#LOOK AT HARU'S LITTLE BROTHER!

[sassycheesecake]

Your seven-year-old son Haruto is currently watching 'Bluey' on the carpet in the living room, eating his Lucky Charms cereal, when both you and Tetsurō walk into the living room.

"Bud, put the TV on mute, we need to talk about something." Tetsurō crosses his arms and you stand next to him with a smile on your face.

Haruto frowns and puts his unfinished bowl down, looking at you and your husband.

"Am I in trouble?" The little ravenette asks, looking a little bit scared that he did something wrong.

"You’re not in trouble, Haruto. Your mum and I wanted to… deliver some news." Tetsurō tries to comfort him but it only makes the little ravenette feel worse.

"Okay?…" You can see that your son pales a little bit and you’re scared he’s going to throw up on the carpet on how nervous he looks.

You crouch down to his level, your smile comforting his uneasiness a little bit.

"You’re going to be a big brother Haruto. We're having a baby." Your gentle voice calms him down a little bit more and Haruto understands and begins to frown.

"But I don’t want a sibling."

Kuroo sighs and scratches the side of his neck, looking at you for help.

You gave your husband an annoyed look before looking at your son again with a smile.

"Haru, I know this change may be scary but I am sure that you will be as excited as me and daddy when we welcome your little sibling into the world." You ruffle his black messy hair and when your posture is straight again, Haruto can see a very little bump on the lower part of your stomach. He actually thought that maybe you ate a little bit too much of food from last week but since you’re about to change, the little ravenette feels like his world is going to change as well. And not in a good way.

You and Kuroo leave the room and Haruto tries to focus on his show again, but the thought of having to share everything with another kid in the household is making his stomach twist with jealousy.

The next morning after you left for your ultrasound appointment, Kuroo stays behind to watch your son while also having to work from home.

Haruto walks over to see his dad at the kitchen table, working as it seems.

He holds his penguin plushie close to his chest when he starts talking to his father.

"Dad?" Haruto looks at his father, who is typing a lot down on his laptop with a concentrated face.

"Hm?" Tetsurō keeps his face focused on his laptop, writing something down on his notepad that lays next to it.

"When does my new brother arrive?" Haruto asks curiously.

"Well, we don’t know yet and we don’t know if you get a brother or a sister."

"Why not? I thought you said I will have a sibling?" Haruto‘s face scrunches up a bit.

"I know. But it’s too early for that to know, buddy. Mum has to grow your sibling and until her stomach gets a little bit bigger, we don’t know for sure yet if it’s going to be a girl or a boy." Tetsurō looks at his son from his peripheral vision, seeing that his son's face angers up a bit.

"I don’t want a sister."

"Well, mum can’t influence that either. Why are you against having a sibling anyway? Mum and Dad thought you would be happy about the news."

Haruto looks down at his bare feet, losing the grip on his plushie.

"A brother or sister would mean I have to share my room, my food and you and mommy." Haruto mutters in shame, a hint of hurt and sadness mixed in his words.

Kuroo sighs, turning around so he fully faces his son.

"I know that change can be scary, Haru. But I promise you, once your sibling arrives, you’re going to be happy to have one. Think about uncle Bo, he has four kids. All of them are happy that they have each other." Kuroo says with a little smile.

"But they fight over food and their toys sometimes." Haruto explains while looking up at his father.

"I know but even mum and I fight sometimes. It’s normal to fight with someone sometimes. It would NOT be normal if they never fight or if they fight all the time. When I was your age, my mum, your grandma, and my dad would fight all the time. In the end, it was just me and your grandma. Your dad only had uncle Kenma as a friend in the beginning and back then, I would have done anything to have a sister or a brother."

Haruto looks at his father with a sad expression, tears starting to collect in his eyes as he runs to his father and hugs his legs very tightly.

Kuroo is quite shocked by the action but chuckles heartily as he cards his fingers through Haruto's hair, comforting him.

Haruto calms down and accepts the fact that he will be a big brother.

Over the next few months, Haruto watches the change in his mother, physically and emotionally.

Your stomach begins to grow more and you cry over the silliest things. (At least in Tetsurō‘s opinion)

You cried a full hour because a butterfly hit your windshield, your husband brought you your favorite flowers and you felt nauseous after smelling them, causing you to feel bad because you can’t enjoy them, saying that Tetsurō wasted his money. You’re eating the weirdest and most disgusting food combinations, sometimes having corn dogs and dipping them in Joghurt or other times especially in the mornings, you eat hot flaming Cheetos with mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Right now, Haruto looks in concern with his hazel eyes at you, as you are eating vanilla ice cream with tuna chunks in it.

"Mum, why can you have ice cream for breakfast and I can’t?" Haruto pouts.

Kuroo snorts behind the rim of his coffee mug.

"You’re not concerned about the tuna in the ice cream?" He chuckles as he looks between you and his son.

You continue to savor the food in your mouth when you shot your husband a nasty glare for that comment.

It makes Kuroo gulp in nervousness.

"I am craving this. Now be quiet and let me enjoy my food, Tetsū." You snap at him.

"Yes, ma'am." Kuroo replies with a shaky voice.

Haruto glances between the two of you and giggles at the exchange between his parents.

Exactly four months later, Haruto is sitting in front of the entrance door, anxiously waiting for his parents to come back.

Kenma is watching him, since your water broke in the middle of last night, having to go to the hospital for delivering Haruto's baby sister.

Currently, the dyed blonde is gaming on his Nintendo switch when he looks over at his godchild. Haruto is sitting in front of the door like a dog waiting for its owner to get home. He looks incredibly worried and rightfully so, since last night was pretty hectic and you looked in so much pain that all Haruto wanted to do was comfort you.

Before Haruto knew it though, his father called Kenma in a panic and not even twenty minutes later, the pro gamer showed up at their doorstep. He was never that fast at their house.

With a last quick goodbye, you and Kuroo were out the door and it’s already been over 15 hours.

Haruto did not like this one bit.

You were in pain and it was caused by his stupid sibling that he was actually excited for.

Kenma is very tired after being woken up by the former Middle Blocker at 1 am last night but still, he needed to watch Kuroo’s son.

Nekoma's former Setter is looking at him for a few more minutes until he decides that they should do something, to get Haruto’s mind off a bit.

"Hey little gremlin, want to watch some SpongeBob?" He offers.

Haruto looks at Kenma and gets up from his sitting position to join the former Setter on the couch.

During an episode, Kenma's phone vibrates with a message from the roosterhead.

'Lost count of how many times (Y/N) has threatened to kill me. Bones in my right hand are crushed to death. Say hi to Himari Kuroo. How is Haru?'

A picture follows underneath the text message.

It’s a picture of a newborn in a soft pink cat beanie and it’s swaddled up in a white blanket with cartoon kittens all over them, appearing to be sleeping.

Kenma smiles at the picture, happy that everything went well despite the long labor that you had to go through.

'He is fine. He keeps staring at the door like a little dog, waiting for its owners to get back.' How is (Y/N)? The blonde texts back.

‘She’s good, exhausted af. She’s been sleeping and eating mochis for the most part. Really missing Haru as well.'

'How about I drive Haru to you? That way he can see you and (Y/N) and (Y/N) can see Haru again.' Kenma offers.

'👍🏻😌'

Kenma turns to the little ravenette and sees that he is looking down at his penguin plushie with a sorrow expression.

"Come on little gremlin, let’s go see your parents and your little sister."

Haruto's face snaps up to his godfather and he smiles excitedly.

The two of them are driving to the hospital where you delivered and Haruto keeps swinging his short legs back and forth, excited to see his mama and his papa again.

When Kenma and Haruto walk through the doors of the hospital, people are gushing over the two of them, causing Kenma to feel slightly uncomfortable because they think Haruto is Kenma’s son.

When they reach the labor and delivery unit, Kenma asks for your name and the nurse at the front desk leads them to the room you’re staying in.

Haruto is too hyper to contain his excitement and runs to the room, almost slamming it open.

The sudden opening of the door startles you and Kuroo but quickly changes to happiness to seeing your son.

"Mama!" Haruto climbs on the bed towards you and your raging hormones are making you cry when you finally have your boy back in your arms.

"Haru, be careful! Mum had surgery done on her stomach!" Kuroo scolds his son and tries to pull him off of you.

"It’s okay, Tetsu. He just missed us." You soothe your husband while caressing the little ravenette’s head and back.

Kuroo joins your side on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and his son, feeling at peace.

Kenma watches the scene with a fond look before deciding to give the three of you a little privacy.

Remembering why he came here in the first place, Haruto wiggles out of his mother’s embrace and sees that your stomach has shrunk down.

"Where’s my baby brother?" He asks in curiosity.

"You have a sister, Haru. Her name is Himari and she is currently with the nurses, she needed to be weighed." You explain to him, brushing the messy strands back.

Just as he was about to reply to you, the nurse walks in with Himari and Haruto sits up straight to be able to see his sister.

He scooches back a bit into the arms of his father and watches intensely as a little bundle of wrapped blankets is handed back carefully to you.

"You want to say hi to your little sister?" You whisper in a gentle tone, unwrapping some of the blankets so your son can see his little sister better.

"She looks like a mochi." His amber eyes shine in excitement.

"She does. Make sure you protect your little mochi, okay Haru? She depends on her big brother."

Haruto nods enthusiastically and carefully touches her face and giggles a bit at her scrunched up face.

Later on, Haruto is knocked out from being up for so long and is sleeping soundly against his father while you feed Himari.

"Tetsu, you’re staring." You say while breastfeeding your newborn, not taking your eyes off of Himari.

"Sorry, kitten. Can’t help myself." Kuroo smirks in mischief as he continues to look at you with love and affection while Haru is sleeping soundly against his chest.

Kuroo can’t describe the words how happy he is to have a family with you. He hopes that in the future, Haruto and Himari will grow up close and maybe if he plays his cards right, have another bundle of joy with you in the future.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!! #hq x reader #hq fluff #nekoma #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo fluff #hq kuroo #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #dad!kuroo #wife!reader #family #pregnancy

[petricorah]

hello, i love your art so much! can you do 11C with zuko?

i went a little extra with this one (thanks for the sweet ask!)

[ID: a comic featuring Azula, Zuko, Suki, Sokka, and Haru from Avatar the Last Airbender. In the first panel, Azula glares at Zuko and asks: "Brother, what are you looking at? Are you even listening?"

Zuko stares dreamily ahead, with a blush on his cheeks.

A closeup of Azula's eyes as she sees what Zuko is admiring. "Oh."

Suki, Sokka, and Haru are shown, and there is a brightness and focus on Sokka. They are dressed in athletic gear, and Sokka is grinning and gesturing as the other two smile and watch on.

"You're a fool, Zuzu," Azula finishes. /End ID.]

#zukka #zuko #zukka fanart #sokka #atla #avatar #suki #haru atla #sokka fanart #zuko fanart #azula #asks #zukka college au #go for it zuko! you're not a fool even though sokka is super popular and you tend to snap at ppl so they find you off putting #prep zuko and jock sokka but they're both. nerds #myart #i thought suki and haru looked nice but i had to wash them out to show that sokka was the focus lol

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Mutual Help | #50

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

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Like you said to Jungkook, the last time you've seen Haru was during summer when you went to Busan to visit his family. Kids grow fast, you know that and in the back of your mind you've told yourself she will be slightly different than the little girl that was clinging to her uncle, not wanting to let him go.

But the little girl that runs around Jungkook's living room, giggling loudly while Jungkook looks like ten seconds from fainting, looks way older than the baby that barely walked on her own.

"Thank god," he breathes out, trying to catch a breath once he spots you standing at the entrance of his large living room.

At the last minute, Jungkook found out he doesn't have too much food to offer Haru, so you proposed to go grocery shopping in the evening while he waited for his brother and sister-in-law to drop off Haru. You thought you would make it until they arrived, but you're wrong because there is no sight of her parents and only little Haru with her pigtails bouncing with each step she takes.

And then she notices her uncle's attention on you, turning her head in your direction as she eyes you with similar big eyes her father and uncle share.

"What's wrong, Jeon? You don't have enough stamina for a kid?" you joke, walking into the living room as you avert your eyes back at Haru, just in time to notice Jungkook's roll of eyes and need to flick you off but obviously, he chooses not to. Not in the presence of his little niece.

"Ruru, you know Y/N, right? You remember her?" Jungkook asks sweetly, coming to his niece as he bends down to her little body while she eyes you curiously, she gives him a stiff nod.

There's no way she remembers you.

"I told you my friend lives here. She saw you when you were thiiiis little." He motions with his hands, showing a half of her size as she stares with big eyes while her lips spread in a huge grin when she sees her uncle's one.

"Hey, Haru," you greet her, setting down the bag that catches her attention momentarily before she watches you attentively as you crouch down to her, smiling at the little girl. "You've grown so much!" you tell her, admiring her from up close.

She still has the baby face, though she is definitely taller and her hair is slightly longer.

"Say hello Ruru." Jungkook tells his niece, watching your interaction as Haru suddenly bows to you and both of you erupt into giggles at the cuteness of his niece.

"Hello." she mumbles, her finger finding its way into her little mouth as she still watches you curiously.

"Look, I brought you some snacks!" you exclaim too happily, knowing you're trying to let her loosen up because so far she seems a little wary of your sudden presence. She's definitely more preservative than she was when she saw you the first time.

Ah, this is why you weren't sure about this. Kids are unpredictable and you hate to admit how much you don't want any kid not to like you. This is like a completely different kid than the one you saw in Busan.

She peers into the back curiously, looking at you in confirmation as you give her a nod with a bright smile and she smiles back, pulling a pack of round chocolate pies. Of course, she would pull out the most unhealthy one. 

She hands it to her uncle, silently pleading him to open it for her as he stares at her with sparkling eyes and adoring grin, not refusing his niece's wish. He opens it, though hands her only one pie telling her she shouldn't be eating too much before her bed time.

Haru frowns and pouts cutely, mumbling a weak "No" which makes you want to snicker. She definitely has an attitude this time. She is cute though.

"Your tummy will hurt then," Jungkook warns her, patting her little tummy and the sight makes you swoon at how delicate and soft he is with her. "You can't eat too many. Your dad said you already ate, you are not hungry. You are just a little greedy, missy."

And he tickles her sides a little which automatically makes her break into a fit of laughter. He stops, laughing at her reaction as he tells her to sit on the couch and eat carefully, not forgetting to hand her her sippy cup which she takes with a slight bow, eyes already focused on the TV where Jungkook has turned on a cartoon station for her.

He sighs, taking the bag off the floor as he gives you an appreciative gaze. "Thanks, you're a huge help."

You wave him off, following him to the kitchen as he starts pulling out the groceries and snacks, putting them to their place.

"She's so big now." you comment, hearing the faint sounds of the cartoon playing as Haru suddenly giggles and repeats something from there, though it's muffled because her mouth is full.

"I know, right?" Jungkook chuckles, closing the cupboard. "Every time I see her in person, there's something new about her."

"It's always like that with kids." you hum, walking up to the sink where you wash your hands while Jungkook tidies up the kitchen.

"Yeah, you're right." he agrees, both of you retrieving back to the living room where Haru spots you immediately, her entire mouth dirty from the chocolate as you and Jungkook snort at the sight.

Although she remains completely unbothered, her chocolate stained finger pointed at Jungkook's large television screen. "Kookie, look, princess!"

Jungkook chuckles, already bringing some napkins with him as you coo at her, joining her at the couch as she lets out a cute and loud "Woah!" every time the princess appears on the screen.

"She has a nice dress, right?" you ask her and she looks at you, smiling.

"Yeah! It's pink and glittery!" she exclaims, almost jumping in her spot from how excited she is to have this conversation.

So you chat with her, pointing out almost every detail the princess has. From her glittery silver crown, to her matching heels. Jungkook joins you, wiping Haru's mouth even when she talks but that doesn't stop her while she continues blabbering to the point you've to pay extra attention to try to understand her.

Though as soon as she's done eating, Jungkook turns off the television despite her whines and pleads, pointing towards the huge bag her parents brought full of her toys.

"Show Y/N your dolls. You've got some princesses for sure." Jungkook says, feigning excitement as Haru looks at you and you quickly nod, going along with Jungkook's plan until she happily jumps off the couch, sitting on the floor while rummaging through the bag.

You send Jungkook a wink, joining her on the floor as she starts showing you her entire collection of toys. Surprisingly, yes, there are princess dolls but she shows you her little plushies as well. But like every kid, she loses her interest in a few minutes and until it's her bed time, you and Jungkook have to occupy her somehow.

You end up playing hide-and-seek, Haru hiding at the most obvious and visible spots while you and Jungkook pretend you don't see her, wanting to gain some extra time. You're so evil by doing this, though it's been only one hour and you and Jungkook feel like you're about to faint from exhaustion.

"Fuck, is this how parents feel like?" Jungkook complains as soon as you both plop back on the couch, breathing exhaustedly while the apartment is swallowed in silence that has seemed unapproachable.

After playing for another two hours and Jungwon and Sona checking on their daughter through text messages, it was finally time for bedtime. Haru refused to sleep in Jungkook's bedroom for some reason though, your room appearing more up to her preference as she jumped on your bed already wearing her pajamas, clutching one of her plushies.

Jungkook tried to persuade her and for a moment it was funny to see him trying to explain to her that it's your room. She's a stubborn one, definitely has some Jeon genes which ended up with you laughing and assuring him it's fine. Your one side of the bed is pressed against the wall sideways, which makes it safer for Haru anyway, just in case she rolls around in her sleep. She's not used to sleeping here, so it's better to be safe.

He even promised her he will join her, not wanting her to sleep alone the whole night, again just in case which makes perfect sense. After you and Jungkook have read her a book, Haru refusing to let one of you out of the room, she finally fell asleep – something that seemed impossible for the longest time.

"I guess," you sigh, throwing your head back as you hum at the silence. "She's cute but god, was she always this energetic?"

Jungkook erupts in a fit of tired and silent laughter as you join him with a chuckle, both of you too tired to say anything else.

"Thanks for helping me. I don't think I'd be able to do it without you." he says, head turned to you as you both stay slouched on the couch in the laziest position.

You find him giving you a soft and appreciative smile which makes you chuckle again.

"You would," you assure him, "You're just not used to this but Haru loves you, she's a good kid."

"I mean... yeah, she is. It's just so tiring, I found it better when she was not walking and was just babbling."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim by whispering-yelling, looking scandalized at Jungkook who just sheepishly grins.

"What it's true..." he mutters.

"You can't say stuff like this." you laugh quietly, finding his honesty funny because as much as he loves his niece, he's at least objective.

But he just shrugs, not really caring while he runs his long tattooed fingers through his raven hair. The silence and moment of rest swallows both of you while you just sit there in a dim lightning. Contemplating between taking a shower, going to bed after or resting your eyes for a little bit longer, the moment is interrupted by Jungkook's pillowy lips pressing a set of soft kisses between your shoulder and neck.

Your body reacts automatically, it's no secret you enjoy Jungkook's close proximity and even though you know where this leads to, and you weren't even thinking about sex at this exact moment, you give him more space by angling your head. The sound of his lips pressing wet smooches on your neck makes you sigh in content, but most importantly it's how soft and eager at the same time they feel. He's just kissing you, not rushing anywhere but the main point of this act is not misleading.

"Kook," you moan, eyes closed while your whole body tenses as soon as his teeth gently graze over your skin. "We can't right now."

"Says who?" he murmurs against you, voice sending vibration to the point goosebumps appear all over your body.

"You're seriously thinking about sex when your niece sleeps in the next room?"

It's not like having sex right now isn't temping. It most certainly is. Again, you haven't had the time to have sex and the last time you've even remoterly done something intimate was the morning blowjob. Oh, how you wished to just be that person that says "Fuck work" and went along with Jungkook's shenanigans. You've never had such a pleasurable sex before, not with anyone else. Maybe the fact that you don't hook up every day helps, so every time one of you feels like it's time to switch from friends to friends who hook up, it works every time and both of you are in the mood. It's not hard to be when you look at your devilishly hot looking best friend.

"Babe, we've done it when our friend was sleeping in the next room." Jungkook points out against you, a moan vibrating out of your mouth and you're not sure whether it's those lips on you again, or the cute affectionate pet name you've grown very attracted to.

You should hate him for that. You used to cringe at the thought of a man calling you a pet name. But of course, what you had in mind were those cringey pet names. You're glad Jungkook doesn't call you anything else. If he called you a baby girl, you would kick him in the ass sooner he would get to yours.

You're selfish and you're purposely deciding to ignore how such a single pet name makes a red light beeping in your head. It's too intimate, close. But the main problem is that you like it. And instead of having another conversation with Jungkook about it, instead you choose to ignore it and press your thighs together whenever he says it. Every time he calls you that, it's always somehow related to sex so maybe it shouldn't be a big deal. Not as long as both of you are fine with it. You love the thrill, excitement and lust he brings out of you and being robbed of it makes you actually dislike that thought. So much that you just push the topic away every single time.

It's not forced. It's natural.

"She's a kid though. What if she wakes up?" you whine, annoyed with yourself that instead of pulling away you even press yourself closer to him, his hand slowly disappearing under your shirt. Oh, fuck, you're done for. 

"You gotta be quiet then," Jungkook proposes lightly, pulling down your bralette letting it stay under your breast while he palms the soft flesh.

He knows what he's doing. He always does. The wetness between your thighs and already clinging to your underwear is the perfect proof of it, a proof he's soon about to witness.

"Don't tell me you don't want it."

And you actually stay silent, Jungkook finding you biting on your lower lip rather harshly which makes him smirk. He knew it.

"What if I don't?" Why are you still doing this? You don't know. What's the point of prolonging this when you could've been both naked by now.

"Should I look between your legs to find out?"

Your breath hitches in your throat and you press your thighs immediately, cursing when Jungkook follows the motion and makes sure you see the smirk that spreads on his beautiful wet lips.

"No need," you manage to choke out, cursing under your breath when Jungkook pinches your nipple, letting his thumb graze over it right after. "I think it's more than obvious." you let out breathlessly, chuckling as soon as you dropped the facade. Well, that didn't take long.

"Quit playing and let me fuck you." His lips move to your jaw as he says it, your own hand shooting to Jungkook's jaw as you caress it, fingers moving to his hair.

"We're risking. What if she wakes up?"

Jungkook groans against you, forehead pressed against your cheek for a moment. "Do you seriously think my brother and his wife don't fuck when their kid is around?"

"I–no." you stutter, cheeks heating up at his bluntness.

"Besides, if we are quiet she won't hear us."

"I know–but what if she sees us and then tells that to Jungwon and Sona?"

"Then they will know her uncle fucked his pretty best friend until she cried."

"Jungkook," you frown, scolding him as you elbow him in the stomach. "That's not funny. Stop joking."

He snorts, shaking his head as he sits up. It's not hard to tell you're already horny and ready to do this. "What do you want me to say?"

You shrug, nibbling on your bottom lip before your eyes avert to the door of his office and your room where Haru is currently sleeping. You feel your heat tingling and pulsating, knowing you will be annoyed if you don't act upon your needs and urges. Fuck it. She's sleeping and she seemed out of it. You just hope you won't traumatize that kid.

"Fuck, okay but let's be quick and not waste time."

"You're the one who's been wasting time babe." Jungkook doesn't miss the chance to point out, already awaiting the glare that comes though you're already stripping yourself out of your sweatpants and shirt.

Jungkook eyes you hungrily, his own cock hardening at the sight of your breast peeking out of the bralette, until you tag it up and cover it. And you're about to ask him why isn't he taking off his clothes, as soon as you're done taking off yours just staying in your underwear, but Jungkook tugs you back onto the couch and makes you lay down.

He's not beating around the bush, sliding your panties down your legs and momentarily, you're embarrassed that he's not met with lace but with casual cotton panties. Though, he doesn't seem to mind and he just tosses them somewhere behind him, giving you a teasing smile before he spreads your legs and dives right in.

"Jesus Christ, Jeon," you curse, having a hard time controlling yourself when he sucks on your clit that's been anticipating any sort of touch and contact.

Your whole body stiffens but then relaxes, welcoming the pleasure Jungkook's hungry mouth so gladly gives you. You grunt through your closed mouth, his mouth covering your entire pussy as his tongue pushes against your entrance. You already see stars, eyes watering at how intense and quick all of it is. Bucking your hips into his face, Jungkook grunts against you, sending a different set of vibrations through your body. With your back arched, he holds you by your thighs, keeping them spread out for his face so he doesn't miss a spot.

"Kook," Not only do you sound needy, but there's something even more sexual about how quiet you're trying to keep yourself. "So good."

Jungkook doesn't answer though, even though his dirty mouth would have a lot to say for sure, but he remains occupied by bringing you pleasure and eventually bringing you to the wishful orgasm. It could be considered as embarrassing because it doesn't waste too long for you to reach the end, hand clasped over your mouth as your thighs shake and you start cumming. Jungkook laps at your juices, his mouth slowing down but not stopping entirely, not until he doesn't feel you clenching around nothing, your pussy wishing it was his cock instead.

He's already hard in his boxers, going down on you having that effect on him sometimes. There's just something about how vulnerable and needy you are when his mouth is on you.

Jungkook's hair is messy, lips glistening with your juices and the sight is not unfamiliar in any way. But you still make sure to give him a stare, chest heaving with harsh breaths as Jungkook hovers over you, already mid standing while you bring your lips together. He lets them locked for a short period of time, sending you a smirk.

"Wait up here."

And he's gone before you can even open your mouth. Propping yourself on your elbows, you look around the room still trying to catch your breath as you feel the breeze fanning over your wetness. Not having an orgasm for a few days or weeks really makes it feel like your first.

Jungkook is back though, taking off his shirt while he walks to the couch where he sits on his previous spot as he makes himself comfortable, sliding down his sweatpants to his ankles. He rips the foil package with his teeth, one hand already working on pulling out his cock out as you salivate. You get up in interest, seeing the thirst and lust coming right back as you watch Jungkook sliding down the condom on his hard cock, the vein popping under the skin.

He had to buy a new pack of condoms, considering the latest failure you experienced together.

You get on his lap with no words, Jungkook helping you as he positions his cockhead at your entrance, your hands grabbing his shoulders. Fuck, it's been a while since you rode him and you can't wait.

Feeling his tip at your entrance, you almost shake on your wobbly legs and if it weren't for Jungkook's big hands on your hips, maybe you would give up and fall down on him. Jungkook brings your lips together in a chaste kiss while you decide not to wait any longer, slowly sitting down. He goes to grab his cock with one hand, helping you in entering you. Your mouth drops open and a gasp leaves your mouth, your walls stretching.

"You're doing good," Jungkook says breathlessly, hands going back to your hips as he caresses your sides while you keep lowering yourself.

Apparently, Jungkook is one hungered man and doesn't know where to touch you first because as soon as your chest makes it into his view, he leans his head towards you and pushes your bralette down once again. He doesn't waste time wrapping his mouth around your breast, sucking your nipple and tracing his tongue around it which makes you let out a loud moan. Jungkook chuckles, clearly enjoying your slip up as you tell him to fuck off under your breath.

You don't let him fill you up to the brim though, the pressure of his cock making it harder for your walls to accommodate him. So you set your own pace, taking more of him with each drop of your hips until he's completely filling you up, his pelvic bone pressed against yours. You stay like that for a moment, trying to catch a breath while Jungkook starts kissing your neck all over again, occupying himself. It doesn't take long for you to snap out of it, buckling your hips into his as you roll them.

Jungkook watches you through hooded eyes, letting you lead as his chest heaves as soon as you start to ride him. His hands move to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart while you set up rather a fast pace. He squeezes the soft flesh, digging his fingers into them while you breathe loudly, trying to prevent yourself from moaning.

"Riding me so well," Jungkook whispers against your mouth, his own hips buckling into yours as you gasp but don't let it distract you, still keeping up your pace.

"Fuck," you groan, "Slap me."

Jungkook bites onto his lower lip, your foreheads touching while your lips keep rubbing against one another. "You want me to spank your pretty ass?"

"Yeah, do it." you tell him breathlessly, clenching around him as Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle. And then he delivers your wished spank, your walls clenching even more as Jungkook grunts.

And then he delivers another one, "My slut likes it rough?"

Oh, God have mercy.

"Fuck, Jungkook."

"I will take that as a yes," he chuckles, your breasts pressed against his chest while you keep feeling his defined abs against you, the muscles tensing with each movement.

He leans back to get a view of your face, as much as your fast pace lets him and he swears he could bust a nut right here and there. There's just something about your mouth open in full ecstasy, brows pinched together in an almost painful but lustful look. Your breasts bounce, your bralette wrapped around you beneath them. The sight is dirty and adds even more spice to this moment.

Your bodies are hot, sweat slowly but surely collecting on your skin while your bodies stay connected together, rubbing against one another that creates natural warmth.

"Fuck, I'm close." As if he didn't know.

He smirks, buckling his hips up as he meets you in the midway, your head spinning. It keeps getting harder to stay quiet and as your teeth clash together in an awkward manner, you kiss each other messily and hurriedly.

"You're gonna cum for me?" Jungkook breathes out, clashing your lips together again as you whine into his mouth.

He's everywhere. His cock is hitting you in long and harsh strokes, his hard chest brushing against yours while his hands keep your ass cheeks spread as he clutches them in his grasp. Skin slapping against each other, Jungkook presses you more into his balls when he's deep inside of you, bringing your head to spin as if you were about to faint and as you keep recklessly kissing each other, he delivers a final slap to your ass that leaves your skin tingling. And that's when you know it's the final line.

You're cumming around him, your body freezing completely as you let the marvelousness of orgasm dominate your entire body. But with your lack of movements, you're not robbed off your orgasm because Jungkook fucks you through it, thrusting into you. Eventually, your body falls on top of his, your head in the crook of his neck as you let him continue, despite the overstimulation that's starting to appear.

Jungkook's hard breathing echoes in the room and he presses himself into you as far as your body allows him, pushing you down onto him once again until he comes with a low grunt, the feral sound muffled as he harshly bites onto his bottom lip.

"Goddamnit," Jungkook breathes out, voice low and breathy as you straighten yourself, catching him with closed eyes and open mouth. He's breathing heavily, both of you are actually, but now he's the one that slowly calms down from the orgasm. "Can you imagine we wouldn't have decided to fuck?"

He chuckles when he sees your face, dumbfounded as you roll your eyes while you get off his lap. Fuck, you were messy. 

"We risked a lot," you remind him, trying to search for your panties as you put them on once you find them thrown at the end of the couch. "I would be surprised if we didn't wake her up."

"I'm gonna check on her," Jungkook waves you off, "What's life without little risk?" he shoots you a crooked smile as you shake your head, lips spreading into a similar grin as you throw his shirt at him.

"Put your dick away and go check the poor kid."

"Leave my dick alone." Jungkook grins, taking off the condom.

"When did you even buy new ones?" you ask, pointing at the condom full of his cum in his hands as he skillfully ties the knot at the end.

"I have my ways," Once again, you're met with a grin. "You didn't think I would deprive myself of sex, right?" he jokes and you scrunch your nose, not bothering to put more clothes on since you're in a desperate need of shower.

At least you've got your underwear on in case Haru would snatch the door open and see you half-naked.

"Whatever," you feign annoyance as you both grin at each other. "I'm gonna take a shower. You're sleeping in my bed, right?"

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his head before he tucks himself back into boxers, pulling up his sweatpants as well. "I'm sorry about that. She's stubborn sometimes."

"It's fine," you assure him with a smile, knowing Haru was very persistent about staying in your bed. Jungkook's bed is bigger anyways. It's better for him to stay with her in case she wakes up during the night, which wouldn't be surprising, especially if she sleeps in a new place. Even if she was here sometime, she was too little to remember. "I guess it runs in the family." you joke, turning around as you shoot a grin across your shoulder to Jungkook.

"Like you're one to talk!" he yells after you, silencing himself right after he realizes how loud he's been.

He watches your ass colored red by his hands, his own lips curving into a smirk. He shakes his head in amusement, quickly throwing out the condom into the bin before he checks on his niece. She's sleeping soundlessly, hasn't moved since she fell asleep and he breathes out in relief.

Well, the sex was worth the risks.

Jungwon and Sona arrive first thing in the morning, just like they promised. Luckily for you, you've had enough time to make yourself look more presentable, right after you found Jungkook desperately trying not to curse in front of the poor child while he wanted to do her pigtails.

"Fu--fine, I can't seem to know how to do this." He said as soon as he spotted you coming to the kitchen rubbing your eyes making you pause at the sight of Haru sitting on the chair, with Jungkook behind her with a kids hairbrush in his hands.

You helped him of course, noticing Haru eating her breakfast looking completely fresh, already wearing her clothes for the day.

The couple looks just as fresh, enveloping Haru in the biggest hug. "Mommy! Daddy!" she yells, both you and Jungkook watching their family interaction as you coo at her.

"Hey, our little tiger. Did you have fun with Kookie and Y/N?" Jungwon asks her, crouching down to his daughter's level as she nods, turning to you and Jungkook.

She suddenly runs towards both of you, hugging your legs. "We played!"

Jungkook takes her up into her arms when she taps his thighs a few times, understanding her wishes while Sona thanks both of you for looking after her, gushing how much fun they had and the restaurant Jungwon picked out has amazing food.

"Thanks, Kook-ah again. We really had time for ourselves for a moment. I'm working most of the time and we don't want to bother mom and dad whenever we could potentially go out," Jungwon explains, looking at you as well once he says it as he shows nothing but gratitude. "You guys helped a lot. Thank you Y/N for babysitting. I know Jungkook must have dragged you into it."

You laugh, Jungkook frowning as he stares at his older brother in betrayal, scoffing a little. "Hyung, Y/N can't be dragged into something she doesn't want to do."

"Hey, that's not true!" you exclaim, Sona laughing while Jungwon grins in amusement as Jungkook stares down at you, Haru still in his arms as she giggles but probably has no idea what you all are talking about. She just sees everyone laughing so she joins, suddenly too preoccupied with Jungkook's brow piercing.

"Yes, it is--Haru baby that's not for playing." he almost hisses when Haru clumsily traces her little fingers against his piercing, touching it rather harshly as Sona quickly goes to grab her.

"You can't have that when you have babies around." Jungwon points out amusingly, your stomach dropping what his words imply.

Obviously, he doesn't know what Jungkook has been through at least you think so because Jungkook has never mentioned about telling anyone else. And surely, even if he has, Jungwon wouldn't say it just bluntly. Even though what he says is just a mention of babies, it doesn't imply anything too close to Jungkook's situation.

You glance at Jungkook, finding him shocked for a moment until he breaks a faint smile.

"Honey, Jungkook doesn't have babies or kids around him all the time." Sona retorts, Haru hugging her as her words dig even deeper to your chest.

"I don't," Jungkook says, offering another smile that doesn't reach his eyes and thankfully, the two other adults haven't noticed the shift in Jungkook's behavior. "Do you guys wanna stay for a little longer or?"

"Oh, no thank you! We are actually going to the sea world we promised Haru, right? Are you excited to see fishes?" she asks Haru, averting her attention to her daughter who excitedly shouts "Yes! Fishes! Let's go!" which makes everyone laugh.

Another round of gratitude soon follows as you accompany them to the front door, bidding goodbye to Haru who seems to be sad to be saying goodbye to her uncle. She even hugs you and kisses you on your lips, making you coo at her as you promise to visit her some day. That seems to lift up her mood from the sudden soreness, of course with Jungkook's help as he promises to come to Busan and bring you with him as well.

Jungwon hugs his brother, even giving you a hug before they are all gone and you're met with silence.

"I'm fine," he says automatically, surprising you as he turns to look at you.

Your mouth is open but all you can do is to stare at him in shock.

"They don't know, it's fine," You probably don't realize it, but you're looking at him skeptically which makes him break a smile as he walks up to you, grabbing your face gently. "I'm fine. I'm not a fragile doll." he assures you and you smile back, giving him a nod.

"I know you're not," you murmur, "I'm sorry if I made you feel weird."

"You did not," Jungkook chuckles, "One day, maybe I will have a baby around me or kids. I don't want to think about what could've been, you know?" he proposes with a smile.

"No, I get that, yeah absolutely. You're right."

"Good," he says, letting go of your face. "Jimin texted me, they want to go bowling. You in?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

You smile, the pressure on your chest dissolving because Jungkook is fine.

"Oh, come on!" You and Taehyung whine loudly when Jungkook hits yet another strike, officially making him the winner while he turns around proudly and confidently, his arms outstretched.

Jimin laughs at you and Taehyung, covering his mouth when he sees your defeated looks.

"This is bullshit," you mutter and Taehyung agrees immediately, nodding next to you. "Are we surprised? Of course he would win."

Jungkook walks past you but not before he teasingly leans down to you, "Baby, don't be a sore loser." he snickers and you elbow him in the hip annoyingly, clicking your tongue at him while he throws his head back, laughing while he walks up to the table and takes a swig of his drink.

Taehyung amusingly watches the interaction, though he couldn't hear what Jungkook told you but that doesn't stop him from sending you a wink as you roll your eyes at him. Surprisingly, he hasn't told Jimin about you two, so he's pretty much clueless.

However, as soon as you met up with Jimin, he knew his secret had been spilled and there's no way of denying a new person in his life.

"You guys know." He had stated as soon as he caught you and Jungkook, looking at him with tiny smiles. He managed to glare at Taehyung but he just stayed unbothered, offered him a shrug.

You admitted that yes, you two know about it indeed.

Not wanting to talk about it any further, knowing he isn't feeling very comfortable discussing it, you've moved on and began your evening.

"How's the project going? You haven't started yet, right?" Jimin asks Jungkook, glancing at you as all of you sit down at the table to take a short break before you start another game.

"Ah, no not yet," Jungkook says as he gulps down his drink, "We should be starting next week? No?"

"Yeah, that's the plan." you confirm, sitting down next to Taehyung who offers you snacks and you gladly take it from him.

"How's the girl? What was her name? The one you're helping."

"Ester," Jungkook chuckles at Jimin's confusion who just waves his hand off, smiling a little. "She's been joining me on a few shoots, she is really talented but I think she needs a little push. She doesn't really believe in herself, so I hope this job opportunity will change that."

"Yeah, you've shown me her work. She takes nice pictures," Jimin agrees, "Are you guys friends?"

Jungkook's brows shoot up, a little surprised by the question and he kind of assumes Jimin is going to smile teasingly at him, but he's met with curious eyes and a genuine causal question. "Uhh, yeah? I guess. I mean, yeah. She's cool."

"You should've invited her. I remember you telling me she doesn't have many friends."

You snap your head towards Jimin. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" Jimin chuckles, shrugging. "She's a nice person. She could have joined us."

"She's Jungkook's friend." you point out, Jimin giving you a pointed look.

"Exactly," he deadpans and Taehyung clears his throat next to you.

"I mean what Y/N wants to say is... what do you want to say?" he whispers the question next to you and you roll your eyes.

"Nothing!" you exclaim, "I'm not against inviting her or something, if that's what Jungkook wants. I was just asking why we should invite her. We don't usually invite any other people." you point out and they all know you've got a point.

Taehyung has other friends, maybe not as close as the three of you are but he has other friends. So does Jimin and Jungkook as well. You do too but none of you just randomly invite them.

"It was just a suggestion," Jimin chuckles, giving you a look. "Kook said she doesn't have a lot of friends. I feel bad."

"I'm not sure if she would go," Jungkook decides to say, "She's kinda shy and she needs to warm up to people."

"I can warm her up if she wants," Taehyung chirps and you roll your eyes. "You should've invited your girl, Jimin." Taehyung proposes and Jimin looks away, completely ignoring Taehyung's proposition as you snort.

"What? You don't want her to meet us?" you ask, laughing in amusement as Jimin's cheeks burn and he shifts uncomfortably in his spot. A soft smile plays on Jungkook's lips but he hides it behind the rim of his glass.

"No... it's not like that..."

"Mhm," Taehyung purses his lips, "Well, you kept her a secret for a reason."

It sounds like a jab, though all of you know Taehyung and his big mouth. It's your turn to shift on your spot as you glance at Jimin who frowns at Taehyung, but the younger one just shrugs.

"I--you guys can be intimidating sometimes!" Jimin exclaims all of a sudden.

"Excuse us?" you gasp, "We are not!"

Jimin slouches his shoulders as he sighs, rubbing his eyes. "It's still fresh and I've never done this before, so I'm sorry if I'm taking my time."

"Man, don't apologize. Everyone's got a different pace. It's totally fine if you don't want her to hang out with us just yet." Jungkook butts in, hand squeezing Jimin's shoulder as he glances at him appreciatively.

"I mean... Jungkook is right," you tell him, "But we are happy for you."

Jimin smiles appreciatively once again. "Ah, it's just so weird," He touches the back of his neck frustratedly. "Who would have thought I'm gonna have a girlfriend, right?" he chuckles sheepishly, you and Jungkook share an amused smile.

You barely get to see Jimin flustered and the fact he's so shy all of a sudden, Park Jimin who's been fucking around since you can remember, just proves that he moved to another stage in his life.

"Not me," Taehyung mutters, "But yeah... if that's what you want Jimin. I can't relate but we are happy for you." he adds, tone genuine as he gives Jimin a gentle smile.

You smile at Taehyung, leaning your head against his shoulder while Jungkook pats Jimin on the back, grinning from ear to ear when noticing his friend's flushed face.

"Those two are something else," you say in the midst of already taking off your shoes as Jungkook shuts the front door.

Things between Jimin and Taehyung haven't been anything serious in the first place, though after the last conversation where Jimin had finally talked about his girlfriend and the newfound relationship, he's been more at ease. Taehyung's previous behavior had been nothing but just his typical personality shining through and even though he had acted like a drama queen, offended Jimin has a girlfriend out of nowhere. In your own twisted way, you understand him. Well, they have been fucking around for a long time – it was what connected them even more, the same interests and life-style.

Taehyung can't grasp the point of having a relationship, especially if he was sure Jimin isn't looking for one and didn't peg him as the type to have one. Like Jimin admitted, it happened. Taehyung can't relate and seems repulsed to even think about ending up similarly like Jimin.

"I wonder why we haven't been kicked out of the place." you mutter, sighing once your feet are free of shoes as Jungkook snorts.

You're right. They've been having a few beers, bonding together while you had to play another game. A game that's been apparently paid for because they had decided you'll do three rounds. You protested, of course. Not because you don't like bowling because you do like it, it's actually very often an activity you as a group do. But what's the point of playing it when Jungkook humbled your competitive asses in the first round?

They called you a sore loser – honestly, you just like a fair game and that's not possible if your dearest best friend is fucking good at bowling too.

"I'll go easy on you." Jungkook told you once he saw your not so enthusiastic face.

He never does, that's what you told him back.

He shot you a smirk, once Jimin and Taehyung weren't paying attention and he delivered a very subtle smack to your ass. It humbled you and you ended up playing the last round with already tipsy Jimin and Taehyung.

In the end, Jungkook had let you win. No matter how many times he tried to play innocent, there's no way a good player like him suddenly ended up in last place. You exchanged looks, Jungkook's lips curving into a grin that has told you everything you already knew.

"Have you seen Jimin though?" Jungkook asks, both of you walking further down the apartment as the scent of Jungkook's home welcomes you. "He was glowing when he was talking about his girlfriend," he grins, you playfully rolling your eyes in Jungkook's teasing grin.

He's right though.

"I've never seen him look like that," he admits with a chuckle, walking to the kitchen as you follow him. "Glass of wine?"

"Yes, please."

"Red or white?"

"Red."

Jungkook opens the fridge, shooting you a look across his shoulder as you sit down, sending him a sheepish grin as he knowingly pulls out your favorite wine. You're not the type to drink wine often, you don't like its sour and bitter taste but Jungkook once bought a wine that tastes like anything you've ever drank before. It's not cheap though, neither expensive but expensive enough for its slim and tall bottle that fills only four glasses.

However, Jungkook pulls it out without any words and grabs two glasses along the way. Sitting on the bar stool with him standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island, he opens the bottle and pours you both a glass.

You thank him, immediately tasting the sweet red liquid as you let it linger on your tongue for a few seconds before you swallow it down.

"Don't tease Jimin," you tell him, going back to your previous topic as Jungkook only grins again as he shrugs. "I find it cute. He really must like her."

"His eyes literally shined when he was talking about her. And Jimin, and shy?" Jungkook cackles as you laugh, knowing exactly what he's referring to because you witnessed it.

"Oh, don't tease him," you snort, "You looked like a love sick puppy when you found yourself a girlfriend."

Jungkook purses his lips but still grins. He knows everyone out of your group could tell he's in love. He looked like a teenager who had found his first love.

"Ah, don't remind me." he shuts his eyes in embarrassment as he laughs, you joining him.

"You were like... ten times Jimin."

"Yah," he scolds you but still keeps laughing. "I was really going through it, alright?"

You hum, taking another sip while a moment of silence passes until it's interrupted by your phone ringing. Pulling it out of the pocket, you notice it's Maya and your brows raise up in a mere surprise. She never calls you until she wants to hang out, she usually texts and it's always during the day not in the evening.

Jungkook questionably looks at you, causing you to say Maya's name until you accept the call, barely having enough time to greet her before her cheerful velvety voice reaches your ears.

"Hey girl," she chirps, "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"No, we actually just came back from bowling."

"Wuuu, you guys were on a date?"

You know she's teasing, it's practically all laced in her voice and sometimes you wonder if she's not very similar to Taehyung in this – in some things, she's a woman version of him.

Eyes flickering to Jungkook, you wonder if he could hear it but he seems to be clueless, drinking the rest of his wine as you clear your throat.

"No," you say matter-of-factly with an edge to your voice which makes Maya chuckle. "Jimin and Taehyung were there too. It was us friends hanging out."

She cackles at the tone of your voice. "Damn, and you guys didn't invite us?"

Her voice is light, cheerful as most of the time you get to hear it and you know there's nothing bitter behind her words. Still, it makes you feel bad for not thinking about inviting them too. Namjoon hangs out with the guys often, you don't see him as much but technically, he could be considered as your friend as well. Hanging out with Maya, so you're not the only woman could be a nice change for a while. Not that you mind it though.

"I–uh–sorry, that didn't cross my mind, I'll make sure we invite you next time."

A laugh rings in your ear as she lets you know it's okay. "I'm just teasing, we were busy anyway. If you know what I mean." she muses with a low tone as you feel your cheeks warm up for some reason.

"Where is Namjoon?" you ask, trying to play it cool as she catches up to your intention as she tries to stifle a laugh.

"In the shower."

"Oh... why didn't you join him then?" you ask, your question catching Jungkook's eyes as he frowns in confusion, probably wondering what the hell you're talking about with Namjoon's girlfriend.

"I went first. I'm not capable of round two. Fuck, I can't literally feel my legs."

You snort, "That good?"

"You can't imagine,"

You giggle, covering your mouth at her blunt words.

"We're actually going on a late date night but we got busy."

"Oh god." you snort, hearing Maya's laugh.

"We got distracted!" she exclaims as if that was any better which makes you laugh even more. "Haven't you and Jungkook ever fucked when you were supposed to go somewhere?"

"Maya." you hiss at her through the phone, tone still light as she apologizes through her giggles.

"Don't worry, Joon doesn't hear. He's still taking a shower and thinks he can sing."

Looking at Jungkook, you see him staring right back at you with the same confused frown and for some reason you pray he couldn't hear Maya's bubbly and loud voice on the other line. Maya hums, expectedly waiting for your answer as you clear your throat.

"We have." you admit by muttering.

"I knew it!" she yells in your ear, causing you to cringe as Jungkook mouths to you he's going to take a shower while you talk to Maya. "But I actually called you to ask you what you're doing next weekend? They have called from the salon and they want me to come pick out the wedding dress. I know it's kinda short notice but they're so busy and I was actually surprised they gave me such an early date."

You already promised her you'll go with her, since she doesn't have a lot of friends to go with in the first place and it's kind of your honor to be a part of that. You appreciate it, even more when you realize you haven't been friends for that long but Maya already trusts you and wants to be your friend. You've become very close in a short period of time, not that the time matters but it's not very usual to find such a good friend so quickly. It's hard to believe Maya, a literal social butterfly, doesn't have a lot of friends here in Seoul. But it does make sense – your paths have been very similar.

Both busy with your jobs to find more female friends.

"Don't worry about it, I don't have any plans." you assure her, smiling when she squeals and beams how much fun you're going to have until she's cut short, explaining Namjoon is out of the shower and they're already late for their reservation.

You bid goodbye with her, confirming your plans for the next weekend for the last time before you hang up and make your way to the bathroom to take a shower too once Jungkook's out of there, already in his room where you can't see him but you hear him rummaging through his drawers.

Your shower is quick, grabbing your two abandoned glasses where you pour the rest of the wine and bring it to Jungkook's bedroom. He already lays in his bed, though not hiding under his covers as he just rests on top of it with his boxers only with raven hair still wet from the shower. You have to take a deep breath as he glances from his phone to look at you while you give him a soft smile, joining him on the bed as you hand him the wine.

"Sorry, Maya and I are going to pick her wedding dress next weekend, she just wanted to ask me if I'm free."

Jungkook smiles, taking a sip of the fine wine even though he had already brushed his teeth but doesn't tell you that. "All good," he assures you, setting the glass down on the nightstand. "You were acting weird when she called you." he notes and you take the moment of silence to gulp down the wine as you hand him your empty glass, so he can put it down.

"Yeah, you know her," you giggle a little bit too nervous for your liking. "She has a way over words sometimes."

"Sounds familiar," he teases, causing you to roll your eyes at his grin. "You already have secrets with her?"

It doesn't sound suspicious or anything negative, he's just amusingly asking you once he sees your slightly flustered face. Of course he caught onto your weird behavior. Jungkook is very attentive and knows you like his own shoes, plus you weren't very good at hiding your reactions to Maya's blunt and teasing assumptions.

"I..." you gulp, nibbling on your bottom lip for a moment. Now is a good time to spill the beans, considering Jungkook has a right to know about Maya knowing your little discrete secret that only Taehyung knows so far. "Maya knows about us hooking up."

Jungkook's brow shoots up slightly after your revelation which for some reason makes you nervous. "Are you mad?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Why would I be? She's your friend. I'm glad you get along with her." he shrugs and you simply stare, feeling like the weight off your chest is gone just like that.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I don't want to plaster a sign on my forehead that says 'Hey I'm fucking my best friend in private' but I'm okay with it. I don't really care if she knows or not. It's just a matter of time before Jimin knows too but it's nobody's business but ours."

"You're right," you nod, "Maya promised me she's not gonna tell Namjoon."

At that, Jungkook snorts a little and you frown in confusion as he explains; "Do you really think she's not gonna tell herboyfriend? Come on..."

"Why not? Couples don't tell each other everything."

"That could be true but I'm pretty sure she will spill it out one way or another, accidently or not."

You frown, lips pouting in a thought as Jungkook smiles.

"Don't look so damned."

"I am!" you exclaim, both of you laughing. "There's still a possibility she won't say a word." you note and Jungkook hides a smile.

"Mhm."

He doesn't sound convinced at all but you decide to drop the topic down. What's the point of dwelling on it longer than necessary? She knows and Jungkook is fine with it, which actually calms you down a lot.

"Is that my shirt?"

Glancing down at your torso you notice that yes, you're indeed wearing one of Jungkook's old shirts. He gave it to you some time ago since you always used to wear it once you slept over and had nothing to wear to bed. Somehow it ended up being your shirt, though he never officially gave it to you. It was more like "oh here's your shirt" whenever you were about to take a shower and asked him for something to wear.

"It's no longer yours." you muse, grinning as Jungkook mirrors your expression, slowly shaking his head at you as he looks down with eyes scrunched and toothy grin.

You take everything in your power not to ogle him but it's hard not to – especially if he's only in his boxers, abs and muscles on full display along with his toned buffed chest and tattooed right arm that adds just the right spice to his look. He looks completely natural, yet it's completely enough to knock the breath out of you.

"Hm, really?" Jungkook hums, sitting more upward as he makes himself more comfortable against the headboard while you give him a confident nod in return. Lips twitching, he shrugs. "Looks better on you anyway."

Your heart squeezes at the subtle compliment that gets out of his mouth so freely, almost as if he didn't just give you a compliment in the first place. It's the tiny comments like this that makes your heart combust and again, you're reminded how Jungkook is naturally good with his words. He's not the annoying type that makes you cringe or awkwardly laugh to yourself – it's the complete opposite.

"I know." you tell him, not trying to show how flustered he makes you with a single sentence.

Confidence is the key. Though, you're not sure if his shirt looks better on you therefore you don't really trust his words. Everything looks better on him – the shirt that is oversized on you looks perfect on him even though the material is starting to get washed off.

"Come here." he motions at you with his finger, your eyes filled with curiosity while you listen to him and get closer.

Once you're close enough, he cups your face and delivers a single kiss to your half-open mouth as you stare at him in surprise. "What was that for?"

"You know how I always get what I want?" he asks confidently, mouth hovering over your throat as he delivers another kiss to your jaw and neck causing you to sigh in content.

You're too comfortable to focus on the fact there's obviously something more behind his actions but for now, you don't care and just enjoy his soft lips against your skin.

"So do I." you breathe out, closing your eyes once he grazes his teeth against your jaw. Fuck.

And then he playfully asks; "You think?"

"I know." you comment smartly, his hot breath fanning your skin for a moment.

Jungkook sits upright, inching closer to you until he places his hands over your shoulders and gently pushes you down until you're laying on your back, him hovering over you as you stare at him with big curious eyes. Does he want to have sex right now? You both just came out of the shower. It might seem as if you don't want it but that's far from the truth. Jungkook can get you in the mood with a snap of his fingers – as embarrassing as it is to admit it.

He gropes your breasts, gently and with utmost care, squeezing them which makes a breathy and shaken gasp rip out of your mouth. He locates your nipple through the thin material, pinching it slightly and you gasp again at the slight pain and pleasure.

"You think you're slick, hm?" he mutters, doing the same with your other breast while your hands find their way to his hair as you tug on them. Back arched, you crave for his mouth as you try to press yourself to his body. He's warm and firm.

"What are you talking about?" It comes out shaky and breathy yet again, even more now that he sneaks his hand under your shirt and finally envelopes your breast with his big hand.

"Tell me," he says simply, kissing you and you quickly kiss him back, whining when he pulls away and refuses to deepen the kiss. "Tell me what you're so obviously hiding from me."

"What?" you whisper, wincing when he pinches your nipple way harder than before.

"We said we're gonna be honest with each other, yet you refuse to tell me what you want to try in bed so badly,"

You tense right away, your clouded mind clearing as soon as his words get to you and you snap your eyes open, finding him already staring at you but he still hovers over you powerfully.

"Are you embarrassed?"

"Why are you so persistent about this?" you ask, voice close to annoyed as you frown while Jungkook searches your face with his big and dark eyes.

"Why are you so persistent in not telling me?" he asks in return and you groan in annoyance which earns you a deep chuckle from him.

"Because it's stupid and we can't do it."

"Why not?" he asks right away, gently pushing you back onto the mattress when you're already trying to escape him by sitting up.

Your back hits the mattress effortlessly and you're in a war between pushing him away or focusing on the butterflies you feel under his dark gaze.

"I won't know until you tell me,"

You know he's right.

If you were in his place, you'd try to get him to talk – even if it's simply out of curiosity if nothing else. But saying the truth to him is just embarrassing because you know you're not in a position to ask him something like that. Not mentioning it just doesn't make sense and you really can't do it without risking more than you already are.

You're annoyed at yourself that you wish to try this with him out of all people. You've always been very cautious when it comes down to this topic.

"Come on, I want you to enjoy sex as much as I do."

Sighing, you sit up and gently push him away from you. He complies, lets you sit up but he doesn't move any further, still adamant to get this out of you.

"I enjoy it. What makes you think I don't?"

"I'm not saying you aren't. Everyone enjoys sex with me," he jokes, causing you to roll your eyes at his playfulness. "There's clearly something you want to try and I'm willing to listen."

"Jungkook, drop it." you say with a stern tone but Jungkook doesn't back down so easily as he cocks his brow at you in challenge. "It's just not something we can do. The end."

"Now I'm even more curious," You groan loudly, causing his lips to twitch. "Do you want me to fuck your ass or something? Because I'm down."

Your cheeks burn immediately and you gape at him. "No!"

"Don't look so scandalized." Jungkook scolds you, already enjoying your horrified expression. You could see his subtle smirk from miles away.

Stubbornly, you avoid Jungkook's gaze as you cross your arms over your chest, looking around Jungkook's room. You're seconds away from running away like the coward you feel like, embarrassed that you're close to admitting Jungkook one of your deepest desires.

"On all fours. Now."

You face him, your neck almost getting a cramp from how quickly you do that. "Wha–"

"Did I stutter?" he asks, plainly and simply causing you to gulp at the sudden change of demeanor.

"No–"

"Then get to work."

You eye him, the rush of excitement already bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you slowly move to turn around. But your knees barely touch the mattress before Jungkook grabs you by your waist and helps you get to his wishful position rather impatiently. He presses his hand on your back, causing your ass to be in the air while the side of your face is pressed against his sheets.

He doesn't waste any time to hook his fingers under your panties and pull them down. Impatiently and harshly as he's not exactly gentle when he tries to get them over your knees.

"Shit." you curse as soon as you feel his fingers rubbing your sex, wetness already pooling at your entrance as he smears it up and down.

He spreads your legs wider and before you can take another deep breath, his mouth is already on your clit. His mouth moves skilfully, tasting you on his tongue while you gasp into his sheets. He eats you out, listening to your silenced moans with your knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping onto his fresh sheets. The sounds of his mouth and the wetness between your legs, both from your arousal and his saliva, are so dirty and you already feel yourself tipping over the edge.

But then Jungkook pulls away, delivering a sweet kiss to your ass cheek. "Still don't want to tell me?"

Oh, this little--

"No, I'm good."

Jungkook chuckles behind you and then spreads your cheeks apart, enveloping your wetness with his mouth once again.

You know what this is about. You're sure this is his punishment, he's going to rob you off your orgasm every time it comes and fuck, he knows when it comes. You can't fool him but it feels too good to end this.

He flicks his tongue over your clit quickly and you gasp loudly, cursing as you feel yourself getting close already. He pulls away for a moment, licking from your clit to your entrance and just when you think he's going to pull away again, he continues down to your puckered hole. He gathers your wetness and his saliva there, moving his tongue around the hole while he adds the slightest pressure. You tense, wondering if he knows what he's doing because he has never done this before.

He must feel you tense because he stops, but you still feel his breath there. "Trust me." Is all he says and then he continues.

It feels... new. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before and you can't say it feels bad. Definitely not bad. Despite the fact he's literally licking your ass-hole, it feels good.

And then he eats you out there, his moves getting rougher and more brave now that he knows you're enjoying it. Still, he asks you if it feels good.

"Yes." you answer shamelessly, whispering at how fucked out you already feel and you haven't even came yet.

He continues, eating out your puckered hole as his hands keep your asscheeks apart, hands squeezing your flesh. That's until he suddenly enters your cunt with two fingers, mouth still on your other hole and you swear you see stars. He fucks you with his fingers while his mouth works on your hole.

"Tell me." he grunts into your flesh and you cry out, too close to the orgasm.

"I will." you cry out a promise, ass getting into the air ass Jungkook keeps you down with his other hand.

"Oh, you will."

And then he continues until the knot snaps inside you and you're cumming all over his fingers, moaning his name over and over again but you don't even realize it as you're going through your own ecstasy.

As soon as you're done, Jungkook gently pulls out his fingers and mouth off you as you drop down onto your back like a sack of potatoes. Your breathing is heavy, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling until your eyes drop to Jungkook who watches you with a smirk.

"I hate you."

"You don't." he comments right away, licking his glistening lips.

"I can't believe you just did that."

"Did you like it?"

Did you like it? Why the hell is he asking you that? You haven't had sex for some time and your orgasms tend to be more intense the longer you go without one, but fuck, this was something new and it completely blew your mind.

"No." you tell him with an amused grin, Jungkook chuckling as he hovers over you.

You tense, only because you already feel yourself clenching. You still want him inside you but first, you need to catch a breath.

He leans down and just as he's about to kiss you, you turn your head sideways because you panic. Jungkook frowns and you feel bad for rejecting him.

"You literally made out with my ass just seconds ago."

"Yah!" Jungkook's frown deepens. "You kiss me after you suck my cock."

"But you don't shit with your cock."

Jungkook cringes, "No, I just piss with it."

"Ew," you cringe back, "I'm not giving you head again."

"You're full of shit,"

You grin, knowing he's probably right.

"You like having my cock in your mouth."

"I do?" you hum, shamelessly letting your hands brush against his big and firm chest.

When he leans down to you, you expect him to kiss you or something but his mouth brushes over earlobe. "Mhm, just as much as I love eating out your little and pretty cunt."

"Jungkook." you exclaim and he shoots you a smirk as he sits down.

"So, now spit it out." He goes straight to the topic and you sit up, cringing at the wetness between your legs as Jungkook hands you your panties that are hooked on his one finger.

You snatch it away from him and sheepishly put them on. "Do I really–"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter under your breath, "I told you we can't do it, so what's the point?"

"Let me have a say in that too." he offers and patiently sits back, waiting for you to continue.

"I... oh, god... I never really had–" You cut yourself off, wondering what's the best way to explain it and Jungkook cocks his brow at you.

"Never had what?"

"You know I had sex with two other people apart from you."

"Yes." he answers, sounding unsure where this is going.

"But you know... I'm responsible and safe,"

You look at Jungkook and catch the realization slowly hitting him from that one word but he still lets you continue.

"In fact it's stupid and nothing..." you chuckle nervously, "I was just wondering how sex feels like when--you know--how it feels like without a condom."

Cringing at yourself, you feel your face burning once again as Jungkook simply watches you which doesn't make things easier at all for you.

"I told you it's stupid." you huff and Jungkook finally breaks, chuckling at you.

"It's not stupid," he assures you, "You want to have raw sex?"

"Isn't that what I just said?" you grumble at him and he knows you're just embarrassed at the moment which amuses him to a certain extent.

"It feels fucking great." Jungkook answers, ignoring your previous bitter remark.

Fuck. You've never experienced it but you heard it does feel way better. The thought makes you gulp as you quickly avert your eyes to your hands as you shrug.

"But it's stupid and I'd never ask that of you. It'd be irresponsible of us to have sex without a condom."

"It would be a risk..." he nods, "But you're on birth control, right?"

Your eyes widen as you nod slowly. "Uh, yeah. But it's not 100 percent." you remind him.

"Of course, I know that. Nothing is 100 percent. The only way to avoid the risk is not to have sex at all."

"Yeah," you agree, "But you know, I'm taking pills and you wear a condom so I think we're very safe..."

He stays quiet which makes the silence even more awkward.

"But I'd never ask that of you, like I said before. We--it would be stupid of us to do that. Can you imagine if--" You shake your head but judging by Jungkook's stare, he knows where you were going with it.

"Let me think about it, yeah?" he proposes and once again, your eyes widen.

"You--you don't really consider it, right?"

"I just need to think it over, okay?"

"Kook, you don't have to... I told you--"

"You want it," he cuts you off, lips slightly twitching. "I can see it."

You simply wouldn't ask him of that just for one reason and that is, that Kiko got pregnant even though she was on birth control. If things were different, you'd allow yourself to be more irresponsible but you feel like you already are pushing a lot of buttons by hooking up with Jungkook. It's hitting too close to home and it doesn't feel right. And the fact Jungkook is willing to think it over – you've no idea what to think about it.

"I mean... I'm just curious but the sex is fine as it is. I don't want you to feel like you have to do it. I'm not sure if I want to."

You do want it. You're just not sure if it will be a wise decision. Maybe you're overthinking this whole thing but you can't risk getting pregnant by your best friend. It would definitely ruin things. Just the thought of it makes you fucking scared.

"Don't worry about it right now, okay?" He offers you a smile, standing up as he stretches his arms. "Thanks for telling me."

"It's not like you gave me a choice." you mutter and Jungkook sends you a playful glare.

"Hey, I gave you an orgasm in return and from what I've seen it was mind blowing."

"Yeah, yeah. And who's full of shit now." Standing up, you brush past him with your lips pursed as Jungkook slaps your ass, causing you to flash him a glare as you walk out of his bedroom.

Weirdly, you feel lighter than before and at the end, Jungkook knowing your secret desire isn't as awkward as you were so scared of.

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the ask was for a sanzu x fem reader nsfw and they’re both getting high together in the car and they do the thing where they bloke smoke in each other’s most and one things leads to another. But I thought it would be funny of on the middle of their sesh, ran calls and idk you could decide if he answers or not. Lol

— mile high club

ø contents: smoking, smut, possessiveness, fluff, takeomi slander ish bc i hate the mf, friends to lovers, mutual oblivious pining, akashi brothers' mentioned beefing

o word count : 7.1k.

ø notes: is it even a sanzu fic if i dont include some sort of tension and psychological explanation to do with the neglect he faced from Takeomi? no? ok anyway...

@wenumsmol 🫶🏾

The sun sets over the streets of Tokyo when you park the car in the garage of the Akashi household, having dropped Haru off at home since you’re now his designated driver because his license got suspended for reckless driving.

“We’re here.” The car shuts off when you turn the key, both hands resting on the wheel like the professional, respectable driver you are. “Now get out of my car.”

Sanzu groans from the backseat, laying flat on his back, hand splayed over his forehead, the cold heat from his hands doing wonders to soothe his burning headache. 

“Oi.” Over your shoulder, you peek at him, fighting the urge to poke him awake. “I said we’re here.”

“I know.”

“ So…get out?”

“I don’t wanna.”

“You don’t—” You bite your words, stopping yourself to give yourself time to take a deep breath, soothing your bubbling frustration before it erupts. “You don’t want to enter your own house?”

He raises a long, slender finger, pointing insistently out the window. You follow his gaze to the back corner of the garage, Takeomi’s bike perched on its stand. 

“Ohhh,” you realise, unbuckling your seatbelt to turn and face him fully. “Well..you can’t avoid him forever.”

He removes his hand from his forehead, eyebrows knitted, forehead creased as he glares at you. “Watch me.”

“I’m serious, Haru.”

“So am I.” He’s sitting up, face stern and serious, you swear his green eyes practically glow in the dark as they catch the edge of the yellow tint garage light. 

When it comes to Takeomi, Haruchiyo mainly plans on avoiding him at all costs, dodging him around the house, wearing headphones at full volume just to drown out the sound of his brother’s voice, not coming back home for days on end, rather spending the night at yours or Mikey’s house.

He’s developed different coping mechanisms : talking to Mikey is a big help, though Mikey isn’t one for therapeutic advice, he’s still willing to lend a helping ear and listen to Haruchiyo rant on and on. It’s not much help though, only hearing responses like ‘ hm ’ , ‘ oh ’, and ‘ah’,  maybe if Mikey has a little energy left in him, he’d nod occasionally, but that’s about as much help as you’d get. 

His second coping mechanism is you,  someone he’d befriended a couple months back and kept you by his side secretly ever since, using you as a personal chauffeur and a therapist, but more importantly a best friend. Someone who’d be there for him without judging him and his dirty secrets; someone who likes to be around him not because they’re scared or intimidated, but because they enjoy his presence. 

He cannot be in the right state of mind when talking to his brother, not wanting to remember their interactions in the morning, so he relies on getting stoned or drunk to wipe his memory. It’s a potentially dangerous mechanism, but Sanzu enjoys the adrealine rush of trying something new, enjoys the out of body experiences, the fuzzy feelings, the wild imaginations and visions that make his world look colourful rather than monochromatic. 

“Haru.” You call his name with that sweet voice of yours, one that makes his heart warm. “You can talk to me about anything, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you.” 

He’s looking down at his lap, mouth twisted in a way he always does when he’s deep in thought. You can’t help but wonder just what’s going through that brain of his, knowing fully that up there is a mess of unorganised feelings and emotions he’d never been able to fully process.

“Haru. Is everything oka—”

“You know what I want?” He cuts you off, changing topics with a bright smile. 

His decision to switch topics isn’t something that offends you, knowing that he takes time to fully open up and you’re willing to wait as long as he needs. “What do you want, Haru?”

“I want weed.”

“There’s no weed, wait. What are you doin—” He moves quickly, his lean body brushing past yours, balancing a hand on your lap for leverage as he reaches inside the glove compartment pulling out his stash. “What the hell! You stashed your crap in my car?!”

“Of course I did.” He cackles at the dumbfounded look on your face, moving to the backseat. “Where else would I put it?”

“Uh—I don’t know? Your room? Anywhere but my damn car! I got pulled over the other day. What if I had gotten caught and they searched my car?”

“Did you?” He shrugs half heartedly, opening the ziplock bag. Almost instantly the car smells of marijuana, your nose wrinkles as you try to process it. 

“Well, no…but that’s not the point!”

“Shhhh,” he shushes you, taking his time to roll his blunt, all the while you’re glaring at him. “Stop pouting. You should be thanking me.”

“For what?”

“This.” He licks the joint to seal it, lifting it towards you like it’s his artistic masterpiece. The smile on his face screams child proud of their school project, diamond scars stretching cutely as his smile only widens. “It’s strong. Try it.”

“It better be.” You snatch it from his hands, holding it between your teeth as you manouevr yourself to the backseat to seat beside him. 

His chin is heavy on your shoulder as he watches you light it, wanting to be as close to you as possible not only to get a whiff of that perfume he loves that you practically drown yourself in, but to see your initial reaction to the weed. 

The smoke burns your throat before you could fully inhale, coughing violently whilst pounding on your chest to ease it. Haruchiyo grabs water from the front, tossing it to your lap as you erupt in a series of coughs. “What is that?” 

“I dunno.” He eyes the joint between his two fingers, looking oddly fascinated by it. “I just heard it was strong.”

“No shit.” It hurts when you talk, still feeling the ghost of smoke searing your oesphagus. 

His spare hand hooks onto your legs, and you yelp as he swings them over on his lap, slender fingers rubbing up and down your thigh as he smokes. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t wanna.” You shift upwards on the seats, sitting on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to rest your forehead against the side of his face and shoulder. The scent of his cologne is overpowered by the marjiuana, but it’s still visible, dipping your face between his neckline and sighing. “This one is too much.” 

“Are my eyes red?” His jaw moves when he speaks, and it tickles as his smooth skin brushes against your cheek.

It pains you to move from your current position, his warmth and scent are soothing to you, but you shift back, turning the car lights on to see better. The corners of his eyes are red, and he’s struggling to keep them fully open. 

“Yeah, they are.” The urge to brush his cheeks is tempting, and your fingers twitch and hesitate by your side.

“Hey hey, wanna see somethin’ cool?” When you nod, he shifts upwards, his hand grabbing to hold onto your waist to ground you before you slip off his lap. 

The sudden contact had you stiffening, blood roaring in your ears as his strong hand held your side. You watch him perform a trick, his diaphragm contracting as he inhales, lips pursed as he exhales, several rings of smoke following suit. Your brows raise in surprise, ready to praise him when he sucks it all back in with one huge breath, the rings dismantling in the air. 

He turns back to look at you, chin high in the air, eyes tinted red gleaming as he grins at you, cheerful and animated. You can’t help it, reaching out to cup his soft cheeks with one hand, tracing over the outline of his lips, the shape of his scars with your thumb. 

It’s like he’s frozen stiff as your fingers feel up his face, and he blinks at you as you look at him with those soft eyes of yours. “You’re so cute, Haru.”

His eyes dilate; from the light in the car, or the strong weed you don’t know, can’t tell. What you can tell is that from his silence, his mind is running wild, thoughts bouncing across his brain from left to right, mirroring the way his eyes dart over your face, your lips, and the curve of your nose.

“So are you.” The words spill out from his lips faster than the blush creeps onto his cheeks. He looks away, embarrassed, clearing his throat before smoking from the joint again. “I learnt it from Ran. That useless lazy fucker is sometimes helpful.”

“Ran, huh?” Your fingers find themselves latched to the front strands of his hair tucked into a ponytail, twirling it on your fingertips. “He’s the tall one, right?”

He chuckles, short and amused, voice muffled from the joint between his lips. “All my friends are tall, ya know?”

“Well maybe if you let me around your friends, I’d be able to identify them.”

“You’ll live without ‘em,” he says, blowing smoke in your face, snorting when you cough and swat the smoke away, then try to hit the side of his face, only for him to catch your hand in time. “Your reflexes suck ass.”

You struggle to shift your hand from his grip, frowning at him. “I’m not a ninja.”

“I can teach you to be one.” 

“You a sensei, now?”

“I’m anything and everything. Like Batman.” 

He smiles when you laugh softly, the sound making him feel lightheaded, paired along with the weed flowing through his veins. “Batman is rich, though. You’re not.”

“I can steal money, all is good.” His hand, warm and hot, slides under the hem of your shirt, leaving a searing trail behind his movements that burns into your skin. “I’ll buy you anything once I get rich. Promise.”

He’s been subtly leaning closer as he speaks the whole time, but you don’t notice until his forehead brushes yours and you’re both staring at each other, daring the other to move closer.  “ Anything? ”

Green eyes fall down to your lips, not even trying to look subtle. “Anything.”

Fuck, at this angle you look so pretty, staring down at him with those dreamy eyes of yours, looking at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. He always feels like that around you, another reason why he loves getting high around you. It forces him to be vulnerable around you, letting the feelings he’s been shovelling down refsurface.

Though it’s risky, and there’s nothing more he fears than rejection, he’s always been a risk taker. You make him feel good with your words, your presence, your voice, the silly moments you two share alone in his car, your room, his room. 

Your lips are what he favours the most on your face, always glossy with whatever flavour lipbalm you wear that day, and he physically fights the urge to kiss them just to guess it. His eyes are drawn towards your lips like a magnet. The way you bite at them when you’re focused, chew on the skin when you’re nervous, lick them when they’re dry, he notices, and wonders how soft they truly are.

“Do…do you wanna kiss me?” Your question catches him off guard, brows knitting in confusion as he wonders if he’s been speaking his thoughts aloud this entire time, but in truth, he’s been making his intentions obvious as he’s been staring at nothing but your lips the entire time.

“Huh? Don’t be weird.” He instantly facepalms himself mentally, fighting the urge to turn back time to take back his words, but it’s too late when your brows rise, lips parting slightly in surprise before looking down at your lap with a slight frown.

“Oh, sorry. That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“It’s fine.” His heart stings in his chest, he can feel it clenching painfully leaving nothing but a hollow feeling in the depths of his stomach when he realises you’re upset. “Why’d you ask that anyway?”

Maybe he can shift the narrative, find out a way to spin the conversation back to kissing. He still has a chance. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

“I have!” The pout is back on your face, but not from being sad; he can tell the difference, so he sighs in relief. But still…the way your lower lip juts out slightly has him fighting the urge to tug and bite at it. “I’m not a virgin, idiot.”

He doesn’t bother trying to hide the surprise on his face, and you notice. “What? It’s that hard to believe someone would fuck me? Am I that ugly or something?” 

The effects of the weed start kicking in,  now you feel yourself getting emotional over nothing.

“I never even said anything.” 

“You didn’t need to. I’m not stupid, Haru.”

He flexes his jaw as he glares at you, trying to shovel his anger down. The argument is pointless, so he stays silent, bringing the blunt back to his lips. He inhales it for longer this time, and it can’t possibly be healthy for his lungs, but he doesn’t care.

“What time is it?” you ask, and his hand squeezes your waist tighter, stopping you from squirming from his lap.

“Why do you need the time?”

“Because I gotta get going at seven.”

“...why ?”

“Because…” you chirp, shifting to face him with a huge smile on your face, “I’ve got a date.” 

When you bite down on your lip, he can’t even be bothered to look down at it, or notice it. It’s silent in the car as you wait for Haru to be your best friend/wingman that hypes you, ask you for his name, height, age, job, personality, whatever. But he’s silent, face unreadable, and the tension in the car rises thick when he continues to stay silent; your excitement fades along with your smile.

He knows he’s been silent for too long, now everything is awkward, but he can’t find the right words to say. Congratulations? It’s just a date, what do you expect him to do? Find you wedding rings? 

His brain isn’t co-operating either, not in the right state of mind to process his words like a filter, so he says nothing before he says something he’ll regret.

“...Anyway,” you have to choke your words out, refusing to show your slight embarrassment, “hurry up and get high, so I can leave and get laid.”

“I am high.”

“Then I can leave.”

“No, you can’t.” He glares back when you glare at him, but he can’t find it in himself to control himself any longer. Maybe it was a bad idea to get high in a confided space with you, on his lap, with your face so close to his. 

“Why can’t I?”

“...’cause he’s a loser, and you don’t wanna get laid by a loser.”

You snort. “He’s the only loser available, so maybe I do want to.”

“What if…there’s another loser available?” He goes stiff and still when your eyes flick up to his face, looking concentrated at him eye to eye as if you were trying to decipher his words. “Me. I’m the loser.”

“You?” He simply nods and you do the opposite and shake your head. “You’re not a loser.”

“Yeah, I am.” You shift on his lap when he shrugs, leaning his head back against the headrest, and you watch as smoke leaves his lips as he exhales. 

His senses are intensified with the drugs, your fingers tickling their way up his shoulders, along his neck, to behind his head, lacing them between his soft hair. Leaning down, you hold his face in your hands and kiss him.

The moment your lips touch his, he feels like the world paused, and he’s dying to find whoever has control over the remote of his life so they could press play and he could embrace you like he deserves. Or, maybe he’s dying, and whoever is up there allows him to imagine just one night with you before he fades into nothing.

It’s real, all real. The tender slide of your lips against his are real, the sensation of his teeth sinking into your soft plump lips, biting, and nibbling at it is real, the gentle moans he eagerly draws from your lips when his tongue swipes against yours, wet, messy and sloppy is real. 

“Fuck—” you whisper along the swell of his lips, pulling away to examine his face.

He looks gone, shallow half-lidded eyes looking up at you with blown wide pupils, mouth half open as if he’s forgotten how to close it. 

“Haru, you there?” Your knuckle traces along the side of his face, stopping under his chin, lifting it to look up at you.

“Yeah yeah, ‘m here.” 

Your giggle echoes in his ears, and he’s never been harder in his life, cock pressing uncomfortably tight against his pants. “Good, because you look wasted right now.”

“Just, fuck— stop talkin’. C’mere.” He pulls you down for a kiss with a hand at the back of your head, sloppily working his mouth against yours. He tastes like weed, the smell strong but it doesn’t stop you from licking into his mouth, desperate to drive the strong taste away and replace it. 

Big, strong hands wander the length of your back, slipping under your shirt, cold hands hugging you tight, tight to his body that you can’t help but arch into him.

A sound that comes from the inside of the house has you pulling away, turning to face the window, and he trails his lips down the length of your neck. His nose pokes into the flesh of your neck as he sucks deep, red hickeys onto the plane of your neck, breathing heavily as he savours the feeling of your soft feeling of your skin. 

He could get used to this; the weed makes him feel like your skin is ten times softer, or maybe that’s how it generally feels and you’re just perfect, so soft everywhere. 

“Tak—take this off.” The words are lost to your neck as he sucks along the column of your throat, rogue hands wandering along your chest, up your shirt, kneading your tits through your bra.

“Okay, okay, wait —” When you pull backwards, he follows, leaning up from the seat, lips attached to your neck by the hip. “Haru. If you want to see me naked, you’re gonna have to let me remove my clothes.”

“Just…wait a min’ longer…” He sucks harder, and you shudder as shivers race down your body at the feeling of his teeth nibbling at the sensitive part of your neck. When he’s satisfied, he pulls away, admiring his handiwork. “You look so sexy like this, fuck.” He’s tugging your shirt off, throwing it behind you, uncaring of where it lands. 

Warm hands roam your stomach, your sides, sliding up further to wrap around your throat. “So beautiful ‘n sexy, just for me.”

“You already said sexy.” He hums absentmindedly, obviously not paying attention if the way he’s squeezing the fat of your breasts were any indication. 

“You’re sexy times two.” He grins up at you before pulling your bra cup down, and you inhale sharply when it brushes down your nipple. “No, no actually. Times infinity.”

You flush hot at his words, especially when his lips brush against your ears, biting down against the shell. He’s sweating from the heat in the car plus the heat from both your panting bodies. 

“Don’t you think we should—ah fuck—” He tugs you upwards on his lap, your clothed cunt grinding against his hard cock, hands curling into fists behind his neck. 

“We should what?” His musical chuckle vibrates along your ear, sending cold shivers down your spine, forcing you to arch to chase the feeling away. You squeal when he bites down along your ear once more, smirkingpleasantly at the soft, squishy press of your tits against his chest.

“We should go to your room. I mean there’s not much room in here.” Your neck aches from the angle you’re sitting at, neck bent at an awkward angle to avoid hitting the roof of the car. 

There’s not enough space in this crammed car to fit yourself comfortably. Haru, on the other hand, is more than comfortable, seated on the seats like a king that’s blessed the majestic view of your half naked body atop of his. 

“I got an idea,” he says, not giving you a moment to wonder what he’s thinking before he’s lifting you from his lap, plopping you onto the seats. Your forearm darts quickly to cover your chest when he pops the car door open, lips pressed together tightly as he walks to the front seat, yanks the door open without a care and readjusts the seats back, pushing it till there’s enough room between the wheel. “This space big enough for ya?”

You tilt your head past the seat, surveying the space with a keen eye. There’s enough room for you to kneel down and take his cock in your mouth without a fuss or a struggle. A bed sounds nicer though, the thought of sinking into his soft mattress as he fucks you crosses your mind, but it’s overpowered when you remember his siblings are home and you’d rather die than let them hear you.

“Seems good,” you shrug, sliding quickly out the car; the cold air from the garage AC hits you smack in the chest, hardening your nipples momentarily. 

“Ah, ah wait.” Haru pulls you back before you could climb on top of him. The cute way your tilt your head at him, confused, makes his heart do a triple beat for a moment. “I wanna try somethin’.”

“Okay…” 

It’s stressful the way he’s manouevring you along the seat, pressing your back into the front seat as he shifts to kneel between your legs. “Hold your legs up for me.”

You swallow hard, unable to taste your saliva with how fast your nerves are racing. Doing as he said, you bring your hands under your thighs, holding them up as he tugs your pants down, struggling to get them past your bent knees, glaring at you when you choke on your laugh, muttering out a quick apology. 

“Don’t apologise now. You’ll be beggin’ for it later, trust me.”

His confidence is over the roof right now, evident in his strong posture, shoulders back as he leans forward, swiping a finger along your folds with ease. 

“You’re really wet.” Your slick catches on the tip of his finger, and you want to hide your face between your hands when his pink tongue darts out to lick at it. 

“Could you maybe not do that? It’s awkward…”

He hums when he looks at you; now it’s his turn to tilt his head at you. “How else am I supposed to eat you out then?” His hands press themselves between yours under your thighs, and your back aches from almost sliding down the seat in this awkward position. “You want me to skip the prep? Fuck you into the seat right now?”

“I mean—” It sounds like a good idea, but then you remember the length and thickness of his cock through his pants and swallow excessively. “Prep please.”

He smiles at you, the car light reflecting off the side of his face as he dips his face closer, digging his fingers into the swell of your thighs, nose pressed against your folds and sniffs so hard it’s like a vacuum, your clit tingles with the need to have his tongue in you. 

“This gonna sound so weird, but I really don’t give a fuck but…” he moans as he licks along your slit, a long, wet stripe from the bottom to the top, “you taste so good, fuck—”

“Haru stop…” He seals his lips around your clit, fingernails digging into your thighs as he sucks hard, numbing your clit with the continous flicks of his tongue moving at rapid speed. “Oh my go—”

Your hands fight the urge to fly to his hair, pull him closer to grind his nose against your stubborn clit, but you remember his instructions, to keep your hands on your thighs, keep you spread open for him. 

He’s devouring your pussy like a starved individual, flicking his tongue rapidly, slurping the wetness that drips from your puffy folds. You try to close your legs, try to squirm away from the ticklish feeling of his wet tongue trying to squeeze its way through your cunt, but it’s intoxicating, and overwhelming, especially when his finger tickles against your hole.

It’s fascinating watching it go in and out, and Haru dreads pulling his mouth away from your cunt but he needs to watch your face as his finger slides knuckle deep inside you. His bloodshot eyes twinkle as he watches your slick coat the length of his finger, translucent liquid dripping down his knuckles to the seat. 

“You always get this wet?”

“I don’t know…” It’s not often you finger yourself, so the experience is first hand. You’re also partially amazed that your body managed to produce this much slick from a single finger. “Wait, wait, right there. That feels so good—”

“Here?” His finger curls inside you, itching the side of that spongy spot. 

“No, no—not there, wait—” Your hips shift to the side a little, then it’s like something switches inside you, hands shaking against your thighs as he spreads you out with a second finger, applying pressure to that spot that has your moans increasing in pitch. 

His cock twitches with the need to replace his fingers, sink himself deep inside you, watch your eyes cross as you melt in pleasure. He leans forward, slurping, sucking along the sensitive hood of your clit.

Your body feels numb, voice coming out as breathy pants as you tilt your head back to hit the headrest, giving into the warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside your abdomdem as he fingers you to your climax. 

He knows that you're close when your walls cling and squeeze his fingers tight, barely giving him enough room to move them. His own tongue slithers through your folds, lapping up the leftover slick. The taste of you is better than he’d expected, and he thinks he could live between your legs for the rest of his life. 

There’s a swell of pride swirling through his chest when he feels you lose yourself on his fingers and tongue, your teeth pressing into your bottom lip painfully as you jolt and sit up from the effects of your orgasm. Your hands forget holding your thighs up, gripping onto his hair tied up loosely in a ponytail and tug him forward, craving the warmth of his mouth sealed around your clit as your world comes tumbling down.

It takes a couple moments for you to get yourself together, still holding painfully onto his hair before letting go. He presses ticklish kisses along your thighs, licking at the wetness spread along them. 

“That was—” You swallow, trying to find the words since your brain isn’t co-operating. “That was so good.”

You look all cute when flustered, face heated and flushed, your pretty lips left open as you pant heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath. 

“Think I found my new addiction.” He grins up at you, big hands squeezing the fat of your thighs as he kneels up between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and leans in for a kiss.

Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close to you as he licks into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, giving you a moment to gather your nerves because you’re going to need it. 

“I’m ready,” you mumble into his mouth, feeling the shiver that races down his spine.

“Bet, okay. Hold on.” He draws back, big hands spreading your thighs apart.

You look at him through your lashes as he sheds his shirt, tossing it behind you. His body is lean, capacious, abs faint but visible and your mouth waters, hand flying out to run down his stomach. Your touch is so light, his muscles flinching away from the ticklish feeling. Everything you do to him makes him feel so good. 

He grips both your hands, pinning them above the headrest. “Keep ‘em there,” he says, unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants down to his knees. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, ignoring your humourless stare.

“You planned this?” You gesture at the condoms with your head. 

“Better be safe than sorry.” He bites the end of the wrapper, pulling the condom out, rolling it slowly down his shaft. 

Your eyeroll is cut short when the tip of his cock angles itself at your entrance. He can see the way you’re dripping, the slick smeared along your thighs. 

Warmth engulfs the head of his cock as he slowly pushes it in you, and he hisses, biting his lip to stop himself from thinking how good you feel, how tight you’re going to squeeze his cock, how he’s going to cum inside you—

You’re panting, the tip of his cock stretching you out, almost screaming when it pushes past, the thick head making you dizzy it carves a path inside you. “Ah, Haru that—” He pushes deeper, and his eyes roll back when you clench around him.

Haru swears, gripping onto the base of his cock, squeezing it to stop himself from cumming too quickly, pushing through the urge to shove the rest of his length inside you. He stills halfway, needing to take a moment to compose himself, his mind fuzzy and warm, and he feels lightheaded. 

He has to close his eyes, knowing if he looks down, seeing his cock between your legs, halfway inside you, he’d cum in an instant. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to wait—I can take it,” you pant, hips desperately trying to rut forward. “Please…”

He takes a moment to swallow, groaning lowly, as he pushes the rest of his cock inside you, trying to ignore the tight suction of your walls. The moment he bottoms out, he’s falling forward, dipping his face between your neck and shoulder and moans, the sound desperate and needy, causing your pussy to clench and quiver around him.

You wrap your legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his head as you hold him closely, enjoying the feeling of his breath tickling your shoulders. “You okay?” 

It’s funny how you’re asking him this instead of the other way round, and a part of you feels pride in the fact you could make someone this desperate and needy without effort. 

“I’m good…it’s just…fuck , you’re so tight.” He forces himself to inhale deeply, eyes squeezing shut painfully to compose himself. He shivers at the feeling of your nails raking up and down his hair, scratching at his scalp addictvely. “You’re good though, right? It doesn’t hurt?”

You shake your head, smiling softly at him. “Nah. The seats a little uncomfortable but…that’s about it. You can move, Haru.”

“It’s uncomfy? Oh…” You almost want to cry when he pulls out, but he’s lifting you from the seat, switching your positions, slotting you back down on his lap. 

“You want me to ride you?”

He nods, biting his lip when you grab onto his cock, seating yourself down on his cock. 

“Oh my god—” You feel so full, his thick cock stretches your walls, whimpering beside his ear when he rolls his hips sensually, pressing his cock deeper inside you. 

“ Holy shit , you’re so tight.” Your pussy drives him into a frenzy, eyes threatening to roll back at the way your cunt squeezes him so tight, clinging to every inch of him. 

He swears, voice low, sounding wrecked as you begin riding him a little faster, slowly lifting your hips up and down. The obscene squelch of your pussy grasping pathetically around his thick shaft has him biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. 

“ Haru.” You wail his name, collapsing onto his chest, shuddering when his hands, rough and warm, grab onto your hips to slow your pace down. 

“Yeah?” His voice is quiet, like a whisper, so he clears his throat and tries again. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Lemme move—” You trail your lips down his neck in an attempt to soften him, waiting for him to let go of you so you can move faster. There’s a nudging spot inside you, an itch that needs to be scratched. Your attempt to move is shut down again, frustration building up and up the longer you feel his cock twitch inside you. “Haru please…”

“If I let go, you gotta promise to take it slow.”

“But I wanna make you feel good.” You whisper along his lips, tugging at it with your teeth. He groans into your mouth, and shifts for a moment, his cock follows suit, twitching desperately for some friction. “Wait, do that again.”

“This?” He rolls his hips upwards, rolls your hips backwards and forwards, and you drip a little wetter down his leg, wetting his thighs. 

“Yes. Do it again.” 

He starts a steady pace, steady enough for you to feel the way he’s deliberately aiming at that spot in you that makes you squirm around. 

“I’m so close.” He says beside your ear, his voice lingering in your head, clouded by the feeling of his hands roaming your back, scratching at it with every bounce you give him. 

“Me…me too.” 

He’s tense, gritting his teeth when you clench around him. You shift backwards, unslinking your hands from around his neck to grab at his knees, using them as leverage to support yourself as you roll your hips in circles.

He can feel the energy buzzing between you both, can feel the tingling sensation on the edge of his fingertips, the drugs running through his veins has the regular feeling of sex intensifieid, and he swears he can feel every inch of you. 

Everything is so hot right now, the temperature in the car, the feel of your hands braced against his knees, the way your nails dig into the bone, the way your tits bounce in his face as you fuck yourself on his cock. 

You clench when you cum, and he leans forward suddenly, grabbing your hips to lift you up, slamming you back down with a loud moan, hips jerking as he cums inside you. 

You’re shaking, trembling at the feeling of his cum spurting inside you, the wet sensation is ticklish, cold shivers running down your spine. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good,” he mumbles again, holding you down to feel your greedy walls sucking him in further. “Holy fuck, I could stay here forever.”

“I need a shower.” You say once you come back to your senses, groaning softly when you lift yourself up and off his cock, the wet squelch following after echoes throughout the car. 

“That’s so hot.” He mutters, eyes wide with fascincation as he reaches out to thumb at your clit, enjoying the way you shiver and let out a soft moan as he rubs it in circles. “Holy shit that’s so hot. You’re so hot.”

“I kno—” It’s distracting when you can feel his cum dripping out from you slowly making you lose your train of thought , the drip of it is anticipating until it forms a small pool between both of your bodies. “I know.”

“You hesitated.” 

“I didn’t.”

He removes his thumb, wiping the wetness from it along his tongue, tasting you, and you feel your face flush at the action, burning hot when looks up at you, the corners of his mouth dragging up slowly. “You did.”

“Shut up.” 

Sanzu’s reaching towards the backseat for his stash, and you laugh at how his arm barely reaches it, flailing it uselessly around the air. 

“You’re not gonna reach it, Haru.”

“Watch me.”

He grunts and groans like he’s lifting heavy bricks, and you start to take pity on him. “Dude, just give up.”

“No.”

 If there’s one thing about Sanzu it’s that he’s determined, but not in the way you think. It’s more the stubborn version, always trying to do the impossible, ignoring you when you tell him it’s not possible, then sulks when he fails. 

He clicks his tongue, shifting you down on his lap so he has more room and this time successfully grabs at it. “Told you. Always hatin’ on me.”

You giggle, faint and shrill, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder, watching him dug through the contents of the bag, his slender, skilled fingers professionally rolling another blunt. 

It’s silent in the car again, you two both bask in each other’s presence. Both of you refusing to discuss what happened earlier, not sure if those sudden feelings you felt were because of the weed or if there’s something else deep inside, a false truth you’ve refused to make terms with, or shoved them aside for another unknown reason unbeknownst to you.

Your head is racing with thoughts, pictures of Haru wondering where you suddenly felt these emotions towards him came from. The thought of sharing him with anyone else angers you, but it shouldn’t because you’re both friends. The thought of him laying in a car with another girl on top of him angers you, makes you feel bitter and resentment towards this imaginary woman your brain fabricated inside your head.

It’s like your body is working against you. 

Stupid weed. 

Haru’s gone for the second time today, and for the first time in what felt like ten minutes—in actuality it was only three—you look up at him. He looks like he’s falling asleep, those chubby cheeks of his so promising, so soft, you can’t help but shift upwards, pressing soft kisses against them.

It should be weird to him  that he doesn’t question your sudden out of character movements, but then again you both did just have sex not longer than five minutes ago. 

His phone rings at the backseat, pulling you away from his neck where you were sucking fresh purple hickeys onto and he groans when your ass brushes aginst his cock. It’s been slightly hard the entire time, still not over his recent orgasm, but not strong enough to maintain itself to stand tall. 

“What’re you doin’?” You freeze as your hand hovers over his phone. 

“Your phone’s been ringing non-stop. It’s irritating.” The caller ID is Ran, and part of you wants to answer it so you can know what he looks like. It’s been nudging at your brain the entire time, trying to figure out which one of his friends is who, trying to put the pieces of the faceless group of boys together to solve the puzzle. 

“Just ignore it—okay then.” You answer the phone away, turning the camera away from your naked body onto Sanzu’s face. You squirm around, trying to find where Sanzu threw your bra and shirt as the two engage in small talk.

“What do you want?”

Ran snorts on the other end, his voice deep, familiar, and husky. “Don’t needa get all pissy, you big baby. Takeomi wants to know where you are.”

“What the fuck does that have to do wit’ me?”

“Call him, or somethin’. I don’t fuckin’ know?”

Haru sniffs, nose wrinkling when the smoke he blows out invades his nostrils. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“Being a fuckin’ junkie?” Ran snorts, petty and bitterly, voice now laced in sarcasm. “So productive.”

Haruchiyo rolls his eyes at the same time you put your shirt back on, reaching under your shirt to fix the straps of your bra. “I’m doing more than getting high, you slug. I’m with my friend.”

You had tuned out the conversation from the beginning, your main priority being your clothes, but at the mention of ‘friend’, he jostles his leg, catching your attention. “Say hello.”

“Uh…hello?”

“Oh? Who might you be?”

“I’m—” Haruchiyo ends the call before you could even get the first letter of your name out. “What the hell?”

He lazily shrugs, tossing his phone into the backseat without a care. It hits the edge of the seat, before hitting the floor with a mild smack. Two noble fingers grasp at your chin, redirecting your gaze from his probably broken phone to his face. 

The kiss is passionate, and long, his wet slide of his tongue laving itself inside your mouth. Your face grows hot when his lips wrap around the length of your tongue, sucking the moisture from it, replacing it with his own. It’s messy but you don’t care, happily drinking the mixed saliva from his mouth. 

His sharp teeth sink into your lips, stopping you from pulling away, kissing you with fervour as his heavy head spins, and bright flashes of colour appears behind his closed eyes.

“I’m so hungry,” he gasps out when he finally pulls away, wiping the saliva from his mouth with his forearm, giving you back the breath he stole from your lungs with that kiss.

“You want me to drive you to McDonalds?”

He grins up at you, that stupid adorable look on his face that has your heart warming in your chest. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

“It’s my way of forcing some food down your throat before you die of starvation.”

“What if I was thirsty instead?”

“McDonalds sells drinks, dumbass.”

“ Or… ” He places his hands on your hips, pulling you forward on his lap. You yelp at the motion, hands flying to the headrest behind him to stabilise yourself. 

What he’s insinuating is lost to you for a moment, only becoming obvious when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thumb nudging insistently at your clit. His eyes dip down to your chest, your nipples still hard and poking through the thin fabric of your shirt, then drags them back up to your face and smiles.

“You’re so horny.” Your eyeroll is fabricated and fake, part of you deep down wants it too. 

“You like it though.” It’s true, and he knows it too. The defeated look on your face is all he needs to know when he moves to open the car door, nodding his head outside. “Let’s go to my room now.”

#—tr </3 #sanzu x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokrev sanzu #tr x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers smut #sanzu smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #featuring ran #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader

[ewitsren]

hi! can you maybe do reactions when the reader sees them getting into a physical fight with someone and gets scared (maybe from ptsd?) with ran, rin, sanzu, & hanma please? thanks :) also love your writing you’re so talented!

their s/o getting scared seeing them fight ft #ran, #rin, #sanzu, #hanma

pairings: haitani ran x reader, haitani rin x reader, haruchiyo sanzu x reader, hanma shuji x reader

cw/tws ⚠️: fighting, mention of blood, swearing, abusive parents, bullying, drug usage

requested: yes

barrista's note ☕: OMG I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE FOR SOOO LONG i hope u see this and enjoy it darling 😭😭 i can barely keep my eyes open so i'm leaving hanma for later :(

#ran

ran had taken you out on a date in one of the clubs haitani brothers owned in roppongi cause you felt like dancing. and it was fun, until the leader of another gang tried to lay his hands on you. ran had dragged the guy out into an alley and both of them weren't their prettiest version to look at. you couldn't stand the sound of two men hitting each other, sight of the blood spilling on the floor gave you a sharp headache; reminded you of how your father used to hit your older brother.

"ran..." you couldn't even find the strength to call out his name so you sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees as you cried. ran, recognizing the sound of you sniffling even while he's fighting, handed the guy over to his men before kneeling next to you.

"darling i'm so sorry, okay?" you felt his hands running through your hair. "i try so hard not to get into a fight when you're around but that bitch was hella outta line." his other hand drew circles on your back as you shifted your head from your arms to look at him. he gave you a little smile and cupped your face before kissing every inch.

"let's get you home, 'right baby?"

#rin

it was a regular day, rin was checking documents for business in his office and you were reading your book laying on the couch, but not after some guy you didn't recognize barged into the office and attacked rin.

"y/n, get out, go to ran's office."

all you could think about as rin yelled was the sight of your 10 year old self cornered by bullies and getting beaten until you passed out. you tried to breathe but you choked, collapsing on the floor as you tried to get to the door. tears started streaming down your face as if the scars all over your body still hurt like they were made yesterday.

rin sweared and dragged the passed out guy to the corridor before shutting the door and kneeling in front of you.

"honey, look at me."

all you could do was to sob as he pulled you to himself, leaning your head on his chest and stroking your back.

"y/n, it's okay baby, i'm sorry 'right?" he kissed your forehead. "you're always safe with me, no one can hurt you."

rin tied your hair with your hairclip on his wrist before you tilted your head to look at him, his hand lingered on your nape, slowly stroking it to calm you down.

"look at my babyyy!" he pouted. "your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. let's go home and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

#sanzu

it was an ordinary night for you and sanzu, him getting high on drugs in the back of the club as you sat on his lap and kept yourself busy with whatever you had in hand. sadly, your routine was disrupted when the rival gang members busted the place. before you could get a grasp on what's happening sanzu was there beating the shit out of some guy, swearing and talking about how he couldn't have a second of peace in this shithole.

suddenly all you could hear was your childhood friend crying for help as the older kids ganged up on him and beat him up as you sat there helpless, knowing you were too weak to interfere.

"haru, stop!" you were sobbing while sanzu kept beating up the wrecked up guy.

"huh? why ya cryin', doll?" sanzu threw the guy on the floor and made his way to you. he wrapped his arms around your body as he stroked your hair.

"shhh, stop crying; yeah? 's okay now darlin'. let's take you home, i'll make you forget about all this shit, yeah?" sanzu kissed your lips and picked you up.

"nothing bad's gon' happen when 'm with ya."

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #sano manjiro #mitsuya takashi #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #ran haitani #haitani ran #haitani ran x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #rin x reader #haitani rindo x reader #ran x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader

[johnkahner]

A Stray Cat in a Strange Place [Part 2]

AN: Part 2 of the story I started to write. I gave the cat a name because Fujin wouldn't actually know your name. It's not mentioned often, but I just wanted to let you know before reading. Also I imagine Fujin being really protective of his newly adopted cat. I had fun writing this, so I hope you all enjoy it! Not proof read.

Notes: Platonic Relationships, Gender-Neutral! Cat! Reader, fluff

Part 1 - Part 3

“The little one doesn’t seem to like any of these names, Fujin.”

The elder brother noted to the younger brother. Who knew coming up with a name for a pet would be so hard!? Fujin wanted his new family member to have a wonderful name, but he also wanted you to like it too! He was wondering if you were even listening to him now that made him pout a little. 

You stretch your body out and yawn. Looking at your new friend you move to nuzzle him. Raiden watches how the two of you interact with one another. He wants to pet you, but he doesn’t want to in front of his younger brother. He felt like Fujin would jest with him about his demeanor change towards you. 

Fujin picks you up to walk over towards the window, and opens it so you both could enjoy the pleasant breeze. His eyes widened. Like a new inspiration shot him. He looks down at you. Tilting your head to the side and responding with a questionable meow. He laughs at your reaction. He thought it was so cute. 

“I thought of a new name!”

“You have now?”

“Yes! I think it would suit this little one quite well!”

Raiden raises an eyebrow to Fujin. Fujin turns around to see his reaction, having a wide smile on his own face. 

“Haruka! Or maybe Haru for short? What do you two think?”

You meow at him. You don’t mind the name. It has a nice ring to it. You look over to see Raiden’s reaction. He appears to be in thought. 

“It seems they like the name, and I think it does quite suit them as well.”

Fujin pulls you into a tight hug, thankfully it wasn’t too tight to hurt you any. Raiden stiffens when he sees that you could be distraught now.

“I’m overjoyed that you have a name now, Haruka!”

“Fujin, perhaps you shouldn’t be squeezing Haruka like that. They don’t seem too… comfortable right now.”

Panic filled his eyes. He didn’t want to hurt you. He just wanted to show you the affection you deserve. He lays you down on the bed. You feel an instinct to attack something, and your victim is the bedding on Fujin’s bed. You can’t control your cat urges. Swatting at the covers, and rolling around on them, has the two chuckling lightly at your performance. 

That was until someone came knocking on the door. A brand new face appears, you wonder how many people lived here exactly and where exactly were you. The new man looks at you slightly confused. 

“Lord Raiden, Lord Fujin the monks said there was something they needed to discuss with the two of you.”

Maybe this is your chance to roam around and see what the rest of your new home looks like. The two men sigh, just when things were getting right on track. Raiden looks at the young man. 

“Liu Kang, could you watch over Haruka for us?” 

“Yes I can, Lord Raiden.” He bows, then he rises to look at you.

So this man is named Liu Kang. At least it didn’t take long to learn his name. Wait. Did he call the grumpy man ‘Lord’? What the hell? This just adds to your questions about this duo. You look at the three of them and release a little meow not sure what to do now. 

Fujin goes to pet your head. You nuzzle into the palm of his hand purring. 

“I’ll return as fast as I can.” 

He smiles at you gently. While Raiden only nods at you. They leave the room to go see what the monks needed. Liu Kang and you are now left alone in the room. You head towards the door, turn to look at him, and meow indicating for him to follow you. He grins at you with a light chuckle. 

Walking around the temple was quite the adventure. However, not long during the trip Liu Kang decided to pick you and carry you around. He walks by the training grounds, and soon a voice is shouting at Liu Kang. When he turns he sees a man wearing a funny looking hat, but it’s different from the one you’ve seen Raiden wear. This man’s hat seems more dangerous with the blade that is around the rim of it. It scares you a little, causing your ears to go back. Liu Kang pets you trying to calm your nerves.

“When did you get a cat?”

“This is the cat that Lord Fujin brought with him when he returned.”

You still try to hide from the man. Liu Kang speaks again.

“I think you’re scaring them, Kung Lao.”

“Huh? How am I even scary?”

He seems baffled at his friend's words. You want to run away right now. You want to be near Fujin, or maybe Raiden. You feel uncomfortable right now. Maybe if you hiss, Liu Kang would set you down on the ground, but you don’t want to cause him any harm if you were to scratch him. 

When you hiss and growl at the two, and just as you hope Liu Kang sets you down on the ground. As soon as your paws are on the ground, you bolt off. They are shocked by your actions. Liu Kang shouts and runs after you in a panic. Kung Lao is just confused by what happened. Not long after he follows after the two. 

The two ran past you. Thankfully you were able to quickly hide from them. You want to be by yourself for a moment, so it would hopefully be easier for you to calm down. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Carefully looking both ways you try to find Fujin. 

As the two men were running looking for you. They failed to notice that some of the monks were staring at them. Unfortunately for them, they failed to notice that Fujin was also staring at them. Fujin walks over to them. 

“What are you two doing?”

They look at each other. Liu Kang gulps. 

“Lord Fujin, I can explain!” 

As you were wandering around, someone approached you to pick you up. Your body tenses at the contact then tries to wiggly away not knowing who this was. You weren’t familiar with how you were being held, and you also had your eyes closed.

“Relax, little one.”

Perking up at the voice of who held you. You open your eyes to see none other than Raiden. Well, he wasn’t Fujin, but he did hold you gently. You meowed at him.

“What are you even doing out here? And where’s Liu Kang?” 

He looks around not seeing him anywhere in sight. He looks angry. You wish he wasn’t, it wasn’t Liu Kang’s fault but your own. However, you can’t exactly tell Raiden that though. You look at him and begin to purr hoping it may calm his anger. He sighs, letting you nuzzle his hand. 

“Now let’s go find that brother of mine, shall we?”

You meow in agreement, excited to see Fujin once again. You hope that Liu Kang won’t get into too much trouble, and you honestly don’t know if that other guy would get in trouble. You’ll just have to wait and see. 

As Raiden approaches his brother, you can see him yelling at someone. Unfortunately it is Liu Kang on the receiving end of his anger. Liu Kang’s head is down listening to Fujin’s angry words.

“Brother, that’s enough.” 

Fujin turns around to see you in Raiden’s arms. He forgets about Liu Kang, and runs over to Raiden. He grabs, hugs you, and gives you little kisses on your head. You were purring. Looking over to Liu Kang you feel bad. You try to struggle out of Fujin’s grasp. Succeeding you walk over to Liu Kang meowing sadly. You want to apologize for your actions. 

Liu Kang bends down to pet you. You hope he understands what you were trying to say. He smiles gently at you. 

“It’s okay, Haruka.” 

“What happened, Liu Kang?”

Raiden inquires about the events that transpired after they left. Liu Kang begins to explain what happened to the two men. Before, when he was on the receiving end of Fujin’s anger he barely got a chance to explain what exactly happened.

“We were on a walk. I think they wanted to see what was outside Lord Fujin’s room. During our walk, we encountered Kung Lao, and they seemed to be scared of him. Not long after that they ran off. We were looking for Haruka. When Lord Fujin caught us, Kung Lao went off to go find them while I stayed here.”

The brothers were looking at Liu Kang then at you. You nodded your head at his words. 

“Why were they afraid of Kung Lao though?”

“Haruka seemed scared when they saw his hat.”

Liu Kang’s words caused Fujin to laugh. He never thought you would be afraid of a hat. Your afraid reaction at the mention of the cat only seemed to prove his theory. Fujin picks you up again trying to soothe you. Telling you that you are safe, and that Kung Lao’s hat wouldn’t get you. 

You felt your stomach rumble. You nibble on Fujin’s hand to try to give him the hint. He chuckles, and it seems that the anger he felt earlier had all disappeared now. He walks off to the kitchen area to prepare some food for you. Raiden and Liu Kang follow not too far behind him. 

You wonder if this will be how your life will be now. As long as Fujin is there to help you, you don’t mind. You like the people you’ve met so far. Maybe next time you meet Kung Lao, you’ll try to get to know him better.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk fujin #mk raiden #fujin x reader #raiden x reader #platonic relationships #no romantic relationships

[ystrike1]

Haru no Arashi to Monster - By Miyuki Mitsubachi (8/10)

A super sheltered girl and a boy from a broken family end up together...as step-siblings! This story is fairly slow burn. Our heroine slowly gets over her anxiety thanks to her outgoing, but troublesome new brother. He slowly chills out and stops committing petty crimes thanks to her influence too. He is really toxic though. It's not easy to shake off a bad upbringing.

Ranko is a loner, by choice. She is really, really, really sheltered and quiet. She always looks down, and she never leaves her safe space.

I think we all know teen life is harder than it looks. School is a jungle, especially if you meet the wrong people. Ranko wants every day to be peaceful and simple, so she avoids....literally everything that could make life complicated for her. Including friendship and hobbies that involve leaving the house.

Her mom gets remarried, and her ultra-spoiled life changes immediately. Her new dad has a son. Her mom is also super outgoing, so her getting married means the house will be very lively. Ranko is a little lazy. She has no interest in caring for her new brother. She doesn't care if he's comfortable in his new home. She literally just wants to be left alone.

Ranko has had problems with socializing for years. Gossip doesn't make sense to her. She freaks out when people try to pick fights with her. She can't handle any criticism. She's weak. She's got a really weak personality. She's been isolating herself for years.

Kaya isn't flirty at first. He's rude. He tries to steal Ranko's allowance. He likes to pick fights and he's an edgy, cryptic teenage boy. Ranko hides from him for a while...but then she realizes she's being a huge jerk. Kaya is clearly uncomfortable in his new home. He doesn't feel welcome because she runs at the sight of him too. When Kaya goes out to hang out with delinquents she realizes he's doing it because he's lonely. Not because he actually enjoys smoking or beating up other kids.

She reaches out to him, and he immediately lays claim on her. Immediate clingyness. Ranko is confused.

Kaya opens up to her. His backstory is horrifying. His "father" is actually his uncle. His real father was abusive and Kaya is actually falling behind. He bounced through multiple homes. He's not a genius, so he might not make it through school. He's handsome, so a couple of the foster families assaulted him? Like, they didn't do anything when their daughters and relatives constantly flirted with him...which led to him getting blamed and abandoned.

He is clearly traumatized by all of that unwanted attention too.

Secondary Love Interest Boy shows up.

Kaya immediately beats him up and bullies him and its kinda awful and it doesn't stop until Ranko cries and says she can't understand him...it's a mess.

Ranko tries to set him up on a date. She is honest about it. Kaya doesn't know if he really loves Ranko. He's just really attached. He refuses the date...but then he goes. Just to see how he feels, and he notices that Ranko is special. She's not just a pretty girl. She makes him happy.

He gets possessive and Ranko does not enjoy it. She likes hanging out with him. She thinks about kissing him, but his violent behavior is a big no for her. She knows he lashes out because he's immature, and he has few good influences in his life. He's not a cool delinquent guy. He's a fifteen year old boy with trauma that is falling behind in class. It's very raw and brutal.

He throws away a gift from Secondary Love Interest Boy, and she gets upset.

He gives it back to her soaking wet and sorry about his rude behavior.

I think he's going to get better, and they'll get a happy ending. Ranko will give up on her loner lifestyle, and Kaya will make friends that don't steal from convenience stores.

#Haru no Arashi to Monster #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ everything's going to be okay

genre : fluff, angst with a happy ending

warnings : descriptions of parental neglect

an : not my best writing :/ (+ his brother's name is haru)

lee know had been so excited. he'd been ecstatic, in fact, when his parents broke the news to the two of you. he loved you with all his heart, so finding out he was having another sibling sent him on cloud 9.

until he wasn't so excited anymore.

his younger brother was everything; the most adorable little baby he had ever seen. but he was a lot of work.

lee know remembers coming home from school one day, the widest grin stretched across his face as he ran up the stairs, with you just barely managing to keep up.

"omma! look!"

"shhh, not now."

he skid to a stop at the door frame, watching his mother rock his brother's cradle, trying to put the crying baby to sleep.

"but i have something to tell you."

"later, minho. can't you see i'm busy?"

the excitement drained out of him, but he nodded nonetheless.

it's ok. his younger brother needed to be looked after right now. he could tell her some other time.

he managed a small smile as you clutched onto his hand from behind, leading him away from the scene.

"it's ok," you mumbled softly, jumping over the toys scattered across the floor.

"but i was so excited to tell her about the dance competition," he grumbled, letting out a yelp as his foot landed on a lego and he was immediately shushed again.

"i know."

minho's eyes searched the audience for any familiar face. his spirits plummeted when he couldn't find any.

they had promised. his parents had given him their word. they said they would make it. then why weren't they here?

it was the dance competition. the same one he'd been so excited about. the same competition he'd been talking about for over two weeks. but somehow his parents seemed to have forgotten.

he had to ask a friend's mother for a lift home that night.

"minho-ah, you did so well!"

his ears perked up when his mother greeted him at the door, ruffling his hair.

"you were there?"

"of course! i wouldn't miss your performance for anything."

"why didn't i see you at the end of the program?"

"we had to come home early because of your father's work."

oh. maybe he had been overreacting, after all.

"did you like the cart wheel i did?"

"yes! you made me so proud."

nevermind.

the seven year old tried to smile as genuinely as he could, but gods he felt terrible. there had been no cart wheel. his mother had lied.

that night he tried to be as quiet as possible as he cried into his pillow, but when he heard your soft footsteps padding across the hallway towards his room, he sighed.

"oppa?"

"go away."

you were his younger sister. he didn't want you seeing him like this. but you slid into the covers beside his anyways, staring at him with sad, innocent eyes.

"i really wanted to watch you perform," you whispered in the silence of the night.

"then why didn't any of you come?"

"omma got busy. haru was having one of his tantrums again, it took all 3 of us to calm him down."

"oh."

lee know felt terrible. partly because he had really wanted his family to be there for his performance, and partly because in that moment he couldn't help but wish that his parents had never decided to have another kid. he loved his baby brother, but everyday he felt like his parents were slipping away from his grasp. things had never been like this when you were a baby.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled. "i know you did well. you always do."

minho hoped his smile was convincing enough as he reached across his pillow to link your hands together.

"thanks, y/n."

"but i want to have a party!"

"your brother is sick! how can you think about a birthday party at a time like this?"

the seven year old furiously wiped the tears from his eyes.

it was his eighth birthday. he wanted to have a birthday party like any normal kid his age. he wanted to call over his friends. he wanted to cut a cake and blow out the candles. he wanted people to sing for him as he cut into the cake. he wanted his old life back.

"but-"

"you can have a birthday party next year. no more discussion on this."

the boy didn't have it in him to fight back anymore. he ran back to his room, sobbing at how unfair his parents were being.

when he slammed the door shut, he wasn't surprised to see you sitting on his bed. this had happened more times than he could count over the past few weeks.

he would fight with his parents. they would send him back to his room. he would cry. you would comfort him. repeat.

"oppa-"

"why are they acting like this?"

he knew the answer just as well as you did.

haru. your younger brother haru.

minho knew bringing up a child was not easy. it was stressful. it wasn't entirely his parents fault. but he just wanted things to go back to how they were before. back when he could hold the attention of his parents for longer than just a few minutes.

"the two of us can go for ice cream instead?" you suggested, making space for him as he climbed into the bed.

"if they let us."

"they will."

he looked down to see you staring back at him determinedly.

"and if they don't, we will sneak out. it's your eighth birthday and we have to celebrate!"

"look at you. already becoming rebellious, huh?"

hearing you giggle made him feel better. only a little bit, but better nonetheless.

when he woke up the day after tomorrow, freshly turned eight, you were the first to wish him, running into his arms the second he stepped out of his room, a hand-made card clutched in your fist.

"i made you a card!"

minho smiled at the little cats you had drawn, the banner you had neatly scrawled happy birthday in and the chocolate taped inside.

"you're welcome!" you yelled, not waiting for his acknowledgement and ignoring your mother who shushed at you.

and somehow, minho felt lighter. he could feel a genuine smile pulling at his lips for the first time in months as he stared at your excited face.

yes, things were hard right now. yes, it would take some time before they would go back to normal.

but if you were trying, despite being in the same position as him, then he decided he would too.

he had you, and that made everything better.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

🏷️ @foxinnie8

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #lee know #minho #lee know x reader #minho x reader #kpop #kpop x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #lee know fluff #minho fluff #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #lee know imagine #minho imagines #kpop imagines #skz soft hours #stray kids soft hours #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #kpop scenarios #lee know scenarios #minho scenarios #bang chan #changbin #hyunjin #han

[dollysilena]

TRAINING WHEELS

CHAPTER TWO | NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 2.2k words — miya atsumu wrap it before you tap it challenge (level: impossible)

Miya Atsumu is like a sledgehammer going through the glass of your well-protected life. In a blink, everything was in pieces.

You stumbled onto the nearest seat you could find, still clutching Haru protectively to your chest. Unlike you, your son seemed ecstatic over the appearance of Miya Atsumu, one of the beloved players he watched often. He was excitedly babbling into your ear about the famous athlete suddenly walking in, but you couldn’t hear his chatter when you were overwhelmed with your own frantic mind. 

How on earth could he have come in here? Was it a coincidence or… You faltered when you saw Atsumu stand beside Osamu. No, it wasn’t. You remembered where you were, Onigiri Miya. You were wrong earlier, the restaurant did share its namesake with the person in question. The name Miya Osamu now rang clearly in your head. It was the name of the faceless brother you had never met in high school. Your fling with Atsumu was so short that you failed to consider running into his family of all things.

God, why didn’t you remember that Atsumu had a brother? You felt so stupid, how did you not recognize his face, his name, anything? You were so careful the last five years, and it all came crashing down in an instant. One stupid mistake and now your worst nightmare finally came true. 

The air was still and you could hear a pin drop in the restaurant with the nauseating silence surrounding you. Atsumu stood silently with his brother, unsure of what to do. You saw his glance towards Haru, and the look in his eyes was enough to tell you that he knew. And with Osamu standing beside him timidly, it was clear that he somehow must have figured it out and told Atsumu to come.

“(Y/N), I’m here!” A voice suddenly screeched as the door slammed open, disrupting the silence. You looked up to see Naomi panting like a dog at the doorway of the restaurant. Wait, was she holding a taser?

“Aunt Mimi!” Haru gasped. 

“You!” Naomi exclaimed, jabbing a finger at Osamu. “How dare you try to hold my friend hostage!”  

Osamu’s skin turned five shades paler when he made eye contact with the taser Naomi was holding fiercely in her hand. Atsumu stood in front of his brother, sticking an arm out to protect him from your crazed friend.

“Hold on!” Osamu yelped in response. “I can explain!”

“Just because you’re hot and you know how to make some riceballs doesn’t mean!--”

“Naomi, hold on!” you interjected, barely choking out the words.

Naomi paused and turned to you in confusion as to why you weren’t running away given the opportunity. Her face softened when she noticed the grief-stricken expression on your face. “(Y/N), what’s going on?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died on your tongue. You weren’t sure how to respond, because you honestly weren’t sure at all. How the hell were you going to explain that your child’s long lost biological father happened to stumble in?

The silence returned and nobody was sure how to fill it. Osamu approached you slowly, and once he realized you weren’t going to pounce on him, he kneeled beside your seat.

 “I’m sorry for how I approached this, I’m Miya Osamu, Atsumu’s brother. Ya probably don’t know me since we never met in high school, but I recognized you as Atsumu’s ex and…”

You shakily exhaled, realizing that somebody figured it out. Somebody figured out your dirty little secret, and out of everyone it could’ve been, it was Miya Osamu.

“I saw Haru and I realized.” Osamu continued, looking at the little boy looking at him curiously. “I called Atsumu after that.”

You looked back at Atsumu, a man you haven't seen in nearly five years. You saw that he was still wearing his sports uniform and had a fresh sheen of sweat, had he run here straight from practice? You may have seen him in the media, but it was all different when he was infront of you. He looked older now, more mature, he wasn’t the same teenage boy you foolishly had a fling with all those years ago. You had only the memories of a cocky high school boy, one that was impulsive and overly confident, but it was replaced by the new one standing before you. You thought if you were to ever see him again, that he would be standing tall and proud, something inline with his confident nature, but he stood timidly before you, with his head hung low, unable to make eye contact with you.  

“(Y/N),” Atsumu shakily said before a long pause followed.“Could we talk?”

You hesitated for a moment, your nerves locked like steel. His brows knitted together and his face was tense, an unreadable expression washing over his face. You followed his eyes, looking down at you and the little boy you were holding. You looked at Haru in your arms, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. You set him down besides Osamu, who you were feeling much better about now that you realized he wasn’t some sort of crazed serial killer. 

“Can you take him away?” You whispered to him. “He doesn’t know yet.”

Osamu nodded, taking the boy by the hand. “Haru, you’re gonna come with me for a little bit, alright?

Haru tilted his head. “Why can’t I stay with mama?”

He was obviously confused by the situation, and it made your heart drop even lower into the pits of your shame. He had no idea. You swore that one day you were going to tell him, but you wanted to wait until he was older, and more understanding of why things had to be the way they were. But it was too late for that now. The little world you had built for you both came crashing down in an instant.

“It’s okay, baby,” you said shakily, brushing his cheek. “It’s only gonna be for a few minutes while mama deals with some grown-up things, alright?”

“Naomi, can you go with them?” You asked, looking up at your friend. “Osamu can explain.”

She looked worriedly at you, before nodding hesitantly. Osamu led Haru by the hand to the other side of the restaurant, out of earshot, with Naomi following closely behind.

When you were finally alone, Atsumu took a shaky seat across from you at the restaurant table. You didn’t have the nerve to look up at him, and neither did he. You fought back the burn in your eyes, you never thought you would have to be here, facing him. When you ran away all those years ago, you were also running away from this very moment, the moment where you had to face him. Both of you sat in silence before he finally decided to break it.

“He’s mine, isn’t he?”

You swallowed stiffly, the repulsive taste of shame on your tongue. “He is.”

Atsumu looked up at you with pained eyes. You didn’t realize how different he looked now. Even when you saw him on TV, it didn’t give you as detailed of an image as when he sat in front of you. His features were the same, but he seemed to have grown into them. He held himself more seriously, more like an adult unlike the boy you knew in the past. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Atsumu--” you barely stammered. “We were two highschoolers who barely knew each other, we weren’t even dating--” God, how long had you even known Atsumu at that point? A few weeks? A month, at most.

“I would have still wanted to know still,” he replied, the hurt evident in his voice. It made your hands clench, and the guilt burned in your chest like your heart was trying to collapse in on itself.

A beat of silence passed. You stared down at your hands in your lap. 

“I was scared.” 

You could still feel the weight of the dingy plastic pregnancy test in your hands. Two lines. Positive. He didn’t reply.

“Everyone knew you had such a bright future ahead of you,” you continued in a murmur. “You were gonna go pro and be the great athlete everyone knew you’d be. You didn’t need a kid holding you back. It was easier for you not to know, and for me to leave.”

You had carried the shame for years. It piled on your heart every day Haru grew and the more he started to look like his father. Of course you wanted to tell him, you wanted your son to have a father, but it just wasn’t that simple. Some days, you were tired of keeping the secret and you just wanted to burst back into Atsumu’s life to tell him he had a baby boy. 

There were several times where you almost broke. The day you went into labor, the nurse had asked if you planned to invite anyone into the delivery room. You almost said yes. When Haru took his first steps, you almost called Atsumu, whose number you still had saved on your phone. Even something as mundane as a school report card you considered sending to him. But you always stopped yourself. How were you supposed to tell Japan’s rising superstar athlete that he had a family?

You felt the tears pricking your eyes. You felt as if you were back in that dingy convenience store bathroom, still clad in your school uniform, as you realized that you were going to be responsible for a child. You shakily inhaled to stop yourself knowing you had to keep yourself together, for Haru’s sake. You’re not that scared teenage girl anymore. 

“He looks alot like you,” Atsumu commented, making you stop swimming laps in your thoughts. You looked back up to see him looking at Haru from afar, who was being distracted by Osamu and Naomi with a game of rock paper scissors. Haru grinned a toothy smile, familiar to the man across the table. He had a glisten in his eyes, the same eyes Haru shared.

“I always thought he looked more like you,” you chuckled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Atsumu smiled softly. You saw the dimple indent he had on his left cheek, that didn’t match on the right. You forgot he had that. You felt a twinge of a smile.

You stopped yourself. You had forgotten Miya Atsumu, and it should stay that way. You dropped your smile and looked back at Atsumu.

“I won’t say a word about me or Haru, not to the press, anyone at all,” you stated as firmly as you could, but it didn’t stop the inevitable tremble in your voice. “I can even sign an NDA if you want me to, you can go back to living your life and I can disappear again, it’ll be easier that way.”

Atsumu looked back at you, and it was clear he was shocked by what you had said. You were taken aback as to why he seemed surprised, surely that’s what he wanted, right?

“What are ya talking about?” He stammered hurriedly, as if you were about to run again. “Disappear? I can’t just let ya leave--”

“Atsumu,” you replied, the name feeling foreign on your lips. “You don’t have to deal with this, you were never meant to find out.”

“But I did. And I’m glad I did.” 

Now it was your turn to be shocked. Atsumu took your hands into his from across the table, and you could feel the warmth reverberating off his calloused fingers. Another thing you forgot was how it felt when he touched you. “Listen, I know ya didn’t want me to know, and this certainly isn’t the way I imagined finding out I was a father,” he started nervously. “But I can’t just go back to living my life knowing ya and my son are out there. I wasn’t there when it mattered and I don’t wanna be some deadbeat and pretend ya don’t exist.” 

There’s a certain bitterness in the last sentence you barely catch. Atsumu looked back at you and you couldn’t ignore the way his eyes burned into yours. You almost forgot how intense they could look.

“Is it too late for me to be a part of his life?”

You sat back, stunned as the words echoed in your ears. You almost thought you didn’t hear him correctly, that you were reliving the daydreams your teenage self dreamt up. But when Atsumu continued to look at you for an answer, you realized what you were hearing was real. 

“A-Atsumu, you realize what you’re asking right?” You stuttered. “You’re agreeing to be a father, which you just found out right now of all things. It’s a commitment, no take backsies.”

“No take backsies?” He snorted. Your cheeks flushed when you realized he’s chuckling at you.

“I hang out with kids a lot, if you couldn’t tell.” You smiled meekly as his hands tightened around yours.

Atsumu looked back at Haru, celebrating that he won another round of rock paper scissors against Osamu while Naomi cheered him on. Osamu pretended to act defeated which only inflated Haru’s little ego, it reminded you of when Atsumu won a point at volleyball games in high school. 

He smiled again, “yeah, I’m sure.”

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[thehusbandoden]

A Day Off -Dad! Dabi x Mom!Reader

It's really late but I finished this a little while ago and wanted to post it now.

Fluff | 1,471 words

Dabi's real name used + (spoilers below)

An au where Touya doesn't become Dabi the villain, but instead a loving father to your three kids. (Plus the number one hero)

Touya grinned as he finished breakfast, happy to help you out and give you a well deserved break.

You and Touya have been married for eight and a half years. You two met at UA high, and an epic love story commenced. You two were made for each other, finding one another again again, no matter how many times you thought things were entirely over.

Touya gave you happiness in life, and you gave him sanity. He almost ran from home many times, and even got seven miles out of the city on foot before you found him, panting on your bicycle.

Touya was quite mad at you for going so far alone at night, and you were utterly livid that he just tried to leave you.

Before Touya could scold you, you blew up on him, tears running down your cheeks as you cussed him out, telling him if he ever tried to leave you again you would hunt him down and break his legs.

Even as you threatened him he hugged you, rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort.

You two called a friend to pick you up, and you went on with your life. A little more in love with each other than before.

And here you two were, twelve years later. Married, with three kids.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Haru squealed, pulling on Touya's "kiss the chef" apron, red pig tails bouncing up and down.

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"Mommy awake"

"Already? Go show her your picture, try to stall her, mkay?"

"Okays!"

Touya smiled as the four year old ran off to stall her mother, heart melting at her innocence.

Going back to cooking, Touya hoped you would be distracted for at least a few more minutes.

~Your pov:~

Confused, you picked up your phone to check the time.

7:51

Panicking, you bolt up from bed, sprinting towards the door, stubbing your toe on a toy.

Inwardly cursing, you open the door to your shared bedroom, making your way into the hallway.

"Mommy! Wook at my dwawing!" Haru exclaimed, heterochromatic eyes shining as she shoved the paper in your face.

"Oh it's so pretty! Why don't you go show Daddy while Mommy goes to get your brothers ready?"

Haru smiled and ran away with a giggle, making her way to the kitchen.

Sighing, you made your way to your boys' room. Opening the door, you were surprised to see their beds empty.

"Taro, Riku~!" You call, walking towards the kitchen.

"We're in the entrance mom!" Taro calls, bringing you towards his voice.

"I'm sorry I woke up late, let's get ready quickly, and I'll buy you guys breakfast on the way there." You coo, stepping into the entrance of your home.

"But- we're not gonna be late. And we already ate!" Riku replied, popping his (h/c) head out to look at you.

"Hey mama, I already got everything handled, go get some more sleep." Dabi hummed, eyes soft as his head popped out as well, turquoise eyes soft as he smiled at you.

"You... You are amazing." You sigh, smiling up at your husband as he hummed, walking towards you.

"Well if you think I'm that amazing, you could always reward me with a kiss?" Touya smirked, leaning towards your lips teasingly.

Chuckling, you slowly closed the distance.

Right as your lips met your kiss was interrupted by your kids' squeals.

Haru was squealing in joy, always happy to see her parents show affection to one another.

Riku was disgusted, never wanting to see anybody receive any sort of affection besides what he got from both his beloved mommy and daddy.

And Taro- the only one who didn't squeal.

He was beet red.

He dreams of the day when he finds the perfect woman -much like his perfect mama- and has a family of his own.

He loves both of his parents. And strives to be the perfect husband and dad -like his daddy- and find the perfect wife -like his mama-.

You smiled as Riku wailed in despair, shaking Haru as she jumped up and down, Taro only staring at his parents in awe.

"Ri-ri, you'll give your sister a headache, quit that. Ru, you're gonna pass out if you don't calm down, and Ro, for the sake of your ma, you need to breathe." Touya sighed, a smile on his lips as he eyed his gorgeous mismatched children in adoration.

Taro, the seven year old eldest by forty three minutes.

He has crimson red hair resembling Touya's. He got his grandma's eyes, but also a splash of yours. Resulting in gorgeous steel gray eyes with a breathtaking splash of (e/c) around the pupils. His facial structure is most similar to Touya's, but he takes after your personality, attitude, and tendies.

Though it would be hard to tell by someone who's not close to your family due to his shy nature concealing it.

He's known for his respectful, peaceful, and polite nature. The calmer of the twins, and the least likely to cause any sort of problem.

Riku, the younger, rambunctious twin.

Riku has (h/c) hair and turquoise eyes. He looks almost exactly like his mum, and gets his fiery personality from his dad.

He's known as the trouble maker, but he does have his gentle moments.

And the four year old youngest, Haru.

Haru has crimson hair like her daddy and big brother. And, like her uncle Shoto, has two different eye colors. Her left eye is the same gorgeous color of her mama's, and her right eye is the same breathtaking turquoise as her dad's. She looks identical to her dad, and has a fun, very very bright personality.

She's known for her sweetness, creativity, and selflessness.

Touya was snapped out of his thoughts as Haru and Riku pulled at his sleeves, warning him that they'd be late if they didn't hurry.

Laughing he pecked you on the lips before following his darlings out the door, telling you that he'd be right back.

~~

It was half an hour later when Touya walked back in, immediately finding his place on top of you as you laid on the couch.

"Oof- hey baby.. where's Haru?"

"She's at uncle Shoto's house. I thought we could use some alone time."

"Oh? And what are you planning on doing?"

Shifting his way so he could look you in the eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Guess."

~~

Twelve minutes later you were laughing in the kitchen as Touya licked the brownie mix off of the side of your mouth, holding your waist to keep you steady.

"To-To-Touya!" You laugh, pushing your beloved back playfully.

"Hmm?" He asks, pulling you in for a chocolate tasting kiss.

"We need to finish these so we can have room for the cleaning, cuddles, and movie date." You breathe against his lips, making him groan.

"But you taste so good!" He wails in despair, falling against the fridge dramatically.

"Help me get these in the oven and I'll reward you with a kiss~." You coo, instantly seizing the pro's attention.

~~

Two batches of brownies and one marathon of cleaning later, you and Touya were cuddled up on the couch, remote and brownies in hand.

"Oooh! Let's watch (f/m)!"

"UGHH~ we are xnotx watching that again!"

"Why not? It's a great movie."

"And we've seen it forty thousand and a bajilion times."

"You are xsox immature To."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am no-"

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!"

"You're doing it too~!"

"Fine! What movie do you want to watch?"

"Princess Bride."

"No way."

"And why not? Princess Buttercup~."

"Because we've seen it seventy thousand, bajilion times~!"

~Bonus~

"I have no idea who you are talking about. You own no child here." Shoto stated, voice as monotone as ever.

"Umm what the fu- fudge! Fudge!" Touya growled, rubbing his side where you just elbowed him.

"Sho we need Haru." You smile, pinching Touya's arm playfully, causing him to yelp.

"Haru is mine now."

"Oh no she is not. Give me back our daughter." Touya growled, stepping close to the menace of a little brother he has.

"You do not have a dau-"

"Shoto dear.. give us our Haru or we will personally burn your favorite cold soba restaurant, all the others and all of the factories producing the ingredients and instant noodles." You smile, eyes holding an evil only a protective parent or lover could produce.

Shoto's face paled as he stepped inside, quickly returning with a sleeping Haru in his arms.

"I- I was kidding.. please don't burn my soba." Shoto pouted, usually monotone voice holding a certain fear.

".. we'll count this as a warning." You drawl, staring Shoto down meaningfully.

Slightly nodding, Shoto quickly closed his door, shivering at the thought of no soba.

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[spooky-bunnys]

Ran x Male Reader

Note: I'd like to thank @reallyromealone for this idea. I'd also like to thank him for encouraging me to write again. I'm very lucky to have him as a close friend and writing buddy.

The sight in front of (Name) was one he didn't get to see too often. While being married to a Bonten Executive can be extremely dangerous, it can also be extremely entertaining. (Name) watched Ran, Haru, and Rin having a shot contest. It was Rindou's birthday today so (Name) thought of having a small birthday with just Bonten.

While Ran wanted to go out Clubbing for his brothers birthday, (Name) convinced him otherwise. He just wanted them to all let loose somewhere they wouldn't get arrested so....easily. I mean who would call the police here? (Name) and Ran didn't have any neighbors. They lived alone in a huge house in the woods. Just like they always talked about.

"(Name)~" a voiced cooed in his ear. Arms wrapped loosely around his waist. (Name) playfully rolled his eyes and look over his shoulder where a very drunk Ran was staring lovingly at him. "Yes Rannabell?" (Name) heard someone choke and spit out their drink. Once he heard the laughter he knew immediately who it was. "Carefully Rinnypoo don't want you having to change clothes."

He heard someone else choke then spit and laughter. 'Haru'. (Name) rolled his eyes. His brother was always messing with the Haitani brothers. Ran pulled (Name) closer and pouted. "Pay attention to me!" (Name) groaned internally. A drunk Ran was a clingy Ran. "Say (Name) what's that on your face?" (Name) confused pulled his sleeve down and wiped his face.

Ran chuckled. "It's Handsomeness!~" (Name) looked at Ran weirdly. Ran smirked. "Can I ask for some directions?" (Name) more confused looked at his closest friend Kokonoi and his oldest brother. They both were recording and laughed quietly. "Ran where are you trying to go?" Kokonoi asked from behind his phone. Huge grin stretched across his face.

"(Name)'s heart of course!" Ran yelled proudly. (Name) rolled his eyes and tried to move away when he was interrupted. "Can I have your number? I lost mine." (Name) turned to his husband of almost 4 years and deadpanned. "Sorry your not my type." He brushed Ran's arms off and sat beside Takeomi. Ran stood there for a few moments before tears welled up into his eyes.

"I'm not your type?!" (Name) was done. Rindou and Haru were at this point rolling on the floor. Takeomi and Kokonoi couldn't stop laughing. Mochi and Kakucho looked at Ran like he was the dumbest person on Earth. Finally Mikey looked like he regretted agreeing to come to the little party. (Name) stood back up and gently grabbed Ran's arm.

"Alright Ran time for bed." Ran just kept asking (Name) what looks he was attracted to. While (Name) kept ignoring the questions. Just trying to get him to bed. Once arriving to the bedroom (Name) tried (keyword tried) helping Ran out of his suit but the man kept pushing him away. Crying about if he wasn't (Name)'s type he shouldn't be trying to undress him.

(Name) finally had enough. Throwing his arms up while huffing agitated. "Fine! Sleep in your fucking work clothes!" (Name) stomped out of the room and back into he living room checking on the guests. Rindou and Haru were passed out asleep on the floor. Takeomi and Kokonoi were joking about how Ran will be tomorrow. Kakucho, Mochi, and Mikey were leaving.

(Name) walked the three out. Thanking them for coming. When he got back inside he grabbed two blankets from behind his friend and eldest brother. Covering the two on the floor while also sliding couch pillows under thir heads. He nodded to the other two since they know where the guest rooms are they don't need to be shown.

He made his way to the kitchen. Made a glass of water and stopped by the bathroom. Grabbing the pain relief before making his way back to the bedroom. Ran was passed out on the bed. Pants half way down his legs blazer and tie on the floor shoes still on. (Name) ran his hand through his hair and fixed Ran into his bed clothes and under the covers. He put the glass of water and the pain relief on Ran's bedside table.

After changing clothes turning the light off and getting in bed (Name) could only chuckle and shake his head. He wasn't the only one who was gonna hold tonight over Ran's head. Morning is going to bed so interesting.

Ran woke up to sunlight peaking through the curtains. He groaned in annoyance but regretted it quickly with the huge headache he had. He opened his eyes and looked around. Noticing he was in is bed and in bed clothes he didn't think much of it. Ran noticed the glass of water and medication and smiled softly. His precious husband must have known he was gonna be hung over.

After taking some medication he looked at the other side of bed. (Name) was curled up. Cuddling the stuffed animal (animal type) Ran won for him on their first date. He leaned over kissing (Name)'s temple and smiles softly. "I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world." Ran cuddled up to (Name) and slowly fell back asleep.

BOUNS:

Ran: I wasn't that drunk last night!

Kokonoi: You flirted with (Name).

Ran: He's my husband! Of course I can flirt with him!

Takeomi: He joked about you not being his type and you literally cried.

Ran: I did not!

Kokoni: It's true. We have it recorded

Ran: ...

(Name): Then when I was trying to help you get ready for bed you kept pushing me away about how if you weren't my type I shouldn't be taking you to bed.

Ran: ...you recorded it?

Rindou and Sanzu: *wheezing on the floor*

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[tetsutits]

"𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊." - akashi takeomi x fem!reader

synopsis :: takeomi is needy. he thinks it won't be a problem if he steals you away for a little while.

cw :: 18+ smut, mdni. established relationship. reader wears a dress. babysitting. tw kids mentioned briefly. quickie. use of baby, princess, doll. grinding. wall sex + unprotected. creampie. takeomi & reader are in their early 20's. (wc :: 1.5k)

an :: writing for takeomi bc he deserves more love <3 also this was p rushed sorry for any errors !!

MINORS DNI. tr masterlist @tokyometronetwork

"how much time do we have?"

"10 minutes—tops." takeomi speaks quietly from above you.

you've been at the akashi's house for most of the day, helping your boyfriend babysit his two younger siblings. you mostly come here for him—but you enjoy senju and haruchiyo's company, the two little kids have slithered their way into your heart and now have a special place in your life.

it brightens up your day when you see them—they're like rays of sunshine, definitely unlike their older brother. the two kids are surely a handful, but you love them as if they were your own.

"well, they're definitely distracted now," you say, peering over at senju and haruchiyo—both of them sitting in the living room watching tv, "i doubt it'll last longer than that, though."

takeomi rests one large hand on your waist, he stands over you, sneakily watching his younger siblings to make sure they'll be occupied for long enough for you two to sneak away.

you grab his hand and start making your way to his bedroom, "c'mon, we don't have much time. better make it worth it, loverboy." you wink at him, a cheeky smile on your face.

you pull him to his room at the end of the hallway, he closes the door and pushes you up against it—his body big, and towering over yours.

"all of this just because you couldn't wait till tonight," you giggle in between kisses, throwing your arms around his neck.

"can't blame me. you look so fucking cute takin' care of my siblings." he kisses up the column of your neck, breathing in your scent. "this sundress is driving me insane."

you whine when he bites harshly on a sensitive spot by your ear, then licking it to ease the throbbing pain. "o-omi,"

his hands wander all of you, grabbing and groping. one of them comes up to harshly pinch your nipples through the thin fabric of your sundress.

"y'see these?" he groans, cupping your chest in his hands, "fuckin' perfect." he squeezes them hard, pulling a moan from you before you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling any sounds.

you're not sure how long senju and haru will be occupied—but you definitely know that if you're too loud, they'll come investigating.

your other hand is tugging on the hair of his nape, making him groan loudly in response. he pulls down the straps of your dress, slowly undoing the top half, "fuck, baby." he half-whispers.

"so fuckin' pretty." kissing down the expanse of your chest, leaving a trail of bite marks and bruises. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your best to keep quiet as he wraps his soft lips around your nipple. his left hand works simultaneously on your other breast, tugging on the sensitive skin.

"s-shit, omi!" you whine, throwing your head back, resting it on the door.

you arch your back to get more of him, to feel more of his addicting mouth all over you, but you're stopped when his hand comes down to your hip to firmly hold you in place.

"patience, baby. i'll give you what you want."

"we-we're taking too long," you whimper impatiently.

"tch," he clicks his tongue and decides the best way to shut you up is by holding you by the neck, pulling your face to meet him. you let him slip his smooth tongue inside you—stealing your breath away.

he groans softly into your mouth, savoring your taste. a taste that he could never get enough of, something that he's sure is addicting to him. his hands slither down your body where they reach under your dress, slipping them inside to trace the lining of your panties.

"o-omi, please," you whimper, the grip you have on the front of his shirt tightening.

"i know. i know, baby." he lifts your leg so that one thigh is wrapped around his waist. one hand cupping your cunt through your underwear.

your hips involuntarily buck into his palm, using him to pleasure yourself. he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, "feels s'good,"

he chuckles, "you're already soaking, were you that needy? did you want me to fuck you that bad, doll?"

the humiliation makes heat rush all the way to your ears, and you shyly look away from him but your hips don't stop grinding against his hand.

"don' wanna be prepped," you whisper, still unable to look him in the eye.

"wasn't planning on it." he roughly shoves the rest of your dress above your waist, bending down and lifting you up from under your thighs.

"takeomi—!"

"shh, you're being too loud." he cuts you off, two of his fingers come down to move your panties to the side. "unzip my pants, princess."

you do as you're told, and his cock slips out from the confines of his pants. it's long and leaking, his dark pink tip lightly lubricated from his own pre cum.

"oh, shit. so fuckin' wet." the thick head of his cock runs through your wet folds back and forth—occasionally massaging your clit and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your body.

"n-need you inside, omi, please." you ache in need for him, and for him to just fill you up and fuck you senseless.

he doesn't wait any longer, pressing his pulsing cock straight into your fluttering hole. you both moan at the feeling of the intrusion. he can never get over how you feel—always so soft and pliant, ready to take him anytime he wants.

"so warm, baby." the stretch burns—but you won't deny that it makes it more pleasurable when it hurts a little.

suddenly, just before he's about to thrust up inside you, you hear senju's voice yell in the hallway.

"takeee!” her voice travels through the door of takeomi's bedroom, "where'd you guys go?"

both of you freeze, and his hand comes up to shove two of his fingers into your mouth—keeping you quiet.

he grunts, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head onto your shoulder, "we'll be out in a bit, senju."

"i'm hungry!"

"just give me five more minutes!" he forces out, trying his best to make his voice as even as possible. it's even harder to do because of the way your walls flutter and spasm around his length.

"hurry up!" she commands, and you both breathe out a sigh when you hear her footsteps travel across the hall and back into the living room.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, "better be quick then." and before you have a chance to reply he thrusts up harshly, knocking the wind out of you.

your teeth bite the inside of your mouth, and you think you draw blood but at this point you can't seem to worry about anything except the drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

"perfect-so perfect f'me." he grunts, trailing kisses up your neck. your hands grip tight on his shoulders.

with the way he's angled right now, the way he's thrusting up into you—every time his hips move forward the soft hair of his pubic bone rubs against your clit just right. it makes you see stars, the pleasure overwhelms you.

"a-ah! omi—right there!"

"here, baby?" he hits the same spot, and you let out a small sob—he just feels so fucking good.

"don't stop," you say as he continues to ram his cock inside you, his thick tip nudging against your g-spot.

he brings two fingers in between your bodies to play with your clit, stimulating you even further. he pinches and strokes all while you're trying your hardest to keep your moans suppressed.

"fuck—you gonna cum?" he grunts, throwing his head back, "squeezing me so tight, c-cum with me, baby."

that's all it takes to throw you off the edge, gasping out as you cum on his cock. your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

"s'good, omi!" his lips meet yours, swallowing all your cries. you're unable to kiss him back, barely even able to control your body as it jerks to meet his thrusts.

his grip on the back of your thighs hurts, but a few more thrusts and he follows, releasing deep inside you, filling you all the way with his warm, sticky seed.

he slows himself, resting his forehead on yours as you both try and catch your breaths. it's quiet after that, he pulls himself out and helps you dress.

"we can't do this again, omi." you giggle. "i don't want us to get caught."

"i couldn't help myself," he plants a kiss on your forehead. "we should get back."

your legs are wobbly, and your thighs burn as you hold on to him while walking back to the living room.

"what took you guys so long?!" haru pouts.

takeomi takes a second before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "we were building a lego set."

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[hoshi-neko-hikari]

*I’ve been asked to babysit Fleur for the day. I know she’s one of Haru’s friends but I haven’t ever actually met her. I knock on the door to her house and her mom answers.* “Hey, my name is Cali. I’m here to look after Fleur for the day.”

“Oh, bonjour! Im Fleur’s mother, Denise. My little girl will be very happy to meet you. I have to take her brother to the dentist.”

[reallyromealone]

Ok hear me out what if bonten alpha Sanzu has a pregnant husband and twin three year olds and he didn’t tell anyone about them cause you know to keep them safe he was able to hide them until it was decided would have a meeting at his home at night cause that’s when his family would go to sleep he could still hide his family or he thought he forgot to keep in mind his twins get mad when they don’t see him before bed so during the meeting two twins bust down the door that’s when the chaos start

Yes absolutely

Sanzu was stressed as hell.

For years he kept his mate and pups a secret, his home life and his work life completely seperate but tonight his work was coming home.

The rest of Bonten had gotten annoyed that Sanzu never hosted a meeting at his place and now he had to do so.

Sanzu didn't live in a penthouse like the rest, choosing to buy an expensive townhouse with an enclosed backyard for his pups.

Thankfully his mate (name) agreed to prepare food for it, the Omega had a few nights to prepare what would be made.

Thankfully the most that would be eaten would be anything his king consumed.

It was the dead of night when the other Bonten men showed up, thankfully his family on the fourth and top floor and out of ear shot because Bonten was never quiet.

The spread was devine as Bonten spoke of upcoming meetings and dinner parties unaware of the two little eyes watching them from the door absolutely seething in rage.

You see, every single night may it be physically or through video call Sanzu reads his twin sons a bedtime story and sometimes sneaks them chocolate milk if they have been extra good.

Sanzu didn't do that tonight.

Far to stressed he completely forgot about his sons most important ritual, it meant a lot for the twins as their dad was often really busy.

"Papa! W-why no bedtime story!" The elder twin (Elder) asked with a huff as his younger brother held his hand shyly but still looked pretty miffed "shit..." Sanzu mumbled as Bonten all looked to see the two adorable three year olds in little pajamas and both carrying a stuffed toy.

"Oh? Whose this" ran said smiling down at the boys, though he was trying to be comforting to them he just came off as scary and caused the younger to begin crying "damn it ran you made the kid cry!" Mochi yelled angrily and thus an argument blew up at the table mixed with children crying.

All the noise attracted Sanzus beloved mate (name) who came down to see the fuss, large belly hidden slightly under one of Sanzus shirts "what's going on?"

"Papa!" The twins yelled to their pregnant parent who looked worried and embarrassed "what happened?!"

"Sanzu can you please explain who these people are?" Koko asked genuinely confused and Sanzu sighed "my family"

"I'm an uncle?" Takeomi asked as he looked at the twins who did have a fair amount of traits from Sanzu "yeah congratulations or whatever" Sanzu said with a glare "sorry for waking you (name) Sanzu said softly as the Omega just waved him off "my apologies for the twins, they were pretty upset when they didn't get a bedtime story for Haru..." (Name) said apologizing to Bonten who looked at the beautiful Omega almost awestruck "it's alright..." Rindō mumbled "now come you two, you can sleep with me tonight, sound like a compromise?"

"Yeah!"

"Ok papa..."

The twins satisfied Sanzu excused himself to check on his family and wish them goodnight as Bonten looked amongst themselves.

This surely explains a lot.

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[rebo-chan]

Sorry y'all this one's gonna be a long one lol fun analysis/theorizing/headcanoning whatever the fuck this is under the cut :)

So, lately I've been really thinking about Lambo and Tsuna's relationship, Lambo's connection to Vongola, and Lambo's spot as the Lightning Guardian. I know as a fandom, we tend to disregard Lambo because he has like.. two fights in the whole series or wish that someone else was made the Lightning Guardian because that boy is Literally Five. And I won't act like it wouldn't have been cool to see another character as Lightning Guardian (My Haru Guardian fans rise up where are you) but I think what Amanos done here is really fun too from an analysis perspective.

To start with, Tsuna's family is not really a..traditional Mafia family or even a traditional Vongola family either. Let's look at this here, he's got his Two Best Friends(TM), his crush's big brother, the leader of the Disciplinary Committee at his school, a criminal, a half dead girl, and the aforementioned five year old as his guardians. This is FAR from what's likely expected out of the Vongola family, even when you date it back to Primo AT LEAST PRIMO HAD PRINCES, PRIESTS, SAMURAIS as his guardians. (Though he gets away with having One Best Friend (TM) as his guardian.) Yet somehow, their family makes it work!! They survive the Mafia world, multiple times throughout the series and when it's not working they get stronger as a unit and they fight for each other and make it out together. And I think that's the beauty of their specific family.

So then you have Lambo, who Tsuna would do anything for just to avoid Lambo having to experience a fraction of the shit they go through. And Tsuna actually SUCCEEDS at this, he doesn't normally succeed when it comes to being avoidant of Mafia stuff but this was something throughout the series that he was so genuinely adamant against. He only let Lambo fight when he truly had to and even then he very minimally let the Mafia world wrap its greedy paws around Lambo. Kokuyo arc, Tsuna didn't even sort of kind of a little bit consider taking Lambo with them (which would later help keep Kyoko and Haru safe), Varia arc, knowing that this would disqualify him, Tsuna decided he could not allow Lambo to keep fighting.

Future Arc, Tsuna kept Lambo out of the fight as much as he could, allowing the non-fighters to take care of him and I-pin. Shimon Arc, Tsuna felt real regret at the prospect that he allowed Lambo to come.

(And Arco arc where Lambo was hardly present at either, which I'd like to imagine that if Lambo was involved in Arco arc then Tsuna may have just absolutely fucking died)

Tsuna to Lambo is not his guardian (Frankly, he doesn't view any of his guardians as such, they are his friends, his pride, his comrades, and those he has traded blows with and knows they can be trusted.) Lambo to Tsuna is his little brother. This five year old was sent on an assassination attempt that was absolutely in no circumstance meant to actually succeed and the Bovinos know that. To send Lambo to assassinate the strongest hitman was a death mission. So, Tsuna took this child in (or rather this child stuck around bc his Mom makes banger meals) and immediately Tsuna assumes the role of his brother. Lambo and Tsuna are the closest out of all the kids. (Ofc Tsuna loves I-pin and fuuta too, but I think it's safe to say Lambo is his dumb little brother)

Now, I don't think that Tsuna is ever going to see Lambo as anything but his little brother. I actually theorize that the way TYL Lambo is the way he is because Tsuna never really got out of the habit of babying him. He's calmed down since he was a kid and developed a more nonchalant personality with the occasional tantrum because you can't tell me Tsuna DOESNT STILL view TYL Lambo as a non-combatant. When Tsunas 15, he looks at 5 year old Lambo and goes no thanks that boy is never touching a weapon in his life. When Tsunas is 25, he sees 15 year Lambo and goes that is STILL a child he is never touching a weapon in his life. And yes he's completely unaware of the hypocrisy in my head.

This is a spoiled little brother no one can tell me otherwise.

So we know Tsuna just sees him as his kid brother and not a real guardian. But then you have Lambo's feelings about the whole matter. We know that Lambo doesn't really consider Tsuna a boss but as his big brother, but I don't think that changes a lot for Lambo. While fighting is scary for Lambo, he still desires to follow alongside Tsuna and his friends. He doesn't want to be left behind and makes Tsuna promise him he'll take him wherever he goes. He sees Tsuna freaking out about him being a child in a battlefield and he goes, "No you don't understand, I want to be there."

And that? That right there is what fucks me up after everything. Lambo as a concept for a Lightning Guardian feels really unique because of this. He's the youngest one. He's always going to chase after the others, trying to keep up with them, to walk alongside them. One day, he wants to catch up and be considered a rightful Guardian like the others. And that is so... Tsuna and him would be batting heads over this because I cannot see Tsuna relenting on Lambo staying out of the battle. I cannot see Tsuna ever feeling like Lambo's ready. Not because he thinks Lambo is weak, but because Lambo's his baby brother and Tsuna needs him more away from the battle or else he can't focus.

While Tsuna doesn't react outwardly in this frame, I do think it's not a coincidence that he could focus on fighting the battle and not be "impatient" as Reborn put it, the moment he saw Gokudera and Hibari on the battlefield. He could focus easier knowing his friends were running around saving Lambo and co.

Okay, so you have the Big brother who wants to protect his little brother from seeing the same stuff he does, from fighting the same battles he does, and wants him to grow up as a regular kid (a right which he had been robbed off the moment a certain hitman showed up at his door). Then you have the little brother who wants wholeheartedly to be there, desires to catch up to his big brother and know the world that his big brother knows.

How does this difference in value get addressed? well it doesn't because Lambo is still 5 and Shounen jump are cowards for ending Amanos series when they did <3 B U T we have this.

We all know this scene for when we rewatched Reborn for the first and went "..wait.." because that was some actually sweet foreshadowing from Amano. Okay, so. We have a Lambo who finally did it. Finally is someone worthy of being called the Vongola Lightning Guardian. And Tsuna and co are implied to have just been... Gone. All of Tsuna's efforts to raise this kid in a regular life are ripped away because something happens to HIM, not Lambo. And from Lambo's perspective, he's caught up finally but the person he was following isn't around anymore. He didn't think he'd see him again. I think it's safe to assume that this scene either implies that something happens to Tsuna in his 30s (since we know he wasn't actually dead TYL) OR 20yl Lambo is from a parallel world where Byakuran had actually won and actually took Tsunas life.

And I think that's some real meat to bite into for these characters. A little brother who will lose his big brother if he doesn't do something, get stronger in time. A big brother who won't let him join the battle because he's afraid of losing HIS little brother. A Vongola Lightning Guardian who wants to be a shield for his Boss, and a Boss won't let him be a shield.

And that? That's a good concept for a Vongola Lightning Guardian.

Thank you for reading this far if you did :] this is a bit of a ramble but I was thinking about it and I felt it nice to share. I hope maybe I shared some of my brain worms with you <3

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How was your day? I hope it was great! 😊

A quote help inspire this brainrot and that is “Always the bridesmaid never the bride”.

Now I recently re-read your Unrequited story and got an idea. What if yandere Atsumu miya x best friend reader where Reader has a huge crush on him but Atsumu is a major playboy who don’t see Reader as a woman and thought she was tomboy. Like Reader and Atsumu are best friends and rivals since childhood as Reader is the Star player of the female volleyball. The reader is more on the muscular side and cut her hair short due to it getting in the way of her games. Like reader can keep up with the Male Volleyball team and even competes with the miya twins during practice. Even if reader acts tomboy-ish, she is still straight and actually a romantic at heart and wants to date but because of her general muscular appearance and gruff attitude boys are intimidated by her. Others boys don’t even see her as a woman and the general school thought that she was boy due to her looking like a boy similar to Haru from Ouran HighSchool host club. But the reader has huge crush of Atsumu since they were little but Atsumu is busy playing around with more feminine girls. Atsumu unintentionally ignores Reader’s confession thinking that she’s just joking around and gets into a fling with a girl that is opposite of reader: gentle, slim and beautiful. The reader heartbroken by Atsumu still wishes him a happy relationship and goes to cry for a little while but to her surprise Osamu comforts her and allows her to vent about her feelings and insecurities about her body and how she feels like boys don’t perceive her as woman. After some time, Reader and Osamu began to fall in love due to Osamu being there for reader and treating her the way she wants to be treated but when reader during a victory party gets drunk she unintentionally revealed her old feelings to Atsumu and with tears in her eyes said that she always supported him and wanted to him to see her as a woman but its too late and osamu just picks up the reader to avoid making a scene . How would Atsumu take this and what would he feel seeing that he lost the reader forever and to his own twin brother no less.

Hope you have a wonderful day!

Oooooh this is some good brainrot right here. Atsumu would totally be exactly like this too.

I feel like this turned out really stiff-sounding somehow.

Title: Overlook

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x Reader; non-yandere Miya Osamu x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, masculine female reader, drunk reader

Summary: Atsumu only sees you as one of the boys.

overlook

/verb/

fail to notice (something)

The ball slammed against the floor, shooting back up into the air as the girls’ team cheers. The scoreboard was flipped, showing the numbers 25 to 20.

“Thank you for the game!” the two teams told each other a moment later before breaking up to mingle among each other. 

“Congratulations on the final point,” Osamu cheered, clapping you on the back. You’re glad your childhood friend isn’t a sore loser.

“Girls versus boys, and the girls win- how unfair,” Atsumu, another childhood friend, was less charitable, a defined pout on his face.

“That sounds pretty sexist,” you warned teasingly, “Assuming the boys will win and all.”

Atsumu responded back with an even bigger pout. You laughed, trying to hide the blush from your cheeks as you looked at him. 

A dark-haired boy walked over to stand next to Atsumu. He gave you a bored look for a moment before saying, “I thought you were a boy at first. You know, because of the short hair and muscles.”

A flush spread across your face. You knew that was how most people saw you, but it hurt hearing it directly from someone.

“That’s not very nice, Suna,” Osamu said coldly. You silently thanked him, giving a timid little nod.

Everyone thought you were a boy when they first saw you. It didn’t matter that you were somewhat girly, other than liking sports, it didn’t matter if you wore the girls’ uniform or had a romantic worldview- you weren’t seen as a woman at all.

You supposed it couldn’t be helped too much- your hairstyle was very typical of a boy’s and your figure was not very feminine. You were tall, muscular, and flat-chested.

The coaches of each team blew their whistles and you gathered with your team to hear the critiques from the practice match. You could tell that your coach was proud of you all for winning against the boys and you beamed whenever she praised your strength.

You were the one randomly chosen to stay behind and clean the gym. You didn’t mind at all, it always gave you time to think.

The boys left the gym, all except for Atsumu. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he must’ve been chosen to stay and clean too! The blush that spread across your face was massive, touching even the tips of your ears, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

Not a minute later and the two of you were alone together, running around, picking up balls and things that had been left behind. Once you had finished with that, the two of you headed for the janitorial closet to get the brooms.

“Hey, Atsumu,” your heart was pounding in your ears, but you knew this was the time to ask, when you were completely alone for once and not around each other’s teammates.

“What’s up, (Y/n)?” Atsumu asked, grabbing a large broom.

“I… I like you…” You blurted out, “Like… a lot.”

Atsumu immediately laughed, “Same, yer one of my closest friends, I’m almost as close to ya as Osamu.”

“No, that’s not what I mean,” you said frantically, “I mean-”

“Come on, I want to get this over with,” Atsumu whined, slipping past you and placing the broom on the floor, “Stop joking around.”

Your heart sank and tears leapt to your eyes. A strangled “okay” left your lips but you were anything but okay.

You shouldn’t have come to this party. Not if you wanted to keep your sanity.

Nearly the first sight you’d been greeted with was Atsumu making out with some random girl on the couch. The worst part had to be how the girl looked- skinny, feminine, large-breasted, and short. The complete opposite of you was clearly Atsumu’s type.

When Atsumu walked up to you with her on his arm, it’s all you could do to wish them a congratulations. You’re tearful the moment they turn away.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice asked you. You looked over to the source and were surprised to see Osamu standing next to you.

“I’m fine,” the minute the words leave your mouth, you burst into tears. 

Osamu gently led you over to one of the open private rooms and rubbed your back as you sob into your hands. You’re thankful for the comforting motions.

“What’s the matter?” Osamu asked you.

The words spill out of your mouth before you can even think about keeping quiet, “No one sees me as a woman, Osamu. I look like a guy and that’s all everyone thinks of me.”

“I see ya as a woman,” Osamu said quietly, “I always have.”

Before you know it, he’s closing the gap between you both. You allow it to happen, surprised by how soft his lips are as they meet your own. You melt into the kiss as though it were the only thing that mattered.

Three months later, another party rolls around. It’s a celebration for the team going to nationals and you’re there to support Osamu. You’ve drowned at least four drinks by now, and they’re nowhere near light on the alcohol.

You’re stumbling around, nearly blackout drunk at this point, when you run into Atsumu. Your feelings for him have long since faded, replaced by a fondness for his twin, but you can’t stop the words from coming. The alcohol has obliterated your filter.

“You know, I used to have a crush on you,” you giggle drunkenly, “All I wanted was for you to see me as a woman but noooo.”

You sway a little as a hiccup leaves your mouth, and you continue, “But it’s all for the best, right? Now I’ve got someone else, someone better.” A smile spreads across your face as you look across the crowded room to Osamu, who sends a grin back your way. You give a little wave, which almost sends you off-balance in your drunken state.

“I’ve found happiness elsewhere.”

Atsumu stares at you, mind working a mile a minute.

You’d had a crush on him? How hadn’t he noticed? How hadn’t he seen you? 

You looked every bit the part of a woman, decked out in a pretty dress for the party and a little bit of makeup. Yet, Atsumu had never bothered to look at you that way.

Maybe his feelings for you were sparked from the jealousy that his brother had something he didn’t. How dare ‘Samu take you away when you’d liked him first?

Maybe it was the rejection of your previous feelings, the knowledge that you’d moved on, even without him ever knowing you’d liked him in the first place.

As Atsumu watches you nuzzle up to his twin, giving him a peck on the lips, he feels white-hot jealousy course through his veins.

He wonders if he can get you to feel that way about him again.

Even if it hurts his brother in the process.

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