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HORNY HIGH
The wind blowing my hair made me feel so euphoric, I opened the window and placed my head outside to feel more of the night air.
“Darling, be careful” my boyfriend warned me. I only rolled my eyes as he tried to grab my arm.
“Oh let her have fun Rafe, there are no more cars out” my other boyfriend argues, I can feel Rafe’s annoyance but he keeps driving. There is only us on the streets, not one car or walking being. The music blasting from the speakers just adds to my fuel, I love nights like this, and they know it.
“I think I’m in love” I say to the open night.
“We sure hope you are”
“Ugh, I’m not talking about you” I say inching my body so I am sitting, half my body outside of the car. “I meant this” I open my arms to the sky, I can’t help it, it is so beautiful, and the wind is making me high.
“Y/n, get back inside the car. Now.”
“Oh come on, don’t be a bore now Topper” I wink at Rafe, “of course i’m in love with you guys as well, I just meant, I’m in love with this feeling right now. Aren’t you?”
“How much did she smoke?”
“Enough” I let Rafe’s hand find mine and allow him to pull me back to my seat, I know he likes it, me handing him the control. I pout anyways, wherever far I can go annoying him.
Laughing as they both let out a relieved breath, Rafe speeds through the streets and soon we get to Kelce’s house.
The music was loud, and we were late as usual. Drunk people screaming and dancing, some crying, others hid on the corners to steal a kiss or two.
“Hey! You guys are late” Kelce yells at us, running to greet us, he spins me around as I kiss him.
“Kelcee” I hold onto his arm, he is more drunk than I am high “Rafe and Top were being mean to me”
“Oh, were they?” he questions, a protective arm around me. “That’s not very nice of them, is it?”
“We weren’t being mean” Topper says “we were making sure she didn’t fall off the car” I pout even more, Kelce laughs and takes me with him to where people were dancing. Kelce’s hands glued to my hips the whole time, going up to my neck and down again, I don’t know how long we danced. Just when the liquor started to make him sleepy, people were already leaving. I texted Topper to help me with him, knowing Rafe would only bother us.
My high kept me floating, and horny. And I couldn’t help kissing him, as Topper tucked Kelce in, his strong hands taking a good hold of Kelce’ strong form.
We wished him good night and sat on the couch near his bedroom window. I quickly sat on Topper’s lap
“Hey, someone’s touchy” I hummed in response, giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
“I suppose” I continued tracing kisses over his face along his neck
“Very, very touchy” I hummed in agreement “hasn’t Kelce given you enough attention today?”
“He’s barely touched me” I whispered
“From what I could see he rather touched you a lot”
“Are you jealous?”
“Not as much as I should be” he gave me a kiss on the cheek “how about” a kiss on the other “you tell me” this time a kiss on the chin “why he barely touched you?”
“Well, he only kissed me once” I pouted
“Oh my darling, if all you wanted was to kiss you could just ask” He pecked my pouted lips once, twice, three times. Then he dragged his tongue over my lower lip, and kissed me torturously slowly, his soft tongue against mine, one hand on my jaw the other holding my waist thigh. I grabbed his arms, and tried to rock against him, but that's when he stopped me.
“Huh, I tough you wanted a kiss” I turned my face to the window, feeling it blushing already
“Well I couldn’t finish, you cut me off”
“Oh I’m sorry,” he leaned back “what else would you like?”
“Well-”
“Oh you guys are here, good” Rafe’s voice interrupted me from the doorway “oh, what do we have here?”
“Oh y/n was just about to tell me something, wanna hear?” I widened my eyes to him, but he only pinched my thigh “now darling don’t be shy, tell Rafe what you were gonna tell me” I stared at them both, Rafe was sitting beside Topper now. I took the opportunity to place myself hovering one of each other tight.
“Well, I” their eyes were all on me, lust written on them “I want to be touched”
“We are touching you right now darling, got to be more specific”
“Ahg, you are both so annoying” at that Topper pinched me again. “Oi, ok” i tucked my hair behind my ear, what did I want? “I want you to finger me”
“Which one of us?” Rafe asks loudly
“Topper” his face falls ever so slightly “but would you touch me, here?” I say grabbing my own chest, he smiles at me, and Topper doesn’t wast time getting my panty of.
“Rafe, I think we need to get her a bit more wet first” he says while caressing my entrance
“No problem brother” Rafes hands almost rips my top apart, his fingers careful on my nipples slowly getting them harder. The goosebumps his touch caused made me shiver, his nasty smile never left his face. While Topper kissed my neck Rafe took it upon himself to take m y right nipple on his mouth, his tongue doing wonders to my body, my core squeezed in response, and I couldn’t help but move my hips. Topper tsked and held my hips still.
“Let us do the work darling” I nodded as his hand slowly trailed down my body, coming to a stop on my heat. His fingers rubbed me up and down, my arousal coating his fingers as he started pumping in and out of me.
“Right there” I said when Topper pressed my clit. I felt a hand on my chin, and as I opened my eyes Rafe was smiling right at me
“Is he making you feel good, princess?”
“Mhm”
“Do you think he can handle you alone?”
Topper scoffed at Rafe’s words, picking up his pace and I moaned in response.
“Mm, no?”
“What?”
“That’s my good girl” Rafe took the opportunity to place me between them, facing him.
“Topper work just as you’ve been, I’m just gonna give a little help”
Topper’s finger never stopped, Rafe touched me all over, started on my breasts giving each one a lot of attention. They were very sensitive, and if Topper stopped I didn’t doubt I could come only with Rafe’s stimulation. As I felt the wave of pleasure get higher and higher I came with a scream, whispers of “good girl” and praises fell on my ears but I could only pay attention to their hands still on me. When I caught my breath back, I kneeled before them. “Let me help you both now” They wasted no time in getting their trousers off, both of them were really hard. I took both of them on hand and squeezed a bit, motioning up and down. It wasn't long before both of them started moaning. When I took Rafe in my mouth I could hear a whimper leave Topper’s lips, so I gave each of them my divided attention. Balancing between each of them. Topper took a hold of my hair and was almost face fucking me, his moans and my gags filled the room, and before I could think of Rafe he said.
“Ohh, that’s it baby, take all of his cock like we know you can” that only made me more eager, my throat seemed to agree with me and I took him even further down. I knew he was close, and when he came with a low grunt I swallowed all of his release. Smiling up at him, “Fuck baby, can I cum on you mouth too?” I complied to Rafe’s request, but instead of taking a hum inside my mouth he jerked near my tongue, so when he came he could see me swallowing the white liquid.
I sat down between them on the couch and watched as Kelce stirred in bed.
“Well, that was quite the show” I blushed as he winked at us, “now, will you come join me”
We made our way to his bed, and slept all together, Kelce spooning me from behind.
#outer banks#outer banks smut#kelce outer banks#kelce x reader#rafe x you#rafe cameron x reader#topper smut#topper thornton#smut fic#fanfiction#poly!rafe
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you’re ever in that phase where 90% of all thoughts percico you have are nsfw?
#it’s not my fault dudes managed to have such a daring chemistry#i just want to see it blow the lid off and explode to the point of them acting out of sheer instinct and#push each other through the mattress and other surfaces#i wish i could talk to someone about it UGH#percico#nico di angelo#percy jackson#nicercy#pjo#pernico
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#man ive never seen an eating disorder kill someone else besides a parent infecting a child but my nana is really trying#shes like 1000% orthotexic. will not eat anything not filled with vegetables or fat. and my grandpa is 87yo with a heart condition currentl#in the hospital for covid bc thry went to Christmas church and dont believe in being vaccinated and my dad is so frustrated#bc he knows his mom is not gonna give his dad hearty foods. he needs to eat like protein shakes and meat and ice cream. anything thats not#her cooking which sucks on top of being extremely healthy. except its not healthy bc they dont eat a balanced diet#so its my nanas eating disorder killing her husband and shes so fucking frustrating. im like 99% sure she has obsessive compulsive#personally disorder bc she fits to a T and has zero insight. she may have full on 0cd bc talking to my dad he has more obvious 0cd#compulsions than i do. he used to say phrases before going to bed and would take 2 steps across the floor to prevent bad things from#happening. so like im pretty sure my nana is where i get my perfectionism and 0cd. god. i wish i could express how fucked up she is#like my dad said at least he had a stable home to grow up in but like she has zero sympathy for other people. cannot look past herself. wil#not wear a mask bc she doesnt care enough abt other ppl. my dad was like: u would not have survived in that house. which is fair bc i am#barely keeping it together coming from a stable home with two sympathetic parents who i know love me#and like its sad that they're suffering the effects of buying into the fox news bullshit and its killing them#but also. genuinely. i think theyre not very good ppl. theyre the type of people who think they're better bc they're religious. white. and#thin. and theyre not better thsn anyone. their grandchildren cant stand them. well cant stand her at least. papa is just quite so its hard#to say what hes thinking. apparently he was confused last night and saying something about eating dinner on the golf course. which sounds#nicer thsn being in the hospital lol. ugh. he seems not long for this world tbh. may he pass peacefully to b with his 1st wife who died of#brain cancer at age like 20 or something. so it goes. bleh. how many funerals are intended for me in the next 5 years? hopefully none but#that seems improbable with the unspoken drain circling that seems to b going on in this family. old age and like almost 10 years of cancer#defying the stats but for how much longer?#i dunno. its just so weird to watch these things happen and not talk about it directly to the other ppl who see it#i worry that ill come off as too callose or inappropriate bc i have that tendency when something bad is happening but thats everyone else#excuse? idk i just feel like its better to talk abt things#unrelated#ed mention#i tell u this so i can say these things to someone and also bc if i were u. i would like to hear the drama#bc im nosey and i assume other r too ;-]
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i…………feel bad about………something. the same thing as earlier. ugghh I hate how much this bugs me
#and i keep making my brain into a hash re how specific I can be about this without making it worse by slash Being A Bully by talking abt it#so this post will stay comically unspecific. (once again: must note the person bothering me is not anyone reading this.) but.#man. i wish i could count on more people to be like ‘yeah screw em!!!’ about stuff on my behalf when someone has got on my bad side#i sort of ruin that for myself by introducing everyone to everyone else#so no one is going to go ‘ugh I hate this faceless person who is stressing out my friend Ebil’ for me#because I haven’t left people faceless to them#it feels like a punishment for always trying to help folks meet new people? lol#feels unfair as fuck. if I didnt do that for ppl then it’d be way easier for me to get away from folks who bothered me#but of course im the one being unfair
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#i don't really do the vent in tags thing but i don't really want to talk to my friends about this for now#but i HATE my body's trauma responses#and i don't know how to stop it ugh#i felt bad about something i said to someone who means a lot to me#and i texted him an apology#and my body was like (: time to uncontrollably sob!!!#and then he said i'm all good and HE apologized for his side of it and said he'll do better#and my body was like#ohohoho let's cry MORE#idk maybe i just haven't slept well lately so i'm more emotional#but i just wish i could practice healthy and humble communication without my body and brain making it a whole ordeal#anyway this whole week has had really good things but also really shitty mental health things#but i'm hoping to rest today#and i have an 8 hour shift tomorrow so hopefully that'll get me out of my head#anyway thanks for reading
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google search how do i stop missing her so much i can't breathe
#she's literally not all that. i am 100% out of her league.#i cannot stress how much this girl does not deserve to have me pining over her and missing her and crying about her months after the fact#my standards are SO low and she did not fucking meet bare fucking minimum#and yet i'm still like. she could call me and ask me to take her back and i'd do it in a heartbeat#anyway lol i had a dream about my ex girlfriend ibn which we were back together (and also both working at an aquarium?? idk)#and now i'm like. ugh.#also imagine asking out a kind loving girl who is head over heels in love with you and would do anything for you#treating her awfully and breaking her heart AND NOT EVEN GIVING BACK THE FUCKING BOOKS YOU BORROWED!#i'm just saying lol. i wish someone felt about me the way i feel about her#and i wish she wasn't so unbelievably fucking immature#and i wish i had better taste in women#and i wish i didn't still think about her alll the time#okay i'm done i swear i'm so done#talking to strangers on foreign phones
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Feeling like suchhhhh a freak today
#road tripping with my roommate and a good friend#and god I wish I could Speak to Them the way they speak to each other#+ a bestie invited me to her house (after I called her the other day and told her she sucked cause I ALWAYS initiated everything#and she wasn’t giving me attention)#and like she Never Does That I always just kinda show up at her place#so I’m missing out on learning how to restore a concrete bench#and I’m sitting in this car and they’re talking about boys and ugh#I should want to hang out with my 20 year old friends more than someone over a decade older#but we’re just so different😭#I’ll get over this I’m about to see my childhood bestie and I think she’ll fix me
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Pls send help I feel so hollow and empty instead
#noodle talks#IDK if I'm crashing out or just depressed but ugh.#my chest physically aches over the dumbest shit rn#it's so weird when I feel this crippling notion that nothing will improve#i haven't really felt this way since like#my dad died and fresh off the breakup#I wish I could just like.#isolate from the whole world#i hate yearning for shit I can't have#unless i feel like settling.#i just feel so empty#I thought I'd feel better by now#i have ppl who care about me#loving family#a roof over my head that's not a nightmare zone#But the rot... it still persists.#ppl are always like 'u gotta love urself 1st before u love someone else'#ok ... how??#at least a couple days to one week out of each month I feel like hell#be it physically or emotionally#I'd rather be in physical agony rn than emotional agony#you think anyone would care if I fell off the face of the earth for a while?#i don't really think so.#I'm not particularly cool or swag to be around#just some weirdo who's embarrassingly transparent and easily hurt i guess 😮💨#here's to hoping the sound of the washing machine cycle Drowns out my sobs#if anyone asks I'll just say I'm sad over my dead dad#negative/#easier to explain than 'i hate myself and i want to die' i think#vent
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#ugh i am having a day#i went to see my friend and meet her girlfriend for the first time#and they were lovely so that part was all good#it's just they are dog sitting this dog and it really really did not like me#it was super barky and growly at me#and bit me a few times when i came into the house#not enough to break the skin or anything but still a hard bite#context being that i'm not a huge fan of dogs generally#they set me on edge :/#i then had to spend a very flinchy dog walk with it just trying to keep both of them between me and the dog#and just hhhh i feel super wrung out#in need of a hug and some general physical safety feelings ya know#kind of wish i had someone irl i could talk to about this but it just kind of feels silly bc like why do i not like dogs?? idk? i have no#good reason not to so it just doesnt make sense and isn't something i feel like i can talk about#anyway hi and sorry if you read all of this :)#just needed to vent it a bit#morgan talks#tw dogs#<- just in case
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idk what's wrong with rgg studio and why do they need to kill every major antag i mean ?? some of them wasn't THAT irredeemable!!! most of them are just stupid or/and dramatic and i don't know what do THEY think but my HUMBLE OPINION is that half of their antags could have better story ending by NOT DYING and redeeming themselves and being better people !!
aaaand yes i am also salty about aoki i get u man it COULD BE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL STORY ABOUT. ACCEPTING YOUR FUCKUPS AND LIVING WITH THEM. they could have killed sota kume instead if they needed to meet their killing quota no one cares about this mf like whatever
rgg is able to write really compelling characters and villain but they just utterly refuse to commit to a redemption arc. why i dont know but its so frustrating. closest we get is hamazaki but even HE bites the dust and it sucks so much we can't have one (1) redeemed character stick around
aoki's case is the one that makes me want to grind my teeth into dust the most because his death was at the literal very end of the cutscene- there was like thirty seconds left and they just had to fill the quota. ichi had successfully talked him down and had seemingly made a breakthrough to him- HELL, AOKI EVEN SAID HE WAS READY TO TURN HIMSELF IN so for RGG to pull the biggest Go Fuck Yourself is ACTUALLY blood boiling
#snap chats#like come onnnnnnnn#let jo and aoki reunite in prison and let them awkwardly talk abot jo being his dad#it'll be really funny but also Catharsis#someone remind me to do a comic on that cause i keep forgetting#but yeah. 0/10 worst franchise i hate these fuckin games <-- is going to replay them at least twenty more times#like nishiki/ryuji/mine i can take#like. WHATEVER i can accept those just fine#ryuji's was dumb as shit but dead souls rectifies it so fine ill let it slide#i dont feel too strongly about nishiki so . w/e.#tho i still think HEAVILY about that post bout how nishiki became who he was because he was constantly ignored and that happened in the end#like damn. thats a good post#mine is one i can also live with from a tragedy perspective#would have loved to see him stick around and have That Conversation with daigo#but i also like the tragedy aspect of it so yeah im fine#aoki. ouUGHGH MY BLOOD PRESSURE literally fuck that ending so much i hate it#i wish i could ignore it but i cant its so fucking stupid UGH MY RAGE
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#im. no thoughts head empty#when the burnout is bad enougj i dont have the energy to play rhythm games..#or talk. or. think. i was meant to do Things today but atp im glad i got sick for some reason so i can get away with doing absolutely#nothing… i wish i could just. go a day without having to talk to people. like. speaking words talk to people.#is saying stuff usually so. weird? draining? idfk. i wish i had the confidence to just say to my family like.#“ive got no energy rn can i not talk” because for all the support its never really the same as if they understood#you havent done your assignment? wdym you “cant” you just have to try harder#youre zoning out a lot is this because youre on your phone too much? why arent you talking#is something wrong? are you feeling sick? dont be sarcastic with me#because you “know” what youre doing#i do not in fact know. i physically cannot make myself do your damn assignment. i dont know why im zoning out. it isnt because of the phone#im not talking because sometimes i just cant find words and it all feels wrong. sorry that you “dont understand me” and im “being a pain”#god this was not meant to turn into a vent im just. tired. i want a hug :(#or someone who actually understands who im brave enough to talk to about this.. ugh fuck.#tw vent#migjt delete..
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#it’s so heartbreaking to watch Louis and his team basically trying to destroy his dreams#like so heartbreaking lmao I’m gonna cry#bc if lt2 is gonna be the same things as walls with barely no promo and with heavy stunt push and with the same aesthetic#and with no effort to try and reach people outside his already existing fanbase#his career is not gonna go where he (and all of us) wants it to go#he’s not gonna get more arena tours like this that he loves sooo much#and like I’m not saying it bc I don’t believe in him bc I do! there’s so so much potential in him#but I don’t believe in Louis TomlinsonTM bc that guy is so boring lmao#idk why he feels like he still has to do this#or who’s telling him it’s a good idea#bc no way in hell do I believe he actually wants this#he doesn’t want to sit and talk about his fake 6 yo son when he could be talking about his music#and he doesn’t want to invite this stranger’s child into his grandparents house and take pics with his family#but for some reason he’s still doing it and he’s letting it be used for promo#and I get that he’s been told bullshit since he was a child himself so I get how it could mess with your head but I wish there was someone#who showed him there’s another way😩#ugh I needed that rant#I’m just so sad that there’s no change#sad for him first and foremost#and I hate seeing people turn on him😩
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The little old man trying to just enjoy his soup on the day of his and his passed wife's anniversary while goncharov and Mario are being "straight" in the corner booth 5 feet away talking shady dealings
#goncharov#i felt so sorry for him he was just trying to eat his soup#it kept cutting between him pretending to talk to his wife and goncharov being gay and shady in the corner#it was like a parallel between what happens when a person loses someone important to them#while someone who has taken away so many loved ones sits just a few feet away#indifferent at best and mocking at worst to the struggles of those around them#because if that old man could hear goncharov then goncharov could hear what was going in over there#and he just didnt care at all#sorry i just love that scene and wish more people talked more about it#its so profound when you sit down and analyze it#ugh i love this movie its too good
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#tag talk#tumblr university#I put my tumblr degree to good use again today. a kid at work talks a lot about exercise and said an offhand comment about fat people#the usual “why do fat people not control themselves better and eat less?” opinion. which like. he's a cool guy. curious and active and kind#so I did my best to not jump on it sjw-style and kind of go at it slowly but still explain that like. you can't just change your default#culturally we recognize that skinny people have genetics that predispose themselves to being thin.#but then when we (general culture) talk about fat people it's “why don't you exercise more and eat less?” “why don't you control yourself?”#there's a hypocritical shift in how people talk about it.#I was like bro.. I can sit around and do nothing all day and eat my normal amount and not gain weight. my whole family can.#so there's clearly something different between people who weigh 250lb and people who weigh 120lb.#anyway. he kinda nodded and mused over it and asked a few questions and like. idk. this is something I learned on tumblr so it was cool#I like sharing information I learned here. it changed how I view people and I'm honored to be able to make that change in other people#I've learnt to be kinder here and spreading it outside of the isolated tumblr bubble is very fulfilling. passing it forward yaknow?#anyway. I'm still mad about my speech impediment because I deadass still wish I could be a teacher in some way#like. I love teaching people things. evolving someone's ability to interact with information and ideas.#giving someone a set of tools and sitting back to see what they do with them. how they solve a problem. I love it.#and I just. ugh. I love the little moments when I get to teach something I've learned to someone else#OH OH OH! I saw a really good parent today! she brought her daughter up to the self checkout registers and I was like “can I help you?”#but the mom was like “no. I want her to learn how to be a big girl” and so they walked up to the register and the kid scanned her stuff and#and then navigated to the “pay now” button and paused and her mom was like “remember to take your time and read the screen” and the kid fou#found the “cash” button and then fed the five dollar bill in and got her receipt and change and. . that moment made me smile so fucking big#like.... the mom being like “take your time” and just.. being there to show her kid how to do an important life task. I wanted to cry.#I just. idk. stuff like that is beautiful. I love working with people so fucking much.#like. idk. I detach really easily so I don't always care about people and human suffering or all that stuff. but other times?#other times I'm both feet flat on the ground rooted into the heart of everything that makes us beautiful social creatures full of love#and it's so beautiful and I feel so fucking lucky to be allowed to watch that moment.#I just. all I can do is smile and hope that my eyes reflect the magic I just saw#also a hoard of small goth middle schoolers came through garden each with their own succulent. they were lead by an older teen.#it was just. idk. cool. funny. this little posse of piercings and bleached hair and nightmare before christmas merch and intense enby vibes#I always hope I represent a future to kids like that. big obvious scars. heavy queer vibes. and a life I'm obviously living.
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my mom assumes (ofc cus it’s me) that i was using and she hadn’t confronted me yet but making passive aggressive comments on how im acting and like First Off i am off my meds so im gonna act Kooky anyway. second off if she senses i am struggling with something that serious why wouldn’t she show any compassion like i am in hell right now and i can’t rely on anybody here i am going through this whole thing alone like i have been for the past 6 yrs !!!!!
#like if i could confide to her about the relapse and what was going on and what i wanna do about it is#like fucking adults#instead of talking shit about me behind my back to everybody#u got a problem ? Say it to my face let’s work it out let’s be mature#i just wish someone would just sit down with me and hear how i feel and what im going through as the victim instead of u acting like ur so#superior to me#UGH
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“sorry i'm late,” you sigh, hurrying into the teacher’s lounge much later than usual. shoko’s the only one there, feet propped up on the coffee table as she flips through a medical journal. you throw your coat over the back of a chair before joining her, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes
“morning, sunshine.” shoko chuckles, handing you a mug. “this is a double shot, but maybe i should have gotten you a triple? what kept you up last night?”
“nothing," you quickly defend.
“you sure? because i'm not above blocking all the exits until you tell me.”
“you promise not to judge?”
“not out loud.”
you roll your eyes at your best friend, but wring your hands tightly in your lap as you recall the events of last night. “have you ever had a…a special dream–”
shoko sits up straight, eyes wide as she says, much too loud, “you mean a sex dream?”
“shh!” you swat her on the arm, glaring.
shoko ignores your obvious distress, grinning from ear to ear. “who are you having sex dreams about? is it ijichi? akari? oh my god, is it me? is it gojo? don’t tell me it’s gojo…”
“i may have been dreaming about…kento.”
“nanami?!”
heat immediately pools in your cheeks. “you can’t tell anyone, especially gojo. and hey, don't say it like that!”
“i swear i’m not judging!” she promises. “if anything, i approve!”
“ugh,” you groan, heading over to the counter to put your unfinished mug in the sink. “i don’t know what’s going on with me.”
“fantasizing is normal. i’ve fantasized about everyone here. you, nanami, even gojo.”
“seriously?”
she takes a sip of her coffee, shrugging. “i'm a scorpio.”
that explains nothing and in no way makes you feel any better. if anything, you’re starting to feel a little possessive over someone who isn't even yours.
“well i need to stop thinking about him like this,” you mutter, frowning.
“back to your dream. did you guys…do it?”
“shoko!” you gasp, gaze darting to the open door.
“so you did,” she deduces. “was it good?”
it was great. not that you’d tell her.
“hey, naughty is good. naughty is sexy,” she laughs.
you rest your hip against the counter, shaking your head. “i can’t dream of him like that again. i can’t go on missions with him if i’m having these…inappropriate thoughts.”
“why? cause you want to be his good girl?”
some clears their throat loudly.
both your heads whip toward the door, where nanami’s standing with his briefcase. “good morning.”
as he walks further into the lounge you wonder two things. first, how much he heard. second, how much force would it take to put your head through the wall–
“excuse me.” your entire body stiffens when a hand is placed on your waist, nanami gently moving you to the side as he grabs a mug from the cabinet.
memories of last night’s dream invade the crevices of your mind, causing you to quickly step out of his reach. with his back turned you look to shoko for help, who simply makes a circle with her thumb and index finger and–
you feign casualness when nanami turns to face you, sending you a small smile before taking his coffee and making a swift exit.
shoko bursts out laughing as you groan, wishing you could melt into the floor.
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“look at them. they're totally talking about us,” gojo mutters, peeking into the teacher’s lounge.
“so?” nanami asks, prying gojo’s hand from his sleeve.
“so, what do you think they're talking about? oh– oh, shoko just pulled out her phone. maybe they're talking about the thirst trap i posted for–”
nanami grabs the back of gojo’s shirt collar, dragging him away from the door. “why would they be talking about a picture you posted for your fiancée?”
“because i'm hot–”
“please stop talking.”
“you’re hot too, nanamin! someone’s been giving you the look lately.”
that makes him pause. “really? what look?”
the sorcerer wriggles out of his grip, an irritatingly wide grin on his face. “got your attention, did i?”
“what did you mean by that? what look?”
“the look. you know, the one where you’re picturing someone naked. fantasizing about them. caught her once while you were cooking us dinner. speaking of, what’s that one dish you made with the…”
nanami tunes out gojo’s nonsensical rambling, focusing on the few important things he’d shared as they walk down the hall. you were picturing him naked?
interesting.
_____
when you open the front door of your apartment, nanami is standing there with a bag of groceries and a bottle of wine.
oh no. this is how the fantasies always start.
“i was on my way home and wondered if you’ve eaten yet.”
you’d eaten two hours ago, but you step back to let him inside and get set up in the kitchen.
soon enough, your little kitchen is filled with the sound and scents of a home cooked meal. nanami is a natural in the kitchen, tossing veggies in a pan and stirring his homemade sauce.
(it almost looks as good as nanami does with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, cooking dinner in your apartment.)
you’re snapped out of your thoughts when he reaches over to refill your glass. he refills his own, covering the pot and leaving it to simmer as he turns to where you’re perched on the counter.
“i wanted to talk to you about something,” he says suddenly, sweating his glass down.
“hm?”
“i’m not above a few fantasies of my own.”
you almost choke on your wine. “gojo told you–”
he’s standing between your knees now, taking the glass from your hand and setting it aside. “i fantasize about you too.”
“you do?”
“i could tell you about them,” he suggests, voice dropping to a whisper as the tip of his nose nudges yours. “if you’re a good girl.”
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