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Relaxation time~!

Genre: romans, fluff, NSFW

Tags: f!reader, overworked Tsumugi, established relationship, office intimacy, blowjob, handjob, condom, vanilla, after care, Natsume is a tease, Natsume's crush on Tsumugi implied

Plot: Tsumugi overwork himself again in NewDi office! Why wouldn't you help him relax a bit? It's over time anyway. Nobody will hear, right?

Note: first NSFW ever, I love vanilla Tsumugi and he would enjoy praise and being praised a lot imo, of course I needed to put Natsume here as well:), no AI was used, requests are open (please give me something to write about<33)

Words: 2,4k

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You weren't surprised to find Tsumugi in the office even after close hours. It wasn't unusual for him and even if you asked him to postpone his overworking aspirations, you knew it wouldn't be as fast as you wish. A gentle knock on wooden door could be heard as you announce your arrival. Yet there was no answer. You decided to check on him, instead of waiting. As you got inside, Tsumugi was napping on the desk. Quietly, not to wake him up and not to scare him; you got closer. Thanks to that, you could have a better look on his face. His hair shorten than when you met him first, covered his eyes. His glasses still on his face, the nap wasn't planned for sure! Bunch of important documents were scratched all over the desk. You placed your hand first on his forehead to caress his blue hair. The gesture wasn't, of course, enough to wake him up, however, it made him move just a bit. His face lightened up, as if he knew that you were here. "Tsumugi, wake up." you hummed as you pat his shoulder this time. "Uwa-" the bluehaired man sat up suddenly. His glasses barely held on his nose. He looked exhausted and surprised at the same time. "[y-y/n]?" his voice broke a bit, he hadn't woken up yet. You couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. He was adorable in his own clumsiness and confusion. "Yes, it's me~" as you spoke, he corrected his glasses and sat straight. "I didn't what to scare you, you know?" you giggled, before you spoke up again. Your tone was more serious this time. "Are you working on something important?" you looked at the document close to you. 'New Dimension financial problem' the title showed. You looked at him again. His cheeks were red, whenever because he was embarrassed from NewDi situation or of what happened the moment ago. "Umm... Yes." he spoke and picked up documents. "After the last Knights stage, senior superiors complained about our financial situation." he sighed. You could feel your heart breaking as you saw how much this was weighting him down. "I spent hours thinking how to manage this..." he added after a moment as he put documents on the right shelf. His back were slumped a bit. You came from behind and wrapped your arms around his lower abdomen. "It's already late, you shouldn't think of it now." you spoke, your voice a bit muffled by his shirt as your face was hidden in his shoulder blades. "Let me help you relax~?" you suggested. "R-relax?" he whimpered but he knew where was it going and honestly, he was up to it as well. "Here? Are you sure?" he asked after he turned around to look at you. His face was already red, probably from all thought his head was filled in. He has always been like that. He barely suggested intimacy himself, however, he had never refused you. You had a feeling that he was thinking of himself as not deserving your attention, not mentioning your body. Although you knew he was mesmerized by your curves, by your naked and clothes form. You were aware that his head was probably all spinning right now with those thought. You could tell from his hands placement as he slipped them down to your rear, from brighteners of his eyes as he was looking at you. You could tell that there was love in them to you and devotion. His body and eyes always spoke louder. "If you're sure about it..." he murmured.

Tsumugi was looking down at you. His lip bit, eyes half-closed. You could feel his hand in your hair, the other one the bookshelf gripping it tightly. Your eyes buried in his, you were trying to gauge the perfect speed. You could feel his dick twitch in your throat, the slimy texture of precum made you let out a quiet groan. It created an unexpected reaction in him. His eyes shut closed, his legs shook and an almost inaudible moan escaped from his parted lips. "[y/n], please..." he begged, voice hushed by his free hand. You took it out of your mouth, rubbing the warm and wet skin of his erected cock. Your breath was accelerated but not as much as his. You could see his chest rapidly growing and falling again with each inhale and exhale. You didn't complain as he moved to sit on the office chair. You could tell that his knees gone limp as he fell down on his seat. The chair was turned away from the desk, so Tsumugi wasn't facing the door. Instead, he was facing a large window. City lights created magical atmosphere. You were glad the office was situated on the one of upper floors as, well, this situation was quite intimate and you'd rather nobody else see you and him this vulnerable. He shakily stroke your cheek, as if asking you to concentrate again. "You're okay?" he almost exhaled the question with shaky voice. "I wish you could see how you look right now." he added with a soft smile. "Like my gorgeous love..." he whimpered the word 'love' as you took him once more in your warm mouth. His hips rocked involuntarily, the grip on your hair tightened just slightly, before he began to play with your hair. "You're doing amazing." he murmured as he leaned forward to place a feather kiss on your forehead. After this display of love his demeanor slightly changed. He has never been rough with you as you knew, he value you too much for that; however, you could see the primary instinct taking over him. His body twitched just slightly, he used your hair to navigate the rhythm and deepness of his movements. Your nails scratched the surface of his thighs as he held you in place for a bit too long. "S-sorry..." he whimpered as he let go of your hair. You ignored the apology as you huffed when air got to your lungs. Your hand continued to stimulate his dick. Fingers were wrapped around it as you steady moved up and down. You sucked on his balls and licked the baggy skin. "N-now, that's enough..." he pushed you away. His cook still in erection state, slightly covered in cum.

You felt like you're on the cloud nine. With each of his thrusts quiet yelp left your lips. His lips almost never left your neck, his movements weren't fast but surely were calculated. Your knees gave up under him and your body fully leaned on the desk for support. He adjusted your position just slightly, which made you let out a loud cry. "S-sorry..." he whispered to your ear, his voice hushed. "I can't get enough of you..." he murmured as he tilted your face to give you a heated kiss. His lips were hot and dry, the kiss was sloppy and full of need. "You feel so good..." he whispered as he held your face closer. He cupped your cheeks and caressed the tears away from your eyes. "Does it feel good to you?" he questioned as he continued to rock his body on top of yours, so gently, so slow but shit, so deep... "yes, yes..." your voice weak but he could hear only you and look only at you. His rhythm speed up, you knew he was close and so did you. His hand slipped away from your breasts down to your vagina. His fingers began to stimuli clitoris. He was aware of your orgasm coming mostly from its stimulation. He buried his face in your neck. His breath fast and warm on your skin, leaving the trial of goosebumps. "Can I finish inside?" his voice was begging, even though he had a condom on, he always minded to ask. You didn't have words to say anything back, so you just weakly nodded your head. He began to kiss your neck once more, movements grew sloppy and a bit faster. His body was heavier on you and the stimulation both from inside and outside made you go crazy. You could feel yourself coming as well. You were seeing stars with each of his thrusts. You couldn't hold back your moans, well, who cares anyway... It wasn't like anyone was here at this hours... Tsumugi didn't hold back his grunts neither. His whimpers were filled with your name and he was using it also as a praise. Each seconds were closer to finish line and at this point, you wished this knot in your stomach to go away. It happened with your loud cry. Your legs and lower body shook spontaneously. For a moment everything went numb and felt too good...

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Tragic confession

Genre: romans, fluff, SFW

Tags: shitty morning, airport confession, angry confession, pathetic Sena, gn!reader, third person, first kiss

Plot: Izumi is torn between confessing his, oh God forbid, romantic feelings to you or staying silent forever... well at least until he won't be back from his overseas gig.

Note: My first ever fic lol, no AI was used, request are open (plz give me some ideas<3)

Words: 1,5k

The day started horribly. Izumi was used to things going wrong, when they were supposed to go perfect; however, today was too much even for his ill-fated ass. First, he woke up too late, which already cancelled an opportunity for the rest of his morning to go well. He blamed yesterday's night for it and, of course, your presence. Even though you knew about his flight at three p.m. next day, you had to stay up late with him! What's more, he found himself sleeping on the couch because you, again, had to have a sleepover. "It's late, Sena! You can't just throw me away at this hour... What if something happens to me?! It would be all your fault." your annoying voice filled his memory as he was preparing the morning coffee for both. The breakfast was already ready, his producer always ask the cook to make one beforehand, and as always it was a light but balanced meal. Izumi opened the door and before he could call you for the coffee, his eyes fallen on your curled form on the chair. You were eating his breakfast. He stormed to the room and put cups on the table, it must be a miracle that nothing spilled. "[y/n] what the hell are you doing?" his voice was too loud even for his liking in the silence of the room. You looked up at him, your expression sleepy. The dirt in the corners of your eyes. 'As always when they just woke up. They're adorable...' He thought to himself, he could feel softening a bit, then he remembered the scene. "Eating..." you muttered with a small yawn. Before he even thought of it, the plate of food was pulled away from you. "I-it wasn't for you!" he shook his head and sat down on the chair. He continued to grumble complaints under his breath as he was eating. However, he couldn't help but stole glances at you - still half asleep on the chair. This time you were consuming coffee not his meal. He couldn't help but think of how you looked, how adorable you were in messy hair and in his clothes... wait, his clothes? He could swear that the hoodie you wore was his and the panties... He closed his eyes and opened them again after a second. "[y/n] what are you wearing?" his voice broke the silence again. This time it was quiet, more cold... "Hmm? This?" you looked down. "It's yours, can't you recognize?" you asked as if that was a the most normal thing ever - you, in his clothes... He could feel his cheeks growing warm. He covered his face, the groan escaped his lips. "You're soo annoying!" he hissed.

Well, this summed up the whole morning disaster. Yet it wasn't the worst. As the day continued, he caught himself thinking of you all the time. He assumed it was because you haven't left his side since. Even though he was supposed to be busy polishing things up before he left Japan. Anyone could guess that due to your presence nothing was done right and anyone could guess that it was making him even more annoyed. However, this wasn't the end of his humiliation... Oh no, no! Devastating discovery was that he enjoyed your presence, he enjoyed your little distracting ass. Every time he got angry at you or annoyed with you during this horrible day, he could feel his heart swelling with softness. It was during last Knights meeting, right before the flight, when his feelings hit him. He believed there couldn't be a worse moment for that. You couldn't be there, well, duh! You weren't a part of Knights, nor were you part of staff. What a discovery to him was, when he found himself missing you. He couldn't help but let out another groan. "Seechan?" he could hear Ritsu's voice so close to his ear. He felt his eyes on him during the meeting. For a moment he didn't dare to look up at him, he knew what expression expect on his face. Ritsu could always read him like an open book and he knew you as well. "Leave me alone, Kuma-kun." his own voice sounded to him uncomfortable, it wasn't like him. You weren't even his Yuukun! Yet he already knew that his heart belonged to you. Even though he was probably the last to discover this revelation. He was denying himself for a long time. How could he, Izumi Senna, fell for someone as random as you... Your annoying, sweet... He stopped his thoughts before he would get all red on his face. He couldn't believe it! He was behaving like Arashi during her crush on sensei... Was it the love she was talking about? His thoughts were fully consumed by you, so he didn't even notice when the meeting reached its end. Everyone was now sitting in silence. The smirk on Ritsu's face big enough for him to feel the need never spoke to Ritsu again. He couldn't help but to ran away from the meeting room and go straight to practice room. He knew it was a soundproofed one. He felt the need to let his emotions go. "I hate you, [y/n]!" he screamed on the top of his lungs. "You're soo annoying! You make my heart go all fussy!" his voice broke down and he sat on he floor. He covered his face once more. 'Deep breath in and out...' he thought to himself. He couldn't lose his cool. Even though he already did it.

This whole embarrassing situation happened just a few hours ago. This time he was already on the airport. As always, he preferred to be early enough to feel secure that he wouldn't miss his plane. He was supposed to wait for his transport alone. However, he wasn't surprised that you were here. He was even glad because, oh dear lord! You were bringing him comfort. He felt less on the edge when he could have you in the eyesight. He watched you deep in the thoughts. 'What to do?' first thought. 'Am I going to confess my feelings?' second thought. 'Do they even feel the same about me?' He was aware of his, well, quirks. He wasn't ashamed of them, no, no! But this time he even wished he could be less... himself. His fussy and annoying self. It was the first time ever he felt like that! What a pathetic man he was. His thought were interrupted by your sweet voice... what? "Are you okay? You look down..." it was quiet question, your gorgeous eyes buried in his. For the first time he could take a better look at them. He could never believe anyone's eyes could take such form and color... He found himself falling deeper and it was embarrassing! He got up suddenly, the chair cracking. "Y-yes!" his voice broke just a bit, he hoped only he could hear it. "This why I knew, I shouldn't get close to you..." he muttered under his breath. He could hear quiet, and what's worse, disappointed 'what?' from you. "You think I wanted this to happen!" his voice loud again, people looking at him and muttering to themselves. He was glad his face was covered by mask. 'As if it's going to stop people from recognizing me.' the voice in the back of his head spoke, he hated that voice. No, right now, he hated everything! "Do you think that I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you!" he could hear his desperate voice, he could see your expression. It wasn't a positive one. Your eyes, the ones he loved so much, were big in surprise. Your expression confused but also hurt. You opened your mouth to say something; however, the words never left your lips as they were sealed with his own in a desperate kiss. He pulled you closer, his hand steady on the back of your head. He could feel the resistance at first but after a moment you actively began to participate in this kiss. As he broke this sudden intimacy between you two, his forehead rested on yours. His eyes closed, he was breathing too fast, his cheeks were too red for his liking and the airport surely was too stuffed to feel comfortable. "Tell me how I'm supposed to unlove you..." he whispered only for your ears to hear. "Tell me..." he begged. "Spare me..." he shut his eyes close, not knowing what to expect and your hand in his hair wasn't on the list. He opened his eyes surprised. "[y/n]?" his voice sounded so weak, so scared, so not like him. He felt vulnerable in your hands. The words you spoke were too much for him. He had never think that your 'I love you' would be aimed at him. Yet he felt so happy. First time in awhile his heart was content and stable.