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My discarded phone buzzes on the bookshelf, pulling us out of the moment, allowing for reality to intrude into the small bubble of heat and need. He glances over at the phone, knowing it’s most likely nothing important. Probably one of her friends, Cillian, most likely (best friend). Or maybe even her brother Kian telling her not to go back to the hellhole she calls a home. The last thing he wanted or cared about was whoever was trying to text her. Only the girl in front of him, flushed and breathless under his hold.
She pulls a psycho move. Pushing herself up off the ground with his shoulders before shooting herself down through his legs to stand behind him. For a moment he was too stunned to speak or react. Holy Fucking Shit. “Why was that so hot?!” He thought. He turns to face, eyes still wide with arousal but now surprise also. Of course, she’s just standing there, looking innocent as fuck, as if she didn’t just perform what he could only describe as an acrobatic miracle? Shaking his head, he lets out a disbelieving chuckle before speaking
“You are unbelievable, you know that?” His voice rough with desire and adoration “That’s a move straight out of one of Cirque du Soleil’s shows”
“Out of a what show?” She mumbles. God she was cute but so not up to date on the culture of the world.
Blinking in surprise, he laughs out “You don’t know what Cirque du Soleil is? Babe, you’ve betrayed my heart” He jokingly places a hand over his heart. She just looks at him completely blank, he shakes his head again amused disbelief written all over his face.
“Okay, so you know those fancy, flashy circuses with acrobats and trapeze artists and all that? That's Cirque du Soleil. They're famous for their acrobatics. You just pulled a move right out of one of their routines, love.”
He takes a moment to study her, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. She was genuinely clueless about this, completely unaware of how similar her move was. It was both endearing and frustrating all in one equal spiral. Both adorable but concerning. “How does she not know what Cirque du Soleil is?”
Completely ignoring his dilemma of her not knowing, she grabs his phone and unlocks it. As she snatches his phone from his bedside table, he’s unable to grab it before she’s already unlocked it and was looking at his notifications. “Damn it. What the hell was she up to?”
As she scrolls through his notifications with an adorable focused expression, he feels oddly vulnerable, knowing that, although she already knows it, she has access to everything. The stupid memes in his DM’s, his more than somewhat questionable rugby groupchats, pictures he took while drunk with his mates doing dumb and probably illegal shit last weekend, pictures only meant for his and her eyes. Every single thing was open to her scrutiny if she wished to look.
“Hey, AJ is asking how hard you’re jerking off to my video?” She says without even looking up to see his reaction. His face and neck flush as her words sink in. Christ. AJ seriously can’t resist taking a jab at his younger cousin, even over text. Rory should’ve known.
He lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “My cousin has the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy” He grumbles “And a dirty mind the size of a continent”
“Soooooo, I tell him a lot?” She teases about messaging back
Giving her a dry look and raising an eyebrow in mock annoyance. “Don’t feed his ego more than you already have, for the love of God.” He says, only half-joking “He’ll start thinking that I’m bloody obsessed with you” He steps closer, reaching to gently pry his phone out of her loose grip. “Besides, it’s none of my cousin’s business how much I jerk off to my stunning, hot, gorgeous girlfriend”
“You are obsessed with me-” She quickly gets cut off by yet another chuckle
“Guilty as charged. But he doesn’t need to know that” A crooked grin spreads across his face. He sets the phone down, his focus returning entirely to her. “Can you blame me, though?” He murmurs in her ear. “You’re a damn menace. Adorable. Infuriating. Irresistible. Mine”
“Hey!” She whines when he takes his phone away from her, causing a smirk to spread. He wasn’t even remotely sorry for taking his phone.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me” His retort quick, a low and playful warning “You don’t get to just steal my phone and go through my messages and shit” He leans in, his hand finding her hip again, the contact reigniting the sparks from earlier. “And you certainly don’t get to give AJ ammunition to rip me to shreds at the next family BBQ”
She pouts at his reprimands, a small stubborn frown on her face, but he can see the amused gleam in her eyes. She was enjoying the game just as much as he was. He pulls her closer, his fingers rubbing circles over her hips, the touch both soothing and electrifying “You are a fucking brat, you know that?” He whispers, voice dropping to a deep murmur. “A beautiful, maddening, bratty little girl. And you’re all mine”
“A brat that you love and live to tame” She smirks back, basically asking for whatever he has planned
“You damn well know I do” He replies with a low growl. Hand sliding up under the hem of her skirt, his touch bolder than before, more possessive. “Although, you are getting waaaay too comfortable with that cute little attitude of yours” He continues, thumb still tracing torturously slow circles, only now on her inner thigh. “It seems like you need a reminder of who’s in charge in this dynamic, my love”
“As much as I love you, and I love and want this. But we can’t while Caoimhe is the only other person in the house. Not to mention your door is unlocked, and we both know she doesn’t seem to understand the concept of knocking”
He pauses, her words acting as a cold bucket of ice water. Dammit, she’s right. Of course she’s right. His sister, Caoimhe, had a nasty habit of barging into my room unannounced, and the thought of the thirteen year old girl walking on…that, didn’t sit well with him.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he drops his forehead to the crook of her shoulder “You really know how to fucking kill the mood, don’t you?”
Pulling out of his grasp, she pulls herself up into an L-sit on his headboard. Resulting in a shocked laugh from him, as she stays perched perfectly on his headboard. “Bloody hell. How are you so flexible and agile?” He murmurs as his eyes rake over her perfect form.
“I’ve done gymnastics since I was four. Kian got me in because he was sleeping with the teen coach. He was a teenager himself, don’t think he was being a weird pedo to get me in” She explains.
“Of course you have. So, you're, like, naturally bendy. I don’t know if I should be even more aroused or jealous right now, love”
After a company dinner where you attended as Nanami's plus one, you let him guide you to the car with his arm linked with yours. It was undeniable that Kento had fallen for you- hard. It wasn't just the fact that every inch of you was like a carved marble Godess, but also the fact that he found someone who made time for him and genuinely cared. Like the gentle man he was, he opened the passanger door for you before helping you inside still holding your hand. You couldn't help but feel equally as luck, treated like a total princess and still he spoiled you.
"You were lovely as always." He said as he got into the drivers side and his hand went to rest on your thigh.
His hand on your thigh was a good enough distraction to ignore the pain pulsing from the back of your heel, skin rubbed raw from the unexpected long hours you spent walking in them. They were a nightmare but bit the inside of your cheek the whole night and kept up with Kentos' professionalism.
"You always say that" Small smile resting on your lips as he started the drive home, thumb caressing your thigh.
He pulled up to the driveway before cutting the engine. He got out and for a moment you sat confused as he went and unlocked the front door first instead of helping you out of the car like he always did...To be honest it made an uncomfortable feeling pool in your stomach as you pushed open the door for yourself.
"No- don't you dare-" His voice cut through the silent night as he made his way toward you before you even had a chance to step on the ground.
"But I don't understand-" He didn't expalin as he scooped you up bridal style and shut the car door behind him.
"Would you really let me treat you like that? Leave you in the car and ignore you?"
"I just thought-"
"Listen, if I ever treat you like that you need to beat me."
"kento-" He pushed the door open and shut it behind him before sitting you on the edge of the shared bed.
"I knew it..." He knelt in front of you and delicetly held your ankle gently taking off your heel and rubbing your aching feet with his calloused hands.
"Next time you tell me, we didn't have to stay so long." He continued up your ankle and moved on to the other heel soothing your aching feet.
"I thought no one would notice..."
"No one did, but me. You could never fool me."
Gojo
Dinner was amazing, the view of the sea shore and the food- There really wasn't anything money couldn't buy when it came to Gojo. You stayed linked to his arm as he lead you out of the place. He went all out for your first year anniversary booking an expensive hotel with seashore views, amazing food and a roof top view.
At first your heels didn't bother you that much, just the occasional strain of standing to long until it wasn't. By the time he got to the roof top with you insisting to take the damn stairs, your mind was pulsing trying to ignore the extreme pain coming from your feet.
"What's wrong baby? Don't like the view?"
"No- no it isn't that, it's nothing."
"Nothing? Come on, I can tell by the way you're breathing that something is bothering you."
He took his glasses off as his blue eyes met yours and trailed down slowly to the sight of your feet shifting weight every now and then before he noded slightly to himself almost like he told himself something.
"Satoru?" He didn't even blink before he had you lifted in the air, feet of the ground as he carried you with on arm, your hands automatically wrapping around his neck for security.
"Why don't you just tell me these things? I'm not going to be mad if some stupid shoes are making you suffer" He set you down on the bench illuminated by moonlight as he got down in front of you taking one of your heels off and putting your ankle on his shoulder as he undid the strap of the next heel.
Your cheeks were pink as your ankle rested on his shoulder all whist he was muttering under his breath something about how annoying the shoes straps were. he didn't let you walk for the rest of the night insisting on carrying you everywhere, even in your room.
The next morning shoe boxes were stacked by the door and he had you sit on the edge of the bed as he swapped out shoes inspecting how the heels affected you.
"Satoru, don't you think this is a bit much?"
"As if I'm going to let you limp around because of some stupid shoes when it should be me."
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Authors note: It's been a while since i've done a short fic like this, reblogs welcomed and requests open.
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Rory Kavanagh X So Far So Fake ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
Tw: Possible MDNI but not smut
Rory had dreamt and planned many things for his life. Winning a rugby match at Thomond Park, lifting up a cup with his friends and team, and most definitely fighting Conner for the crown of ‘who can steal the most midnight snacks without Mam and Da finding out’. But watching his girlfriend doing the ‘So Far So Fake’ trend in front of his bedroom mirror, was definitely not on that list.
As she moved her body in a way that captivated every ounce of his attention, he silently continued to chew on the half forgotten protein bar. She was acting like he didn’t exist!
Her phone was resting on a shelf, leaning against a book he’ll never read. Music blared through the room. Every waking moment was a moment of torture. This idiot girl he loved so damn much was committed. Hips swaying as her skirt rose higher with every painfully gorgeous twirl, hair falling perfectly into place over her shoulder, like she had trained it to be annoyingly perfect.
He’s sat on the edge of his bed. Just watching. Completely useless to stop it, completely captivated by her.
Stifling laughs and his own desire he manages to speak.
“My Love… is there a purpose to this other than my torture? Do you want me to clap, take notes, call a priest for god’s sake?”
She merely glances at him with a smirk. She knows what she’s god damn doing. And she has the audacity to enjoy it. As the music grows to its peak, she bends a little bit lower, glancing back at him with the same smirk that makes him fall in love all over again. The protein bar in his hand is long forgotten and probably on the floor somewhere.
“Jesus, woman. I love you, but for fuck’s sake, you are trying to kill me. Is that what all of this is? You saw me trying to mind my business and ignoring my studying and thought ‘How the hell can I ruin him today?’, Huh?” He groans as he runs a hand down his handsome face.
Of course. Of course she smirks at him, followed by the cute little laugh that short circuits his brain every time he hears it. However, her movements don’t cease, performing like she has an audience of millions instead of one extremely desperate rugby boyfriend who’s barely holding it together.
“It’s a trend, Baby. A trend” She shoots back, in a sing-song voice.
“Yeah, bloody ‘trend’ my ass” He quips, his eyes drifting to exactly that. “This, My Love, is psychological warfare. Not a bleaming TikTok.”
Finally, she finishes recording, proceeding to check her phone, an excruciatingly adorable smug grin spreading across her face. Clearly, she was pleased with the piece of torture she just created. He quickly stands, crossing the room before she has a chance to move, trapping her to the wall between his arms.
“You better not be posting that…right?” His voice gravelly and low with desire.
Shaking his head, he leans forward until his nose is nestled in her soft hair. “Because I don’t want creeps ogling you. But go ahead, post it. But be damn sure to tag me so those dicks know who your cute ass belongs too.”
Laughs rattle out of her as he takes a step back, releasing her from the wall. They are bright and filled with utter happiness, and he knows that he’s done for. She was it for him.
She’s a menace. A bleeding gorgeous, chaotic, perfect menace. And she was his.
He knew he wouldn’t survive a day without her dumbass to make him smile.
A few minutes later Rory’s phone buzzes. Two Tiktok notifications. She had posted two things?! Upon opening them he sees the tortuous video that was the trend, before clicking on the other one. A video of her filming the Tiktok but it was more like a behind the scenes thing, of his reaction. She was going to be the death of him. The second video depicted him as the complaining, foolish, long-suffering rugby boyfriend. His eyebrow raised as he looked up at her and her hidden giggles.
“You think this shit is funny, huh?” He tries to seem pissed, but seeing her giggling made it almost impossible. She nods, feigning her innocence, as if she didn’t just unleash two weapons against him onto the internet.
“I think it’s hilarious, Baby” She replies, admitting she was guilty, as he sighs. A face of playful frustration and grudging admiration towards her slips onto his face.
“You do, do you? You get off on embarrassing me on the internet now, Love? This a new kink I should know about?” He teases
“You know my kinks” She teases back, leaning against his dresser.
A grin tugs at his lips, as his neck and face flush slightly. She was right, and she bloody knew it. And god forbid she lets him forget it any time soon. He sets his phone down on his bedside table, as he stands and walks towards her again. Once again, boxing her in with his large frame. His fingers toy with the edge of her skirt, skimming the skin of her thigh, causing her to shiver. Jesus, this girl was going to be the end of him.
“You also know what my tiktok is filled with, yet you won’t let me try and of it” She retorts. Her tiktok was filled with different books and masked cosplayers. Like hell was he going to let her try and do that shit at seventeen. He presses his lips to the sensitive skin just below her ear, the spot that always makes her gasp and shiver.
“My love, if I let you try half of the shit on your for you page, I’d be a dead man and we would never leave my bed. You and I would both be dead and sick of sex within a week” He reasons, explaining his decision.
Her body racks with shivers again, her breath catching in her throat as his lips graze over her neck again. He can feel her pulse racing underneath his soft touch. It betrays her as she leans further into his warm body. His fingers skim over her thigh again, a little more pressure than the first time, fingertips less than an inch under the hem of her skirt. He pulls back to look her in the eye. Those gorgeous light eyes were already hazy with want and desire.
“God, I could devour her” He thought, his own voice echoing in his head
He swallows hard in a failed attempt to keep his cool. Which was damn near impossible whenever she looked at him like this. His hands slowly reach higher, thumb tracing teasing patterns on her inner thigh. Causing her breathing to quicken as her knees go weak beneath her. Luckily, she catches, wrapping his arm around her waist, while she clutches his shirt for stability.
“Come on~ Wearing a mask won’t kill you, Baby~” She teasingly whispered in a sort of question. Earning a raised eyebrow from Rory, who was trying to hold onto any form of control he had left. But, of course, it was getting much harder with her so close, so close he couldn’t think straight. He lets out a low laugh, his hand and thumb continuing their slow and tortuous movements beneath her skirt.
“You’re asking a straight man to wear a mask and pose like a Tiktok boy? Not happening, love. I have a reputation to uphold. I can already see the school bulletin headlines. Rory Kavanagh, Rugby Hero Caught Pracing on Tiktok in a Mask. Hell fucking no.” He protests quickly
“It wouldn’t be for Tiktok, dumbass. For me”
Of course, her words sent shivers up his spine, making his grip on her thigh tighten. ‘Holy shit she wants me to wear a mask’ He thinks. He swallows, unable to look away from her eyes. They were light in colour but dark with desire, almost like they were challenging him, and god did he know he was seconds away from giving in to her beck and call.
Slowly, his thumb runs circles over her skin, feeling the curve of her hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. ‘God, I want her more than I want to breathe’ He thought.
With a deep breath and a ragged whisper, “Not for Tiktok….Just us?” He questions quietly
“Just for us… for me, baby”
Those words were his undoing. The thought of her wanting like this, something that was purely for them to experience, was blissful.
Letting his thumb dip lower, it brushes the lace trim of her underwear, as she lets out a soft gasp. Her hips shifted against his hand in a way that made his head spin with excitement and want. He leans in, his lips ever so gently brushing her earlobe as he spoke with a low and ragged promise.
“For you… I will do anything you fucking want.”
The words earned a little gasp as her body moved against his. The effect is like a drug to them both. There were no thoughts. Only the fire and need for her. His hand holds her thigh a little tighter, almost like an instinct, earning a soft whimper in response. Sending heat pooling to his lower stomach, making the desire flow more freely through him, like a steady yet relentless tidal wave. Pulling back to look at her, to take in the way her chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, the way her eyes darkened as they gazed into his, the way her lips parted begging to be kissed senseless. God, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
A/N: I honestly have no clue if this is even good. I got the idea from a c.ai prompt. Idk I'll probably make a part 2 if people like it.
The dividers are from @saradika-graphics <3
If you want, feel free to reblog and request. I might not get back to you straight away but I promise I will see it
Hey I'm Kaia and I'm trying out writing in this sort of space to cure my delusion (Not going to happen ik). I don't really have anything that I'm going to be specifically writing for other than the very many fandoms I'm in. But probably expect stuff for the Boys of Tommen's series (current obsession) and pretty much most other big tiktok/booktok series as well as various random/popular shows
Honestly I post here when ever I feel and whenever my schedule will allow. This means sometimes my writing is going to suck because it just came off the top of my head and/or I will take inspiration from c.ai bots I've done. (I will give credit to original concept creator if so. I promise <3).
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I have no clue if my writing is any good . My friends who also write say they are good, my English teacher says otherwise, so take this however you will.
Here are my rules and things I forget to mention
I mostly write for fem readers but can attempt others on request (Only because I haven't ever written anything other than fem). I usually try to keep 'readers' description either how I want myself to look or how I do look (nine times out of ten giving them a name too). Although I will most likely change for when I post.
A lot of my stuff will probably contain MDNI (If so I'll say)
My editing skills aren't the best and I tend to over complicate things (I'm so sorry). Most times I'm tired and consumed by other bullshit, so, they are probably filled with sleep deprived characters who share a lot of the same backstories and traits etc.
My rules:
I will write most tropes but there are some I won't. Teacher x student (unless college then maybe), non con, or step sibling stuff.
If you request something. I will most likely write it. It will not be the fastest thing in the world. But it will most likely happen :)
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I will write stuff with illegal things and by Illegal I mean ...I'm perfectly fine writing about drugs, drinking, crime, murder, kidnapping, stalking, abusive backstories etc. etc. but I am never writing the tropes listed above so don't even ask for them.
Age gaps are always going to be small. The largest will be 4 years difference and they will both be adults. If a story about teenagers the max will be 2-3 years. But nothing ILLEGAL.
SMALL age gaps are fine (e.g. one is nineteen and the other is seventeen. THIS IS THE MAX ILLEGAL AGE GAP I WILL WRITE)
Depending on the series I am either watching or reading, I will write fics about the characters I LIKE. If you don't like them, you don't have to read them. But don't come for me if you don't agree. You will be blocked.
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