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HELLOOOO im in love with the way you write our beloved rama 😭

i just wanted to know ur hcs about him beginning to realize he feels more about the reader than just friendship and/or how he deals with the first buds of sinful thoughts about their dear human friend? 👀

HI tysm!! Ramattra definitely has my attention hahaha. Sorry this is so long!! I just like writing 😂

Ramattra realizing his feelings

Earning his friendship was a hard enough task on his own. He never made that easy for you, or for anyone of flesh and blood

As much hatred as he has for humanity, he doesn’t outright assume all humans are evil. He understands there is still good in its kind, it’s just a matter of knowing who he is safe to drop his guard around when having more acute interactions

And this is a process he has the utmost forbearance for. As long as a person can express patience with him, then he is more than willing to allow himself to be understood by a human peer

You were probably one of the most respectful humans he had personally interacted with. Your kindness made for a strong first impression, especially in the way you had greeted him as any other person, looked upon him with no surprise in your eyes as if he had just been anyone else. Not a killer. Not a terrorist.

Still, for the ongoing weeks he kept his distance the more he had found himself in the same room as you, assuming his same process of determining whether your behavior was a front or not.

He was as kind to you as you were to him, which made things a little confusing on your end. You weren’t oblivious— you know who he is, and such a name as Ramattra came with a complex reputation. He’s certain he began addressing you as a ‘friend’ the moment you’d inquired why people thought him as ‘cold’

“You’ve been real nice to me,” you’d said, mirth in your tone, “I’m not just getting special treatment, am I?”

It wasn’t the first lighthearted joke you’d made in his presence, but it was the first he’d laughed at. He knew it wasn’t a question that needed answering, and so he didn’t. You were smart enough to assume the reason for rumor

Quickly, you both became close. (Well, ‘quick’ being you set the record for “fastest human to earn Ramattra’s trust”. It took fourteen weeks, but neither of you were counting.)

He was content to admit he admired you, respect drastically outweighing his contempt for what you were. It felt nice, to see you through blurred lines— he felt he finally understood, for just a moment, the bond that his brothers back at the monastery were trying to protect

But the more Ramattra grew to know you, the more he shared about himself. Which, tends to be a normal exchange between friends, certainly. Of the others he would dare call ‘friends’ before you, this wasn’t out of the ordinary

Yet when he would speak too much about himself with you, he felt shame. Embarrassment. He would wonder to himself at times if he should have shared certain things, and worried of your opinion

It made him pull back for a while, and was relieved you remained as patient as you’d always been. You made sure he was fine and he’d kindly dismissed you, to which you respectfully backed off and simply told him you were here if he needed

But… then when he was given the space he asked for, he became somewhat angry with himself. Now he just missed you, but felt so under pressure to be in your presence. It was frustrating.

You knew whatever problem he was facing had to be because of you, since he had told you just a few days ago that he preferred a little distance for now— but here he sat across the room from you, scrolling through lists of weaponry concepts to decide on what to work on next, inquiring your opinion of colors, of all things.

There came a day that Ramattra had a run in with a particularly violent human gang, of whom he’d shown little mercy for after they dealt the first strike— he should have swung the moment one of the strangers drawled about wearing his face as a trophy, “-after I reduce ya to nuts-n-bolts,” they’d said. A pitiful drop of confidence quickly lost into the newly reddened asphalt of the nearest alley

You caught him marching down a corridor, and it finally hit Ramattra like a truck when you’d approached him to make sure he was fine

He didn’t bleed red, you knew this. And something in him clicked when you immediately assumed him the victim, placing careful hands on his chest as you observed him for damage

Oh, he liked you. A lot. Had any other person of flesh approached him, he would have demanded solitude with a killing accusatory tone, a wordless threat of violence if his needs were not met.

But you had came to him, and he was more than relieved that you had. Just seeing you again, he realized why he hadn’t hit his attackers first.

“Are you attempting to domesticate me?” He had blurted, watching you curl your hand into the hem of your shirt and wipe the blood from his fingers. He takes in your baffled expression with a hidden affection- and yet again, feeling awkward for such a poor joke with little context. He fought himself on whether to explain, but decided better of it.

Understanding then why he felt so drawn to you, he felt somewhat justified in why he additionally felt like such a fool in your presence.

He hadn’t intended to feel this way about you, it couldn’t be helped. You hit many marks that he found objectively attractive.

He would spend the next few days observing you to thoroughly analyze his feelings toward you— to which you felt like a specimen being studied with how he kept tossing prolonged stares in your direction

He didn’t mean to appear like a creep, and he ended up feeling so much worse when you finally confronted his “quiet ogling”

“I— I was not,” he’d say defensively, and relaxed quickly when you laughed. “You are merely a fascinating subject to observe, is it so offensive that I watch?”

“Are you calling me pretty?”

“No.” He quickly bites, then immediately froze as he regretting saying it so harshly. He doubles back, “But, I do not mean—“ a pause, “You are fine as you are. But that is not what I was saying.”

Ogling. He was ashamed to find himself doing just that so soon after the amused accusation

The way you smirk before telling a joke, he’d mishear your jest when he was so focused on the way your mouth moved, and imagined running his thumb over your lips

When he’d find you closer to morning, he loved to catch you stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt would ride upward and reveal a bit of your navel while your upper half trembled into the stretch. He wanted to put his hands there, too.

He stole an opportunity to knead at your shoulder once when you complained about being sore from a prior activity, everting inside him lurching with humiliation when you settled comfortably into his lap.

An innocent gesture, sat between his legs while you accepted his kindness— though a deceptive offer, for he had just wanted a reason to have you this close.

He stared hard at your neck, gaze dropping to peer beneath your collar. It was dreadful. But he wouldn’t restrain himself, entirely glad he had a stationary face.

He’d pull at the cables of his mane when he was by himself, shaking his head and his fists at himself for this unrighteous behavior. Being away from you was worse, left alone with unrestrained thoughts of the things he could do to you

And oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

But you were a friend. A human. He was an omnic, and certainly not one built for… that kind of activity.

But then again, he was not made with life in mind, either. As far as he saw it, he could do whatever he wanted with the privilege of having agency

And that has resulted in relieving himself of these indecent thoughts when he shut himself into his quarters, blessed with the ability to create vivid images of what you would look like beneath him.

These solemn hours of the night should be reserved for meditation, and pondering his next move. But now he’s been reduced to touching himself with you in mind, pulling at delicate wires that were not meant to be tempered with.

Imagining you there. Evoking hypothetical risk by trusting you with his body.

But he hadn’t even made his feelings known to you yet. Hell, he couldn’t imagine a situation where he would without it complicating everything, or making you distant.

He knew he was the least likely candidate to end up in a cross-species relationship. So for now, he’d just relish in your friendship

And if ever you hint at wanting to take things a step further, you would find Ramattra quite eager to advance.

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chiharuhashibira · 7 months

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What about a shorts featuring your fave Kimetsu No Yaiba teacher?

But make it Professor X Student 👀

Whew~ Here we go with the final part of Special Classes >////<

Have you enjoyed your History, Art, and PE classes? Yes? Oh that's good cause you'll also love your Math class 🤭

You are 22yo here, and a graduating student. Sanemi is 27.

Let's start now! 🌸

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

Content Warnings: ProfessorXStudent/Suggestive/Curse Words/Dom Sanemi/Degredation/Blow job/Matured Content/18+/Sexually Explicit/Blood/Violence

Minors DNI.

(Image is not mine, credits to the rightful owner)

🌸𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂🌸

"Oi! That's not the answer! Have you listened to anything that I taught earlier?! Go back to your seat!"

You sat there and watched as Sanemi, your math professor, cast a critical eye over the room. You started to feel anxious because he might ask you to solve the problem in front of the class. And unfortunately, as if fate were conspiring against you, his purple eyes eventually landed on you.

Sanemi sat on your desk while maintaining an expression of irritation. "And what do you say, Y/L/N-san? Why don't you solve that math problem for me?" He asked the question sarcastically. You gave a small nod before rising from your seat, at which point you noticed that your chest felt heavy. You are aware that Sanemi is still glancing in your direction.

After a minute of solving, you turned to face the class and your professor, who was still sitting on your desk, looking amused, which surprised you. You took a deep breath and mustered up all of your courage before you spoke.

"f(x) is a quadratic function, and its graph is a parabola. As a result, it is not a one-to-one function because the parabola can be interrupted by horizontal lines at two different locations. The correct answer is a D."

Sanemi got to his feet and started walking towards you while softly clapping his hands. Your expression remained expressionless, and you experienced shyness despite the fact that you were aware that many eyes were staring at you at this very moment. You felt an arm stretched across your shoulder, and when you looked up, you noticed that Sanemi's face had finally stopped showing signs of annoyance.

"Woah! I thought this class was full of dumb brats! You surprised me, Y/L/N-san!"

You bowed your head respectfully and then proceeded to return to your seat. You no longer feel the same level of anxiety in your chest.

Because you are so accustomed to the harsh methods of teaching that Sanemi uses, these compliments seemed like a miracle that you would only hear once in your entire life.

"Sensei is so intimidating! Even if I do know the answer, I often forget it."

"So true! He's so harsh, and he is so anno—"

"Sssh, Aoi-san, if sensei hears you, he'll definitely make your life hell."

You couldn't help but overhear the conversations of the other students when your math class ended. What they are saying is true. Sanemi Shinazugawa isn't the nicest professor at the university. Oh well, he isn't soft at all, and he makes sure that you all know it.

Compared to the angel and most loved history teacher, Kyojuro, Sanemi's class is definitely an embodiment of hell. Especially if you're not studying well.

And as for you, you cannot fail any of your subjects. You are not the friendly type and you prefer to be alone than socialise. If you fail, you'll have no choice but to repeat the same subject with different people, and that would be so tiring.

Also, you already work outside your class hours aside from maintaining your scholarship. You can't lose all of that just because the professor teaching your math subject is the infamous Sanemi Shinazugawa.

After that day, on which you had successfully astonished Sanemi, a few days passed. It's well past midnight, yet you're still at the convenience store, where you are conducting an inventory check. The next thing you know, a man with a beard is grabbing your hand.

"Hey missy~ It looks like you're so busy. Need help?"

You pulled your hand away from him and took a step back. You felt a shiver when you managed to see that the man looked wasted. "No sir. Thank you." Despite the fear that started to bubble up in your stomach, you still tried to be as respectful as you are.

You were about to go when suddenly the man grabbed your hand again, tighter this time. You yelled but realised that the other employees were inside the stock room. You didn't want to shout, as you didn't want to scare the other customers, so you tried to squirm from his hold.

"Sir, let go of me."

"Come with me. I'll give you a better time counting how many times I can make you cum."

You were astounded by what he said and felt the tears almost fall from your eyes. But then, before they could fall, you suddenly heard a familiar voice that astounded you. You looked up, and there Sanemi was standing behind the man. His nails dug into the man's shoulder as he stared at him with fury in his eyes.

"One, I hate perverts. And two, I hate perverts who use numbers to rizz a poor kid. Let go of her before I make you rethink all of your life choices, you fucker."

And after only hearing his voice, the bearded man stumbled on his way out of the convenience store. And the good thing is, no commotion happened.

"You okay?" Sanemi said, pointing at your reddened arm. You looked back at him and noticed that he wasn't wearing his professor's outfit. The man looked so cool with his messy hair. He even looked cooler with that black leather jacket over his white shirt.

So, my professor looks like a normal person outside class...

You immediately recalled how tough he was earlier when he tried to save you from that pervert, and this sprang to mind before you could even think of anything else. You had no idea that he was capable of acting in such a way. And with that, you felt your heart racing as you felt heat coming up your cheeks when your eyes met.

"Hello?" He waved in front of your dumbfounded face and raised an eyebrow. It seems like Sanemi doesn't recognise you. So you shook your head and bowed in front of him.

"Sensei, thank you for saving me!"

"Hmm? Sensei?"

"I'm Y/L/N, Y/N, from the university. You're my math prof—"

"Oh, okay?"

You looked up once again and saw Sanemi looking away. He seemed preoccupied with the can of beer in front of him. Awkwardness filled the air. I think I shouldn't have told him I was his student! I hate how awkward I am when my mouth opens. You sighed and decided to thank him once again.

"Shinazugawa-sensei, thank you again. I'll get back to work."

Before you could head back to the storage room, Sanemi spoke up in a monotone.

"Uh, what time does your shift end?"

You were astounded by his question. Why would he ask that? You turned to look at him, but then you bumped your head on his chest. Apologising, you stepped back and stared into his lilac eyes as you spoke up.

"My shift's done in 30 minutes, sensei."

"It's late. Do you have someone to pick you up?"

You looked at Sanemi as if he were doing something unusual. Oh well, he does. Usually his mouth is full of curses, and his tone is always angry. But now it's different. Despite being monotone, it has a hint of... care?

"No sensei. I take the bus home."

"Okay. I'll just wait for you then."

"Uh why?"

"It's dangerous going home this late. And you're my student, so you're my responsibility. I'll drive you home."

Your heart started to toss and turn inside your chest, which almost made you want to throw up because of too much fluster. Sanemi is your saviour, and now he suddenly looks so cool that you can't take your eyes off him.

You didn't protest, as he is right. It's dangerous out there, especially since there was a man who tried to abduct you earlier.

A part of you felt a bit happy, as no one had shown you this care before, not even your parents. And with that last thought, you managed to end your shift.

You changed into a skirt and a shirt. As you walked out of the convenience store, you saw your math professor leaning against his car. "Three minutes late." He said this, checking his wristwatch before looking back at you.

You swear you could see the astonishment on his face when his eyes landed on you. But of course, that quickly faded away as he stood in front of you. "Sensei, I'm sorry if I made you wait."

"Just a favor. Don't call me sensei outside the university. People might think something's wrong if they heard you and saw you enter my car this late at night."

"Oh, sorry, Shinazugawa-san."

"Much better."

He opened the door for you, and his gestures shocked you. Last week, you saw how he almost threw a book at one of the students, and now here he is, being a gentleman. It's so not him.

You entered his car and were greeted with a minty, manly scent. Wow, this is Shinazugawa-san's vibe, for sure. You looked around and managed to settle down comfortably on the seat beside him. You tied your hair back and stared at Sanemi as he started the car. His hands looked so big. If that bearded pervert ever attempted to harm you, he wouldn't be able to withstand a punch from this man.

"Do you have a hand fetish or something?"

He asked that you cut off your thoughts. You looked away and apologised once again. Sanemi brushed it off and started driving.

"So where do you live?" He asked as his eyes peeled off the road. You told him your address, and he went on to ask you why you decided to work in a place too far from where you live.

"Oh, I have no choice. I need to grind for my future."

You felt like Sanemi wanted to say something, but he eventually stopped himself. And of course, you didn't say anything further. You don't want to make the travel more awkward than it already is. And when we say awkward, it's because you only answer when asked as if you're reading a script.

"So, what can you say about our classes? Don't tell me that I'm rude, 'cause I'm sure well aware of that."

Sanemi was the one who decided to break the silence. You played with the hem of your skirt and looked at your lap. You actually don't want to answer him, as you never wanted to offend him in any way. You sighed, and finally,

"You're cool."

"Oh. That's new." A small smile broke on Sanemi's lips, and that made you blush. Before you could say anything, Sanemi spoke up in a low tone. "I know that you're just saying that because of earlier, though. But thanks."

"Mmm..."

"Are you scared of me at class?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I study well. Why would I be afraid of you?"

"Good answer. You know, I'm tired of fucktard students who think my subject's not important."

And there, the curse words began. "I see."

"Are you really this silent? LOL"

You almost laughed when Sanemi verbally said LOL as it sounded funny. You tried to stop yourself from giggling, and you looked away. But yeah, back to his question. You just shrugged your shoulders and leaned back.

"Eh? You'll make our travels feel longer if you stay like that."

"Travels?"

"Your shift ends at the same time every day?"

"Yes. But what do you mean by trav—"

"Now we're talking." He chuckled and continued, "Whether you like it or not, I'll be here after your shifts as I also go home to the same town. I have a friend who's dorm is beside the convenience store, so don't fucking tell me that it'll be a bother, cause nope."

"But sen—"

"Sanemi. Call me by my first or last name when we're out of the university. You weren't paying attention earlier! Tsk!"

"Sorry..."

"And stop apologising too much."

You felt your heart go fast as Sanemi smiled at you. "I told you, you're my student, so you're my responsibility. And I don't want what happened earlier to repeat."

"Thank you, Sanemi-san."

That first time Sanemi drove you home became your math professor's task every time that you were at that convenient store.

You still acted a bit awkwardly towards him, but after a few days of those moments recurring, Sanemi slowly brought you out of your shell. And also, he managed to start making you feel more flushed than before. You started liking him and the times when he was there for you.

At the university, he's still like the chaos incarnate with his harsh antics. He even made one student cry because he became mad at them for being too loud in the hallway while he was teaching. And of course, at class, he didn't show you any special treatment. He even started to call you airhead at the uni.

But yeah, you didn't have any grudges against him, as all you wanted to do at the university was learn and pass. And you're clearly aware that Sanemi's just doing his job in his own way.

It just also seems like Sanemi has this facade at school. But you won't dive deep into that, as you never wanted to pry.

"Hey airhead."

The sound of Sanemi's voice reverberating through the hallway shook you out of your stupor. You turned your head to look at him and noticed that the math professor was approaching you from behind. There are no math classes today, so you were astounded to see Sanemi.

It is impossible not to fall in love with the charming way in which the sun's rays fall on him. Because of the way that his piercing eyes were fixed on you and the way that his hands were crossed, almost exposing his bare chest, you can't help but feel as though your breath is being slowly sucked out of you.

You bit your lip, still staring at him, when he finally stopped in front of you.

"Airhead, I'm going to fucking melt if you keep staring at me like that."

You blushed and looked away. But then, before you could give an excuse, Sanemi spoke first. "Your classes are done?"

"Yes sensei."

"Come with me. Help me check your papers."

You immediately nodded and followed him to the classroom of the Math Club. The members were out early today, so Sanemi got the entire room for himself. And yes, the man likes solitude sometimes.

Sanemi closed the door behind him and sat on his desk. "Just pull a chair from somewhere there." He pointed at the empty seats, and you complied.

Sanemi has been a nice guy to look out for you after work, and you really appreciate that. You wanted to pay him back sometimes, but he declined it, so one night you told him that you'd be his apprentice at the university, and you'd even help him with his tasks if needed. There, he agreed.

It wasn't the first time that the two of you shared this room to indulge yourselves in numbers. It was a win-win for you. First, you are definitely learning. If there are mistakes, Sanemi teaches you the formula, so that's an instant special class for you. Second, you kind of want to spend time with him, so these moments make your dreams come true.

Your work is just 4 hours as you are just a student, and the owner of the convenience store is too kind to make you work for 8 hours after your 6 hours of school. So, you won't be late even if you stay here at the university, as your work starts around 9 p.m.

Sanemi cleared his throat, which made you look at him. He was staring at you intensely, and when your eyes met, it was him who averted it this time. "Uh, so, how's the day? Any homeworks?" He asked with an awkward tone, which definitely surprised you, as he was usually sounding either cocky, angry, or caring.

"Yes sensei. On Iguro-san's chemistry classes."

"Hah! I hope my friend doesn't give you a hard time." Sanemi chuckled.

"He doesn't. He's less harsh than you are."

It was late when you realised what you said. You covered your mouth and stared at Sanemi, who had the veins on his forehead popping in irritation. "You brat. Math is important! If I weren't harsh, would you all fucking listen to me?"

"I will. I like it when you're gentle."

What you said surprised Sanemi. His cheeks suddenly turned pink, but he tried his best to hide it. You noticed it but didn't say a word. But inside you, you felt hot. You like it when Sanemi blushes. You bit your lip again and crossed your leg as you felt something weird down there.

His breathing has changed, and you watched his exposed chest as he did so. Your eyes landed on his scars, and a part of you wondered how they would feel if you touched them.

On the other hand, lots of crazy thoughts suddenly filled Sanemi's head.

She likes me when I'm gentle. What does this little fuck mean?

Your words almost caused his mind to shut down. He always looks forward to when you speak, as you're always so quiet, but times like this really astound him. He's flustered around you, and that's because he likes to have his own damsel in distress.

Your math professor's attracted to you, and you have no idea.

Sanemi straightened his collar and cleared his throat before continuing to check the papers. You watched as he moved in his seat, but you couldn't help but be perplexed as to why he responded in such an unexpected manner. You stepped up, bent towards him, and reached for some additional paperwork that had been placed in front of him so that you could also check those.

But then, instead of reaching the test papers, it was Sanemi's hand that you accidentally touched. "Oh sorry... I was just trying to get some papers." You said this and proceeded to take some papers, not knowing what your actions were doing to the professor.

His eyes watched you as you gently sat back, and without you noticing, those lavender orbs fell on your breast. He was observing you the whole time. As you breathed in and out, Sanemi watched your chest rise and fall.

You finally finished checking and smiled at your professor. But he was too taken with the sight in front of him. You tucked your hair back behind your ear and stood up from your seat.

"I'm done, Shinazugawa-sensei."

"Hey airhead, can you stop doing that?"

"Huh? Doing what?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Sanemi stood up from his seat, and in just a blink of an eye, he pinned you on the wall, Kabedon style.

You blushed at what he was doing, as you didn't know why he was doing this in the first place. "S-sensei?" You asked, blinking in shock as you felt his hot breath touch your neck.

Sanemi stared at your eyes, and there you saw how they were painted with passion and... hunger? A part of you wanted to leave, but then the bigger part wanted whatever this was. He leaned in until your foreheads touched, then spoke to you in a deep, husky voice.

"The fuck are you doing with me, airhead? You don't know how much you make me want to do this."

"I don't know what you're saying..."

"You want me to be gentle, huh? What makes you think that I'll be gentle to a bitch like you?"

"Sensei..."

Before you could say any words, Sanemi smashed his lip over yours. You were stunned for a few moments before you realised that your math professor, your saviour, and your crush are pinning you on the wall and kissing you right now.

With that in mind, you slowly wrapped your hands around his neck and finally kissed him back, letting his tongue explore your mouth as you moaned.

But then...

"Oh fuck..."

Sanemi pulled out and walked far from you, his hand massaging his forehead. You stood up and watched him, feeling a bit anxious while doing so. He suddenly looks mad.

"Sensei..."

"What the hell, Y/N-san!" He suddenly said it in a roaring voice that made you shiver and almost tear up. He noticed that, so he went near you and held your shoulders. The lust in his eyes faded, and what you saw now was regret as he looked at you.

"Hey, I-I didn't want to take advantage of you. Believe me, Y/L/N-san. It's just that I didn't know what happened to me."

"I like you, sensei."

Those words just escaped your lips and left both of you stunned. You didn't want to tell him that, but you wanted him to calm down. You bit your lower lip, and with that, Sanemi finally took a step back.

"No. You can't. I'll just make you cry."

"Why?"

"Just follow what I'm saying."

You felt angry with what he was saying. Yes, he is older than you, but you hate the fact that he is mansplaining you now. You closed your fist in anger, with nails digging into your palm. And while glaring at him. You finally spoke up.

"Then why the fuck would you kiss me, Sanemi?"

Sanemi rubbed his face in frustration, and finally...

"Because you're fucking easy. I can fuck you if I want to. But you see, I'm doing you a favour here. If all this time you had liked me, then you might as well bend over on that table—"

SLAP!

You didn't care if you were inside his den or if he was your professor. What he told you hurt you, and all you wanted to do now was leave. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you watched Sanemi massage the cheek that you just slapped.

"I hate you! You're just like anybody else."

You said that and finally went out of the room, leaving the man with his guilt.

Yes, Sanemi chose to hurt your feelings instead, as he didn't want you to like a man like him. He's harsh; he even hurts the feelings of his younger brother.

He had hurt a lot of women because of that attitude, and now he didn't want to hurt you too.

So, even if he hated it, he said those words to push you away.

I like you too. But even if I wanted to give you my love, you're my student. I can't hurt you that way.

Days passed, and you still went to his classes with a heavy heart. You didn't answer his classes like before; you didn't even react if he taunted the other students. And yes, he did that; you know he avoided you like the plague. He never called your name. He didn't even try to look at you. Suddenly, you're invisible again.

The night after that encounter, all you did was cry. You didn't even go to work. You lied through your teeth when you told your manager that you were sick.

And yes, Sanemi stopped driving you home. Perhaps what he said was true. I'm fucking easy? You thought about it for the hundredth time as you finished your shift. You stepped out of the convenience store, wishing you would see him parked by the—

"Sanemi..."

"Oi, Y/N. How are you?"

The sight of Sanemi again was like a blow to the chest. He had his back against the car, arms folded. You decided to ignore him, walking away, but then he caught your arm.

"Hey, please listen to me."

"What the fuck do you want? If you want to fuck someone, go to a strip club or something."

"No."

"Then what?!"

You pulled your hands away from him, glaring as if you wanted him to just disappear. His sight reminds you of all the hurtful things he said at that time.

"I'm sorry. I messed up."

"Go tell your sorry to some other easy kid. I won't buy that. You are free to fucking fail me if you so choose. I'll just transfer."

"Hey! No!"

You walked away, leaving Sanemi again, but he chased you and blocked your way. He isn't wearing any of those facades as he faces you right now. He looks distressed and sad, and a part of you wanted to give in, but men are like this. They do things like this if they need something from you, and you hate him anyway.

"I love you, Y/N."

"And now you suddenly love me? Oh, please, perhaps you're just horny again."

You tried to escape from him, but Sanemi didn't let you. He held your shoulders and stared into your eyes, begging for you to listen to him.

But then, before he could speak, a person suddenly appeared behind you.

"I hate to disturb this love quarrel, but you need to pay for messing up with me."

And suddenly, all your strength seemed to be sipped out of your body as you saw how Sanemi pushed you away as the perverted man from before tried to stab you. Sanemi received the attack on his side, which made the culprit run away.

The man who stabbed Sanemi was then unintentionally run over by a truck and sent flying, as if fate were on your side to avenge you.

Your eyes widened as everything went red. Your professor coughed blood and fell on your shoulder.

"No... No... No Sanemi! Don't die on me!"

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too. Please don't leave me."

"I love... you... Sorry..."

He said that, and then he passed out.

"What happened to Nii-chan?"

You were astounded when you met his little brother. He entered Sanemi's room with worry on his face. You always see this guy at school, and Sanemi seems to hate him so much. You're a year ahead of Genya and you didn't even think that Sanemi was his brother.

"Sanemi-san saved me earlier. I'm sorry if this happened to him, Shinazugawa-kun."

"No! Don't say that! It's not your fault at all. My Nii-san's really great. He would save people a thousand times if he only could."

You watched as Sanemi's brother sat on the couch beside you, looking at his unconscious brother. It's the first time that you've really looked at him, so it's also the first time that you've seen that he also had scars like Sanemi had.

"Sorry Shina—"

"I'm Genya. Are you my brother's girlfriend? He always speaks about a girl who seems to fit your description."

"Oh?"

You blushed at Genya's words. So, Sanemi's thinking of you? For real? He even went all the way to telling those feelings to his little brother. You weren't able to speak as if he knew that you were a student at the same university where his brother teaches. He'll surely freak out.

"Do you think your brother will be okay?"

"Yes. He had endured this kind of injury a lot of times. I'm sure that his wound now won't be the one that kills him."

A lot of times? Questions filled your head as you stared at Genya. He seems a bit relaxed. Perhaps he trusts his brother so much.

"What do you mean, though?"

"Oh, Nii-chan saved my life when I was younger from an accident. See these scars? He also has this, but it's a lot worse. He endured all the pain just to save me. Nii-san would do anything for the people he loves. Even if it means hurting himself."

Your heart started beating fast once again as you remembered that, before he passed out, Sanemi had told you that he loved you. Perhaps that's why he took that stab at you. But why would he hurt your feelings back then in the classroom if he really did? You're confused as much as you are happy to know that the professor loves you. There were a lot of things that you wanted to hear from him.

"The fuck are you doing here, Genya?"

Both you and Genya were astounded as Sanemi's faint voice was heard. Both of you stood up and ran to his side. Sanemi groaned and tried to sit, but you stopped him.

"Hey no... Just lay down. Please."

He complied without any complaints, but then he looked at Genya. Sanemi caressed his brother's arm. "Hey, you won't get rid of Nii-san that easy." He grinned, which made Genya smile too. "I know Nii-san."

That's the first time that you've seen the innocence and peace on Sanemi's face. He looked like an angel. You smiled at them and were about to leave the siblings, but then Sanemi caught your arm and looked at you with loving eyes.

"Are you okay? What happened to the fucktard?"

"Sanemi-san, I'm good. You should relax first."

"But I want to know."

"The man died. After stabbing you, he ran onto the street and got hit."

"Oh, he got what he deserved!"

Genya spoke in a loud tone that made Sanemi chuckle. You held Sanemi's hand, caressing it as your eyes locked with each other. Then suddenly...

"Genya, I see that you've met my star student, Y/N."

"Oh? Student?!"

Genya was astounded by what Sanemi said. But no one could beat the surprise on your face. Yes, you'll always be his student, and that shit hurts.

But before you can say anything...

"And Genya, I'll punch you if you ever try hitting on her. She's not just my star student. I also love her."

"Nii-san..."

"Sanemi..."

"Your secret's safe with me, Nii-chan. It's nice meeting you finally, Y/N-san."

"Thank you. Genya, can you leave us alone for a while? I'll talk with you later."

After a nod, Genya walked out of the room. Sanemi held your hand tightly and smiled at you. "I'm glad you are okay, Y/N." His voice was soft as he said those words. He had a smile, as if he had just won the lottery. Perhaps saving you is really important to him.

"Yes. It's because of you, sensei— I mean, Sanemi."

He chuckled and caressed your hand with his fingers. "I'm so sorry if I told you lots of hurtful words back then. I didn't mean to tell you those. I was just scared to hurt you. I always hurt the people who become close to me."

"No. I think you're wrong. Why don't you try giving yourself credit? Like with Genya-kun. He adores you so much."

"But... I wasn't able to save our whole family."

"Don't blame yourself for everything, Sanemi. You did your best. And I think your family is proud of you. And I'm not saying that you shouldn't be harsh or whatever; I'm just saying that you shouldn't push people away because you're not saving them. You're hurting them."

"Like what I did to you. God, I hate myself for saying those things. I'm sorry."

"I've already forgiven you. Don't think about that too much."

You leaned in to kiss his lips, which surprised the man when you pulled out.

You smiled at him and caressed his face. "I don't want to lose you again, Y/N." He said this as he caressed your hand.

"You won't lose me anymore, Sanemi. I love you."

"I love you too. Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes."

"Hey airhead!"

You were surprised when Sanemi's voice echoed in the hallway. You looked up at him, and there, you were astounded by how stunning he is. With the sun setting the spotlight on him, you saw his littlest details. The way his grin lights up his face, his arms swing gracefully at his sides, and his gaze follows yours.

You weren't able to look away even before he finally spoke up, teasing you. "I'm going to fucking melt if you keep staring at me like that."

This is deja vu. Sanemi crossed his arms and,

"Come with me. Help me check the papers again."

"Okay sensei."

You walked behind Sanemi, and when you reached the classroom, he locked it. You were about to pull up a chair to sit and check the papers when Sanemi sat on his chair and patted his lap. "Nope. Sit here."

"Sensei..."

"You don't want to obey me?" He asked with a challenging voice, which definitely turned you on. So, of course, you slowly sat on his lap while blushing madly.

"So, I want you to solve this for me."

Sanemi said while caressing your thighs under the table. With his touch, you felt your body tingle. You spread your legs and thanked yourself for choosing to wear a skirt today. You felt yourself becoming wetter, so you slowly rubbed yourself against Sanemi's groin, causing him to moan.

"I thought we'd check papers, sensei?" You said it innocently, teasing him.

Sanemi rested his head on the crook of your neck and used his right hand to cup your breast under your shirt. "I love it when you play innocent, baby." He said, obviously turned on by your actions.

"What am you saying, sensei? You said I need to solve something, so I'm just patiently waiting." You said this, continuously feigning innocence as you felt Sanemi's cock get harder with the friction.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard, Y/N."

He said, making you giggle. But suddenly, Sanemi stood up, making you stand up too. He pointed to the table and smirked at you. "Bend over."

You felt your titties become harder as arousal took over your body. Heat crept up to your face as you heard the change in Sanemi's breathing. Also, the fact that you're both at the university right now turned you on. You loved that it was risky.

So, with no doubt in mind, you bend over the table, exposing your wet underwear to him. Sanemi loved the view. After unbuckling his belt and removing his pants, he approached you, and you felt his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt.

You wanted to see how big it was, as this is your first time with him. Days before this, you had your first foreplay with him, but that was over the phone. He made you cum thrice just by his voice.

"What is two times two?"

"Four."

"Yes, I will make you cum four times in this room."

You felt excited. And what made you more aroused was when Sanemi went down on you and started licking your cunt as you were bent down like a slut for him. He removed your underwear and began running his tongue through your slit.

Sanemi chuckled as you squirmed because of the pleasure. His chuckle reverberated on your skin, sending your tingles.

Then, to your astonishment, Sanemi spanked your ass, making you yelp.

Sanemi stood up and caressed your ass. "Mmm, you don't know how much you're turning me on right now. Face me and kneel down." He said, which you happily obeyed.

You faced him with your eyes trailing from his lustful expression down to his unbuttoned shirt, then down to his big and hard cock.

"You feeling scared now, Y/N?" He said this, smirking at you. But then, without any words, you knelt down and slowly caressed his cock as you adored it. It was so big that you might actually cum more than four times because of it.

Slowly, you swiped the tip on your lip and licked the cum that was already oozing out of it because of being turned on. You held it with your right hand and trailed the bottom of the shaft up to the top before putting it all inside your mouth.

"Oh fuck. Your mouth feels so good, Y/N."

Sanemi held your head and thrust on you as you bobbed your head on his cock. You felt almost gagging as it reached your throat, but you stopped it and decided to look at Sanemi in the eyes as he enjoyed your blowout. "Mmm, baby, I'll fucking make you scream in pleasure if we just weren't at uni this time." He said, patting your head like a good girl.

You were about to give him a hand when suddenly Sanemi yanked your hair and spread you out on the floor. Taking off the rest of your clothes, he started kissing you. Slowly, you felt his hands on your clit as he started rubbing them in circles.

You moaned in his mouth as you bucked your hips up in pleasure. "Shhh, the students might hear us, baby," he whispered as he pressed his lips to yours once more.

With how he stimulates your clit, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. "Mmm near baby!" You said this as you squirmed underneath him. "Yes, baby, cum for me like a good girl."

With that, Sanemi rubbed your pussy faster than before, which almost made you scream, but thankfully, he managed to cover your mouth. And there, after a few seconds, you felt the tingly sensation all over your body. Your eyes rolled with pure lust as your hips bucked up to match the pace of his fingers.

You felt the high subside, and yet Sanemi isn't done with you. Even if you're still intoxicated from your first orgasm, Sanemi lifted you onto the table once more and sucked your titties.

"That's the first one, baby. Now, let's go with the rest."

Sanemi pulled your hair, which made you moan as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of love bites. As he did so, your hands worked to remove his remaining clothing as well. And when his clothes fell on the floor, you ran your nails on his back.

"Fuck me." You whispered that made him smile.

"Of course I will."

Slowly, Sanemi aligned his cock on your pussy, and with one swift thrust, he finally succeeded in penetrating you, compelling you to cling to him as your pleasure began to return. You bit his neck, which made him groan in your ear.

"Oh fuck. Do that again, and I'll fucking punish you, airhead."

You looked into his eyes and saw him looking at you intensely as he continued to thrust into you slowly. You caressed his face and kissed his cheek. "I love you."

That seemed to fuel him, as suddenly Sanemi's thrusts became harder and faster, making your breast jiggle beneath him. He sucked on one of your nipples and continued to fuck your brains out.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to let him go deeper. With that, Sanemi managed to repeatedly strike the perfect spot within you, and you felt your orgasm building up once more. "Ahhh, Sanemi, I'm cumming."

"Good girl."

He rubbed your clit again while continuously fucking you so hard. And there, after just three seconds, you squirted on his cock, making him smirk.

He pulled out of you and watched as you panted underneath him. "That's two for you and still zero for me." Just looking at him right now, you can really say that this man has stamina.

"But we're not done yet, babe... That was so hot when you squirted on my cock. Do it again."

He said and with that, Sanemi finally bent you over the table. You used the poor table as a support, as you felt that your strength had already escaped from your body.

Without hesitation, while holding your waist, Sanemi thrust deeply into your dripping pussy and fucked you.

With every thrust, you managed to whimper in pleasure. "Fuck Sanemi, you're so good." You muttered between your pants, and that made your math professor more aroused. You felt his thrusts become faster again as his nails dug into your waist. You whimpered in pain and pleasure, with tears already welling in your eyes.

He cupped your breasts and left love marks on your neck. "Fuck so tight for me, love." And with that, you matched his pace, also moving your hips with his rhythm. Then, for the third time, you felt your pussy increasing in temperature as his cock continued to strike your gspot.

And there, you finally squirted once again, letting out an audible moan as you did so. Sanemi covered your mouth and continued to fuck you as the tingles subsided.

Without pulling out, Sanemi turned you towards him and lifted you. "Third. I'm so done edging. I'm going to make you cum for the fourth time. And yes, baby, I will fill you with my seed. I know you want that, right?" He asked gently as he playfully squeezed your ass.

You didn't answer, as you felt weak with pleasure. Sanemi smirked and gave you a passionate kiss, biting your lip while inserting his cock into you. You held on to him tightly and wrapped your legs around his waist so that you wouldn't fall.

"Don't worry. I won't let you fall."

"Are you sure you can... your wound..."

"I can. I'm all healed, remember?"

You sobbed on his shoulder as he abruptly inserted his cock into you, preventing you from speaking. It felt so good! Sanemi moaned in your ear as he slowly let the pleasure build. He won't hold back this time.

As Sanemi lifted you up and down his cock, you couldn't help but be impressed by his strength. His thrusts were deeper this time, so to tease him, you clenched your pussy around his manhood, which made him moan loudly. "Fuck! Fuck!"

He couldn't take it anymore, so he placed you down on the table again and lifted your legs on his shoulders. He desperately desired to cum inside you, so he fucked you faster, nearly causing you to scream with pleasure. He didn't cover your mouth this time; he couldn't as he was too focused on how beautiful you are beneath him.

With the lascivious sound of your moaning and skin slapping, he can't help but feel his orgasm inside of him. You, on the other hand, are already feeling the tingles as you feel like cumming.

Sanemi smashed his lips on yours, and there, both of you cummed in unison. You squirmed as your cunt squirted on his cock while he released his seed inside of you. You felt like passing out as the high subsided. Sanemi finally pulled out, making his cum drip on the floor. But who would care? You're drunk on passion.

He lifted you and placed you on his lap as you embraced him tightly. You love this man so much, and you can't help but be happy that he is finally yours.

Sanemi ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. "You're such a good girl. Came four times for... sensei." He teased you, which made you blush.

"Y/N... when I saw you in trouble back then, I told myself that I wanted to protect you. And here we are now."

"Thank you, Sanemi." You said this as your eyes locked with each other. The wind blew over your naked bodies, making you feel the shivers, but then Sanemi embraced you and let you rest on his chest.

"You're just like me when I was younger, babe. I used to do everything for myself and Genya. I even worked back in college too, like you."

"So, you saw yourself in me?"

"Kind of. But you're better. So, I am trying to protect you from bad things. Even from myself... Because a part of me knows that it's wrong to like your student."

"But do you regret loving me now?" You asked, anxious as you watched Sanemi sigh.

"No. The thing that I regret most is trying to hurt you. You're not an easy girl, Y/N. Don't ever believe any of the shitty words I said before."

You smiled at him and kissed his lips. Feeling your strength once again, you slowly sat on his lap, facing him this time. "What I regret is hating you... I love you, Sanemi. Thank you for always saving me." You said it with tears falling from your eyes. You embraced him and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Shhh... Don't cry, babe. Please."

Sanemi lifted your head and wiped away your tears. He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek.

Eyes locked with each other again, you realised how your life would change today. And it'll change for the better with Sanemi by your side. Yes, the infamous Sanemi Shinazugawa fell in love with you, and you're happy with it.

"I love you, Sanemi."

"We're in school, baby." He teased, and that made you chuckle. So then,

"I love you, Shinazugawa-sensei."

"I'm just kidding! But I love you too, Y/N."

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𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼~

You won't know how happy I am that I finally completed this~

Originally, it was supposed to be just headcanons but you know me, I can't write short fics that easy HAHA So, when I was writing 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔: 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 for Kyojuro, I revised it tonnes of times XD

But there, the series flowed until here we are with Sanemi's part! I hope you loved it🤭 As promised, I made it long as it was delayed already HAHA!

Reblogs, Comments, and Requests are highly appreciated! Love you!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT~ I'll see you on my other stories UwU

MDNI!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

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Late Night Texting

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warning/Tags: Cussing, sexting, dirty talk, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex (please be smart!), smut, use of the word daddy.

A/N: Please listen to this playlist while reading this. Joon is my bias wrecker and lately he's been making me feel some type of way, so I wrote this with no intention of it having a plot!

Your phone obnoxiously vibrates. A small groan left your lips as you open your eyes. The notification interrupted your orgasm and it frustrated every part of your body that you ended up giving up, throwing your vibrator across the bed to get your phone to see who the hell could interrupt you at this time.

Joon: You up? 👀

Y/N: Leave me the fuck alone, Namjoon! You just had to bother me at this time, huh?

Joon: Oh…may I know what I interrupted?

You roll your eyes and stop responding. He knew what he was doing, but you couldn’t entertain him right now. It wasn’t because you didn’t want Namjoon to fuck your brains out, because every opportunity that you could—you would. Everything about him was so mesmerizing, especially his size. You were just mad that you didn’t finish, so everything was annoying you at this point.

Joon: If I’m correct in what I think you were doing, you know daddy can help you with that.

Fuck. He was so sexy. You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes, remembering the last time you two had a night together. How he fucked you for hours. The way his large hands wrapped around your neck like a pretty necklace. Namjoon was such a gentleman, but he fucked you like a whore, and that’s what you loved about him. Everyone thought he was so innocent, but if they only knew how he was in bed.

You give in.

Y/N: And what exactly do you think I’m doing?

Joon: Mmm, baby. Let’s not act so pure. We both know what you were doing. By the looks of it, you’re horny, I’m horny, so respectfully, let’s fuck.

You shut your legs, tightly, feeling your pussy getting wetter the more he texts you.

Joon: Let me take care of you.

Y/N: I told you to leave me alone. You tease.

Joon: Fuck it, I’m coming over. See if you have that same energy.

You giggle to yourself, getting him exactly where you wanted him. You hated to admit how much you craved Namjoon. You didn’t want to seem like every girl you’ve ever spoken to. They always ran their mouth about how hopefully one day they would be able to sleep with him. Despite all that, you knew Namjoon was yours. He always told you whenever you were ready for a relationship—he was too. To him, this was more than just two best friends having fun, it was way more intimate than that. You cared a lot about him, but your last relationship kind of ruined the view of love and a relationship for you. Regardless, he always respected that and had patience.

About 15 minutes pass up and there’s a quiet knock at your door. You quickly jump out bed, fixing your hair a bit and wrapping the ties to your robe around your waist to hide the surprise you had for him underneath. His favorite pair of lingerie. You check the peephole to confirm it was him and open the door.

“Hey baby,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “I’ve missed you.” He whispers in your ear, giving your neck a peck.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you slightly moan at the attention he’s giving your neck.

“What happened to all that shit talking over text, babe?” He chuckles, “I thought you wanted to be alone.”

“Fuck you!” You roll your eyes, letting out a slight laugh.

“If you let me in, I can get started on that,”

Both of your hands intertwine together, leading to your bedroom. You definitely had set the mood, turning on red LED lights. He locks the door behind you as you waste no time in pushing him on the bed. Tonight was about him. You crawl over to him seductively, finding the waistband to his sweats as you flip your hair to the side. The bulge peaking through was very noticeable and you knew how hard you made him. Your small hands pull down his sweatpants.

“This time I’m taking care of you, Joon.” Your eyes don’t leave his as you slowly remove your robe and throw it across the room.

“Fuck, Y/N…all this for me?” He grabs you, sitting you on top of him, his warm hands gripping your ass as he pulls you in for a heated kiss.

You pull away, “I said this time I’m taking care of you, so just relax for me, okay daddy?”

The words that came out of your mouth caused him to groan, lightly. He quickly helps you to remove his boxers, finally releasing his thick hard cock. It perfectly slapping his stomach, making him wince at how badly he needed to be taken care of. You open your mouth and wrap your lips around his tip, then fully sinking down trying your best to take all of him. Your cheeks are hallowed and the tip is now at the back of your throat. Saliva forms around your lips as your head is bopping up and down.

“Shit,” Namjoon hisses, grabbing a fistful of your hair to prevent it from being in the way. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Gagging noises fill the room and tears slowly come down your cheeks. Fluids are running down your inner thighs, practically begging to be touched. Your hands cup the end of his balls and carefully squeeze them side to side, adding more pleasure. “You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, you know that?” Namjoon’s words make you moan, sending vibrations to his cock. You release the grip on his balls and wrap your hand around the base of his throbbing length, slowly jerking it up and down, still sucking him off. Nails clawing Namjoon’s thighs, for sure leaving marks behind. He pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop. Eyes were dark and full of lust, “open your mouth,” you do as he says, sticking your tongue out as he slaps his tip on your tongue. He gets up and motions, “come here,” you immediately get out of bed and stand in front of him.

“Get on the bed on all fours for me…show me that pretty ass, baby.”

You do as he says, while he kneels down in front of the bed. Ass all in his face. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Why didn’t you tell daddy how much your pretty pussy needed attention?” He removes your panties, throwing them on the ground.

“Joon, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please…touch…me…” you moan.

Namjoon runs his fingers on your folds, spreading your arousal evenly before spitting on your cunt. He inserts two fingers as well as his warm tongue, circling your clit.

“Oh shit, J-Joon! Feels so good…”

The gushing noises from your wetness echoed through the walls. His teeth nibble on your clit, that’s when you lose it. His fingertips brush against your g-spot, making you throw your head back as he took that opportunity to add a third finger. You wine, gripping onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling your climax coming like fireworks. Namjoon continuously flicking his tongue on your clit, persistent on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“Baby…g-gonna cum!” You squeeze your eyes shut, “p-please let me cum!”

“Let go, baby girl.”

And with that, you release your juices all over his fingers. He doesn’t hesitate to suck all your liquids up like nectar. He stands up, giving your ass a smack, lining himself up, pumping his length and pushed his dick inside you.

“You’re so tight,” he moans, having a solid grip on your waist. Namjoon’s pace quickens, the sound of skin slapping against each other. The position making you feel every inch of him deep inside of you. White cream perfectly coating his shaft.

“Holy shit, Joon!” You scream. He grabs a chunk of your hair, only to thrust aggressively in you. Moans unable to escape your mouth. Your head is spinning and feel your second climax coming in. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, fuck me just like that.”

Reaching for his hand, he grabs your wrist, pinning them against your back. “You take my dick so well, so good for me. I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

Your walls clench around his cock, making him twitch. Your back arcs and legs go weak as you reach your orgasm full on.

“Shit, I felt that!” Namjoon groans at the tightness around his cock. “I’m close Y/N, where do you want me?”

“In my mouth,”

He quickly removes himself from inside you and stands next to the bed. His large hands pumping himself in front of you. Your mouth open, patiently waiting for him to release.

“Ahh…fuck Y/N!” He moans, throwing his head back, his white warm load shooting right into your mouth, swallowing every single drop, sucking him off dry.

You giggle as you pump his length a few times before letting go.

“Come here,” Namjoon breathes, laying next to you as he wraps his arms around your waist. Your hot sweaty bodies glue together.

“That was fucking amazing, Joonie.” You lay your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat.

He laughs, finally catching his breath. “So…was this worth me interrupting you?”

“Mmm, what do you think?” You laugh, kissing his cheek.

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heyyy i’ve got a request for alejandro garnacho x popstar reader with sabrina as the face claim again please?🫶

just a couple of his posts appreciating her and being at her concerts please? thank you so much!!

Of course!!!!!!!!! I love writing for players who are defo under appreciated 👀

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dog-coded Bucky has ruined me and my poor little brain, you’ve caused it to rot and this is the only thing i have been thinking of for days!!

i saw your post about the different tropes and have a few ideas you might like:

• fear of the vets — i’d imagine that Bucky avoids going to medical at all costs and it would take either Buck or Curt dragging him in for him to actually get medical attention, he’s not happy about it though

• rumbling / playful growling — looks aggressive but it’s completely playful, a lot of the guys could a bit hesitant when he gets like that but quickly realise Bucky is just messing around

• leaning on someone with his full bodyweight — my dog does this all the time and i could imagine Bucky just letting all his weight fall on whoever’s closest; maybe the rest of the 100th learn to always have your feet planted after too one too many falls

• chasing his tail — i think that Bucky tries to live life to the fullest and often that means overindulging in certain vices, but the chasing tail metaphor is more like participating in the simple joys, doing something stupid just because you can

• trigger words — instead of treat or walk, as soon as someone even whispers the word bet Bucky is bounding over

• no social awareness — it’s so clear that Bucky is a social creature, but i feel like he would just go up to anyone and act as if they’re old friends, arms thrown over shoulders and wide smiles; does it make Buck jealous… 👀

• instinct — sort of following on from the above, there are some people that Bucky just avoids as he’s got a bad feeling, you know how some say that dogs always know what type of person someone is

i definitely have more ideas floating around, but these are the main ones at the moment. i loved the first chapter and got so excited when i saw it posted!!

RESPECTFULLY I SMOOCH YOUR FOREHEAD. WOWOWWWWW

the way the live wires in my brain lit tf up at these oh you're a saint. i am SO sorry for the transferred brainrot but omg THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE THIS OUT?! i'm nearly in tears at some of them i am so soft for him someone needs to come put me out of my misery pretty please

saving all of these and absolutely trying to squeeze some in <3 esp the no social awareness one bc i do have a little jealous buck scene planned out for chapter three teehee

thank u again legend i am about to post a little snippet as an offering of gratitude SDGJKDSK <3

#and thank u to everyone else leaving asks ab this fic/au truly #the shared enthusiasm fuels me it's like crack to my braincells #i'm live laugh loving thru the suffering of actually having to force myself to sit down and write LMAO #dog coded bucky fic #johnslittlespoon asks

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#now I’m thinking about disciplining sub!javi over his typing skills 👀

YES HELLO SAY MORE PLS (respectfully)

ohohoh han I can definitely say more:

Javi P x reader

600ish words

reader is a embassy/DEA secretary, period typical sexism, sub javi, dom reader, hair pulling, it's pretty tame tbf, they'd get real nasty later if this was longer tho. Unedited, forgive me.

He had made a big mistake insinuating that your job was easy.

Whether it was a simple jibe or not, you weren't letting that stand. Secretaries here worked hard, and received little for it; at best a passable paycheck to get you through the month, at worst a proposition from a self-important man who thought you were only there to be his eye candy.

The office is quiet tonight, most gone home after another long day. You and Javier though, you're still here. He needed to make up for his comments, and you knew just how to make him do that.

"Here..." you say, sitting him down at your desk and offering him the scribbled document to be typed up. You’d already dealt with this one earlier today, so you knew exactly how long it should take at your better-than-average typing speed.

"Go on then, get typing" You order and he just looks from the piece of paper and up to you. Brown eyes searching yours for some indication that this is a joke, that you're just playing. Even so you both know his cock is twitching in his tight jeans hearing you speak in the commanding tone.

“Come on, I was kidding” Javi sighs. You scoff.

You’re not keeping him here, he could leave if he wants to. He doesn’t want to.

"What are you talking to me for, hm? No time for gossip, Peña. You’ve got a job to do" You tell him, a little cold despite the warmth in your body at the way his eyes widen and his breath picks up. It’s a line you’ve heard plenty of times before, it’s nice to be the one speaking it for once.

When he doesn’t move straight away, you reach out. Your nails gently scrape the back of his neck before travelling up, tangling in his dark hair. You shove the paper closer to him at the same time you pull, making him give a sharp hiss.

“Dios mio” he mutters under his breath, voice strained with arousal. He likes it like this. Loves it, being told what to do, being told off. His days are hard; too many thoughts, too many decisions. Giving that all up to someone else for the night is everything he needs.

“Go on” you lean down, a murmur in his ear. He’s distracted by the soft feeling of your body against his, but he’s also aware of the hand still tangled in his hair.

He wants to please you. Always.

You can’t help but laugh softly. It's especially fun knowing already how slow he is. You've watched him across the office enough times. The slow tap tap of his fingers against the keys makes you smirk. Your fingernails dig ever so slightly in to his scalp. You had completed this document in minimal, no mistakes. He’d be lucky to get past the first few paragraphs within your time at this rate.

“Javi” you tsk, a disappointed sound that makes him gulp.

Disappointing you isn’t an option.

You pull again, harder than before. His head follows back. He lets out a small yelp that turns in to a moan.

“You can do better than that” You admonish. He just nods all pliant and willing, straining to make you happy.

Faster, this time. Just by a little but it’s an improvement. It can’t be easy for him – cock aching hard and making his head emptier as time goes on. But he’s trying for you. It warms you, just to see that.

“Good boy” You smile. He whimpers at the words. Fucking delicious.

You tug once more. Just for the fun of it. Javi holds his breath and then lets it out in one long exhale, trying to steady himself.

“This is easy, right? Show me just how easy, Javier”

#lets just imagine after this reader sucks him off but doesn't let him come until he finishes the whole doc #he takes A WHILE

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shinestarhwaa · 1 year

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Hello!🤍 How would ateez react when their gf has big boobs? Like who would always stare, who would be touchy etc. 👀

Ooo this is a good question, ngl I was even recently talking about Ateez being boobs/ass men.

Here goes nothing

Hope you enjoy!!

ATEEZ REACTION TO THEIR GF HAVING BIG BOOBS

HONGJOONG

Would definitely look at you... or them.

He would try to be subtle about it though, trying not to focus to much on your boobs.

He loves to kisses them tho.

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa would definitely be touchy. Not just sexual, but he would also be just lovingly touching them. He would caress them and hold them, even just when you are cuddling.

During sex? Expect a lot of groping and sucking with that damn tongue.

YUNHO

Yunho would definitely get touchy, definitely when it comes to your boobs. He can hardly hold himself together during summer when you wear tight shirts.

Lord help me.

YEOSANG

Yeosang would be the stare-y type.

He would not be too grabby, he would like to look at them, especially in lingerie because I feel like Yeosang would be an appreciator of lingerie.

He would love to kiss them during sex though.

SAN

Oh San is grabby.

All the grab grabs.

He is groping, touching, looking. He does it all. He might even do it at inappropriate moments, but he is just doing it out of his love for you.

He is just obsessed.

MINGI

Mingi would be grabby, but only in private. He loves your big boobs and it definitely turns him on that you have those. In public though, he will only steal glances.

Man's won't be slick tho.

Everyone can see.

WOOYOUNG

I think we all know Wooyoung would be touchy.

Although I see him as more of an ass-man than a boob-man, he can't lie. He loves your big boobs and wants to play with them all the time.

JONGHO

Jongho would be similar to Mingi, but he would be less touchy. He would only be really touchy with your boobs during sex, but he would definitely look.

Respectfully yk.

#kpop #smut #ateez #fluff #ateez reaction #reaction #san #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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Jack Harlow posted to their story!

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torn and folded .ᐟ (2/2)

📞 ; “respectfully, you're disgusting.” | 💿 part 1...

𖹭 : bully!seunghan x bl reader, amab!reader

💭 you loved your free time in manga reading websites, not him though, he thinks you need your senses sorted out for you, and so he would...

⤷ contains: mlm pairing (this is pure fiction and is in no way

made to assume the idol's sexuality!!), angst, bullying,

homophobia towards mc (i myself have struggled with), fluff,

humor (kys/kms jokes), mention of other idol names for world

building

⤷ wc: 11.2k!! (not proofread :3)

-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

saxyguy1002

hey bunz

can i ask u a question

what do u do when u like someone?

bunz

why’d u even ask if you can ask me when you’re gonna ask either way

saxyguy1002

sorry

bunz

well

idk either

saxyguy1002

do u like someone rn?

You sighed, deleting what you have previously typed: you.

bunz

yes

saxyguy1002

who is it? 👀

bunz

u don’t even know him

idk why ur even asking

saxyguy1002

ur right

so what

ur just out being a loser all day and not do anything about it?

You could only laugh silently at your screen.

bunz

he hates me

saxyguy1002

ouch

sucks for u ig

bunz

kys lol

saxyguy1002

ur so sweet

dw u have me

fuck that guy

You rolled your eyes, you couldn’t believe you were smiling over everything despite the somber truth behind it all.

bunz

i thought ur not gay

saxyguy1002

that’s a conversation for another day

come on

tell me to kms

bunz

um, okay????

kys

saxyguy1002

something’s missing

bunz

AAAAAA HELLL

kys :3 (hope u dont wake up tomorrow)

saxyguy1002

i will :> (i have to wake up so i can actually kms)

You don’t think twice before shutting down your computer the second you’ve read his reply. Looking at the time, you had once again spent two hours of your night chatting. It’s crazy how far you’ve gone when it comes to talking, it would always be just about the games you’ve played, sometimes complaining to each other about school. It was him who’d start talking you into revealing more about yourself, and he’d do the same without even asking. That’s how you found out that he was definitely Seunghan.

At first, his messages made sense for the guy you saw him to be in school, then he’d change, it’s very gradual but it’s there for your eyes. You’ve played the waiting game before, longer than anyone, you just hope waiting for him would amount to something.

You’d spend your next days with Matthew tailing behind you, and like what you agreed upon, you two would read that manga you were currently reading, next to each other on your phone. Somehow he got you to feel comfortable enough to stay in the library with him instead of that desolate room. Of course, he’d ask you why you liked it there, and you’d tell him everything. Despite your attempts of flailing his attention towards the manga on your phone, he’d continue to ask you if you were fine with not being in your safe space.

“I’m really okay.” he kept his eyes on you, as if urging you to keep talking. “For now at least.”

“You know, actually followed you there because I thought you were up to something bad —but I didn’t know it was you either since all I could see was your backside.” it was the first time he’d hear you laugh audibly, and he’d smile.

If you were being honest, you felt like you still had to keep your guard up. He’s told you himself that he’s heard about you, probably seen you at your most piteous state. It just boggles your mind that him approaching you was purely arbitrary, and like others, he didn’t care much about you being bullied before. But you gave him the benefit of the doubt, he had a life of his own and he was most probably concentrated with what he had going on in it, after all, you were mere strangers to each other.

You quickly learned that you were only spared when you’re with him, but back in your class, you still suffered the same hell.

“Seunghan, why aren’t you responding at the group chat?”

Or maybe not quite the same.

You vowed to yourself to never let your eyes wander around without care, but you felt so anxious, you could feel it at the back of your head. With some shameful guessing, you thought you might know whose eyes it is that pricked you. You braced yourself once you stood up from your seat, hearing the bell ring for the last time that day, it was tradition for them to push you around before going home.

And they did just that. You’d be on the floor hurrying to gather your belongings that were scattered on the floor, by chance —and because of your cluttered mind— you looked up to the door, and Seunghan would pass by. You caught his eyes looking right into yours for a very brief moment before he completely vanished from your sight.

There was something about him that day, he didn’t walk up to you, he didn’t steal your phone and threw it around, he was just there. It was like back in middle school, you knew he could see you, but he chose to not give any of his attention.

saxyguy1002

aaa sorry my play was ass

i can’t believe i’m bot frag

bunz

i was ass too

saxyguy1002

we’ll get it next time

ig it’s not a very great idea to play with a lot of things on ur mind

bunz

same

what is it for you anyways?

saxyguy1002

i’m gonna be 18 soon

technically i’d be an adult by then

right?

bunz

yeah?

why ask?

r u planning to commit felonies rn be fr

saxyguy1002

i just wanted to be

away

from my parents

bunz

what is it about this time?

saxyguy1002

i’m just tired of it all

they’re too controlling

and what for? lmaoooooooo

i feel like i’m gonna burst

i can’t even pursue my dreams because of them

talking abt “you’ll end up–”

idc where i end up as long as it’s not with them

bunz

ykw

if ur confident enough that u can survive out there on your own

do it

this is your one chance with life, do what you can to live it to the fullest

saxyguy1002

could’ve just said "YOLO and embrace your FOMO"

bunz

kill

your

self

saxyguy1002

i was totally just jk

just just kidding

enough abt me

you?

bunz

it’s the same thing pretty much

my dad would kill me if he found out

saxyguy1002

that ur gay?

nahh u have to escape

i’ll help

bunz

that’s crazy tho

u dont even know where i’m at

saxyguy1002

oh but what if i do

bunz

then u can be a private investigator

or a psycho stalker

my saesang <33

saxyguy1002

bunz stan 😋

bunz

kys :3 (idk kinda hope u sleep w/o that shit in mind)

saxyguy1002

i will :> (thanks ik u want me fr)

The days that followed, you could see his messages reflecting through the way he behaved at school. He was no longer one you had to be careful around, still, he seemed to be just as indifferent towards you. There’d be moments where you’d catch his eyes, but in them was something you haven’t seen before —or more likely, in a while. You’d cross paths outside the classroom often, and seldom times he was in the library too, and you would try your best to see what he was doing without completely turning your head towards him. He just studied, by himself.

It wasn’t a rare, once in a lifetime type of event, he was still quite the grade-conscious student because of his parents —he’s told you before— it’s just that he was always by himself. It should be for the best, getting away from those people, maybe he’d get his old self back, maybe you’d have him back in your life. The memories you shared then weighed more than anything else in your life, and even after everything he’s said and done to you, you would continue to carry it, still missing him behind the malignant persona he had created.

In the meantime, you would have your usual routine with Matthew, and it immediately crossed your mind —if he had ever grown tired of these little hangouts, so you end up paying every little action, every little sound your consciousness, seeing if he was any different from the previous day. He’d never change, there was nothing that you could see, so you granted him your trust, even if it was hard giving it away again after a long while.

“The guy is crazy, don’t you think? If he really loved the main character, why would he make him suffer through it?” —he was talking about the manga you two were reading.

“I mean, it’s for the storyline.” you laughed at his sour face. “You read it anyway.”

It felt wonderful to let yourself breathe in every moment, not having to hold it to block off the torturous stench of your classmates’ perfumes. You hoped that this would last, at least until you had to graduate. He made school a bit more bearable for you.

However, with his absence, you’d shift back to your usual self, leery towards everything. You’d go back to that room, but it would not be the same as when you left it.

You were that cautious boy all over again, taking light steps to the place that in your world, you owned, carrying most of what you could, even the items you knew you wouldn’t need. Your eyes scanned left to right, keeping your vision’s periphery clear for any threats, or anyone who could be following you.

When you got there, you stood outside of the room for a while. It wasn’t possible to peek without opening the door since the glass was blocked off by black tape —and it was probably there to keep students out. You convinced yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, it was your room, your sanctuary. You took a hold of the doorknob, very carefully turning it so that it makes very little sound. Every second that passed, you’d open it a little wider, and wider, until you could take a full view of the room.

“Sorry.” you had turned your heel, ready to take speedy steps away from your comfort, but he who seconds ago was lax and seated, would rush towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside the room.

He’d close the door, but you could only hear the sound it made, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, especially when he was that close. His eyes slowly made their way to yours, you could feel your heart racing, recalling the last time you were in his proximity. He felt you subtly trying to move yourself out of his grasp, so he’d release you from it, keeping his eyes on you. When he let go of your hand, you’d look around, feeling anxious about everything. You were thinking about what he was going to do next and what he was going to say.

You’d withdraw yourself from where you stood, backing away because of his sudden movements —he had raised his hand with his palm facing the ceiling, holding it up in front of you as if he was asking for you to give him something. You were unsure of what he wanted, and he took notice of that, his other hand reaching for his nape.

“I didn’t know you’d be back in here.” his voice was impossibly soft, you were sure you looked like you had seen a ghost. “This was so sudden, I know.”

It was like your body had a mind of its own, and you would shake your head without being fully aware, pulling on your own fingers as your eyes went all over his face. You could feel the heat creeping up your face, so you’d look away to the side.

“I’m sorry.” he’d lower his hand at a painfully slow pace, still keeping his gaze at you, and soon his eyes were glossed, “For everything.”

That day wouldn’t be as bad as it’d usually be, even without Matthew’s presence. That day, old feelings would resurface, with much greater magnitude. That day, you held his hand again, and it was like the first time all over again, where you gave it your all to not give off how jumpy your heart got. The two of you were just in that room, till the last bell sounded. You were sitting on the floor against the wall near the door, and your hands would remain entwined. You were so close to each other, like how you used to be, like those times under that big tree at that old park. His hands would move towards your head again, but this time it wouldn’t be to get rid of a leaf that landed on your hair, he’d lead your head on his shoulder, and his grip on your hand would be a little tighter, but somehow still gentle. You waited for him to talk, but he didn’t utter another word. All you could hear was his breathing, that at some point would falter when you moved after hearing the bell.

“We should go back.” your voice was as quiet as the wind, yet he felt like he’d melt from it.

“We could.” he’d let his tongue swipe against his top lip before he spoke again, “But we don’t have to.”

So you didn’t. You were there for hours, but somehow it still felt like very little time. You still had to ask him why he was being like that. What changed?

saxyguy1002

this is a sign

pursue your love

bunz

r u being fr

what’s up with you?

saxyguy1002

hahahahahahahahaha

don’t you ever just go

☺️

👉👈

bunz

huh 😭😭😭😭😭

saxyguy1002

yea so

i’m basically gonna risk it all now

maybe not all

not all at once

🤓

bunz

what is bro yapping about 💥💥

saxyguy1002

how’d u find out that you’re gay?

bunz

excuse me?

saxyguy1002

serious question btw ☝️

bunz

☝️🤓 well actually

ok wait

serious face on

saxyguy1002

hello?

gay ghosted

bunz

GASPED WHAT

well

i’ve known this boy for so long since we were kids typa beat and idk i never really liked any girls, i mean sure they're pretty and cute and all but i never pictured myself with any of them

but i did with this boy

saxyguy1002

u have to tell me everything

bunz

kys :3 (go to sleep freak)

saxyguy1002

no :< (wait plz)

bunz

bro

saxyguy1002

that’s crazy

bunz

what

saxyguy1002

you know who i am don’t u

i know u

bunz

???

ur actually tweaking

ok fine u win

ur scaring me

go kys fr

saxyguy1002

y/n

The hand that held yours and led you back to his haven.

bunz

who

???

bro who’s that 😭

saxyguy1002

don’t be like that now :((

it took me this long to realize

stupid

i’m stupid

i’ve told u a lot of things

even mentioned chaeyoung

that name is so awful to look at

i’m sorry

bunz

seunghan

i’m gonna go

saxyguy1002

you’ll come back, right?

You took a sharp inhale, deleting every single reply you had thought of and typed out. You left him on read, not really knowing what to do from then on, yet, you were so eager to find out how this night would affect tomorrow.

Slipping into the soft sheets, your eyes would swell with tears looking back at how he turned against you then. Your eyes would end up swollen, you felt so drained that you dreamt of nothing but the dark.

Your thoughts went running fast, he owed you an explanation, and you believe he could give it to you soon enough after everything that unfolded from yesterday.

“You seem to have a lot in mind.” you jumped at Matthew’s query, your consciousness being drawn out of your clouded head.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been re-reading that panel for ten minutes now.”

You sighed, feeling betrayed by your cognition. You ran your fingers through your hair, thinking about how you’ve been stealing glances from each other all day, and how he walked past you a little slower, mouthing “Let’s meet, room.” He had no room to be careless, he knew his sister still had her eyes on him.

“I’ll be busy later, you can keep reading, you really don’t have to wait for me.” you utter when your mind flies to the image of your hand in his.

“Got it.” you just hoped Matthew wouldn’t spot you and follow you into that room again.

You went there after your first afternoon class, after you’ve seen him leave first —not before calling you to follow with his eyes though. The door was only slightly open when you got there, and you’d poke your head in first, before finally letting yourself in.

“So you’re bunz.” he said once you were seated next to him. You’d only nod at him, and once again your eyes were stuck to each other. “When did you figure out it was me you’re talking to?”

“It took a while too. I had to piece together the things you were telling me. Then, like you said, you mentioned your sister.” he had to bite his lip to hold himself back from beaming, he felt as if your voice was enough to take him out of this earth.

“And I had to tell you her name too huh.” he softly laughs at himself, “I got too comfortable I guess, no wonder why.”

His eyes would trail down, tracing every detail of your face, and you’d follow his eyes, wondering what lies behind the darkness of those orbs. It had driven you to finally ask him what you’ve been longing to know, “What made you change back then?”

You swore you heard his breath hitch, and his eyes would slowly start to water. “Chaeyoung. She was going to tell on me.”

His parents, now you could understand a bit more clearly. What was it that his sister had against him that she’s got him backed up in a corner? And why did he have to add to your suffering?

“She forced me into… everything.” he’d open his hand as a means to ask for yours, and you’d give it to him, “If my parents knew, they’d move me away.”

You stared at your clasped hands, watching his thumb lightly graze over your hand, “Knew what?”

He felt a lump in his throat forming after you’ve sounded your question, and with a light squeeze to his hand, he answered, “That my eyes are only for you. You know I like you, right?”

It was nothing but a hunch then, but you felt crazy because for others it might fall in line with the normality of some friendships. It all meant something after all.

“I always have, but it did take a while for me to grasp on it.” now he had a grasp on you. “I know what I did to you was irredeemable, but, now that we’re older, would you give me a chance?”

You looked at each other like nothing else in the world mattered, you thought everything else around you was fading into dust when you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in his eyes.

“You don’t have to answer now.”

“Do I have to answer? you got me, Seunghan.”

Before he could take another breath of air, the door would open, and there he saw your friend whose face would display shock. You’d turn around, only to be met with Matthew who’d soon repeatedly utter his apology before pacing away.

“Shit. I should talk to him.” you stood up, breaking the contact of your locked hands.

“I’ll go with you.” you stared at Seunghan for a while, taking his words into serious consideration.

“No. Chaeyoung might see you.”

“I don’t care. Let her see me. I’m more than ready to run away from that house.” —the truth is, he wasn’t much prepared, but he was firm that mentally, he was ready.

“We’re only graduating. It’s too risky. What about the dreams you want to pursue?” your tone sounded of worry, and it made his heart weak, wanting to just run into you so you could take him in your arms.

“It’s you. I want to pursue you, Y/n.” his voice was a bit shaky, and it almost cracked, his eyes lured you to him, and he’d let himself melt in your embrace.

You’d eventually have a talk with Matthew, but it would be the next day. He was surprised to see Seunghan following behind you. He had many questions, and they were all answered, indirectly at most. He didn’t even bother asking most of what he wanted to, he could already see it from the way you looked at each other, or how close your faces were and how your hands brushed against each other, feeling too bashful to just hold one another —though you’d argue that you were only that close because you had to whisper, you were in a library after all.

It’s been two weeks, two weeks of exchanged glances and secret signals to meet each other in that room. It’d be after the first week when he’d let his guard up when you were being messed with by his sister or the others, for the first time, he’d walk in between you and another guy who was causing you trouble, and he’d grab for your hand, dragging you out of the room with him. You expressed your worry, telling him that you were used to it, that he shouldn’t have done that, especially when his sister was there to see everything. He told you he’d handle everything, and he did.

“Are you seriously choosing to be this stupid Hong Seunghan?” That night his sister bursts into his room with this query, evidently enraged, “You really want me to tell mom and dad?”

“Yeah, go ahead, and while you’re at it, I’ll tell them about your boyfriend too and how he fucked you into failing three of your classes.” his stare was daring her to snap back.

“You have no proof of that, do you?”

“I can get proof if I ask him, it’s not like he knows how much of a good girl you are at home, you pretentious fuck.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh shut the fuck up. You’ve been shit to me and Y/n ever since we were children. Grow the fuck up. Y/n didn’t do shit to make your life as miserable as you’ve made his.” Now he was no longer afraid.

It was only a year ago when he had thought about what he truly wanted, and then he’d realize that he was close enough to start fixing himself up, thinking of ways on how he’d go about everything, starting with moving away from his family as soon as he could —if they didn’t threaten him first. He had to secure his chances, cause now he was sure that his future plans involved you.

It was quite a surprise that the torment would stop, though you would still receive glares and you could still hear them muttering under their breath, they would never get too close to you again. You were even more surprised when Seunghan had approached you at your desk, and you could see the stunned expression on the faces that scowled at you.

“You’re not in trouble are you?” you quietly asked.

He places a hand on your shoulder, lowering himself to whisper to you, “I’m not, but I’m still not sure how long this will last. Let’s talk about it in our room later.” when he rose from your ear, he’d give you a light smile, walking out of the classroom.

When you were back in your room, he proceeded to tell you about his plans moving forward, he also told you about the fight he had with his sister. He was quite set on what he wanted to do, wanting to get a scholarship, moving out of his parent’s house, getting a job while still attending college, and in his own words, the most important of all, to be with you along the way.

“But, you know, you can tell me if you have plans that go against mine. It’s okay, I know you have goals of your own.” but if you were being honest, you were under so much pressure and fear for the future that you didn't even know what you wanted to do with your life.

“I want to be with you.” It took him great effort to not close the distance between your faces right then and there.

But of course, it was all easier said than done.

Your relationship would remain the same till you graduated, following the same pattern everyday, keeping things as discreet as possible for the both of you. After graduation, you were talking to each other every other hour of the day, thoughts about the next phase of your life spilling out.

You were nervous to finally receive the results of your entrance exams for all the universities you were able to apply for, out of five, you were able to get into two, both offering scholarships.

You were high up in the clouds, thinking about preparing for college. You actually had a life ahead of you now, and you were glad that you ended up with the same boy you had started your journey with.

You packed your stuff nicely in an old travel bag owned by your mom, who was no longer around, not dead, just decided she had enough of your mentally abusive father. You made sure to clean very diligently, so that your dad wouldn’t grumble about it after you’ve left.

You wanted to leave this life behind you, the redundant pressure you’ve pushed to yourself, just to please your father who had given you more pain than help. So that morning before you left, you made sure you were leaving for good.

“I’m gay.”

You had expected him to throw his cup of coffee at you, but he’d just chuckle, his raspy voice made you flinch. “I know.” he’d laugh even more when he saw the expression on your face, “I’ve looked through your computer. You know, there’s really not much I can do. You’re not hurting anyone for being with another man, so go, live your life.”

It was nothing you could have foreseen, but before you left, you just had to give him one last hug, uttering a soft little thank you.

“He really said that?” Now you sit in a park near campus, under a tree, smaller than the one from your cherished memories, but just as beautiful.

“I was surprised too. I’m not even sure if I heard him correctly.” Seunghan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you would do the same, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Your head laid on his shoulder, and his lie on top of it. He’d very gently rub circles on your shoulder with his thumb, and you could feel him sigh, chest going into a labored rise and falling back with ease. “I guess we could start with your idea.”

“The webcomic?” he’d hummed a response to your question. You sat up and faced him, your hand enclosing his own. “Our story would make for a good webcomic, don’t you think?”

“Hmm, you’re not wrong.” his lips would grow into a smile once he’d seen your beaming face.

It wouldn’t take much time before he let his eyes wander down your lips, and you’d take notice of it. You beat him to it, and it was you who would close the proximity, sending heat waves throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, he’d blink a couple of times. He was only about to hold the back of your head to pull you in closer. You laughed at his bewildered face, and he’d become shy.

“We can continue, my dorm room is probably empty, my roommate said he’d be out for a while.” you tell him, and he’d wear a smug grin making you cringe a little.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.” he couldn’t help but take a pause, taking in how ethereal you looked at the moment, or how soft your hair was that he found all excuses in the book just to touch it. “And while we’re at it, I should start making concept art, sketches and all that. I’m gonna need a full body reference.”

Your face would wrinkle at his words, lightly pinching at his cheek. “Respectfully, you’re disgusting.”

His sweet chuckle almost made you forget you were in a public space, in a park. Though there were not many people there at that time, you were quite wary, something that would take time for you to adjust.

So where did your ambitions take you?

After a year of college, you were both successful in selling your webcomics to a well known publisher —you could say you took longer than you should, given that most of your work time consisted of half-hour make-out sessions— and soon it would boom, and most people loved it, some were of course, a little less tolerant.

Other than that, Seunghan had to deal with his parents who’d eventually find out about your relationship, and to that he replied, “What do you mean ‘shame on you for dating a gay man’? I am gay.”

He’d make sure to add it to his bio in your favorite game.

21 / male and gay AND i have a boyfriend @bunzshh

Disgusting, you mean, disgustingly adorable? People could call you disgusting all they want, but it’s the twenty-first century, people should be worrying about climate change and the things that are actually causing harm to the world. Don’t worry though, your story could only end on such a sweet note, and if people hated you, you still had your man (and no other).

boyfriend (legal)

fuck u

my man (and no other)

u already did like 12 hours ago???

boyfriend (legal)

ur sick

kys 🤍 (come over plssss)

my man (and no other)

i will 🖤 (hehehehhehehehehe open the door veronica)

End.

#riize #briize #riize fanfic #riize x reader #riize au #riize seunghan #hong seunghan #riize angst #boy's love #riize fluff

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I definitely want to hear more of these 👀🥵

Maybe you’d like to hear about the time we were alone at night, outside in my friends hot tub. They had all gone in, but we had decided to stay outside to look at the stars

We were sitting just far enough to be friendly but close enough to light the spark of weeks of flirting, heads tilted back, trying to name the planets and stars but only really being able to see satellites because of light pollution

I pointed up to a star that wasn’t there and excitedly told her to look at it. Of course she couldn’t see it, but that didn’t stop me from sayin “No, it’s right there! Here, try looking from over here”, inviting her over to look from my perspective

She slid over closer, almost in my lap, as I pulled her in with my arm and gave up the act.

“There actually wasn’t anything there, I just wanted an excuse to get you closer”

I was surprised with the confidence she gave back. They turned around and slid onto my lap, her arms draped lazily across my neck

“And why might you have wanted that?” She asked back, her eyes on mine, her lips all too close to think but impossibly still too far away

I leaned in a little, so my lips were almost ghosting hers. I started to say something back when she cut me off with a hush.

“We are supposed to be looking at the stars” she said, before slowly and cautiously pressing her lips into mine

My arms wrapped their way around her waist, pulling her in closer until our bodies were pressed against one another and I could feel her breathing against my own chest. I depend the kiss, and she shifted her hips until she was solidly on my lap, pausing to groan something quiet that sounded like “fuck” before closing her eyes, gripping the back of my hair, and hungrily rejoining the kiss

I like to be the one in control, but she wasn’t having any of it. Every time I thought I was starting to take back control she would bite my lip, groan into my mouth, roll her hips into me, pull my hair, anything to make me loose focus so she could come back on top

And she was bold about it, considering there were about 6 people right inside who knew we were out there. I thought we would stop after kissing, but it was getting clear that she wanted more from me

I had been holding on to her, gripping onto her back, to her waist, to her thighs, wherever I could reach and still be respectful enough. She didn’t want respect, though, she wanted to be desired

She grabbed one of my hands, locked eyes with me, and placed it on her chest over her swimsuit top.

“You can touch, you know. I’m asking you to. You don’t always have to be so respectful all the time” she told me, moving my hand across her chest and under her top.

When my hand found her nipple she threw her head back and gasped, groaning my name, egging me on.

I was starting to get bolder too, thoughts of our friends inside leaving my mind. As I pushed her top up further I put my other hand on her hip, pulling her in closer and burying my face in her neck, gentle leaving kisses on her collarbone

She groaned again at the feeling and goaded me on. “Why do you have to be such a gentleman all the time? It couldn’t be more obvious that I want it, now touch me like you mean it”

Those words went straight to my stomach, as I finally let the desire I had been feeling pool out. My mouth found her neck, kissing a deep purple bruise into her skin as the hand on her hip started to guide her movements until she was grinding on my thigh, her nails leaving their own marks down my mostly exposed back

My mouth left her neck and I pushed her back on my lap slightly, until I could lean down and take her sensitive nipple in my mouth.

She groaned and cursed, her nails digging into my skin with each movement she made on my thigh.

Her head fell backwards, her long hair almost falling into the water of the hot tub, her eyes squeezed closed but still seeing those stars I promised her earlier long into the night as our friends respectfully gave us the space we so desperately needed that night

#ask #peri said a thing #peri rambles #this is very fun #writing like this definitely plays into my exhibitionist fantasies you all know I have now

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twelve.

warning; ?????👀????? 1.1k words.

masterlist.

“someone’s really happy today? did something happen?”

“who- me?” you were startled by your best friend’s words, only realising yourself now that you must’ve been sitting in your seat, smiling to yourself like an idiot. over specific thoughts about someone. “nothing happened. i- uh just had a good breakfast.”

“rightttttt. that must’ve been one good breakfast with the way you’re smiling.”

“morning everyone,” the principal is surprisingly standing at your classroom door, warmly smiling at everyone before zooming into you, “class president, may i have a quick word with you?”

you were surprised at the sudden call but got up and headed to him nonetheless, not really knowing what to expect at such an early hour.

“there’s a new student joining your class today, he is waiting at the admin office. i was hoping you could show him around the school then take him back to class when you’re done,” the man smiles at you, “he’s from japan, so please make him feel as comfortable as possible. i know you will be able to do that, class president.”

“yes sir, of course! i should go to the office now then.”

“one more thing. he used to be on the football team back at his old school, so perhaps you could show him the field and take him to see the coach if you get the chance.”

ah, another football player.

you respectfully bow at the principal before walking off towards the admin office while thinking of what this new student was like. but you aimed to make him feel comfortable, to feel at home after moving all the way from japan.

your eyes scan the hallway as you enter the building, seeing no one besides the office ladies doing their job and a few other familiar students.

where was he?

“miss class president?”

that familiar nickname, yet with a whole different voice.

turning around, you’re met with a boy almost as tall as niki but with a face just as intimidating. his gaze is entirely on you, watching you with his dark eyes, making you feel so suddenly nervous.

“you’re... the new student?”

“yes,” he walks over to where you were, his tall self towering over yours almost threateningly, “i’m haruto. haruto watanabe.”

you unknowingly gulp at how close he was suddenly standing in front of you but because of the closeness, you were able to get a better glimpse of him...

and boy was he good looking.

and with that deep voice, oh he’s definitely going to be a popular face around here.

“hi- hi haruto, i’m-”

“miss class president, i know.”

although that was technically your role, it felt weird to have someone else other than niki call you that because to be fair, no one else really did.

“do you usually...” the giant boy leans down towards your eye level, his face getting right up close to yours. your fingers unconsciously grip into the material of your skirt, nervousness now overtaking your entire body but this only causes the boy to smirk in return. “stutter this much?”

“i- i do not!” you scoff and manage to turn yourself around, now facing the opposite direction, “co- come, i’ll show you around and then we need to get to class.”

“whatever you say miss class president.”

you trudge off ahead, leaving the boy to laugh in his deep voice from behind you.

you busily spend the next hour taking the new student around the school, showing him the general areas necessary to him. one thing you’ve picked up about him was that he doesn’t talk much, barely ever responding to your questions. sometimes he’d reply with a nod, a “hm” or maybe a smirk. other times he’d just flat out ignore you.

but dear lord, did he catch you off guard so often. you’d find him blatantly staring at you from the side out of the blue without saying a word. his expression is always so unreadable, making it all the more nerve wracking for you.

“we are pretty much done with the tour, is there anything you’d like to know or ask?” you wait for the cold boy to respond but he just stares blankly at you, almost like he was bored. “well okay... then we should head to class. i’ll take you to see the football coach later.”

“miss class president.”

that familiar nickname, now with the familiar voice.

you turn back a little too quickly and immediately bump into a chest with how closely the person was standing behind you. looking up, you’re met with an amused looking niki with a smug grin hanging from his lips.

it’s as though your heart had a mind of its own, already thrashing inside your chest at the mere sight of the captain himself.

he was constantly on your mind the past day, images of him walking you home the night before replayed itself over and over in your head like a broken cassette.

from time to time, you had thought about texting him, a simple “goodluck” for his football match but you couldn’t get yourself to do so.

because what if he thought you were weird? what if you make things awkward? what if he doesn’t reply?

so you ended up scraping the idea of texting him altogether.

but now with him actually standing in front of you, you felt a sudden explosion of emotions inside your chest... similar to excitement, adrenaline.

“niki... hi.”

“why do you never listen to me?” niki raises his brows while glaring at your school skirt, obviously unhappy with the sight. he then glances up to the new student standing behind you, his questioning gaze already so intimidating that even you were taken back. “who’s this?

“ah- this is haruto, he’s new from japan,” you point back at haruto, the thought of the two potentially becoming friends due to their background and love for the same sport crossing your mind. “i heard he also played football back at his old school, maybe he could join your team? i was going to take him to see the coach later.”

“i was captain of my old team,” haruto suddenly says from behind you, the boy taking a step closer and literally sandwiching you in. you felt incredibly small standing in between the two literal giants in the form of niki nishimura and haruto watanabe.

“well i’m the captain here,” niki smirks his reply, his tone almost mocking with a hint of dare you say, anger.

the air surrounding you suddenly feels a lot more tense with the way the two boys are blatantly glaring at each other. perhaps you were just over thinking it but there seems to be some sort of unspoken words exchanged between the two... but you have no idea what.

“hey... what are you doing outside of class anyway?” you manage to get niki’s attention, the boy’s expression immediately going softer once he glances down at you, “are you late again nishimura?”

“yeah,” he taunts back, chuckling as he leans in closer to you, “are you going to punish me?”

“no- no but our teacher will, so quickly go to class!” you gently nudge the tall boy into the direction of class in hopes of creating a very necessary distance between you and him.

“my game got rescheduled so i’ll see you at 3.30. you better be awake this time, miss class president.”

niki gives you and haruto one last glance before disappearing down the hall, leaving you to finally let out that one uneasy breath you were holding in.

“are you busy after school?” haruto suddenly asks you, knocking you out of your daze, making you turn back to him.

“why? what- what’s up?”

“hang out with me.”

“we- we hang out?” you’re not sure why you’re stuttering but perhaps it’s because his sudden question caught you so off guard, “as in... me and you? alone?”

“yeah what’s wrong with that?”

“nothing i guess...” a thousand things are running through your mind, the main question being why someone like haruto would want to hang out with you. besides, he doesn’t even know you. “but- but i have to tutor someone after school til 4.30.”

“then meet me at the front gate after,” he scoffs and leans down, leaving just a tiny space between his face and yours. “i’ll be waiting for you, miss class president.”

end.

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