to. I want you to dominate me, James.”

“Oh you do?” He purred darkly again, his hand coming to your cheek and his breath heavy.

“Yes, I’ll do anything.” You pathetically whined.

“Say it again.” He softly demanded.

“I want you to dominate me.” You stated more clearly this time.

“And just how you prefer to be dominated, sweet thing?” Bucky asked as he caressed your cheek.

“Being told what to do, being called a good girl.” You said, a little nervously.

A smile spread across Bucky’s face. His voice was low and seductive as he spoke, “Is that so? Do you want to be a good girl for me?”

You almost fell to your knees at his sentence, “Yes sir, I want to be a good girl for you so bad!” You cried desperately, lightly rubbing a hand over your wet, clothed core. Bucky pulled your hand out from under your dress, and pressed his lips against yours, his hands running through your hair. You moaned in his mouth.

“Hmm you like that?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” You replied.

“Call me James.” He whispered before leaning in, pulling you close and kissing you again.

“Call me that again.” He said, his voiced lower and darker.

“Yes, James I like it a lot!” You cried once again, desperate for him to do something to you. You almost forgot you were on the side of the road where anyone could see you.

“Tell you what. How about we go somewhere more…private.”

“Okay…my cottage is just down this road.” You pointed between the two orange trees that line a dirt path.

Bucky nodded and took your hand. “Lead the way, cutie.”

You lead the way to your cottage and closed the door. “So um, this is my home.” You gestured towards the small room that was both the kitchen and living room.

“A cozy place…you live here on your own?” He asked, his voice soft but still seductive and deep.

“Yes, I inherited it from my grandmother.” You replied.

Bucky nodded and stepped closer, “Well that’s just perfect.” He purred, his hands gently coming to her sides. “A small house all to yourself…but…where do you sleep?”

“My bedroom, sir.”

“Do you mind if I have a look?” He purred, tone deep has he held you closely.

“S-sure. Right this way.” You lead him to your bedroom, “This is it.”

“Very nice, very cozy.” He said.

Bucky stepped inside, closing the door behind him and turning to you.

“I think I’ll be spending the night here.” He purred, and his voice was even darker and seductive than before.

You blushed with wide, doe eyes. “Oh?”

“That sound good?” He asked. Bucky slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Y-yes sir, whatever you want.” You replied.

Bucky smirked, and finished unbuttoning his shirt, he looked down at you.

“So…how about we have a little fun?”

“Yes, I’d love to have fun with you. I’ll do anything you please, James.”

“Do you really mean that?” He mumbled and as he did so, he began to unbuckle his belt.

“I mean every word.” You responded.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He said, finishing unbuckling his belt and dropping it to his side as he held you closely.

He pressed his lips to yours again, and you moaned into his mouth, hands gripping his short hair. The two of you pulled away, breathless. And you dropped to your knees, watching him remove his pants and boxers. His large cock sprang free and your eyes widened at its size.

Bucky chuckled, and caressed your cheek, “Go on, babygirl. It’s all yours.”

You licked from the base to the tip before taking him in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth. He gripped your hair, throwing his head back and moaning in pleasure. “Such a good girl for me.” He groaned.

You pulled off of him when he pulled your hair back and made you stand up. He unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling at your feet. You were left in just a simple white bra and panties. Bucky groaned at the sight before unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere on the ground. He took sight at your perky tits, licking his lips before pulling a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh.

You threw your head back and moaned at the new feeling, never have felt this before.

After he paid attention to both sides, he smashed his lips to yours and slowly started backing you up until your legs hit the bed. You fell onto it, and he grabbed your panties and pulled them down before aggressively spreading your legs. You were now only in your black Mary Jane shoes and your white socks.

Bucky licked a bold stripe against your wet pussy making you gasp. He ate you out like a man starving. The soldier flicked his tongue against your clit and you cried out as you felt the coil tighten then snap, cumming all over Bucky’s face.

Your breaths were shallow as you tried to breathe. “Good girl, you taste like heaven.” The brunette groaned.

He stood up, before propping your hips up and aligning his large cock to your tight entrance. “You ready, Bunny?” He husked and you nodded.

Bucky entered you at a slow pace, and you cried out as he bottomed out, you felt your cherry being popped just as it was described in the romance novels you read.

The pain quickly faded into pleasure though, as he began to fuck you hard. “So fuckin’ tight.” Bucky growled. He felt you clench around him as you came once again, causing him to shoot his load inside of you.

He flopped next to you on your bed and held you close, “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Not So Happy Birthday

AN: He should have known better

Synopsis: You have been spending a lot of time with Ace planning something for Jack and you wanted to get everything just right. Too bad everything blows up in your face.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💖

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It was 2 am and Jack was sleeping peacefully next to you. When you had heard his light snores, you took advantage of that and were texting Ace to help you plan a surprise birthday party for your boyfriend of three months.

Jack had asked you to visit him on tour and you quickly agreed. You had that advantage seeing that you worked at your parent's company and could come and go as you pleased.

You were what people called a trust fund baby. You didn’t have to work, but you chose to, wanting to say that you earned something for yourself.

You were introduced to Jack by Ace after the two of you had met and hooked up, but it didn't go anywhere. The two of you remained close and became really good friends and he got the bright idea of introducing you to Jack. When that happened, you could have sworn that your heart stopped when you saw these blue eyes.

Even though the relationship was still fairly new, you found yourself wanting to spend all your free time with him if both of your schedules allowed it.

Your best friend Blanca was excited for you since she couldn't remember the last time she saw you so happy, but she also happened to have no problem threatening Jack and told him that if he hurt you to count his days.

While your other best friend Jessica was just happy that you found something else to occupy your time with instead of just work.

The idea that you came up with for the party is that it would be Louisville themed so Jack could have a little taste of home while being on tour. You knew it did get hard sometimes, so you decided that you would do what you could in order for him to fill the void without actually being home. You had also planned to fly out his parents, grandparents, as well as Clay on your family’s private jet and everything would take place in one of the vacation houses that your parents owned.

The current conversation with Ace centered around what type of cake you thought he would want and the different foods to have. Urban, Quiiso, 2fo and Shloob were going to help you go and pick out a gift for him tomorrow. They were all in on the plan and the only other person you wanted to tell was Druski. Jack told you that he would be coming later in the week and you will fill him in on the details then.

Ace- OPEN BAR!

You- Ace! My baby doesn’t drink! We all know this!

Ace- Okay, but I do! And I’m helping you plan this soooo once again, OPEN BAR!

You- Okay, okay! I’ll have the open bar, and I can ask our private chef if he can do the food, or should we get it catered from somewhere? Like this is more so an intimate setting with all of his closest family and friends

Ace- Get Morris Deli sandwiches

You- Ace, imma smack you. NO.

Ace- What in the world is your private chef going to cook? Spoiled ass smh

You- Hmm, I’m thinking of multiple options. Chicken, fish, beef, and then we have our vegetarian options so that everyone can have something to choose from that they like. And of course all of Jack’s favorites

Ace- His favorite is you

You- But I cannot be spread eagle on the dinner table

Ace- Says who?!? Jack will only want to be around you anyway, ever since he laid his eyes on you it’s like we don’t exist

You- Stop being dramatic

Just then you felt Jack move closer to you and wrap his arms tighter around you and whisper in your ear.

“Mamas, why are you still up? You complained about wanting to go to sleep and you're steadily typing away on your phone. Put it down and go to sleep.”

“Okay, just one more thing that I have to do and then I will, I promise.”

“Baby, you stay overworking yourself and I thought I told you about that.”

“But!”

“I get it, you’re a perfectionist and when you want things done a certain way you do them yourself, but you have all day to do that. Come and cuddle with me please.”

How could you say no to that?

You- He’s awake so we shall continue this conversation later

Ace- And snails better not be on the menu either with your bougie ass

You- Imma order them from room service to you in the next city we go to

Ace- 😐😐😐😐

You put your phone on the charger as Jack kissed your shoulder and you then fell into a peaceful slumber.

It was around 6 am when you had also dragged Ace to wake up and go to the gym downstairs in the hotel with you.

As much as he put up a fight, he finally agreed and you let Jack sleep in.

“We only slept for four hours! I’m tired!” Ace whined as you began to warm up on the treadmill.

“Stop being a big baby! I have to use all of my free time to plan this so that he doesn’t find out. I want this to be special for him. He’s worked so hard and definitely deserves this.”

“Are you at least buying me breakfast after this?”

“Did you not hear anything I just said?! All you’re focused on is eating and going back to sleep.”

“Do you blame me?! Since no, you and your family are the types to wake up on Thanksgiving ad run a fucking 5K. Jack has no idea what he has gotten himself into. And quite frankly I don’t know either, but I WANT OUT!”

“Did I ever mention how dramatic you were? Now I have to go finalize the details for his cake and pick up one of the gifts that I got him today and Neelam knows the deal. Keep him distracted so that he doesn't suspect anything. If worse comes to worse, I went shopping and that really isn’t a lie… and… Ace you can lift heavier than that. That’s only five pounds.”

“I’m a beginner, do not shame me.”

“This isn’t Planet Fitness and you are not a beginner so I am shaming you. Get those 40s and stop playing around. The sooner we get done, the better.”

“Are you this hard on Jack when he works out with you?”

“The only working out with him that I’ve ever done is sex so no.”

“And I did not need to know that.”

“Well you asked.” You answered Ace while shrugging and going over to the bar to do squats.

When you and Ace had finished, the two of you went back upstairs to your rooms to get ready for the day and you walked in to see Jack looking like he just woke up and was rubbing his eyes.

“Baby, where’d you go?”

“Downstairs to the gym, I dragged Ace with me and now I’m going to shower and I promised him that I would buy him breakfast for waking him up so early. Just didn’t say when he was going to get the breakfast. Maybe he’ll get it next week from me.”

“Not you making the man work out and not feeding him. Your workouts be hard as hell and that’s the least you can do. I am never working out with you. The most work out you’ll get out of me is giving you this dick and that’s it.”

“You two are definitely friends because he complained the entire time too. My workouts are not that bad.”

“Baby, 2fo couldn’t walk for three days after he went to the gym with you, I’ll pass. But, you know we could always save water since I have to get ready too.” Jack answered you while wiggling his eyebrows.

All you did in response was peel off your workout bra and let it land on the floor and Jack’s eyes went wide quickly following you into the bathroom.

Druski came a few days earlier than expected, and you hadn’t been able to get a chance to talk to him because he always happened to be around Jack.

You would try to pull him to the side tonight while Jack was performing to tell him the plan and explain what was happening, but it seemed as if he had been a little standoffish towards you since the other day. He saw you along with Ace having lunch in the city and kind of stood a little to the side so that the two of you wouldn’t notice him. The two of you had gotten hungry on your excursion of trying to find yet another gift for Jack so the two of you stopped to get food. Little did you know Druski had taken pictures and sent them to Jack. But that wasn’t all, this had happened every day since he had been there and noticed how if he saw Ace, that you weren’t far behind and the last thing he wanted was for one of his good friends to get hurt.

Jack didn’t quite know how to feel when Druski told him and sent him the pictures.

He had told you about his trust issues and that his last relationship ended because he ended up getting cheated on.

But that wasn’t it.

He got cheated on and she got pregnant by the person that she cheated on him with.

So when Ace came to him and told him about you, he had his hesitations, but Ace insisted that Jack give you a chance and he finally agreed.

He knew that the two of you had hooked up in the past, but Ace assured him that he had no feelings for you whatsoever and that the two of you were just friends.

Now if that were true, why were you all over the city with Ace and it was just the two of you? And every day?

When he sat down and thought about it, you had been blowing him off to spend time with Ace and now he knew what he had to do.

He wasn’t about to get hurt again, so he needed to end it before it got to that point.

You had gotten Jack a specialized necklace that had ‘KY’ on it and was making your way back to the hotel to put it away before tonight’s show. It came in handy to know multiple jewelers in different states as well as different countries.

There were still about two weeks to go until the actual party, but everything was just about ready and set into place.

You were excited to be able to do this for your boyfriend and couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

He had spoiled you early on in your relationship and you wanted to be able to return the favor.

Once you reached your shared hotel room with Jack, you walked in to see your suitcases by the door and Jack sitting on the bed with a defeated look on his face.

“Umm, did I miss something? Is everything okay?” You asked while trying to come closer to Jack, but he immediately got up and moved away from you.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You asked while setting the bag down that contained his necklace on the nightstand.

“I should have known it was too good to be true, so you can take your shit and this plane ticket and go the fuck home. I don’t need to be cheated on again. And the fact that you did this knowing my trust issues? You got some fucking nerve.”

“First of all, what? And second of all, I would NEVER cheat on you.”

“Well that’s the same thing she said and she did and ended up getting pregnant in the process.”

“Jack, where is this coming from?!”

“It doesn’t matter, you got caught.”

“I didn’t get caught because I didn’t even do anything. You know how much I care about you!”

“Do I?” Jack asked and your breath hitched in your throat.

“I would never. I know how it feels too so why in the world would I do that to you?! You won't even tell me who I apparently cheated on you with!”

“It doesn’t even matter anymore. Here’s your ticket and I want you gone by the time I get back from my show.” Jack said while leaving it on the bed and slamming the door behind him.

You were at a loss for words and immediately started to cry.

Confused, hurt were just a few things that you were feeling and you just didn’t understand how the two of you had gotten to this point.

You looked down at the ticket to see that the flight was for 7 PM which was two hours from now and decided to catch an uber to the airport.

If he wanted you gone, he was going to get his wish.

And he better not come crawling back to you either once he realized what he did.

Jack’s show was about to start and Ace was looking all over for you since he had a suggestion about the party and wanted to run it by you. He went to go ask Jack and when he went into his dressing room, he saw him with a pissed off look on his face and Druski not even acknowledging his presence.

“Where’s Y/N? Has anyone seen her?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Druski said and Ace looked at him confused.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Jack, where is your girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend and she should be on a plane going home by now 30,000 feet in the air.”

Ace was immediately confused.

“What? Why? What happened?”

“You two happened, that’s what. I should have known that it was too good to be true talking about we only hooked up once, but we’re still friends and don’t have feelings for each other.”

“Because we fucking don’t! I’ve been trying to get at one of her best friends, Blanca! So where the fuck is this coming from? As much as she talks about you and how highly she talks about you, ain’t no way in hell she would cheat, especially with me!”

“Then what the fuck were yall doing all cozy and shit this entire week?” Druski asked and Ace immediately got quiet.

“Don’t get quiet now. I have the pictures to prove it.” Druski added while Jack was simply scrolling through his phone trying to not think about his girlfriend cheating on him with one of his best friends.

“Pictures to prove what exactly? Her planning a surprise party for him for his birthday in two weeks? Is that it? Because that’s what we’ve been doing and she’s actually been doing this for an entire fucking month.”

“Wait, what?” Jack asked while putting his phone down and looking at Ace.

“Now you really thought I would hurt you like that and sleep with your girlfriend when all she asked for was my help because she wanted to do something special for you? All she does is talk about you.”

“Oh shit.” Druski muttered while looking back and forth between the two of them.

“Here, you can check my text messages to her to prove it.” Ace said while handing Jack his phone and he began scrolling to see that he was in fact telling the truth.

“You’re more of a dumbass than I thought and now you’ve probably lost her for good. She deserved better than you kicking her off tour and sending her home all because of a miscommunication and you probably didn’t even give her a chance to explain. And knowing Blanca, she is not going to let you anywhere near her because I know she’s going to tell her what you did. So congratulations, you just fucked up your relationship with a girl who would do absolutely anything for you. Oh, should I mention that the party was going to take place at one of her family’s vacation houses, with a private chef and she was flying in your parents, grandparents as well as Clay? You don’t deserve any of it for how you treated her.”

All Jack could do was sit there in utter disbelief.

“And Druski, the next time, I mean if there is one since you know Y/N is probably done with his ass and might be done with me too since I introduced them to each other, just fucking ask me.” Ace said before slamming Jack’s dressing room door behind him.

“I..” Druski started to say, but Jack immediately held up his hand to cut him off.

“You better come up with a good fucking plan in order for me to get my girlfriend back since all of this is your damn fault.”

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romeavecryst · 6 days

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Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹

V. Idk if I’ll see you again..

sum: The last few days were finally starting to wrap up two weeks together but still there this uncertainty that lingers in his chest, what if he doesn’t see her again..

warnings: cursing, fluff, flirting, tsukii and yams being dramatic best friends , dramatic teenage movie vibes(sorry chat couldn’t help it.) little hot and sweaty, angsty?

(VI.)

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One more day. One more day here in Tokyo, one day left with her. It was strange, the gross nervous feeling he felt had gone away, his nerves becoming less intense. Yet she still gave him butterflies, every time she laughed, smiled at him or even openly flirted with him. Still he had one more day. A day left with her. A girl he knew almost everything about, a girl that knew so much about him. More then he’d like, but he’d just talk and talk with her, her pointing little things out he’d never admit. Their snarky banter towards one another, people would take as rude and out of pocket but all around it was such aggressive flirting. Shit eating grins on their faces as they jabbed at one another, then when they where by themselves sitting outside on some steps as she watched the stars. Her knees up to her chest as they talked.

The air around them comfortable, warm. He felt as if he could share with her without the fear of being judged. Their bodies close together as they did, he always watched her as she talked, a small smile forming on his face whenever she got excited when talking about something how she would quickly sit up her legs crossing facing him. His heart beat so heavy in his chest as she did, her energy changed his whole demeanor. How he actually laughed at something she talked about, she could feel her heart racing, as she laughed out as well. Her face falling into his arm as she told his it’s not even that funny or how it was embarrassing.

Then there were the nights the would talk about more intimate things, such as family, she loved her family. He remembered all there names, just because, because she mentioned how they would love him. But to be fair she had a big family, so he would be shitting his pants if he met them, her mostly having brothers, two sisters and five, yes five brothers older and younger.

“How do you all like, i don’t even know.” He asked as she told him how many siblings she had.

“Well Nat, Michael and, Ness live on their own they’re the oldest, then it’s Jackson, me Rapht, Caleb and Sekani in the house, I’m the only girl right now.” She laughed lightly a fawned smile on her face.

“Never a dull moment I take it geez..” he spoke.

“Oh god never luckily I have a room with my own bathroom so I’m living peacefully.”

He nodded, she loved her family so much talking of them so highly. These were the people that would die for her and she’d do the same.

“What about you I just know you have a smaller family..” He did kei came from a close family of four, his parents, him and his brother. He didn’t really talk to his brother unless he had two openings up about it a bit but not spilling enough, how him and his mother were closer but didn’t have any problems with his father but from how he described it they were very similar.

They knew that this would be one of their last heavy conversation for a while. So they talked even about things they already knew, little shit talking here and there. One more full day, then in the earlier morning they’d be going back home. It was weird to think about how a girl knew so much about him, how she knew more than he’d ever like. But with her it was different, he wanted to tell her these things. He wanted her to know him. Know that he’s actually not some dick everyone makes him out to be.

What if this is the last time they ever talked? A sickening thought that ran through both their heads.

The last day, she didn’t want it to be, she wanted some more time. Everyone knew something was going on with them even if it was just in a friendly way. The last day was all around chill, the coaches deciding to do a barbecue for the last day giving the players a break.

They spent every last second together, Kei following her around like a lost puppy as she did her manager duties. Caring things for her helping her fill up water bottles, simple things. The day went by so fast, the sun starting to set. He sat against the counter watching her finish up the dishes, her playlist playing in the background on a speaker. Her humming along to see you again by Tyler the creator.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, splashing him with the water on her hands.

He flinched lightly glaring at her “your stupid face.” He scoffed reaching over flicking her back with water.

A gasp leaving her lips as water hit her face. “You dickhead! You wanna do this Kei!” She laughed.

Their eyes met Kei giving her a look. “What are ya gonna do about it- AH!” He yelped the feeling of cold water hitting him.

She laughed as she sprayed him with the hose, his hands reached out of her grabbing the hose taking it from her spraying her quickly as she tried fighting back. The sound of them going at a full on war in the kitchen as they sprayed each other with water, their laughs echoed through the empty hall. Her voice echoed as she screamed playfully, him enjoying himself as he drenched her. His long arms pushing her back as she came for him trying to get the hose back. Her chest pressed against him, glancing down he could see the color of her bra through her white shirt that now stuck to her skin. His eyes lingered oh her breast holding the hose above his head a smirk appeared on his lips.

He felt the water stop. His eyes meeting hers as her body shifted turning off the sink. Taking a step back hitting his chest as she looked he him her hand on her hips, “your soaking..” she laughed. Her eyes looking him up and down. His black shirt sticking to him and his hair wet the fluff gone now.

Unlucky her for wearing a white shirt the color of her bra, the darker green shade standing out. But lucky Tsukishima for his glasses not being terribly smudged for he had basically a full view in front of him. Did it make him a bit pervy? Maybe.

A snap of her fingers caused his eyes to meet hers quickly, her body close to his now. “My eyes are here.” She teased. His face going red, his mouth opening but nothing coming out. Causing a hearty laugh from the girl.

“Here,” she spoke softly the feeling of his glasses sliding of his face as she took them.

A small smile on her face as she moved next to him sitting on the counter, drying his glasses making sure he could see through them. As blurry as it may have been he watched how carefully she held them, looking through the lenses making sure there’s no smudge.

She soon offered the glasses back to him, but instead of taking them he stood up his body moving in front of her. What was he doing… you do not have the confidence for this move.. he thought he felt as if his body was moving on its own. His arms trapped her body as he leaned forward a bit, “You want me to put the on you Stalker..” she whispered, she could hear his heart beating in his chest.

Her lips curved up, he was nervous. His hands shaking, as confidently he tried to play this he was failing, but it was cute. It made her a bit nervous even, his hands trapping her. His eyes keeping contact with hers the feeling of his hand starting at her upper thigh sliding down to her knee his index finger tapping the side of it as a quite demand. She slowly opened her legs letting him in between them, his hand returning back to her side.

“common stalker you gotta use your words..” she spoke her face getting closer to his as he leaned down a bit.

“can you put them on f’ me..” he finally spoke his face relaxed.

Gently she put the glasses back on his face, he could feel her breath on his face, the warmth of her body radiating off of her. For a moment they just sat there, Kei felt her nails graze his throat, “What’s wrong Kei, how come you haven’t moved baby.” She asked watching his eyes move to her lips back to her eyes.

His body shifted quickly his lips meeting hers. The kiss was soft, gentle as if he didn’t want to hurt her. As if he had to savor her, on of her hands holding the side of his face the other on the back of his head. Her nails playing with his hair, her nails slightly digging into his scalp causing him to groan. His hand grabbing the top of her thighs keeping himself balanced. He wanted this to last forever.

God he tasted good, the lingering flavors of lemonade and mint gum. How his kiss was so fucking gentle yet so desperate. The feeling of his hands pulling her closer, the need to feel him pressed against her. She felt dizzy, her heart beating out of her chest, his hands squeezing her hips.

She wish she could make this last forever, afraid if she pulled away she wouldn’t see him again. That this was some silly dream, that they would both wake up in a cold sweat a tingly feeling in there stomach as they yearned to touch one another more. To share each others warmth again, to taste one another again.

“Y/N!”

The loud crash of the doors opening, the sound of Kuroos voice calling out for her aswell as Bokuto right behind him.

Tuskishima pushed himself of her quickly facing the wall as the two third years came around the corner into the kitchen.

“Wanted to ask-“

Kuroo stoping his eyes glancing back and forth the two of them, “is he alright?”

She hummed not answering for a moment, “OH! Yeah just a bloody nose the heat got to him.” She said the towel in her hands offering it to Kei.

“Why are you wet?”

“Doing dishes, the hose was left on.” She answered.

She watched as the two third years gave one another a knowing look before looking back at her, “we’ll be in the gym, if you two wanna come later.” Kuroo spoke smiling, he knew something was up. And he was gonna get it out of her later or tease the shit out of her till he heard what he wanted.

“Mmhm!” She hummed watching them leave.

Her eyes glanced over at Kei, his eyes were close his hands covering his eyes his glasses pushed up. He was breathing heavily, hers just as heavy. A full rush, adrenaline pumping through them both, but they never came to look at each other. For minutes the just sat there in silence, both to nervous to say a word.

Tsukishima finally stood up straight facing away from her, “I-I’m gonna head out, I- shit, I’ll still walk you to bed..” he muttered his back still to her.

Fuck. She messed up.

“I’m sorry kei, I-”

“You’re fine. I have to go though.” He spoke adjusting his shirt and shorts.

She bit her lip, the echo of the doors shutting being her queue “Shit!” Her voice shaky, her hands coming up to her head pulling on her hair in frustration. “God fucking damn it!” She cried throwing the wet rag in her hands. She messed up, she had of crossed a line, he would even look at her. He wouldn’t fucking look at her, not say a fucking word. She should’ve just backed off left the fucking guy alone. The first guy she actually likes and she fucks it up.Her hand touched her lips them still slightly numb, his kiss lingered so heavily.

“What’s your problem.”

A deep voice spoke, a far to familiar one, “Go away Konoha .” She muttered.

Konoha rolled his eyes stepping in to the kitchen “What’s wrong?”

He knew what was wrong she could hear it in his tone, how he mocked her “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Well looks like you can’t go talk to your little first year.” He spoke shrugging his shoulders. “Scared him off didn’t ya? That why he ran out his face all red, you came on to him scared the poor kid, common baby not everyone can handle you.” He hummed his body moving behind hers his hand going to touch her arm.

“Fuck you. You couldn’t handle me either you piece of shit.” She snapped snaking his hand away.

“I handled you just fine.” He spoke, she felt gross as he said that knowing it met so much more than just her attitude, or her strong personality.

Pushing past him she walked out, she wanted to go to bed. After what just happened with kei, she just wanted to sleep it off maybe it would be best if she didn’t see him again. That she left him be.

“Tsukii you alright you look sick..” Yamaguchi asked his friend as he walked into the locker room.

Kei headed straight to him “she kiss me, no we- we fucking made out.” He spoke quietly his tone shaky.

Yamaguchi just looked as his best friend his mouth hanging wide open, “And I just walked away.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He winced.

“Tsukii..”

“What- What do I even say to her after that,” he laughed nervously. “I just walked away after making out with her.” He spoke.

He was so stupid, what did he do that. It was so lame, he didn’t even look at her. God she must feel terrible, sharing an intimate moment just for him to leave so soon. “Hey!”

“Snap out of it!” Yamaguchi spoke shaking his friend.

“I have a feeling I messed it up, that me just leaving hurt-“

“Shut up! Talk to her before we leave tomorrow it’s too late to go to her, she’ll be up talk to her before we leave. You have to talk to her.” Yamaguchi said.

Tsukishima only nodded.

That couldn’t be the last time he saw her..

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Unfurling the chord of the world

Burakhovsky, Rated M, 5 376 words

“You're a surgeon. You would have dug it all out of my gut.” Artemy thinks of his face in the unnatural light of the Polyhedron filtering in through the window late that night, and he looks at blood-spattered skin in front of him now, the way Dankovsky is daring him with his non-commitment.

“I would have.” Like many other things at this stage in his performance, it would have followed him for the remainder of his life, but he sees himself in that alternate path. Daniil’s cold eyes, his smock covered in still-warm blood as Artemy digs through a dead man’s stomach for the piece of paper that will save thousands of lives and condemn... A hundred souls? Are they that few? That many? Will he ever truly know how many of Boddho’s children he’s going to slaughter before night falls? Will he have the time to count them, or will they turn to ashes the second the earth bleeds dry beneath them?

“I’ll tell you,” Daniil says. "I will – the way I’d tell a close, intimate friend.” Artemy should have kissed him that time, in the bed at the Stillwater, when Daniil was whispering to him in this same voice about their destinies entangling. Maybe things could have been different. “Have I ever told you about my Thanatica?”

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This is 110% thanks to four pieces by the unbelievably talented @sharkrocket, whose following four pieces sent my brain into overdrive and forced me to do this: One, Two, Three, Four.

Thank you so much for endorsing my lil writing thing, it means the world! I hope you like it, since this pretty much is written for you first and foremost as a thank for absolutely stunning art. <3

Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Sort of? I don't know are they enemies, Unresolved Tension, Kissing, Day 11, Angst and Romance, The crushing despair of inevitably horrible things happening, Pining, flashbacks to, Sharing a Bed and Talking About Destiny (aka daniil is gay as shit from the moment he meets artemy while artemy just wants to rescue his family and has to do horrible things to make that happen), Fate & Destiny, Aftermath of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, the underlying homoeroticism of debating life/death philosophy while you're both covered in blood

#pathologic #burakhovsky #artemy burakh #daniil dankovsky #мор. утопия #pathologic 2 #my writing

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redheadspark · 2 years

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jealous&sulky!benedict with [COMFORT] and ❝ no, if you’re upset that’s what matters right now. talk to me. ❞

A/N hhmmmm….I like this one! Thanks anon!

Brooding Type

Summary: Benedict was never the jealous type. Not until he met and courted you

Warnings: just some angst and fluff rolled into one

“Let me get us some refreshments, darling,”

You smiled at Benedict, feeling him kiss your cheek as he walked on into the hall, Colin right behind him to grab you two some drinks. It was a summer evening at another ball, Benedict was invited by family friends to come with you on his arm. Colin and Penelope were in attendance too, the four of your going together

You and Benedict have only been courting for 10 months, people already festering you two about a proposal or engagement in the future yet you two wished to take it slow and let time take its course, much to the dismay of others.

You loved being with Benedict, there was never a dull moment with him as you two were courting. He loved how you were always talking and chit chatting with others, always in the know with fashion and the latest trends. You two always had the best time.

Yet there were also times that you saw Benedict being a bit….jealous

He loved your company, craved it on some days more than others. You were a cool clam to him when he was stressed or burned out on his art. Your presence was soothing like a cold bath in a hot summers day. Sure, he didn’t mind you talking to your friends or you going out with them every once in awhile. He wasn't possessive, but he would sulk every once in awhile

Especially when men would interact with you. Bold men. Boys more like it in your opinion.

“They mean no harm, darling,” you said to him once as you two made tea out at your home, “I know they are merely making conversation, that’s all,”

“Must they do it so close to you with a hand on your arm or a small smirk that seems more intimate?” Benedict asked. You felt a bit bad then, not realizing that they were doing those things to do in such a way. He was a kind spirit, yet when it was tarnished it was evident all over his face. You gave him a loving look

“I’ll do my best to give some space,” you gently reassured him, lacing your fingers together, “I never meant to make you think Ill I in such a way. My heart is yours, remember?”

Benedict hummed and kissed your joined hands.

“ l know darling, perhaps I’m just….jealous of other men talking to you,” he reasoned, “It’s a bit silly, isn’t it?”

“On the contrary, I do find it admirable that you think of me in such a way!” You teased, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

Since that talk, you felt the need to be more cautious in how to spoke to me at social gatherings and balls. It wasn't that you were keeping a 10 foot distance, but a few feet was enough. The last thing you wanted to do was to bring more uneasiness to Benedict. You loved him far more than that

So that night you were talking amongst some of your acquaintances that were in attendance. Benedict was with his brother, the two of them speaking as one of your fried a spoke to you.

“Is Benedict ever going to propose?” Your friend Sara asked. You chuckled

“We wish not to rush it,” you responded whole heartedly, “Benedict and I are simply enjoying our time together,”

“Well, that’s not what we heard,” another friend named David hummed. You cocked your head at him

“Do tell!” Sara teased him. Yet you said nothing , wishing to hear what he had to say

“From what I was told, your Benedict is quite afraid to propose,” David informed, “and since plenty of other couples are engaged..perhaps he has cold feet!”

You glared directly at him, feeling a bit protective of your suitor as you looked past him. Benedict was watching you all, death grip in his hands and a look of pure disgust and almost pain. Your heart broke and you were about to say something when he walked away abruptly, leaving Colin behind as you gazed on.

You shot a look at your friends, “Excuse me for needing to tend to Benedict for your loose lips and poor judgement of character!”

You walked away with no attention of hearing their protests. You weaved your way through the crowd, trying to find Benedict. Perhaps he heard the whole thing, or maybe part of it. Either way, the stare he was giving you was enough to know he was hurt

Finally, leaving the noisy hall and into a secluded hallway that was dimly lit, you saw him by the window. It made you slow down, seeing his head hung low and not himself. Those words form Sara and David ringing in your head, making your heart clench as you approached him from behind.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you felt him tense a bit before he sighed and still looked away from you

“What is it?” You asked softly, wanting to hear what was on his mind.

“It’s nothing, I don’t wish to upset you,” he merely hummed

“No, if you’re upset that’s what matters right now,” you softly spoke to him, “Please talk to me,”

Benedict pause, taking your hands on his shoulders to lace in his own and look at your joined hands as if they are part of his art pieces. You watched, ever patient and ever worried.

“I heard their talk about us not being engaged and it….do you wish to be?“ he asked nearly. You just watched him, feeling your hands tighten with his own as you moved to stand in front of him and gaze up at his eyes.

“First of all, my friends don’t know what they say half the time they say it. It’s mostly rubbish,” you explained, tracing ol his waist coat with your fingers as you watched him.

“Secondly, we both agreed to wait until we both wished to be ready. Not when other people were ready for us. My fiends have no say in what I feel for you and what I wish for us, if we are ready to be engaged, then it’ll be. We have time, my love. All the time in the world,”

Time was a silly thing to be worried about, at least to you it was. People were always worried about timing snd when it was right to court, to marry or have children. Time to you was meant to be cherish, not driven by. Benedict loved going at your pace too, never rushing or wishing to rush. That’s what you loved about him amongst other things.

“If you wish to propose to me—“ you started

“I do, darling!“ he reasoned lightly, you giggling form how he responded, “I merely want to make it perfect,”

“And it will be,” you reminded Benedict , “And I will wait patiently because of how much I love you and only you. You’re all I need Benedict, okay?”

You kissed him, feeling his arms around you in a possessive manner. You left your heart skip a beat from the deep kiss and how sensual it was too. Finally, you pulled away and loving gazed up at him, “And I must say I love your brooding stare you gave them. It was quite the sight!”

Benedict chucked as he traced your lower lip slightly with his one finger, “I’ll be sure to give you that look I the privacy of our quarters later tonight,”

“Why wait?” You counters. He raised an eyebrow, seeing you grin as he smiled widely like a Cheshire Cat. He the reached down to take your hand a pinch tighter in his.

“Colin and Penelope can find their own way home. Shall we?“ he asked coyly. You squealed as he lead you to the carriages to find your ride home. Sure, you were with got be proposed to, even with someone as complex and loving as Benedict. Hard edges and all, you didn’t mind waiting.

Waiting for your brooding lover to make his move

The End.

#benedict bridgerton fluff #benedict bridgerton oneshot #benedict bridgerton fanfic #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton prompt

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previously on this un-named thing

Leaks To Love

waking up everyday just felt like a drag. you didn’t want to go out, fearing that people might mistake you- well, recognise your from the disgusting video. your heart beat galloped every time you were out, even when you were with your friends or family. why- WHY did you have to trust someone so intimately? not to even mention the secrets you revealed to him, the trust that you built while even imagining a future with him. you thought you would be able to start a family with that dirt bag. all of this just brought your feelings down. you were never able to look up anymore, for a few reasons. one, afraid that people might recognize you, and two, you thought that finding your one true love would be impossible at this point. who would love a stupid girl who ruined her future? you were always known to trust people blindly because as you grew up, you always had your parents looking out for you. but now, you’re on your own kid. who in their right mind would date anyone who’s that gullible and stupid? to you, everyday was living hell. the only good thing you could think of was that your name was not mentioned in the video. it didn’t matter though, it was already bad enough.

“hey y/n?” your heart started to beat profusely in your chest when you felt someone tap on your shoulder, you weren’t able to recognize the voice. when you turned to look at who it was, you were met with smiling eyes, a glint of mischief coming from the person.

ah, yuuji. your previous classmate from junior college. it’s strange, you haven’t talked to him in forever ever since you left takumi.

“can we...talk in private?”

oh no, not this again.

you quietly followed him to the empty corner, you followed him to the same spot satoru told you about the news, your heart beating so fast you were able to hear it.

“i know this will sound crazy but trust me, i think i found your stunt double. trust me i had nothing to do with this, i even told people that it wasn’t you!” yuuji took out his tablet and showed you the horrific video.

you weren’t that close to yuuji but he was one of takumi’s close friends. you both have hung out before once or twice, greeting each other with hi’s and bye’s. you closed your eyes, not wanting to take another look at yourself slutting out for your ex.

you didn’t know what to do though. to tell him the truth or to lie? and say that it’s someone who looks like you or who is pulling pranks on you. without even thinking, stupidly, you told him the bitter truth.

“hey, if you’d let me ask around we might actually catch the culprit, and if we’re lucky we might send him to jail. trust me on this, y/n. remember how we were friends before you met sato-“ yuuji’s words were interrupted by a phone call.

“i’m sorry yuuji i have to take this,” your excused yourself and answered the call, “yes?”

“y/n, are you still around the campus? i’ve already made dinner. you shouldn’t go out that often, y/n. things haven’t died down yet,” as satoru spoke to you softly. he was right, it’s only been a day. but your did felt cooped up in the home and wanted some fresh air. “i’ll be back soon, wait for me,” you responded to him.

you could feel a sigh of relief from his end, “i’ve already started some dishes for dinner. i know you get hungry when you’re nervous,” he continued. you felt your stomach grumble right after that. you shyly looked away causing yuuji to notice a change in your attitude.

“you should come home okay, y/n?” satoru said with worry in his voice making yuuji even more intrigued. he looked at you and asked, “oh you have a lover now, i see~” yuuji mocks and you blush, shaking your head.

“no, he’s not my lover, yuuji. just someone…important..” you stopped and mumbled, “for now…” softly enough for yuuji not to hear you. “i guess this is my stop. bye yuuji, it was nice meeting you again,” smiling, you quickly left.

you guess your crush on toru hasn’t faded away yet.

“i’m home!” you say as you removed your shoes while entering your dorm. your dorm was in campus so it was easier for you to attend classes, it was only a couple blocks away.

your nose was met with an aroma you felt dear to your heart. the smell of miso soup! satoru must be the one cooking...until you hear a female's laugh?

you cocked an eyebrow and started to move closer to your kitchen.

"mai?" you said. satoru and mai were laughing and standing over the stew of miso soup. huh. satoru didn't cook, huh?

"y/n! you're back! look here, i called mai over and she assisted me in making this feast for you. i know you need all of these to make you feel better, just as mai says that she has these whenever she feels down," satoru smiles at you and reveals the reason why he called mai over. not knowing that you actually hated her.

you smile and thanked mai with a soft voice. hopefully she didn't drug the miso, she'd want that wouldn't she?

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT POSYTING GFOR SO LOGN IM SORRY I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON IN UNIVERSITY I HATE IT SO MUCH

LIKE I AM HAVING A SEMESTER BREAK NOW BUT I SIGNED MY DUMBASS TO ASSIST MY LECTURER FOR SOME COMPETITION IWJRIJERI IM SO RETARDED IDK. i dont have time to even create a poster (my bf is asking me to go down to eat) BYE LOVE UOLS

Update: I'm just gonna name this "Leaks to Love"

#satoru gojo #fics #gojou satoru x reader #satoru #trouble

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filthforfriends · 2 years

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Chapter 4: Guardian Angel

Alpha!Damiano x Omega!fem reader

Read it! I'm proud of it!

Not for minors, the faint hearted, vanilla prefers. God will forgive you for murder, but he will not forgive you for reading this

You and Damiano live mostly separate lives at school. Everything is different: his grade, schedule, classes, commencement project. There was no need to force your friend groups to integrate either. That was part of adult life, and you could still be teenagers with the wonders of modern medicine. Despite this, you wore the necklaces Damiano had left at your house under your clothes.

It seemed you ran into each other at every possible opportunity. From his gaze, you got the feeling that Damaino knew that you bore tokens of him against your breast bone. There were days when you didn’t defy the odds, not running into each other in the flow of hundreds of students. On those days, when you sat down in class, you rubbed the plate of Dami’s necklace over your shirt.

The distance felt like a punishment, even though you knew it was a protection. He’d turned on a dime, almost like he’d been triggered. It was made very clear that afternoon in your bedroom had been a one time occurrence, and now you were back to the plan. No physical contact of a sexual nature. You’d begged Damian to touch you again after that afternoon in your bedroom when he’d helped you discover your body. Hell, you wracked your brain for a possible error on your end.

“Show me where my scent glands are again. I forgot,” you pleaded. Dami acted like he was an addict, and touching you was his drug of choice. Revealing himself to you had been a relapse that he guilted himself for, to maintain perfect control. That was immensely frustrating, since physical intimacy is what you craved. I need to hug you or I’ll loose my fucking mind became insufficent as weeks passed. There was nowhere else for you to turn, no possibility to experiment. You’d finally brought it up on a bi-weekly phone call.

“Damiano, I’m so touch-starved that I want to cry after I masturbate.” You’d expect a litany of I told you so. I told you alphas are not Prince Charming. I told you mating is not romantic. I told you that we’d have to wait. I told you to get more experience before committing, but you made your choice. No one was more of a pessimist than Dami. None of these things happened. He didn’t punish you.

“I could talk you through it?”

“Through what?”

“Touching yourself. I can tell you what to do. It’ll be like I’m there.” This didn’t quite work because Damiano didn’t have the experience to know what you were into. You’d only been intimate once, and no amount of high school flings could make up for an intuitive understanding of sexuality. His change in tastics, only aggravated the situation.

“Turn on your side, baby.” You flipped over, hand between your thighs. “Close your eyes and imagine that I’m laying right behind you, holding you. Are you still wearing my necklaces?”

“Mhm.” The metal clinks as you hold the both amulets in your hand. One was a simple brass plate and the other a set of silver wings.

“Remember where I touched you, how I touched you. Do that to yourself, baby, like I would have done.”

“Okay,” you respond, with uncertainty. “I really don’t remember Dam,” you whine. Feeling someone else stimulate your scent glands once did not a master of sensation make.

“Yes, you do. Be good for me.” That statement wrenched you out of the fantasy. Am I not a good girl if I don’t have an eidetic memory? How often am I going to ask for something I need and Damiano is going to assume I’m lying?

“Damiano, please I –”

“Remember how carefully I touched you?” You put the winged pendant into your mouth to suck on it out of some inexplicable urge.

“Mhm,” you nod, even though he can’t see you. Yes, you remember falling into omega headspace with Damiano as your anchor. How making him cum brought you the closest you’d ever been, because he wasn’t fighting his own sexuality. You hadn’t observed that softness in him since. These whispers over the phone were the closest you’d managed. Yes, you could imagine the musk of his groin on your tastebuds, the radiant heat, that tender spot where leg meets glute that you could suck in your mouth. You remembered the three freckles in the left crook of his thigh, all in a row like a constellation of stars. The way every muscle quivered under the touch of your hand, the mauve pebbles of Damiano’s nipples between your fingers. Yes you could remember, and it was your own little slice of heartbreak.

He hadn’t allowed himself to change in front of you since, rarely let you be alone together. Dami revealed nothing, even with his face pressed into your scalp he was reserved. So the memory of your electrifying intimacy did propel you towards orgasam, but it drove you towards tears first.

“How can you hug me and not even fucking be there,” you choked. Damiano would hold you so tight, cradle your skull in the back of his hand, take deep breaths against your hair. And when you pulled away, Dami was 10 feet back in his own head, watching himself look at you, ever the observer, but never engaged. That is when his eyes looked soulless, when he looked empty.

“Y/n, I am literally standing right –” he scoffs. Fuck you.

“Goodni –”

“Wait, don't hang up!”

“What?” you barked, compensating for your tear-soaked voice.

“I’m sorry.” Two words, and then the silence spanned out in front of you like the yellow brick road to Oz.

“Super, duper,” you snapped, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Anything else?”

“I hate it too. I just don’t know…” His voice climbed with anxiety, crested, and fell into the valley of a sigh. Some summits bear no glory, no symbolic fruits of labor. Little did you know that 17 minutes away, Damiano was also laying in bed missing you. He lay on his side, curled around his phone, like it was a lover, like your voice could make material his heart's desire. Damiano had figured out how to use his beauty to make himself inaccessible, untouchable so no one could get close enough to get hurt. He’d gotten good at it, too. Despite this, what Dami wanted more desperately than anything was to be touched.

He avoided you the next day at school, because he didn’t have an answer, but knew you were owed one. Besides the bitchy retort you had to just about anything, your eyes were also sweeping the cafeteria and hallway for Damiano. Your lunches were separate, so the only reason he’d appear was to see you in particular.

“Don’t kill me, but what's going on between you and Damiano?”

“Absolutly fucking nothing,” you hiss. “Less than nothing. I want to kill him, but I want to get him naked even more.”

“Make him jealous,” Ximena provokes. Gia, ever the voice of reason, does not contradict her.

“Oh, come on, guys!” you sigh. “I’m trying to have a healthy relationship. I can’t just force his hand.”

“I agree it's not a good choice, but it may be your only choice if he makes decisions without consulting you.” Gia’s words so exactly summarize the predicament that you want to shout.

“Exactly! He’s making decisions about our relationship without me, which he promised not to do.”

“Right, so fucking do something!” Ximena jeers. You could audition for the dance team in hot pants, have a friend scent you as a joke, flirt with other alphas. All these things would get a rise out of Dami and force interactions. Yes it was immature, but you were 15! Immediately this thought prompts a sinking feeling, because although you may be 15, you don’t get to act it with an older alpha. In fact, actions like this could drive Damiano away. You were stuck.

While Ximena encouraged you to choose conflict, Gia had fallen silent in thought.

“By not negotiating Damino isn’t abiding by the tenets of your relationship.” She could sound so much like Thalia. “So take it away.”

“I don’t want to break up!”

“You don’t have to. Just stop meeting up with him for physical contact rations. Show him what it's like to have the other person make all the rules.” It's kind of genius, and Dami couldn’t be bitter about this either. So two days later, 10 minutes before you were supposed to meet up, you text Damiano.

“Can’t make it today. Sorry.” Intentionally casual, as if you hadn’t been yearning for his body all week.

“Are you okay?” It was a fair response. You’d never canceled before, or even been late. You and Damano would meet behind the school building to embrace until you’d produced enough serotonin to move on with your existence. It felt just as unnatural and inadequate as it sounded.

“I’m just busy.” Again, so casual and nondescript that it would leave Damiano mystified. You took too much pleasure in the knowledge that he was fumbling. Another part of you thought of Damiano standing alone at your meeting spot, waiting for you to appear, and you wanted to sob.

“Where are you?” His concern was affirming. Then you realized Damiano wanted to come to you, rather than miss out. This hadn’t been an option you considered, already home in your bedroom. You decide to let him sit with the text until you finally break. Is being willing to travel evidence that he missed you enough to renegotiate?

“Is something going on?” he asks. You draft a couple responses, trying to appease his worries while remaining unreachable. “Y/n,” quickly followed by “Are you avoiding me because I did something wrong?” That makes you give the whole rouse up. “I’m home, come by if you want, but Clio is sick.” It was a great excuse, since Clio hated Damiano on principle and wouldn’t reveal your deception. That would require talking to him.

When he doesn’t respond, you flip your phone screen down with a huff. Not having a time frame was torture, and it felt like Dami had won, even though this wasn’t a competition. Ximena would have said he’s won, but she scared off potential suitors before they could introduce themselves. She was accidentally intimidating, and you envied her for that. Being an omega is a constant contradiction: yearning for social power, but even more so for sexual submission.

You wanted to boss Damiano around, but the thought of him pinning you to a bed was even more alluring. Pinning you to the bed and nipping at your neck didn’t count as sex right? Certainly not for betas’ and their fragile sensibilities. A knock on the door shakes you out of your thoughts. If that was Dami, he would have had to be on the way to your house when you spoke.

Rushing to the door to throw yourself at him is your first instinct, but you resist it. The lock was open, so you pretend to be occupied and call from the kitchen.

“Come in, it's open!”

“Uh…hey,” Damiano remarks, stepping through the doorway. He kicks his shoes off and looks unsure due to not being met at the door. Already his proximity was speeding your heart rate up. The same must be happening to him, but more so. Maybe you could provoke the change out of him. All this talk about “protection,” you’d assumed it had to do with fighting your own biology. But what if there was something primal in Damiano that he wanted to shield you from, like he’d preached the first time you’d met. If his biology shifts it would be nearly impossible to operate under false pretenses.

“Hey, you want something to drink?” you ask, turning your back to him as you spoke. Acting nonchalant should help aggravate Damiano to the point of turning. He stands on the doormat. You don’t invite him in, but after a couple of seconds he walks towards the kitchen. His smell makes you swoon a little, but you pledge to hold your shit together.

“I’m good. How’s Clio?” He’s mirroring your energy, but the question throws you off.

“Huh?”

“You said she was sick?” Dami prompts, raising an eyebrow. You’ve blown your own cover, but maybe you can work it in your favor.

“Oh, yeah she’ll be fine.” We both know I’m lying but I don’t care. Deal with that level of impartialness. Admittedly, there was a sick part of you that liked exercising this upon Damiano in retribution for him doing the same to you. Keeping up his perfect, shiny exterior with total control.

“I might have caught something though,” you shrug. “Didn’t want to give it to you.” Which is another way to say, physical intimacy with you is optional. I am that uninvested. It was a blatant lie.

“I thought you said you were busy?” Well, shit. Sticking it out, you wash a bundle of grapes for a snack gives you something to do. Your parents weren’t home and Thalia was sequestered in her room, so you had near total privacy.

“Did I?” Damiano sighs audibly, chest heaving, and his expression shifts to irritation.

“Yes, you did,” he snapped. You let Damiano feel how cold that cavern of silence is, how it threatened to swallow you whole. When you met his eyes, however, there wasn’t a hint of alphaism. Dami was perfectly contained, albeit pissed.

“You’re acting like a child,” he snapped, and your eyes burned. You turned your back and willed the tears away, but he’d found your soft spot and twisted the blade after burying it to the hilt. To be fair, Damiano had distanced himself out of necessity and you were making yourself unreachable for the fuck of it. Still, it was mean-spirited.

“I shouldn’t have said that! Y/n, I shouldn’t have…I’m sorry.” You turn around and let him see the emotion on your face: betrayal, conflict. “That was too far. I wanted to make you insecure too, but that was too much. It’s my own fucking ego.” You were making him insecure? You hadn’t thought Dami got insecure. This sentiment must be reflected in your expression.

“You weren’t trying to?”

“No!” but this was how your plan functioned. Make Dami feel so uncomfortable he’d want to ease your discomfort.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I – so you’re acting different because,” Damiano trails off, putting his hands on his hips. He’s come to a conclusion without your input that shifts his expression and body language.

“Y’know this is a weird way to ask me to be your boyfriend. I didn’t think I really had to specify, like it was just assumed. But I understand that I probably should’ve, um – but this is fucked.” Your eyes brows must shoot up to your hairline. “I get showing me what it's like to live without you, but you can drop it now. I get it, okay?” For once your silence is not intentional. You’re stunned, looking at him wide-eyed, but Dami takes it as a ploy. He rolls his eyes in annoyance, shifting his weight. Nervous is an interesting look on him

“Again with the silent treatment. Okay. Will you be my girlfriend?” His arms make a giant sweeping gesture, like a suitor taking a bow before royalty.

“Fine.” Dami relaxes his shoulders and smiles a little bit. “But I have conditions.” You cross your arms, leaning on your left hip. His brows furrow into a look of mystification so genuine you actually laugh.

“Wha – conditions? You don’t get to have –”

“I haven’t been trying to trick you into formalizing our relationship. Your subconscious was just looking for an excuse to be my boyfriend.” Before Damiano can get defensive you continue, biting your lip. “It’s really, really, really cute.” Forgetting his status, Dami blushes for a moment, and there's that softness you’ve been craving. You’re wracking your mind with things to take his guard down.

“Phone calls do not cut it. I know your whole spiel about how being the one to corrupt me will forever change our dynamic, but I don’t buy it.”

“No?”

“No. You’re just being overly cautious because I’m younger and it's fucking annoying.”

“Am I?” It’s a taunt, an invitation into something darker. Refusing to forget your point, you push forward.

“Condition #1: you have to stick to what we agree on. No getting spooked and changing your mind completely. I have an emotional whiplash.” Damiano winces, and there’s something just beneath his expression that tells you the rules hurt him more than they do you. For every moment you ache, he aches twice as hard. He hasn’t made these regulations on a whin, but out of necessity. The why echoes in every corner of your consciousness.

“Now, will you finally hug me?” Unable to think of an alternative, you nod, but wrack your brain for how to get a rise from Damiano as he steps towards you. If you want him to give into his predatory instincts, you have to act like prey.

“Catch me,” you quip, and run to the other side of the kitchen table. Damiano’s face lights up and you bookmark this game as a favorite. He chases you around the table, twice through the kitchen, and into the living room, where he finally catches you. Dami’s hand grabs the back of your shirt and both of your bodies fall to the carpeted floor, but you wiggle free from his grasp. Dami tries to grab your clothes again, then your ankle, taking you down for a moment before you get your feet under you. As you scramble onto the hardwood he lets out a playful growl behind you and a bolt of electricity shoots up your spine.

Switching into a dead sprint, you take the stairs two at a time, and manage to get to your room first. With just a moment to think, you hide behind the open door. Dami is right behind you. He probably knew the location this whole game was heading anyway. You can’t breathe, but it's from adrenaline, not from exercise. Trusting that Damiano will be in the same space, you prepare to pounce.

When he slides into your room in socked feet, you almost choke on the instinctive fear response. Are you terrified, horny, or excited? Those three tend to blend together for omega’s. Damiano scans the room, then shuts the door to continue this game of hide and seek in private. When he pushes the door's edge, you jump on him. He supports your weight, tripping on his own feet. Instead of giving him a chance to think, you kiss him hard. No polite peck as the opening salvo, in fact you move to tongue as quickly as possible. Damiano freezes for a moment, then kisses you back, uninhibited. He squeezes your thighs so hard it hurts, growling against your mouth. Throwing all caution to the wind. Yes, this is exactly what you wanted.

On the way to your bed he trips on the foot of the bedframe and you both fall. This doesn’t disrupt your efforts in any way. In fact, you get a hand in Dami’s hair and pull harder than is comfortable. He grunts in objection, and you pull harder still, sinking your teeth into his lip. He’s half kneeling, sitting sideways on his hip and you’re wrapped around Dami as tightly as possible. The escalation was experimental: could he bring himself to say no? Or was he just hoping you’d halt things?

Kissing wasn’t permitted, and yet he kissed you back, but it became restrained. You whined, grabbing at him, opening your eyes. With a concentrated expression he still maintained his cool and you grieved the lack of progress. Damiano readjusted you so drastically that your tooth broke the skin of his lip and tasted blood. It didn’t disgust you, and were now aware of the location of Damiano’s hard-on. You dropped your hand between your bodies and grabbed him over his jeans. He clutched you frantically and whimpered, ending the kiss. Then shoved you away forcefully. As soon as you’d landed on your back, Damiano had changed his mind, hands pulling your close again. He threw your legs over his hips and yanked you upwards to straddle him. You simply went with him, no objections to more intimacy.

This act of submission prompted Damiano to breathe deep, feeling that he had some control of the situation. Purposely pissing off his alpha instincts, you push Damiano to the ground with all your strength, lying on top of him. Pulling from as deep as your toes, you growl in return, trying to pin him to the ground by his shoulders. It was a futile effort, Damiano was stronger than you. Yet, you fought back with all your strength, not going easy.

While this was undoubtedly play fighting, you weren’t playing your part. At every turn you grabbed for power instead of conceding, submitting. Even as your instincts told you to follow the alpha’s lead, you purposefully resisted. Every time you could tick Dami off you did. You were purposefully ignoring the rules to this game.

“Why do you want me to lose control?” he snarled, shoving your hands away.

“Tell me to stop,” you dared. Grabbing your ribcage, he situated upright and started to sit up. You throw yourself against him causing his back to shoulder blades to land back on the ground.

“Tell me no, Damiano. Say the word,” you demanded. He finally exerted some real strength and you found yourself laying on your stomach, right arm held down. Damiano’s other hand was between your shoulder blades.

“Don’t make me lie to you,” he retorts.

“You’ve been lying,” you bite back, part of you satiated by the intensity of the moment. This wasn’t the intimacy you’d be aiming for, but you’d take it. He groans in frustration instead of disputing your claim.

“Damiano, please just –”

“Stop asking so many questions,” he huffs, using his body to press you into the ground. For once you don’t move a muscle, except for the hand that he’s pinning. You fight to get it free, just to lace your fingers together and squeeze like the touch is a life line. It's such a tender gesture that he sighs, exhaling into your hair. The proximity of Damiano’s scent glands is making you swoon.

“Your toes are curling,” he observes, and you flush with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you squeak.

“It's okay,” he whispers, and it's the most affectionate he’s addressed you in over a month. “Was this the goal?” You shake your head, but then remember the actual sex dreams you’d had that started this way.

“At least not consciously.” Dami hums and kisses the back of your head.

“Then what was the goal?” You take a deep breath, already dreading losing the physical contact with the position. Damiano was relaxed enough above you that you could flip onto your back, or perhaps he allowed it. Either way you wrapped your arms and legs around him so forcefully that his hard on bumped your groin. You let out a dramatized moan, underwear sticky. This was supposed to be a position where an alpha could force an omega into submission.

Instead, Damiano squeezed his eyes shut, tensing every muscle as his body began to shift. Apparently dominating this force inside him took precedent over dominating you.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” you begged, hands cupping his jaw.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he grunts, expression twisted. You finally get a glimpse at his eyes which have turned midnight black. He faces away from you, pushing your hands from his cheeks like he isn’t deserving of a bit of tenderness. You hated seeing Damiano disgusted with himself, over something he spent every bit of his sanity controlling.

“This is my other condition,” you demand, lip trembling. Damiano sits back on his heels and you follow him. He’s so conflicted, as if this wasn’t a side of him you’d seen before.

“Baby, you’re safe, I promise,” you coo, crawling up onto his lap.

“I’m safe?” Damia repeats, hysterical. “Last time was a mistake. This is a mistake. Why can’t you just be afraid of me!?” He’s never yelled at you before, but the tone of his voice is so desperate that it's void of intimidation.

“I have no reason to fear you, so I don’t.” You try rationalizing with him, but Damiano hides his expression behind his hands. “Show me your face, Damiano. Let me see you!” you demand, tugging on his wrists. You recalibrate your voice to something less demanding.

“Please don’t hide from me baby.” Finally he drops his hands, expression defensive, probably seeing if he can make you jump. Instead you beam, and there's a deep woundedness in his face.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he murmurs, but you know it's a placeholder for what he means. Inside his own head, a part of Damiano is miles away, running in the opposite to intimacy. You don’t need to see the hazel of his iris to ascertain that.

“Did something happen?” you whisper. Damiano delivers no response, so you cup his face in your hands as delicately as possible. Something had changed. There was a voice in his head louder than yours.

“Did someone hurt you?” Your heart sinks to your stomach, which feels sick. The possibilities of who and how run through your mind at lightning speed. Dami shakes his head, prominent canines and all.

“How do you know that I didn’t do the hurting?” he challenges. At the same time he shifts so it's easier for you to sit on his lap, ever conscious of your comfort. The idea that Damiano was dangerous bordered on comical. He is completely trustworthy and Dami’s expression is transparent. Instead of answering right away, you trace the bridge of his nose with your index finger.

“Maybe you had a good reason.” You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose, then his chin, then the high points of his cheek bones

“There's a good reason that fear response exists. Maybe you should be afraid of me,” he baits. At the surface he’s trying to keep you away, but underneath Dami yearns for you to call his bluff.

“You’re going to hurt me?” You already know the answer, and are just trying to combat the part of Damiano’s brain that wants to hide with reason.

“Never,” he pledges, lip trembling as he finally meets your eyes. “But you shouldn’t just assume –”

“So you think there's something wrong with me?” You cock your eyebrow, while finger-combing your boyfriend’s mused hair and tucking it behind his ears.

“Of course not,” he answers, defensive on your behalf. That makes you smile, so you lean forward and press your forehead to his, brushing your lips against his. Mr. Big Bad Wolf puckers his lips just slightly to kiss you back.

“Should I change the way –”

“Please don’t change,” Damiano interrupts, sounding small, fragile even. “Please don’t change. That’s my condition,” he clears his throat, shifting his hands on your hips. Damiano’s palm’s leave behind warm spots that raise bumps on your skin.

“You’re the only person I know that would ask if something happened to me. Which it didn’t,” he clarifies staunchly. You feel absolutely crestfallen.

“Dami, that makes me so sad.” He just stares at you wide eyed for a moment, and neither of you are sure what to do. You see his eyes go from hazel to charcoal to hazel again. It's indicative of enough internal conflict that you just hug him, and hope that's the right thing to do. He holds you in return, breathing uneven.

“I’m going to tell you something and I don’t want you to respond.”

“Okay,” you nod, kissing his shoulder.

“But you can’t say anything,” he demands, cheek against your head.

“I get it, Damia.”

“You – no one has ever…Y/n, I was so fucking sure that I’d never feel this way.” You hold your breath at the same time. Damiano pets your hair with a shaking hand.

“What happened when I was 15, I try to downplay it, but I realized that – that there’s something wrong with me.”

“There's nothing wrong with you!” Its reflex, even though he’d asked you not to respond. When Damiano had confided that he’d slept with a beta who’d gotten spooked, all you could think is how fucked society was that they’d punish a person like him.

“I told you not to say anything!” He squeezes you so hard you’re surprised it doesn’t dislocate a rib. “That’s why I act this way. I want you to have time to leave if you loose interest.” Who hurt you? You make a sound of indignation and try to pull away to meet your boyfriend's eyes.

“No! Just let me – My point is that I’m giving you an out that you can take whenever you want. I won’t be angry or hold it against you.”

“But, I – okay,” you sigh. Part of you was absolutely furious that Damiano would even offer such a thing the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. Like he was unstable material and you needed a fail safe. The two of you seemed to occupy different worlds at times. You in a world where Damiano was cautious and highly regulated, but in his world Dami felt like a ticking time bomb for reason you had yet to ascertain.

Words weren’t the only way to communicate, and scenting wasn’t allowed. Neither was kissing, but that rule was already broken. Pulling back, you cup Dami’s jaw in your hands and looking into his eyes. The adrenaline of the moment made him switch back to alpha mode, which meant he’d let a wall down in his head somewhere. You lean in close enough that your noses are squished together and allow your lids to fall shut, hands resting on the back of Dami’s neck. You wanted kissing to be his choice too, so you braved the excruciating wait, a couple seconds that dragged on for several eons. Damiano was so close to allowing that sacred intimacy that you craved.

Eyes closed meant you couldn’t see the way this vulnerability affected Dami. You were so head-strong, never soft like this. Lips pouted, cheeks flush, stray hairs forming a halo when backlit from your ceiling light. Damiano had known it was there, but figured it’d take a leap of faith to display it. Instead you knelt in front of him, totally willining. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Your ferocity meant that this was revealed to him only. In a way, he got to possess part of you, the unguarded part. You open your eyes as if to say something, so Damiano finally kisses you to shut you up.

It's a highly effective tactic, but your brain is still going a thousand miles a minute. There’s no simple moving on from Dami’s words and surely he didn’t think that’d be the case. You had no idea who hurt him. Did the entire student body know? Were they whispering about the stupid little 15 year old omega out of her depth with someone out of her league?

“Does everyone at school know what happened?” You say the words into the kiss and Dami sighs, eyes downcast, but you catch a glint of hazel. Not as if your makeout was going well with neither of you in the moment.

“Just one of my friends, Lorenzo. If it was common gossip I’d switch schools again.” Again. You wait for him to elaborate, but he won’t even meet your eyes. Pussy footing around the topic in vague statements and non-answers was irritating. It felt juvenile and that was the antithesis of what you expected from your new boyfriend. Ducking your head to meet his eyes, you found something surprising in his expression: fear. If Damiano was afraid and digging his heels in, there was nothing to be done. You’d have to let this go and revisit it at a better moment.

“Dami, at some point, in the very distant future, you will drive me away by continually making yourself unreachable. That is what’s doing the damage, okay?” He nods, so solemn that you decide to shift the topic so something that’s been nagging at you. “Also, I’m only omegan, y’know? I see other alphas and – and they’re um,” Dami finally raises his piercing gaze to meet yours and your speech is faltering as a consequence. It’s difficult to tell anger from piqued interest with him.

“Other alpha’s, what?”

“They can’t keep their hands off their omega’s,” you sigh, beginning to regret this line of questioning. Dami’s face reveals that this was not the answer he’d anticipated. All the combativeness melts away and you wonder what betrayal he’s been preparing to hear.

“I don’t do that for you and it's hell! Because I fucking crave you so hard and I –”

“Oh, but you do,” he interrupts. “Do you not remember that first day?” When Damiano had confessed that he wanted to own your body, defile you for any future suitors. Your left hand trembled where it rested on his neck and your right started picking at your clothes.

“Well, yeah, but –”

“But what?” He taunts, possessiveness making itself visible.

“But why do you make me feel like I’m violating you all the damn time when all I want is intimacy?” Dami’s face falls, as though he hadn’t anticipated this particular result. It was exhausting, all Damiano’s beautiful words held water like a sinking ship. A tease. That's what was being: describing this fiery passion, but never letting you feel the heat of anger.

“Hey, y/n, I have never felt violated by you and I’m sorry. I am.” He brings your wrist to his lips. You simply allow him to kiss up your arm, becoming more ticklish by the peck. Dami’s mouth moves over your clothed shoulder to your neck. His lips are wet and warm, raising goosebumps. So much so that you realize he’s using his tongue, licking your skin before brushing it with a kiss. You let out a moan, ecstasy only interrupted when he skips over your scent glands. You whine tilting your neck to signify that you craved more. He brings his lips level so a wam breath hits the shell of your ear.

“I don’t trust myself alone with you. And you are too trusting. So I stay in control, because someone has to.”

“Why don’t you trust yourself?” you whisper. “You said you’d never hurt me, I don’t understand.” It feels like your heart is in your throat and you’re choking on it.

“You are so inexperienced that you think injury is the only thing I have to protect you from,” Dami guaffs. Proving a point, your boyfriend moves you off his lap. You’re left sitting awkwardly on your tailbone. Dami manipulates your body as he had earlier, flipping you over using a hand on your mid-back. The moment you land on your front, your entire upper body is slammed into the floor as Damiano presses you into the carpet. His legs trap yours a moment later and it's all so exciting you let out a squeak. This is the way you’d been positioned earlier, this time with far less caution.

“Toes curling again,” he narrates, tone cocky. “It’s so easy to get you worked up and that's why you have to be on suppressants.” Your arms are wrenched up then held too tightly by the wrists. It’s heaven, submitting to Dami’s physicality. He nips the shell of your ear and the curiosity is eating you up.

“Are you –” Before you can finish, you feel canines against your neck. Dami scrapes them across your skin and the sensation makes you shudder. It's so close to where he would bite to mate you and giving into him is second nature. You can nearly turn your brain onto the auto-pilot that is omega headspace.

“Without the implant you’d have soaked through your pants by now. You know that right?” He snaps his teeth by your ear, causing your face to get so hot that the sensation mimicked a sunburn. “Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Begging me to breed you with your pants still on.” He tsked in mock displeasure, resituating so he knee was pressed between your legs. Tilting your hips just slightly, you press your clit to Damiano’s clothes knee cap. Using his grip on your wrists, Dami pulled your arms straight up over your head, essentially immobilizing you.

“Did I say you could rub your omegan pussy on me, y/n?” You freeze completely, sweating as your body tries to relieve the fever of arousal. You search yourself for the shame that should be present, but locating it takes a couple seconds. While delayed, when it does hit you all you want is to disappear.

“I’m sorry,” you mewl, voice shaky. Your hands are trembling and Dami releases them, while finally resting his lower body against yours. His erection pressed into your back.

“The way you feel right now?”

“Mhm,” you nod obediently.

“This is how you make me feel everytime we touch. Every. Fucking. Time,” he snarls, like he’s angry at you personally. “I don’t want to make love to you, I want to knot you until you cry. That's how this, us, makes me feel. You’d have to beg me to stop.” His knee is wedged between your legs again and you have to fight your body’s urges. “Go ahead,” he purrs, like he can read your mind. You arch your lower back and press against Dami, nails wracking down the carpet as you whine into the floor.

“Dami, please. Please!” You beg without anything in particular in mind, just the knowledge that a surface to rub your clothed groin against wasn’t enough.

“Because I don’t care if I fuck you so raw it hurts. I don’t care if I make you sore. I try to care, but I don’t!” His hysteria from the first day is back. Your boyfriend’s tone is familiar: this is how he sounds when he’s afraid of losing control to lust. You reach out for the hand that had held you down. Having these many layers of clothes separating you was hell and you didn’t want to slip into omega headspace like this. The idea makes you frantic, but Damiano intertwines your fingers and kisses the back of your head. It's so tender that you’re not expecting the words that follow.

‘Baby,” he coos, voice affectionate instead of conflicted. “I want to breed you until you can feel my seed behind your belly button.” He slides a hand under your body, caressing your stomach as he speaks. “I want to knot you over and over, so your tummy feels warm and full from my cum. I wanna fill you so many times that it's dripping down my cock, because you can’t fit another load. Do you understand? For hours,” he hisses. Dami’s grip on your hand becomes tight, urgent. You begin to tremble, flooded with hormones, even without being scented. The proximity was incredibly powerful with a dynamic so chaste.

Dami knew just how to take care of you. Pressing your into the floor with his body weight was deeply satiating. You were surrounded by his smell, his presence, his warmth. If it weren’t for Damiano’s words propelling you into such a heightened space, you might close your eyes and slip into a meditative state. Even now, less than two months in, Dami’s body was the tuning fork you adjusted to. Without realizing it, your eyes had closed, savoring the sensation of your alpha’s labored breath hitting the back of your neck.

“I want to mark you until you overflow.” It stings behind your eyes, the knowledge that Damiano is not going to mark you with his semen, that he’s not going to knot you. That you’re going to remain empty and barren inside when not only is your boyfriend capable of meeting your every desire, he’s actually fighting off the urge with every ounce of decency. He’s described heaven and is going to leave you starving for his touch. There's no convincing Dami otherwise, either. It's a powerlessness that debilitates you.

“Uh, Damiano, you can’t just say that shit. It's not fair! It’s not fair,” you mewl.

“I’m – I’m sorry. I shouldn't have –”

“Fuck sorry!” you exclaim choking on the first sob. “It's cruel! I’m so lonely and you can do something about it, but instead you torture me.” His words are making you feel things for the first time, like the throb of your reproductive organs. Other sensations of arousal fade into the background and the emptiness inside you resonates and leaves you uneasy.

Dami’s body is suddenly gone from yours and you turn over in search of him. Once on your back, you find Damiano waiting for you. He settles between your legs, examining every corner of your expression for something like rejection. Of course he doesn’t find it. His attentions do make you gather yourself, however. Dami’s cock twitches against your hip when it accidentally brushes there. It doesn’t affect his expression however, which is fixated on you. Curious, you reach up and touch his sharp canines. Consequently, Dami makes a point of covering his teeth and you pout.

“Y/n,” he half-heartedly warns, sounding crushed by the burden of hypervigilance.

“If they’re actually sharp don’t you ever hurt yourself?” you wonder. Damiano sighs, and in his voice you can hear a waning conviction. It compels you to refocus.

“I – I just…can we just hang out once a week or something?” You boop his nose as punctuation, trying to make the moment more light hearted. Damiano bites his lip in thought, which turns up into a smile and you know you’ve won.

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees. Contained in his dark expression is a fondness that still surprises you everytime. Your boyfriend lowers himself, then collapses onto you.

“Oof,” you exclaim, as he lays his head on your chest. Damiano ceases moving altogether, except for his evening breaths. You pet his hair, which smelled like it needed a wash, and felt Dami truly relax against you. Sure this wasn’t the ruthless fucking you’d have perferred, but moments of sweetness with Damiano deserved charising. He so rarely was unguarded.

“You know you’re the only one I can do this with,” he murmurs.

“Cuddle?” Damiano snorts a laugh.

“Not worry about how I look.” Dami clarifies, “whether I’m a hideous beast or not.” Your face twists in dislike of such detrimental language and you jostle Dami around in retribution.

“Okay, okay,” laments, nuzzling against your chest. “Whether I’m going to scare away children.” You take a second to evaluate if this is a fair descriptor which leaves Damiano feeling victorious. “Ah ha! You can’t argue with that one!”

“Werewolf Dami,” you try, thinking of his canines.

“Vampire Damiano,” he chuckles. A stroke of genius hits you.

“Vampiriano!”

“Ah!” he cheers, pumping a fist in the arm before wrapping that arm around you. You repeat the name in a sing-song voice, trying to find the perfect cadence.

“Fuck, I’m never gonna live this down,” Damiano groans in regret. “Only you would think of calling me Vampiriano.”

“Mhm, no refunds, returns, or exchanges,” you quip.

“It's okay. Your annoying sense of humor is one of the reasons I chose you.” He kisses you on the cheek and wraps his other arm around you as well. The phrase “I chose you” has you smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. Before you can craft a response, Dami speaks again.

“You’re also the only one I can cuddle with, I guess,” he muses. You wrap your arms tightly around him. Humans weren’t built to survive without assuring physical touch, but that was especially true for alpha and omegas. You snuggled with your friends' sleepovers Your mom or Cleo (when she wasn’t in a mood) would stroke, brush, and braid your hair or rub your back.

“What about when you have a headache? Doesn’t your mom or dad -?”

“They’re great, but…it’s kinda tense,” he sighs. “So I just avoid it. That's how I learned about pressure points. Cause my brother is like the golden child and I’m…”

“The difficult one?” you supply. He chuckles at the similarity and groans, adjusting so his forehead is pressed to your neck.

“No wonder you’re always in a shit mood.” Damiano was probably lonelier than you in a sense. A person can have lots of sex with lots of people, but hookups don’t allow a connection to form. It doesn't nurture.

“I’m not always in a shit mood!”

“This is the second time I’ve seen you relaxed, ever.” However, his body is a lot of weight pressing you into the hard floor. “Do you think the world would end if we cuddled on the bed?” Damiano lets out a melodramatic wine, oh so burdened. You move to get up and are immobilized as Dami wraps you in a straight-jacket sort of embrace. If he kept seeking out your touch so openly maybe you could make peace with the floor.

He rolls over so you’re on top, laying part of the way under the bed. Getting to laze on your boyfriend’s chest, wrapped in his arms, was quieting any other aspirations.

“See? Isn’t this nice?”

“Dami, I genuinely can’t remember the last time I vacuumed this spot.”

“Uh! Fine.” He loosens the embrace, so you gracelessly sit back on your heels. On the way up you notice that his expression is normal again. Your hand brushes by his still erect cock accidently. The smirk falls from your face as you stand and the seat of your underwear brushes against your body. It's wet, cold, and very unpleasant. You must cringe.

“What? My dick?” Damiano sits on your mattress, eyebrows raised.

“No, my underwear.” You decide against being coy and uncomfortable. “I’m gonna change so close eyes now,” you warn. “I mean, if you want.”

“What? Can’t you do that somewhere else?” Dami splutters.

“Besides my bedroom?” He sighs, and the mattress creaks as Damiano falls back against it. There are way too many options as you face your closet, but you decide on the safe one: cute and comfy.

“What’s taking so long?” your boyfriend whines. He’s just asking you to tease him with that one.

“I can’t decide between the black lace thong and going commando.” He lets out a forlorn wail that makes you snicker.

“Don’t push it, you’ll lose mattress privileges, and we’ll go back to the floor.”

“Are we going to keep pretending that there's anything we can do on the bed that can’t also be done on the floor?” You tease, finishing getting dressed.

“Rug burn.”

“You wouldn’t let me get rug burn.”

“I –” Damiano huffs in defeat. “I will revoke flat surfaces privileges!” You turn around, scowling. “Ha! What are you gonna do now?” Dami is hot when he’s cocky. He’s propped up on his elbows, so you start unbuttoning your shirt while maintaining eye contact.

“Hng, holy hell.” Admittedly, you did enjoy all the attention. “Are those my necklaces?” You look down at yourself, having forgotten you were adorned with Dami’s jewelry after wearing it for so long.

“Uh, yeah. You left it here last time.” Out of all things, this makes you feel shy.

“I know.”

“Oh…why didn’t you ask for them?” Damiano rubs this brass plate between his index and thumb when you’re close enough. He sighs, smiling slightly, like he’s made a concession with himself.

“If I ever really needed it…I guess it was comforting.”

“To know that I’m wearing them?”

“To know that I had an excuse to come back here and see you.” Your breath catches in your throat. ‘“But I also like the idea of you wearing them.” Dami switches to the bird pendant, rotating it so your bedroom light hits the charm at different angles.

“Because they’re yours,” you conclude. He tilts his head to the side and purses his lips.

“Yes, but because if someone else ever took off your clothes –”

“No one else is taking off my clothes,” you retort, slightly offended that he’d doubt your faithfulness.

“But if someone did, they’d know that…that you belonged to someone.” A year ago, you could have met this language with a diatribe about how you were your own person, and nobody’s possession. Now you understand that Damiano didn’t want to possess you to put you in a box, but to know that when you were out in the world, you were tethered to him only.

“I know I belong to someone.” Seemingly lost for words, Damiano pulls you in for a long kiss. It’s slow and sensual, assisted by the fact that you’re finally getting a rhythm together. Your boyfriend guides you towards him with a firm hand on your lower back. Rearranging your bodies with your eyes closed is a challenge. As Dami pulls you close you bump into his bent knee, and end up kneeling upright, positioned mostly over his lap. This puts you above him, and he allows this despite the power dynamic. Once you become too emboldened he pushes you down, into a horizontal position and you submit happily.

Damiano gets a grip on your thigh, pulling your sideways, and bringing his leg up to meet you. He wedges it between your thighs against your pussy, as he had earlier, but this time much more couscous of positioning. Even though your sweats, the pressure had you slicking up for the first time since getting your HSIUD. It reminded you of when you’d first discovered how these parts of you worked, and would straddle the arm of your reading chair, and rub back and forth. By the time you understood why it felt so good you’d started producing slick and had to find other ways to get off.

“What you…are you trying to give me blue balls?”

“Earlier you liked this,” Damiano answers, confused. He wedges his leg up higher and your lips part without permission. You fight the urge to grind down, unsure if you’re allowed.

“I can’t take you getting me worked up again for nothing” you pant. “I’m already gonna have to masturabate for like an hour when you leave. That's very labor intensive for me. I think it might qualify as cardio.” Even with your humorous delivery, Damiano is reeling. His eyes are wide, staring through you instead of at you while his mind supplies him with every possible visual at 60 mph. Since he’s preoccupied you get up and lock the door.

“Take all your clothes off,” he demands. You’re more than happy to comply, stripping down to just your underwear on the way back to the bed. Once you’ve joined him on the mattress you slowly unbutton his shirt. The cold air on your breasts makes your nipples hard and Dami notices.

“We can do it your way,” he rushes. “No hard rules, just deciding together.” This is an unexpectedly splendid turn of events. The weight of the moments hits you. Damiano had never allowed himself to operate without rules with you before.

“Can I take off your clothes?” He nods adamantly, so you undo the clasp of his trousers and pull down the zipper slowly. He’s totally erect so you’re careful not to harm the equipment.

“Lift your hips,” you request softly. First the pants come off, then the shirt joins them at the end of the bed. Damiano’s socks don’t match: one has pizzas printed on it and the other is just navy. It’s humanizing that you’re beaming as you peel those off too.

“Can’t be wearing socks,” he comments, obviously nervous. “If I’d known I woulda…they would have matched.”

“It’s funny you mention that because mismatched socks are actually a dealbreaker for me.”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Mhm.” You give Damiano a kiss, and he’s so eager that he shucks off his boxers during. You lay beside him and shimmy out of your underwear. Now you’re both totally naked. Dami’s chest heaves as he takes in deep breaths of your smell. Your slick won’t be nearly as powerful, but it still seems plenty potent based on his reaction.

“Okay, what next?’ you prompt, nosing around his scent glands. Dami’s Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows hard.

“Well, what are you up for?” Damiano's voice is constrained. He’s nervous.

“I’m up for literally anything,” you purr, kissing Dami. He doesn’t kiss you back, so you cup his face in your hands and search his expression.

“You think you are, but you’re not ready for a knot or to be marked. Sex is too much of a risk,” he states firmly. You’re about to argue him that you can have sex without any of the omega-alpha stuff. However, it dawns on you that regardless of your excuse, if someone insisted upon having sex with you after you’d expressly refused, it would make you incredibly uncomfortable. Damiano had repeated this doctrine so much you’d grown numb to it.

“Whatever you want.” He takes a deep breath, visibly calmer. “We don’t do anything unless we both really want to,” you remind him, with a pointed look.

“Obviously, of course. I would never –”

“I know,” you interrupt, holding up a hand. “Baby, it’s okay if you’re not ready. You can stop trying to convince me that I’m not ready. I am ready. You’re not and that's totally fine.” Admittedly, you hadn’t expected an alpha to be anything less than sexuall aggressive. He scoffs, not meeting your eyes.

“C’mon y/n, I’m not – I’m not like…” Dami sighs and his face falls as he gives up the charade.

“You don’t owe me an explanation.” Trying to soothe, you run your fingers through Damiano’s hair as he refuses to meet your eyes. You use the opportunity to kiss all the high points of his face: nose, cheek bones, forehead, chin. In an effort to communicate intimacy and affectionate touch can be achieved nonsexually and fully dressed.

“Do you want to just put our clothes on and watch a movie?”

“Fuck no,” he answers right away, pulling you flush against him. “Theres so many ways I wanna make love to you without having sex.” That knocks the wind right out of you as does Dami’s kiss. He shoves his right hand between your bodies and situated it against your cunt. With his mouth on your neck, Dami presses his middle finger inside. He moans against you at the feeling of the engorged tissue, the give, the heat of your body, the easy slip, the soft skin. His hands are larger than yours, so after a minute of fingering, he finds your scent glands. Damiano pushed two digits in and the stretch ached. You loved that he was rushing your body.

After finding the perfect spots for stimulation, Dami didn’t massage your scent glands. He simply pressed down, hard. The slick ran down his hand and every muscle in your face relaxed. Your eyes fell closed, mouth open. Damiano released for a moment, then applied pressure again and your body reacted the same way. You’d have to change the sheets. But maybe you didn’t want to.

“You need to touch yourself more,” Dami directed. “You’re way too pent up, baby. Feel how wet you just got?” An odd puckering sound made you open your eyes to Damiano sucking your slick off his fingers. He brings two fingers to swipe over your entrance, up your vulva, and to your clit. The stimulation makes your pelvis jolt and like the self-indulgent bastard he is, your boyfriend takes his time licking you off his fingers, not even two inches from your face.

“Why don’t you let yourself release more often? Your body deserves it, baby.”

“Because I can’t fucking stimulate my scent glands, Dami!” He seems to remember the predicament you faced on the phone a few days ago. Damiano smirks and you know whatever he’s just thought of will be your problem in the near future. Uspering the moment, you get a grip on the base of his cock, which levels the playing field. Seeing his mouth part in pleasure reminds you of something missing from the moment.

“Stop holding back the change.” Dami huffs and shifts immediately. It's thrilling to watch his canines elongate in real time.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He moans as you try to work his cock. In fact, he’s enjoying it so much that his hand falls from between your legs. After a few strokes you whine in protest to remind your boyfriend of his shirk duties.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he huffs. “This isn’t gonna work how we want it to.” You know it's true, but don’t want to reposition further away from each other. After so long without touch from your alpha, your body was singing at this proximity. Everything felt a little better, a little more intense.

“Lets try what we were before,” he pants, adjusting the tangled mess that was your interwound legs. He wedges his thigh between yours and you know exactly what he's trying to do. It takes some initiative on your part. You scoot up, then use a grip on the back of Damiano’s knee cap to adjust the angle so your clit is pressed to his skin. At first grinding up and down his leg is awkward, but your body seems to remember. For a moment you’re lost in sensation. It’d been so long since you reached orgasam this way that you’d forgotten how satiating of a sensation it was.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Dami presses his leg against your body, providing wonderful resistance for you to work with. The warmth of his skin and his coarse leg hair also helped. Once you’d found your rhythm you pressed your forehead to Dami’s, looking down at his hand working his cock. Your thigh repeatedly nudged his ball sack. You didn’t know if it was helping, but you sure hoped you were facilitating his orgasam in some way.

Naturally, without meaning to, without consciously thinking about it, you started scenting each other. It wasn’t until things started to get hazy that you noticed something had changed. Maintaining good momentum was hard because your limbs felt like jelly. You started whining in distress because this was a sensation you recognized. “Kitten, what's wrong?”

“I don’t want to go into headspace,” you whimpered.

“You’re not going to headspace, you’re staying right here with me,” he assured confidently. You shortened your strokes, racing towards orgasam. The pace of Damiano’s arm sped up as well. It was so easy to get to the edge with Dami, but then you got stuck. It was a battle to find that elusive last bit of stimulation to finish. You started kicking at the sheets. Then your feet got tangled and you kicked harder in frustration.While you could feel tension in your throat, you weren’t really aware of what sounds were coming out.

“I know kitten, you’re doing such a good job.” Damiano’s voice was in your ear. “I know you need a knot and you deserve it too. A nice, thick knot for my kitten. I’m sorry.” Exhausted, your lower body starts to slow. Dami disregards his cock in favor of helping you, hands tilting your hips back and forth. After a moment, he abandons that endeavor and works a hand inside you. With your pussy stuck to his thigh, it’s an undertaking, but Dami finds you scent glands with his fingers and finally your body releases.

He cums at some point, you assume, because Dami’s spunk splashes onto your stomach and chest. One hand has ended up in his hair, pulled so closer you were practically smothering each other in a moment of climax. Your other hand was free. High from the scenting and the orgasam, you dip your finger into viscous fluid. It’s still hot, so you drag a finger up to your nipple, because it hasn’t received much attention. The tip of your index finger spreads it around your areola. You hum in satisfaction, looking back down to your stomach, where the majority of the cum remains.

Curious about how he tastes, you suck the cum off the necklaces’ pendants. It tastes salty of course, but there's also a musk that's unique to Damiano. The same scent is in his body odor. Your index and middle finger settle in a streak just above your pubic mound. Your brain seems to make a decision for you. You find yourself dragging the spunk through your pubic hair and down onto your vulva, before inserting your fingers inside yourself. Sadly, it doesn’t feel any different so you sigh, abandoning that focus.

Dami gasps next to you, so close you’re still touching in seven different places. You look up at his face and find a feral, gnawing hunger in his wide eyes. Something has shocked him. Maybe your actions, maybe the beast inside. Either way, something has shaken his morals to the core.

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 31

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,6k

18+, minors do not interact

Face to face, chest to chest, eyes locked fiercely, melting lips. He was all around you, all over you. His smell, slight perfume but not too much, a bit worn out over the day, mixed with the faint scent of his body and sweat. All you saw were the white strands of his hair. You never asked really, was he an albino? You can surely contemplate that while having the snowy curls caressing your face. Or at least you could if not his dick delightfully deep inside, taking your mind away from anything that isn’t him.

“You. Are. Gorgeous.” He spat out every word between his trusts, you only humming in response, your voice cracking into a moan.

You came, then he came, then you both just laid there so very close to each other. After a while Sanemi stood up and after a quick shower you both just crashed back on the bed.

“Wanna do something?” He asked, looking at you, his messy head drowning in the soft pillow.

“Yeah, we can. A movie?”

“Sure, just a moment.”

Once again he was hugging you breathing slowly on the top of your head.

“Don’t get me wrong, I won’t go around with a sign ‘I date Sanemi’. Just because we agreed to act normally about the relationship…” Oh, the word finally got out of your mouth unobscured.” …doesn’t mean I want to be loud about it. That would be an exaggeration in the other way.”

“Kay, I’ll make them aware just fine.”

“No, nah, not a chance. Stop with that possessiveness or I’ll really just take back my words about that whole girlfriend thing.” You propped up on your elbows. “I’m serious. If you ever do any shit similar to that Tomioka thing I’ll be seriously upset.”

He gave that thought a few seconds.

“Okay.” The man rolled his eyes.

“If someone asks then yes, tell them you have a girlfriend. If they don’t then why even start the topic. It’s like showing off your newborn, no one likes that.” You scrunch your nose.

“That’s kind of a good point.” Sanemi finally admitted.

It was full on spring by the time your tongue wouldn’t slip while talking about Sanemi as your boyfriend. At least in front of your mirror, you hadn’t really told anyone yet, the two of you nearly three weeks into the established relationship. It honestly flew by in an instant. Go to uni, get done with homework, meet with Sanemi outside of his apartment if Genya was there or more intimately when he was gone. You didn’t push his brother’s topic, when the time comes he’ll introduce you. You also agreed that Sanemi will not help you with college stuff. You still had to retake the course but the new lecturer was smiley and a bit timid like early morning sun, and took no interest in the whole situation, or at least pretended he didn’t. None of your friends asked about it, on the other hand none knew apart from the familiar group, Aoi, Kanao and Zenitsu. They never mentioned it when you all gathered with Tanjiro, Nezuko and Inosuke. It could have been that the matter will never see the daylight if Tanjiro doesn’t ask but there’s also a high chance he finally will. But let that rest for now.

It was an uneventful month which made you feel lightheaded, quickly forgetting about the unpleasantness of the past. Tomioka was also gone for some time. He had some sort of a conference to attend as well as representing the university in a series of events, thus your lab meetings stopped. Sanemi seemed happy about it but you wished you could just get the matter straight and continue the rather beneficent occurrence. Well, you had to wait for the nosy black haired to come back. You also felt like you fell out with Anna. It felt like ages since the two of you last met or even talked. Nonetheless, you never did anything yourself about the situation. You came to the conclusion that the new friend group made you feel way more comfortable than Ann and her scheming. Yes, you still did party with them, maybe even more than earlier, but it always felt like you were a part of the circle, not being left out as soon as you don’t feel like getting a blackout out of drunkenness at nearly every party. Guess it’s better that way.

All was good until, of course, it wasn’t. At some point you honestly felt as if the universe had taken you under the microscope the moment you locked eyes with Sanemi that day, waiting in the line behind the dumb girl.

“No way.” Your hands clenched the tall glass cup in excitement. “He agreed to meet with you alone? How did you get it out of that dense guy?”

“I don’t know.” Kanao’s voice was as quiet as ever yet, there was a light thrill to be heard in it. “It was an impulse, like if I don’t say it now I never will.” Oh you knew something about that.

Your girly trio was just in the middle of a ‘fancy’ meetup in a way too expensive cafe. That's why you settled for a simple coffee. The sun poured you with golden rays warm enough to get you all out to the cafe garden. Kanao was just telling you how she managed to ask Tanjiro if he would like to spend some time with her, only her. He said yes which was a huge milestone for the situation.

“Did you think about something yet?” You asked.

You had the feeling that you were more interested in the topic than Aoi. On the other hand she must have been living this drama for such a long time now that you didn’t really blame her, especially taking her character into consideration. If she was the one crushing on Tanjiro she would have already taken him, preferably by the collar with no whining. You were kinda interested about her love life but not so nosy as to ask.

“No, he told me he’d text.” Kanao whispered as if it was something bad.

“I mean, that’s cool but you can ask him out yourself. I’ve heard they’re starting with the outdoor cinema shortly if the weather is nice. Maybe you two can go?” You really didn’t want to be too pushy but the timid girl really needed to act up if she wanted the guy. It’s not just a mans’ job to ask out and entertain.

“Maybe.” Was all she answered.

Let's just give it a little bit of time.

Idiot: Ramen 7 o’clock?

You opened the chat with Sanemi and happily responded to his offer. It was just so good that the two of you could meet in public without any fear. The public opinion still lingered somewhere at the back of your mind. At one point someone will come after you and call you out on sleeping with your lecturer but you had the very Sanemi by your side to help you ignore those voices. Or maybe it will be you keeping him from smashing someone's face. Either way you’ll get through it.

Idiot: Can I call you for a sec? Nothing important.

You were just about to write a ‘yes’ when another notification popped up.

Tanjiro: I need your help real quick. Do you mind calling?

Shoot. Weighing the options you went for Tanjiro, I mean, he specifically wrote he needed help while Sanemi most likely was just bored.

Reply to Idiot: Sorry but Tanjiro just asked whether I can call him quickly, he needs help with something. Don’t get too mad, I still feel bad for lying to him!

You went for a face call with Tanjiro. When you saw your face lit up on the screen you snorted. Lying in your bed with your head against the wall, looking down on the phone resting on your chest you looked like a potato. Tanjiro was presenting himself better, sitting straight in a chair, his face illuminated by a blue light, guess a computer screen.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“This may sound weird but I don’t feel like asking Nezuko about it so help me out.” He started, looking at the phone from time to time. “I'm thinking about going on a date with this girl and I need advice about it.”

Oh. My. God. If not the face call you would have already texted Kanao that it’s happening.

“Yeah, no problem.”

“So, I need a place. I was thinking cafe but it just sounds boring.” He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Oh, the outside cinema is starting next week, you can also go to the zoo or for a picnic in the park…” You started listing options that came to your mind.

“Ah, too many.” Tanjiro scrunched his nose. “I do have some other things in mind but I need something specific.” He seemed to be thinking for a while. “Okay, just tell me what your perfect date would look like. I honestly trust you on this one. Just maybe think of something in your taste but with a romantic vibe.”

“Who’s that girl?!”

“Won’t tell you.”

Of course it’s Kanao. He asks you because he knows the two of you got closer and you talk a lot. Aoi is kinda hard to approach when it comes to love life so you were the obvious choice. You may know what Kanao would want. That's why he asks about your perfect date as in Kanaos perfect date. Another thing is him saying about the romantic twist. He knows Kanao is less party-like. Now you honestly don’t know whether to tell her or to keep it a secret for the sake of a surprise. That actually sounds better. Later you will tell her that Tanjiro called you and all just to show how much he cares. Perfect.

“Okay, give me a sec.” Think, what would Kanao like? Then, it hit you. “Dude, dude! This localisation. Wait.” You quickly sent him the details to the very same botanical garden thay Sanemi once took you. It must be in full bloom right now! Kanao will love it. “It’s a beautiful botanical garden not so far away from here. I was there once but it was winter so I didn’t get to see the outside garden. I would love for someone to take me on a date there.” Jokes on you. “Then dinner. You can pick a nice place or cook something for the both of you. Cooking is good because it involves you taking her to your place, heh.”

Tanjiro gave you a raised brow look at the last comment, but you shrugged it off.

“Did anyone ever tell you how pure you are?” You snickered at him.

“Would you sleep with a guy on your first date?” He asked you, now looking straight on the phone.

“It depends. If I knew him and liked him and we would both agree that the night may end like that it would be more exciting. With a random Tinder or something like that? Nah, probably not.” Quickly, strike while the iron is hot, give Kanao a possibility to get laid. “If you’re friends with that girl, and don’t freak out, I think I know who it is…” He did freak out with a wide-eyed look. “...then it’s a matter of asking. There's nothing wrong with sex outside of a relationship, isn’t it?” You were on a streak with those jokes today.

“No, nothing wrong.” He answered with a nod.

“Then just, I don’t know, signal her at the beginning, fetch out if she's into it or not. Asking whether she’d rather eat in a restaurant or at your place, and I mean your place, is a good start. Just make things straight from the beginning. And don’t be weird if she says no!”

Tanjiro laughed softly.

“Thanks, that was actually great advice.”

“Are you free on Saturday?” Sanemi asked while the two of you were slurping ramen in a nice, warm coloured ramen shop.

“What, can’t get enough of me?” You laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“There’s someone who would like to meet you and they won’t let me live my life if I don’t arrange it quickly.” A heavy, tired grunt left his throat, as if it was an everyday pain in the ass. You on the other side felt more excited, or maybe stressed?

“Whose that?”

“An old friend of mine. I told you we had a tight-knit group while I was going to uni myself. They’re one of them. Some blonde bastard that I call a friend spilled out about me having a girlfriend.”

You think you knew that blonde bastard of a friend.

“It’s actually about time to meet with the old idiots so I thought you could just come with me.” He gave you a questioning look from over his steaming bowl.

“You mean your friends?”

“Yeah, you know some of them. Kyojuro, I mean Rengoku, you also met Tengen. He’ll bring his wifes so it’s not like you’ll be the only one outside of the group. Shinobu and Kanae don’t come to these anymore. Oh, the big crying guy that was sitting during our witch trial, his name is Gyomei and two others that you don’t know. Grab some drinks is all.”

You felt like choking on the long noodles but you slowly got used to Sanemi being Sanemi. He found such things easy, such social situations.

“You want me to go drinking with a bunch of lecturers that might possibly teach me in the future?”

“Oh come on, for fucks sake. Drinking with professors is not a crime. At least it’s way less than sleeping with them.” He winked at you and you swore you wanted to scratch that pale eye of his out of its socket. “Besides, that one idiot that’s so eager to meet you also wants to see Genya. She’s talking some nonsense about him being a ‘big boy’ now. Like that little shit still can’t fold his damn underwear.” Who folds their underwear? And, that person is a she, good to know, at least there will be some woman in the group. “Because of that I’ll host it at my place.”

That piece of information made you breathe out in relief. At least you’ll be in a secluded familiar place where no one will bump into you. Also, Genya will be there and he’s around your age and also a student. Oh, Genya will be there… the sacred brother. Now you didn’t know what stressed you more, the bunch of lecturers or Genta himself.

“Well, then I look forward to Saturday.” That was true, nevermind the small flips of your stomach, it could be nice, you’ve gotta be brave.

Later the same week you got another text from Tanjiro.

Tanjiro: Hey, you wanna grab lunch on Saturday? Inosuke really wants to go to this new gaming themed place and I have to say it’d be nice to have some outside company. Besides, he’s kinda fond of you I guess so he won’t throw a fuss. It’s a short train ride, only to XXX station.

Yikes, Saturday. You wanted to spend some time getting ready before the big evening. On the other hand lunch and the party at Sanemi’s were several hours apart, you could go see them for two hours. Maybe you could take your outfit and make-up with you and just get ready at Sanemi’s house.

Respond to Tanjiro: No problem. Just, I prefer an earlier hour.

“Oh my fucking god, Sanemi please come pick me up, please.” You sobbed quietly on the phone.