Vivian Hugo fanart based on this fic by @kamiflix !! I’ve been yearning for Hugo and bunny so bad guys I want these two men to suffocate me SO BADDD, need Hugo’s fingers in my mouth NOWWW
you’re straddling sae’s lap in his multi million dollar mansion as one hand rests on your ass caressing the soft flesh.
he feels you shuffle on his lap and his other hand shifts to push your hair out of your face
“what’s wrong bunny?” he says tilting his head leaning forward to pepper your neck with gentle kisses making your nose scrunch and lashes flutter feeling his stubble glide across your skin.
you fidget with your fingers and blink up at him. he’s even more handsome when he’s in his late 40’s. you softly speak up pressing your palms on his chiseled chest.
“ . . . need you.” he smirks with a cocky look his index finger moving to rest under your chin.
“yeah? ask the proper way.”
“ . . . daddy, fuck me. please. “
“mhm. atta girl.” he says softly smacking your ass before shifting on the couch throwing you over his shoulder making you squeak as he lets out a low chuckle.
his foot lightly taps his bedroom door tossing you onto his abnormally huge bed before he leans over hovering over your body.
bigs hands gliding up your body worshiping every part of your body. pressing his clothed erection against your core making you both moan in pleasure from the pressure.
“mm. . . my pretty baby so needy.” he says slipping his hand under your top to fondle with your breasts as he slowly grinds his hips against your clothed core.
“daddy will give you anything his bunny needs. say the word.” licking along your neck stubble brushing against your warm skin. the scent of his expensive cologne giving you a dizzying and tingly feeling.
“i . . . need daddy in me. please-“
the sound of his belt clanking echoes in the room as he tosses his pants off and boxers shortly after.
his thick throbbing cock slapping against his stomach where the patch of hair lies.
the tip red, leaking, and twitching showing how pent up he is.
he pushes your skirt aside before his big hand moves to pump himself a few times making him let out a few grunts before shoving his thick cock into your entrance in one big thrust.
“mnngh. fuck. that’s it.” he breathes dropping his head against your neck as he slowly rolls his hips.
with each roll of his hips as he slides in and out of you reveals the outline of his cock in your stomach making him grunt in pleasure. “mm. baby girl, you see that? that’s daddy’s cock in you.” gliding his fingers against your stomach bulge.
you nod feeling his thick cock fill you up with each thrust and roll of his hips. feeling your eyes get watery as he increases his pace.
the sound of his hips and heavy balls slapping against your ass echo through the room. he pushes your legs far enough till they reach the bed frame to give him a better angle to fuck deeper into you.
he throws his head back moans spilling from his pretty lips as he fucks your hole deeper feeling your gummy walls clench around him with each rough thrust he does.
the bed frame smacking against the wall indicating how hard he’s going at it. both of you sweaty and spent from the intensity of the round.
“mmm… bunny m’ gonna cum in this pretty hole. yeah?”
“. . . fuck— please cum in me daddy. fill me with your seed.”
he fucks into you hard and rough hips slapping against your lower half groans and grunts spilling out of his mouth with no shame.
his hips stills before his balls tighten and spills his thick load deep into your throbbing cunt.
excess cum spilling out of your pussy as he rides out his high.
you’re both sensitive and spent as he pants collapsing beside you. his cock twitching and leaking cum from his orgasm.
“so good f’ me angel.” he says panting throwing his muscular arm over his face as he catches his breath.
his chest heaving up and down. you look down at the mess he made and you shift to his side nuzzling against him. his strong arm moves to pull you closer.
note. i still have tomodachi life fomo . anyway here’s me projecting my bad sleep schedule
“chuuu.. chuuya..” you whispered, poking your sleeping husband until he gradually woke up. “huh..? hm? hi sweetheart.” he murmured, “what time is it..?” he questioned.
“not important.. look at our mii’s! they fell in love!” you gushed, happily flipping your nintendo over to show him. he flinched once the bright screen hit his face.
“aren’t we cute!!” you squealed and excitedly shook the nintendo. “yes.. yes we are.” he grumbled rubbing his eyes. “we look very cute.. but it’s way too late for you to be on that game, doll.. what time is it even..?” he yawned as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.
five fifty three a.m. it was almost six in the morning and there you were awake on a game. he signed and put his phone down, turning over to face you.
“doll.. it’s nearly six in the morning.. too early for this. wake me up if we get married. goodnight, i love you.” he grumbled, slowly drifting back to sleep.
“i wonder how soon i could make us have a family..” you wondered aloud, and that was the last thing chuuya heard before falling back asleep.
i wrote this very sleepilyy if theres any mistakes let me know ໒ 𓏼ཾ›̥̥̥ ·̭ ‹̥̥̥ 𓏼ིྀ১ goodnight everynyan
Burnt to the Core ♨ Chapter 4 | reader(f) x Firelord Zuko
synopsis: you are firelord zuko's direct attendant. zuko has long reformed the fire nation after ozai's takedown and zuko's assuming of power. but now you had a challenge of your own: your feelings for the firelord. what was just a simple crush turned out to be more trouble than you would have imagined. but it may have been worth it.
word count: 4442
warnings: no spoilers of the movie (besides using this gif here + how gaang now looks as adults). this is mature (MDNI + trigger warning), as a lot of violence/sexual topics will be brought up.
authors note: yall i lowkey cooked here im ngllllll oouu sh. anyways, please enjoy and ill see u in chapter 5 <3 oh also, future chapters may take more time. work calls, but do not worry, i will not abandon this story
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There was something interesting in seeing Lord Zuko like this.
It was like seeing an entirely different person. His hair that poured straight down and sat wherever it could was now illuminated by his bashful flame, dancing away by its updraft. His jaw was tightened– as if disgust tainted his tastebuds and he was forced to deal with the taste. You watched his chest heave in such a quickened pace, you’d think he’d be a few breaths from a panic attack.
But, he was calm. At least, so it seemed.
And Lord Indra was still not convinced. But, his body did indicate some veil of worry, his body wary of itself. He’s daring, but still cautious, aware of the sudden change in the air. “Firelord Zuko, I can assure you that Master Iroh has exaggerated the situation at hand. Ask the girl yourself!” He puts the spotlight on you.
And it was a power move indeed, because you stood there, feeble and ungrounded. He knew that you would freeze, lacking the confidence to supplement Master Iroh’s observations. You were the victim, and somehow Lord Indra made you feel like the problem. You eye him distastefully, seeing the very villain unfold before you.
And not a damn word left your lips, because at that very moment, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. All air escaped you, and what was left was a defenseless body. Your hands clench onto the skirt of your dress, bundling its fabric in your hand as if it will take you away from this place, from this moment. As if you could just disappear.
“Go on, girl,” Lord Indra's words made you feel like a mutt. A toothy smirk mocked you. He eyes your legs, smirking at how withdrawn you’ve become. “Tell the Firelord that nothing has happened. Or…” his eyes look you up and down, “feel free to prove otherwise.”
You never truly understood the meaning of being between a rock and a hard place. Your parents used to say it many times, but you figured it was some sort of lingo, or saying originating from the Earth Kingdom. Your parents were not well versed with the world, so you just figured this was just mimicking sayings passed along through rumor mills and the likes.
And Master Iroh could not do a thing to assist. For you to prove it would mean for you to strip yourself. You had already felt exposed enough, but before the Firelord was a different feeling of vulnerability. Your mind spiraled as you clutched your garments a little harder. But, you gave it just a bit more thought.
You were already here, in a situation you can no longer avoid.
“Please forgive me, Firelord Zuko,” you mutter quietly, your hands latching onto the ties that held your robe. It wasn’t like you were completely nude underneath. White undergarments and a corset resided around your body. But, even so, they define your body just enough to make you feel as if you were exposed should you ever be reduced to this.
But then, Lord Zuko put his free hand up to you, halting your actions.
“I did not ask for her to prove anything to me,” Lord Zuko firmly states, his fire still emitting its wisps of flame and strings of lightning. “I asked for an Agni Kai, so please feel free to prepare yourself.”
Lord Indra finally felt the nerves, unable to quite deflect Lord Zuko’s change in behavior. It was his insistence, and the way his eyes were no longer welcoming, but rather cold and attached to a sort of anger he could not understand. But, he continues to traverse into foreign territory, scratching at the surface of something he shouldn’t have.
“For a measly peasant girl,” Lord Indra takes a stab at you, humoring himself in the process, “c’mon now, Firelord Zuko; you have to get a grip. The Firelord should never waste his time on a woman so beneath us.”
Lord Zuko is still for just a moment, until he stands from his throne. He slowly descends the stairs, his steps just barely making a sound as they gently pit pat the solid ground. Fire still in hand, it struggles to keep itself reserved. Small embers pop! from it, almost as if even the fire could not tolerate its own power. He stands just inches before Lord Indra, who begins to crack just a bit when he takes a step back himself.
He doesn’t allow him to take any more steps. Within a second, Lord Zuko has his fire orbiting around Lord Indra’s neck, being precise and not allowing any flame to touch his skin. Though, it is ultimately up to Lord Indra to keep still, or else. “You’re very brave to speak to me the way you have,” Lord Zuko states simply, “considering who you are speaking to.”
“Firelord Zuko,” Lord Indra somewhat pleads in his voice. But Lord Zuko does not give him the chance.
“You have chosen to come to my palace, assault my attendant, disrespect my uncle, and now, you deny me Agni Kai?” There’s grit in his voice, his hands forming the action of choking, despite the fire already holding Lord Indra hostage. “Where is your honor?”
The fire begins to close in around Lord Indra’s neck, the heat just centimeters from burning his flesh directly. It was already searing, and you could smell his agony from here. “F-Firelord Zuko– you can’t!” Lord Indra exclaims, his hands gripping at his own garments. “You outlawed Agni Kai yourself!”
Then, it happened: Lord Zuko smiled.
But the smile was not of joy, or any sort of content for that matter. There was a sinister satisfaction in his smile, drawn by Lord Indra’s hail mary. “So you remember that I am the Firelord,” he hums lowly, that toothy grin as snarky and nervewrecking as his initial change. “Just this one time, just for you, I will lift the ban.”
There it finally was. Lord Indra cowers at his words, his hands shooting up in the air in resignation. Was it the fire that was only moments from clearing his neck? Or maybe the static sound of lightning that would zap his body to bits? Or maybe it was Firelord Zuko’s sudden change– a cold so brisk that even the Fire Nation itself would not be able to keep warm. But, Lord Indra still hadn’t said a thing.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy,” Lord Zuko’s words slip off his tongue, as if this was something he was known for. “Unlike Lady Sai, you are not so fire resistant.” Lord Indra remained still, dribbles of sweat rolling down his temples. He embodied fear while still refusing to yield. It was as if he doubted Lord Zuko’s aggressiveness, as if he was bluffing.
Then, you saw the fire get closer, and begin to burn Lord Indra’s beard, and the tips of his hair. Any more of this, and he’d be bald first before his physical body got burnt. And, you weren’t sure why you did it, but your legs moved before your brain thought. You quickly rush to Lord Zuko’s side, bowing so low that you were sure your head would touch the floor.
“Please don’t do this, Firelord Zuko,” you begged quietly, your eyes closed as if the treatment would be given to you instead. You could feel yourself wanting to cry, assuming all blame for Lord Zuko’s sudden brazen nature. “Please, leave him be.”
Something clicked in Lord Zuko’s mind. Your act pulled him out of the relaxed chaos in his mind. Seeing your kindness out on display, for the coward he was holding hostage, brought him back to reality. Back to the person he worked so hard to become. But, he was not quite finished with Lord Indra.
“She is here, asking for mercy for you,” Lord Zuko points out, shaming him further. He was full of disgust from Lord Indra and his audacity. But, at the same time, it bothered him to know that, within his palace, within his reach, he could not protect you from what was forced on you. “And you stand here, without an apology or a pinch of remorse for your actions.”
Lord Indra felt reduced to atoms, like he was nothing before the very Firelord that could maim him. Or, if he were so brutal, kill him. “Pl-please, Firelord Zuko,” Lord Indra forces out, a painful growl following his words. The flames were already leaving light burns around his neck due to the intensity of the heat. “L-let me go, and I will get on my knees before her.”
Lord Zuko rolls his eyes, baffled at how long it took to break him. He looks over at you, with his hand waving underneath your face. “Please rise,” he coos, his voice much more soft than it was a moment ago. “Are you still willing to accept an apology from Lord Indra?”
Standing up straight, Lord Zuko saw your personal expression of disgust towards the man. He could tell immediately that you could not care less for whatever half-assed apology he was offering. He was more concerned for his own neck (literally) than contrition over what he did to you. But, nevertheless, you wanted this to be done and over with. You simply nod.
“You are luckier than I thought,” Lord Zuko scoffs, his eyes narrowing down at the defeated man before him. He lets his fire instill a bit more fear, a bit more hurt, before putting it out completely.
Lord Indra meets the ground immediately, holding his chest desperately for air, and relishing in his momentary freedom. His situation, however, was long from over. While he gasped desperately, Lord Zuko had already been plotting.
“Hey,” Lord Zuko snaps, gesturing to you right after. His raven locks were down once again, complimenting the stern aura that Lord Zuko has maintained since the start of the confrontation. “Best take your opportunity while I’m feeling lenient.”
He quickly crawled over to you, still struggling to supply his lungs with air. His hands are flat on the cold ground, his knees digging into it as well from the weight of his own stress. His face meets the floor as well, and he begins to stammer, “I apologize greatly, My Lady, f-for disrespecting you during your work.”
You were somewhat amused, despite your own stress over this matter. You had never had anyone, let alone a nobleman, apologize to you. It reminds you that ranking and class do not have a correlation. “Thank you for your apology,” you say briefly, “but, I do not accept it.”
Both Master Iroh and Lord Zuko were stunted at your words. For Master Iroh, he knew you had some spunk in you; he just did not predict it to be seen in such a serious situation. As for Lord Zuko, his heart has skipped a beat or two, and his mind felt more at ease.
Lord Indra felt like vanishing right then and there. He was already embarrassed enough, having been caught by Master Iroh for being perverse and demented. But now the Firelord chewed him out, and you were the final obstacle, setting him ablaze completely. All the ingredients together to create a humiliating meal.
Lord Zuko was quick to get rid of him, but not without additional consequences. You listened intently to the list, with Master Iroh sitting there, pride engulfing him. Here was Lord Zuko’s demands:
He is to leave Capital City before morning. Should he and his men still be here, imprisonment will follow. A temporary ban of Capital City will also be enacted.
A new representative of the Takeda Clan must be appointed prior to the next meeting. This is nonnegotiable.
For the future, any abuse or disrespect of staff will receive a more serious punishment, regardless of who you are.
As a few guards escorted Lord Indra out, Lord Zuko also fetched a few guards for you. “Escort her to her quarters safely. And you must stand sentinel outside her door until she starts her work tomorrow, understood?”
You quickly wave your hand as the two guards follow their given instructions. They stood behind you while you tried to reason with Lord Zuko, “My Strongest Firelord, this is unnecessary, truly!” You pull your sleeves up, and pat your body, “no real harm came my way, and the person who committed the act is no longer in the palace.”
He looks at you, those amber eyes authoritative, yet somber. They were apologetic, like a truant puppy. Like he was the one who caused the trouble. “Have a wonderful night, Sai. Guards, if you will.”
And just like that, you were dismissed. You glanced back a few times as you were being escorted out, but Lord Zuko had turned to Master Iroh, exchanging words with voices you were too far to hear. But, considering Master Iroh’s woeful smile, you could tell that this situation was not easy for anyone involved.
After washing up and changing into your fresh night attire, you take a seat at your vanity, staring at yourself blankly in the massive mirror in front of you. You felt guilty as you stared at your reflection, seeing the weak girl before you. Had you just been more firm and insistent, perhaps Master Iroh would have shoved this under the rug, and it could have been long forgotten.
But, at the same time, Lord Zuko’s face reminded you of his goal to better the Fire Nation, in his eyes and in the eyes of the other nations. And, to do that, repairs must start from within. Even you understand that having individuals like Lord Indra is very damaging to the Fire Nations reputation, considering his brute nature derives from the previous leadership.
You reminded yourself. You get back on your feet, lifting your nightgown slowly. Angling yourself to see your rear in the mirror, you scan our body for any trace of the assault. You knew you’d see nothing, as there was no mark or burn to speak of, but the proof resided in your robes.
The attire from the inside had burns, and smelled of burning clothing. The beautifully sewn garment was now tainted by the memory and physical damage of a man with no respect, no class, no honor. The robes were now scarred, threads loose, stitches undone. You were not emotionally attached to the robes by any means, but you felt hurt for the hands who made such a lovely piece of clothing.
You go towards the robes, which you left sprawled on the ground in the bathroom. Taking it in your hands and bunching it up in your arms, you head to the door to dispose of it. But, your timing was miraculous, and in sync with another as you opened the door and met with the tall entity that was Lord Zuko. His fist was in the air, inches from the doorway.
He was in his own night attire, seemingly after a bath. His hair was wet once again, and done up in one solid bun, with all his hair bunched in it. With his hair out of the way, you could clearly see how sharp of a man he was. Perfect jaw, defined nose, and lips that you’d never expect could let out such aggressive and foul words. His amber eyes narrowed down at you once he put his hand down.
“y/n,” Lord Zuko speaks first, his voice so soft that you yourself might slip away. “A-are you going somewhere?”
You were suddenly shy, and didn’t even have the space to bow, given his proximity. It wasn’t like you had never assisted him in the night, both in night attire. But, after today, you were a bit embarrassed to face him. You were too ashamed to meet anyone really, knowing this will travel in the rumor mill of the palace. “I, um… my robes, I was going to discard them.”
Lord Zuko looks down at them, trying to see where the damage was done. But upon realizing he couldn’t locate it, he looks down with a sad smile, “is it okay that I come in? I’d like to discuss with you the matter today.”
Is that necessary? You thought to yourself. He handled it, and handled it as a leader. But, nonetheless, who were you to deny the Firelord entry to your quarters? Especially when he asked so sweetly.
A silence sat between you both as you watched Lord Zuko sit at your vanity, your damaged robes now in his care. You were sitting on your bed (upon Lord Zuko’s request that you be as comfortable as possible in your own space), knees pressed against your chest. A blanket shielded your legs as you stared at the way he felt your linens.
It made your cheeks a bit hot. The way his fingers delicately brushed along the ever changing textures in the fabrics. He was practically petting it like a cat on his lap. But, you could tell there was nothing gentle about it. He was clearly upset, taking the hardship of slacking as a leader a little too seriously.
“I was too nice,” Lord Zuko hums, reviewing his ‘shortcomings.’ He lifts several layers of the differing fabrics, seeing the blackened breaks and burnt rips. “I should've burnt all his hair off.”
You giggle at his frustrated face, “please, there was no need to go that far. You’ve scared him enough, Lord Zuko. I do not think he will ever do it again, to anyone else.” You try to crack your most earnest smile, hoping the remnants of pain don’t slip through the cracks of your mask.
“The last thing I want, or need for that matter, is for you to be unsafe,” Lord Zuko hums, his eyes still glued to your damaged garments. “My purpose is to safeguard the Fire Nation, and more directly, this palace.”
“This is something unprecedented, and out of anyone's control,” you say simply, hoping to make him feel a little better. You give him a warm smile, “you really spooked him, so I’m quite satisfied with how you handled it, Lord Zuko.”
“Yeah?” He says through a chuckle, his face finally lighting up a bit. He looks over at you, mischievous in those amber eyes, “I thought I didn't scare him enough.”
“If you kept that up, I’m pretty confident he would have defecated himself,” you say quietly, trying to contain a snicker.
Lord Zuko shudders at your words, “Spirits, not in my throne room. I’d have to stop working there for a while.” His eyes once again fall, and you see him put his hand through the burnt hole that was now forever marked on the clothing. “...are you sure you didn’t get hurt?”
You nod, offering your pinky to him, “swears.” He reaches over to you, clasping your pinky with his own. His skin was warm, rough, with a callous or two residing in the inside part of his finger. Subconsciously, he pulled his seat with his legs, moving closer so he was no longer reaching out to you. With the motion, more of his fingers began to touch your own, gently clawing to hook your free fingers with his own. You giggle, receiving a reciprocal chuckle from the Firelord.
“‘m glad,” he murmurs, enthralled in you and this moment you both shared. “I’d hate for you to have a scar like mine. You don’t deserve it.”
“Th-thank you,” you barely whisper, your eyes focused on the way his hand melds with yours. “But your scar is not ugly by any means, so please don’t think that…”
This contact suddenly became intense. Lord Zuko began forcing his fingers between the spaces of your fingers, his tips gliding past the web spaces. You find yourself reaching to touch his thumb with your own, flicking at it from time to time until he realizes. He brings down his thumb, pressing it firmly against your own. You both were in a world far away from the palace, and the people of the Fire Nation.
Eventually, your fingers found themselves interweaving between his own. He seemed just as in tune, his eyes focused on the way your soft digits comforted his own rough, neglected ones. “Your hands… they’re so hard,” you say quietly, immediately getting embarrassed by your own wording.
He lets you off, chuckling, “as you know, I’m not the best at taking care of myself.” He lets you go, hovering his hand before you with his palm facing upward. You take your index finger and run circles around the many calluses ornate on his hand. “Fire bending doesn’t help either.”
“I can only imagine,” you hum, somewhat appreciating the callosity. It was a testament to all of the suffering he went through in order to become the Firelord. “As you can feel, I am nowhere near a refined fire bender.”
“But you can bend fire, which is a good start,” Lord Zuko compliments. He then stops you from your touch and lays your hand flat. You watch him curiously as he brings two fingers to your palm, and gives it a gentle pat. Immediately, a small ember bursts from your hand. You were astonished to say the least. “Cool trick, huh?”
“Crazy that you can just do that, Lord Zuko,” you say wistfully, holding onto the ember you both created.
Your eyes had him voluntarily enter your prison. He couldn’t help but adore the way you stared at the small flame, your eyes coated in so much affection and admiration. It felt, for a moment, that he was not a Firelord. He was just a boy, spending time with the most amazing girl. And if he could, he’d freeze time and live in this exact scene, with you, forever.
And, at the same time, it frightened him. In the years since he assumed power, the most he had in terms of a romantic relation was with Mai. Lovely, but melancholic Mai. But, the two were in constant clashes, with her orbiting his world. It wasn’t that he did not want to consider her world; his simply came first. To lead a nation, to restore the damage done by the previous Firelord, and maintain world peace was not a simple matter. Mai’s life was important too, and he could not continue forcing her when simply put, she shouldn’t be.
It was for the best, despite how it felt. Zuko’s world became dull, monotone and lifeless. His closest friends too had obligations in their appropriate nations, and could only visit so much before having to rush back. No one talks about the gray area of obligations, which is the intense stripping of privacy and liberation as someone who is representing and carving the way for such freedoms.
Zuko knew that, for his people to be happy, he must sacrifice. For his uncle, who only has but so many years left, he must learn all he can from him. For his mother, who met with fate too early for him to bloom. For his sister, albeit her insanity, who he could not save from the clutches of his fathers demonic desires to rule the world.
Being the Firelord somehow took away his flame. He became hollow, a shell of a man, focusing on his people and finding solace in that reason for becoming so desolate. He spoke sternly, smiled at nobody, and did right by his uncle and his people at the cost of his own sanity. Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat.
And then, you come in.
A humble worker, a young woman whose hands were always carrying a kettle. A woman who easily swayed his uncle with ‘hot leaf juice,’ which happened to have swayed him, too. An attendant who listens when he wants to be listened to, who does what she is told happily, not forcibly. If he were down, you were always ready to pull him back up, however it must happen.
It was how quickly you became close that truly scared him. It was one thing to be overly pleased with your work ethic. It was another to think about you when eating your favorite food. It was difficult not to imagine your reaction when he spots an uncommon flower in the palace. Your dazzling eyes were forever branded in his mind, whenever you were so happy or excited that they spoke first before a word came from your lips.
And now here you were, letting him indulge in you, in the small gray area that he could not understand. He knows well he could not proceed in any sort of relationship with you past this. This extremely friendly attendant and lord relationship. It was then that he caught himself, and quickly moved away from you.
His quick detachment made you lose focus, and you watched the amber dissolve in thin air, only living a string of smoke in memory. “O-oh, um–”
“I shall leave you so you can rest,” he says sharply, forcing his eyes from you. He did not want to see your reaction to his sudden change. “Again, my apologies for today. And I will go ahead and discard this for you,” he says, gesturing to the burnt garments in his arm.
You were met by his back, and this overwhelming feeling of woe hit you. Nothing happened, so… why? “Y-yes, of course…! Thank you very much, Lord Zuko,” you spew out quickly, sheepishly bowing from your bed with no eyes to notice. “Have a wonderful night, and a long rest.”
He says not another word before exiting your quarters.
When he closes the door behind him, he notices a third guard across the corridor, seemingly waiting for him. Lord Zuko checks on the guards by your door before starting his stride over to the anxious guard in the distance. He already had enough on his plate, and with the emotions turmoil in his mind, he didn’t think he could take anything else.
“What is it?” Lord Zuko starts. The guard, as expected, bows before conjuring a scroll from behind him.
“My Firelord, a scroll has just some in urgently for you,” the guard informs him, anxiety splattered in each word. “It is a letter from the Avatar. He and your other Dignitaries are on their way over to Capital City.”
synopsis: shinso has a tiny little problem. he might have developed a crush on you—his favorite pro hero’s daughter. the bigger problem? you don’t even know him at all! but shinso is nothing if not strategic. if getting close to the girl he likes is difficult, then he’ll just start somewhere else.
w/c: 268
SINSO?
you were going to be sick.
not literally…but probably. your dad had been running you through the same combo for the past forty minutes and your arms were done, like actually done, hanging from your shoulders like wet noodles while your dad watched you from across the room with a deadpan expression.
“again,” he said.
“dad…” god, you shouldn’t have asked for help from him in the first place
“again, yn.”
you reset your stance reluctantly, groaning loudly. behind you, the door of the training room slowly opened. you realized your dad’s gaze shifting to the source of the sound. you didn’t look though.
“daaad—”
“aizawa.” he corrected you.
“are you embarrassed of your d—” you were interrupted by an another person.
“sensei.”
you spun around, ready to complain…and that’s when you saw…him.
your dad in a different color palette. you were both just…standing there, staring at each other. and he had a scarf around his neck just like your father.
“shinso?” your dad’s voice came from behind you. “you needed something?”
shinso tore his eyes off you — took him a second, which you were not going to think about — and looked at your father. “yeah. uh.” he reached up and adjusted the scarf around his neck. “i had some questions about the scarf. binding techniques, mostly. izuku mentioned you’d be here so I figured—” he glanced at you again briefly. “—sorry, i can come back later.”
“no, it’s fine,” your dad said, already moving towards the purple haired guy. “we were almost done.”
you turned back to your father, furrowing your eyebrows. “we were not almost done? what?”
I'm sexually frustrated, and I can demonstrate it if you'd like.
𝄞 synopsis: your best friend, SAE ITOSHI knows you've never been one to have sex, do hookups, or even date. he doesn't want to overstep; he really shouldn't. but you keep looking at him like you want him to teach you, like it's his responsibility. and maybe as your best friend? it is.
𝄞 contains: SMUT, fem!reader, reader has hair, reader has a mom, they r 19, swearing, endless anime references, childhood best friends, family friends & neighbours, experienced!sae, inexperienced!reader, bratty!reader, pussydrunk!sae, posessive!sae, pining, sae teaches reader how to kiss and masturbate, making out, neck kissing, vaginismus (complications with his fingers), clit rubbing while you touch yourself, pussy spitting, pussy eating under the blanket, yapper sae i repeat yapper sae
𝄞 word count: 6.9k + 453 bonus drabble !
𝄞 credits: to @g-gulp for editing, discussing, and making the banner for me! ur so awesome n amazing. other creds to all my irl friends who beta read this...
𝄞 A/N: piggybacking off this post. based off an argument i had w an experienced!sae truther... also i took inspo's from @dotlusional's 'kiss' w katsuki! it was amazing!
"Okay, it's embarrassing, but I haven't really kissed anyone before."
"That's not surprising in the slightest."
"What? Hey!"
Sae had always been the blunt type; you knew of that. Ever since you were children, he would wave away the kind reporters asking him questions with a harsh 'Go away', take trophies and medals wherever he walked, and speak like he was better than everyone else.
Nobody told him he shouldn't talk like that to people — especially to adults and teachers. That language like that wasn't proper etiquette, so he never fixed it.
And you were always the more polite type. Shy, but got along with almost anyone if they spoke first. Kind, chiding him whenever he told another kid to piss off. Pretty, as the years went by and you went from scraped knees and tangled hair to soft skin, girlish fragrances, and the delicate contour of your legs.
He swallowed thickly.
Your legs.
As you got older, you stopped wearing basketball shorts and switched to skirts, then short shorts, then slacks. Frankly, it was hard for him to look away from your thighs. They were plush and soft and ran up the curve of your—
He tore away his gaze from your bare legs resting over the blanket and focused on the TV screen, the fan, and the open window pouring with rain. Anywhere but your tempting skin.
Sae usually doesn't admit these kinds of things, especially not to you, but looks alone? He's astonished that not even one person ever tried hard enough to date you. You're smart, comforting, and nice to look at. If he were to settle down, he would do it with someone like you.
Of course, someone like you.
"I don't mean it like that," he murmured, fixing on your eyes instead. Pretty they were—all round and warm and focused on his. "You reject everyone who's interested in you."
Your index rubs your chin thoughtfully. "That's because..."
"Of your standards. Always on about your anime boys, huh?"
"That is so not funny, Sae!"
"It is a little funny. You're like Rin. He's almost finished his Junji Ito collection."
"Oh, now we're comparing me to Rin—"
"You collect figures and manga."
"They're pretty."
"They're anime boys."
"They're Tomoe, actually. Don't generalise."
"Tomoe is an anime boy."
"You were the one who watched Kamisama Kiss with me!"
"Hmph. Touché."
When was it? The summer before he left for Spain? You were prancing on about your ritualistic tradition of bingeing romance anime with him. There was Kamisama Kiss; Lovely Complex; NANA, which he had to stop because he hated Shoji; and his favourite, Ouran High School Host Club. The blonde male lead, Tamaki, always made him snort into his sleeve as a boy while you shook his shoulder squealing about it.
Anime like that was more up Sae's alley compared to Rin's fixation for horror and suspense, so he quietly cherished those days. Lying on the couch, watching TV in the summer heat, your frame on your stomach next to his, destroying a popsicle stick. It was a much better predicament than watching some porno his teammates had found on a beat-up DVD rental.
After all, he was with you.
You fiddled with your hands as the movie played on. Taxi Driver, for the third time this year. It was his favourite movie, but now that he thought about it, he never asked if it was yours too.
Was it?
You severed his thoughts with a question. "What was the anime you like right now, anyway?"
"The Apothecary Diaries. I like Xiaomao."
"You just like her cause she's like a cat."
"Meow."
You rolled your eyes at his quip. "I wonder what you think of Jinshi, then."
He paused. Sae always had a soft spot for the types of people with an odd backstory, much like Jinshi. It spiced things up compared to all the boring societal bullshit he deals with enough every day. "...I like him too. But he's a little dramatic for my tastes."
"You only like him cause he's pretty."
"Are you slut-shaming me or projecting?"
You snickered. "The former. Is he your type?"
"Not really? What do you think my type is?"
Waving your hands around, you mocked. "Someone hot with a nice ass."
He scoffed, but for some reason, he could feel his jaw clench. "So now you think I'm shallow."
You snorted. "...Yeah."
"Looks aren't everything, y'know. Pretty sure I go by vibe."
You snickered, your hand reaching into the bag of potato chips, his favourite snack that he was banned from eating. Damn you. "Uh huh."
You popped the chip into your mouth; a soft crunch was heard between your teeth, but all he could focus on was the plushness of your lips. He wondered if they felt as delicate as they looked. If they were as untouched as you said. How could that be possible? Look at you—
"Y'know that scene in The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao thinks his dick is a frog?"
He rubbed his cheek, snorting into his palm. "What about it?"
"Do dicks feel like frogs?"
Sae hadn't jerked off enough to remember, and he certainly wasn't going to check. Sighing, he said. "I don't think so? Mine doesn't."
"So why did she think it was a frog?"
"She's never felt a dick before. And it was probably the position. He was on top of her, after all."
You shook your head. "No, she was on top of him."
"Idiot. He was the one who landed on her."
As Sae reached for his phone before you could pointlessly argue about their weird pseudo-sex position, the sheets rustled and—
You climbed on top of him. Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, grinning like you proved something. Your arms were braced on either side of his head, your hair grazing the skin of his cheeks. And your knees—they were braced on either side of his hips, the urge to grab them all too real. Too sweet. Too good.
His breath hitched, magenta bangs poking his forehead as he murmured lowly. "What are you doing?"
Still, his large hands moved to rest on your waist, anchoring himself.
You reached for the phone in his hand, plugging in the password you knew by heart into the screen, fiddling with the phone.
You tilted the glass right before his eyes, it was that stupid frog scene. Maomao was on top of Jinshi, and you were unfortunately correct.
"See! I told you she was on top of him!" You grinned, pulling the phone away.
Before Sae could process what was about to leave his lips, he scoffed. "Are you sure you've never even kissed anyone before?"
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Fuck.
He grumbled softly. "You're on top of me."
You scowled. "It's how the scene goes—a physical demonstration. And you're dead wrong; I don't feel a frog in this position."
"Cause m'not hard, stupid."
But if you kept yourself there any moment longer, he might be. His dick was already stirring to life in his sweats.
"Pfft— You aren't?"
"Very funny. You're a natural at this."
"At what?"
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Ever since you were kids, he had always felt this weird sense of protection towards you. At first, it was the same protection he felt towards his younger brother, Rin, even though you were the same age and probably tougher than him. Then as he grew older and hit that age where some people were more than family, that protection grew into something different. Something familiar, yet completely foreign at the same time.
So he shouldn't overstep; he'd be a horrible, horrible man if he did. But your lips are curved so prettily into a proud smile. Your eyes, the colour and wrinkles of skin, stirred something down his neck and abdomen.
The tingle didn't stop there, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.
Shit.
He already moved to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering. "Temptation. Wanna gain some experience?"
You paused, eyes blowing wide.
Shit.
The both of you recoiled from each other instantly. Sae had nowhere to run, really, but he threw his head back against the couch, hands twitching, deciding if he should let go of your waist or not. You, on the other hand, completely pulled back. In this new position, it seemed more like you were straddling him than just looming over him.
A flush crept up his neck, his hand moving to cover the lower half of his face. "That was a—"
"Geez, didn't know you could be so bold." You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck.
He blinked, hoping you were another hallucination and he was dreaming in the confines of the Real Madrid training facility. That you were just another illusion tempting him.
No, you were still there. This time, your eyes lit up.
"Hey, that's a great idea, actually!" You leaned in closer again, a bright smile plastered over your mouth as your breaths mingled.
He paused. One second. Then, the next one. His lips twitched expectantly, his cerulean gaze low-lidded and fixed on you.
"...What is?"
"Teaching me how to kiss."
Damn his biology, cock completely twitching to life at your wanton suggestion. "Wha... What?"
"Oh, come on; it's just a little kiss," You whined, nudging his shoulder.
Sae cleared his throat, quickly adjusting the waistband of his sweats. "No."
"You've already kissed like, so many other people. One more wouldn't hurt. And it's for educational purposes."
"There's a difference when I kiss other people," he whispered, his sensual gaze betraying his words. "It's that they're not you."
"Dude, am I that bad?"
Dude? His brows furrowed, his lip curling into a grumble. "Not what I meant."
"Then what?"
The space between you was so thin he could die. Let the couch swallow him whole, and let the hallucination die with him.
Hazy excuses and words scrambled in his mind. "It's just that... We're friends. And your mom wouldn't be exactly happy with me if she knew about this."
You shuffled in your position, hips lifting off his. "...My mom isn't here right now. And we're not kids anymore. I don't need my mom's permission to do things."
Sae inhaled sharply when you pouted, head tilting back and hitting the soft cushioning. Were you going to keep whining about it until he gave in? Pester him and keep pressing yourself against him? God, what if he were going to like it?
Then, you muttered. "...Fine. Not like I wanted to know, anyway."
Ever since you were children, Sae had always been the more disciplined one of you two. When he was renowned as a football prodigy, nutritionists and dietitians quickly came into his life, lecturing him about his dietary restrictions to maintain and grow his build. While you ate Happy Meals and devoured candy every week, Sae had to almost entirely let go of fast food, specifically his favourite—French fries. There was no doubt that he had to let go of many things to be perfect, but then he discovered that perfection was more than a flawed goal. Flawed philosophy. A lie.
But even if he wasn't perfect—nobody was—Sae could have at least shown some semblance of hesitation or discipline, especially when it came to you, someone who was oh so dear to him.
Instead, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged you down, his lips brushing your cheek.
One breath.
Then, the second one.
And on the third, his other hand snaked to the back of your neck, the faint blades of baby hair standing up from his touch.
"I'll teach you," Sae whispered, something resembling a low whine pulling from his throat. "Nobody else can."
You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and pouring into his.
"Okay, I trust you."
His lips were twitching and breath uneven as you uttered the words. You might have been some sort of hallucination he imagined to get through the countless gruelling days in Spain. You might have been a fragment of his dream. Who cares? You were still so utterly divine.
After all, you were his favourite girl. His best friend.
Sae didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. But if you didn't learn ruin from him, then someone else would have to teach you. And he knew he was too selfish for that.
One breath. Then, the second one. And on the third, you closed your eyes.
And his lips pressed against yours.
You never thought you would find yourself in this kind of situation.
Sure, younger you had eyes. Sae Itoshi was famous and handsome and rich, but he was off-limits. He was your neighbour. And after Sae moved in Spain for almost three years, you were much closer to Rin than the distant boy since he barely responded to your letters and calls.
Getting involved with Sae would be a betrayal to your dear neighbour and pseudo-son, Rin. You once thought. Sae was annoying anyway.
But then his lips pressed against yours like you were something delicate, and the faint taste of strawberries and honey sent thrills of warmth straight to your core; any semblance of restraint you had melted away, pressing yourself against him firmer—needier.
Then, you pulled away, just enough to peer down at him. His magenta locks were all frizzled up from the cushioning, and his cerulean gaze was half-lidded and fixed on yours.
No, more like on your lips.
"Did I?..." You start, but he cuts you off with a chuckle. "That was just a peck, idiot. Open your mouth."
You blinked.
His cold thumb pressed softly against your bottom lip, pushing the fullness down just enough to part your lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered again, lower, against your lips. "It feels better this way, I promise."
A soft whine escaped your throat as he pressed his lips against yours again, shocks of electricity shooting down your spine and abdomen. His tongue swiped against yours once, something you assumed was like asking for permission, and your lips completely sealed around his, pressing yourself against him further.
Your hands scrabbled at the collar of his white T-shirt as his tongue prodded in the wet cavern of your mouth. It was gentle, like he was testing if you'd pull back. And when you whined, his tongue dragged slowly over yours, his hands tangling in your hair.
"Mmm—" Sae drawled into your mouth. "Is this okay?"
You panted, your breath mingling with his. "Yeah, yeah—Sae—it's good. Feels good."
"Yeah?" He seared his lips onto yours again, tongue webbing out to rub the roof of your mouth, sending sparks of heat down your stomach. He pulled back again in a quick haze, lips brushing against yours. "Feels good, hm?"
"Feels s'good; is it always this good?" You mewled, pecking his lips before flicking your tongue over his bottom lip, gasping when his mouth parted.
One of your hands gripped his collar, the other cupping the back of his head, tangling between his soft magenta locks. A gentle prick disturbed your bottom lip, caught between his teeth.
It stung a little. And in a normal context, it would even hurt. But it felt so good—so, so good when the sting came from him.
His lips then descended to pressing wet kisses down your jaw, all the way to the column of your neck.
You moaned quietly. His lips were hot—suffocatingly hot to the touch. Burning, like a fire had scorched your skin, but instead of pain, it was bliss.
You felt his lips curl into a faint smile against your warm skin as you craned your head back, exposing more of your neck. Soft groans escaped your throat, your fingers curling hard into his shirt.
His lips settled in the junction between your neck and shoulder, pressing a soft kiss before biting down. Harder than before.
"Sae!—"
"First time it felt this good for me too." He murmured against your skin, slowly thumbing your hips all the way up your waist. "You sure this is your first time?"
A slight flush crept up your neck, turning your head away from him. "You don't have to try and make me feel better, y’know…"
"M'being forreal." He tilted his head to the side, cerulean eyes filled with something you weren't quite used to—mirth. His gaze kept following yours even as you tried to look away. "Don't believe me?"
You pursed your lips sheepishly, your hands moving to rest over his shoulders. "Not really. But I— It's kinda hot in here, isn't it?"
Maybe it was his wet, full lips, or the fact that his lashes were so close you could count the endless, luscious hairs. Maybe it was the soft tingle in your core that tightened with each lingering touch of his hands.
Then, he lifted himself up before gently pushing you off his lap. "You're nervous; I get it. It's because you're on top of me."
He loomed over you, a playful twinkle in his eyes so faint you wouldn't catch on if he weren't your best friend. An annoying kid you forced to be your friend.
Naturally, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the cushions. Blinking up at Sae, who stopped himself short when you lay down, your hand tugged on the hem of his shirt.
You knew what that meant; so did Sae. A silent plea for something more than kissing. A silent prophecy that if he leant down, he wouldn't be able to get back up again.
Fucking Sae Itoshi, the idea of that was too surreal. You knew he had experience, that being a prodigy meant plenty of beautiful men and women threw themselves at his feet. You knew that he lived in an entirely different world from yours for five years, doing who knows what out there.
Still, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.
You frowned. "...Sae."
"This is going a bit far, don't you think?" He said, eyes averting from yours.
"I thought you wanted to."
"...I do."
"Then why are you hesitating?"
"I'm not supposed to touch you like this—"
"But you already have," you cut in. "Why are you acting like I'm some kind of... some kind of nun?"
"Pfft— You kinda are."
"That's not even true!"
"You are really innocent, sweetheart. It's not a bad thing."
You bristled. Sweetheart?
"Sae, c'mon," You tugged harder, watching his jaw clench. "Please."
He muttered. "Don't say that."
"Please."
You tugged on him a little harder, but this time, he let himself fall over you, hands bracing on each side of your head.
He pressed his lips against your forehead once, the action more intimate than you liked to admit. Like he was afraid of breaking you.
"You do know what you're asking for, right?" He whispered against your temple, carefully moving to the shell of your ear. "I don't wanna pressure you into anything."
"I—" You paused, trying to ignore the shivers trickling down your spine. "I want this."
"Are you sure?"
"Sae," you whined. Was he teasing you again? Your chin tilted to face him, your gaze softening at his unsure one. It was so uncharacteristic of him. Completely unlike the impassive boy you grew up with.
"M'sure."
"Okay," he nodded, cheek softly nuzzling against yours. "You're in charge then."
You weren't so sure what he meant, but your eyes shut and carefully found his lips. His kiss was slow and carnal, nose brushing the side of your own and large hands snaking around your waist. He squeezed you so softly, as if it were afraid of your departure, and held you close. So close that his breath felt like your own.
Your hips lifted to accommodate his hands, sliding to paw at your ass. His tongue gently prodded in the expanse of your mouth, darting around before stilling just at the tip of yours.
A noise of confusion escaped your throat as you scrunched his collar.
Sae hummed, laughing quietly against your mouth. "C'mon, kiss me too. You wanted this, right?"
The thought made you squirm beneath him, hands gripping tighter. He gently grasped your wrists and redirected them over his shoulders, coaxing you further.
"Wan' you." You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck. "I do wan' you."
Your lips reconnect, this time slipping into the cavern of his mouth and rolling your tongue against his. The wet friction sent shocks of electricity between your legs. Your tongue prodded behind his teeth before licking the roof of his mouth.
"Don't get shy on me now," he whispered. "Get your tongue deeper."
Your tongue pushed deeper at his words. So warm. So nasty. So fucking good.
He hummed, lips sensually following the pace of your own, hands grazing whatever he could touch. His tongue dragged over yours to poke your inner cheek, laughing when you whined and pulled him closer.
You pulled away breathlessly, only disrupted from his lips chasing yours into one last, searing kiss.
"Sae—" You gasped.
He gently pecked your lips. "Sorry. Got carried away."
You panted, temple pressed against his cheek as you caught your breath. Your thighs rubbed together from the hot ache between your legs, sparking with each fleeting second.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Your head tilted up, your eyes widening at him. "What?"
Sae was breathless and debauched, his lips swollen and wet from your own, magenta hair dishevelled from your hands, almost revealing the baby bangs he liked to hide after turning sixteen.
"Here," two fingers shakily slipped past to press against your clothed pussy. "Feels good, right?"
You squirmed, fingers clasping around his wrist. "T-That feels good."
"You want me to help you?" He panted, softly thumbing your clothed slit. "You can say no."
"No— I mean, yes."
You paused, eyes darting to the sheets instead of his curious gaze. "...Do you have a condom?"
He was at your place, after all. And frankly, you were gravely underprepared for this kind of situation.
"Idiot," he laughed, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "We won't be needing that for a while."
The chill of the AC hit your skin when Sae tugged your shorts over your ankle, fingers smoothing over your clothed mound.
"Hm," he mused, tapping his index over the wet patch of your panties. "You're really wet."
His digits were twitching over your pussy, hooking beneath the edge of the cotton fabric. Like the urge to push your panties to the side was killing him.
A flush crept down your neck, gaze settling on the sheets. "No—No shit."
He made a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, tapping over a particularly sensitive part of yours—one stationed above your hole, twitching when he rubbed it.
Your hips jolted at his touch, his index slowly circling the beady sweet spot. "Mm!—"
Then, his hand pulled away, moving to the curve of your ass. With a gentle tug, he hooked your panties' waistband down. "Up."
Your hips lifted as he tugged away the last remnant of privacy you had. Any semblance of comfort washed away from the cold air and his lingering gaze, the fabric hooking over the same ankle your shorts were.
"Hey, relax." Sae clicked his tongue when you squirmed, his warm hand moving to rest on your knee. "Eyes on me."
You tried to listen, focusing on his collarbones, his shirt, and fragments of his messy hair, but nothing worked. You couldn't meet his gaze, not when he stared at you so intently. Not when he could see every part of you. Not when his fingertips moved to press against your entrance.
Was this really what you imagined fucking Sae would be like? Not like you had imagined it or anything, just out of curiosity. He was never open about his personal life, but it was obvious that there was a side of him you've never seen. The weird phone calls. The weird disappearances. Hearing him curse and belittle others was the normal kind of crudeness you were used to with Sae. It was no doubt he was gentler with you—softer with you.
So to hear him be so blatantly vulgar?
He inched closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"You say you want me," he started. "Then you do shit like this."
It was bewildering.
You fiddled with your fingers before finally tilting your head to face him, swearing you saw the faintest hint of a smile when he dipped the tip of his middle finger inside.
"Mm, good."
Something like a whimper escaped from your lips, unaware that you were actually able to make those kinds of noises. "S-Shit."
His brows furrowed as his finger gently prodded at your entrance. "You're—" Sae bit his inner cheek pensively, stilling his digits. "You're a little too tight."
You winced, feeling your hole stretch around his finger. "I-It hurts."
He immediately withdrew his finger. "You've touched yourself before, right?"
"Um, yeah? Not really, like this—"
Sae smoothed his hand along the underside of your thigh—an attempt to soothe you. But his eyes were wide and... chiding? "Why didn't you tell me that before?"
"Okay, well, I don't know how this works!"
"Oh my god." He sighed before sitting back. "C'mere."
You chuckled nervously. "To do what?"
"To do it yourself," he chided. "C'mon."
That's when you found yourself in an embarrassingly exposed position, settled right on Sae's lap, his knees stationed right between yours, spreading your legs.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck before even masturbating..." He murmured, chin hooked over your shoulder.
You swallowed thickly, head turning away. So vulgar. "It's not m'fault I didn't know."
"It's not your fault. Should've prepped you better."
You huffed softly. "So why do I have to do it?"
"Because," his hand gently clasped over your dominant hand's wrist, snaking it down your exposed abdomen. "There's no way someone at our age hasn't touched themselves before."
"I have. Just not..."
"Fingering?"
Your ears burnt. "It hurts."
"Because you're not relaxed or turned on enough." He brought your index finger to rest over your sensitive bud. "This is your clit. Feels good to almost any kind of touch. Be gentle with it."
You bit your inner cheek, watching his hand guide you to rub your clit in slow circles. "I know what a clit is."
"...Nice to know that's the only thing you've touched in the past nineteen years."
Your head snapped towards his. "Hey!"
He snickered, ignoring your huff. "So, if you want to cum..."
His lips ghosted over your ear, whispering softly. "Touch here. Rub there. Doesn't matter. But you could always..."
A soft whine escaped your throat as his hand guides you down further, stopping right at your entrance. "Make yourself feel good here."
Before you knew it, your middle finger was already dipping between your folds and inside your hole.
"Oh my god," you mumbled, brows furrowing. "Sae."
He hummed lowly. "Like that, go slow. It's good, hm?"
"S'good." you murmured, your finger now entirely inside.
"Feels even better when you curl your fingers."
Your brow twitched at his words, following curiously. "Wha... Okay."
His lips trailed down to the spot under your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin softly. "What do you usually think about when you touch yourself?"
His hand tapped the back of your own as you panted. "You."
It came out quicker than you expected, and in all honesty, it didn't even register properly from all the haze. But it was weird that after every call, every time you met Sae, you couldn't help touching yourself later that night.
It was something about his drawled voice, or the contour of his skin, or the flawlessness of his lashes or the chisel of his jaw. Or maybe it was his body, sculpted from divinity itself?
His breath hitched at your admission, fingers twitching over your hand.
You whined, pulling your finger out to push it back inside, curling to hit a sweet spot that made your toes curl. "I always think of you."
Something stiff throbbed against your ass cheek.
Your breath caught in your throat. Then, he bit down on your neck. Harder. "Ow—"
Sae seared your lips in a fervent kiss—all tongue and teeth and the intimate squeeze of your waist. He drank down every noise you made, panting against your mouth, swirling his tongue along yours.
"Let me help you," he panted, shaky fingers moving to gently pinch your clit. "Need to help you."
You moaned into his mouth, hips jolting from his touch. "S-Sae."
"Two fingers, you can do that, right?"
Swallowing thickly, you panted over his lips as he pecked you. "Mm—"
"C'mon," he muttered, pressing wanton kisses down your jaw. "Gonna make you feel s'good."
You pressed your ring finger to your entrance, pushing in slowly, wincing. "Hurts, Sae."
"Shh," he hushed against your cheek. "You can take it."
His index and middle rubbed against your puffy clit in a desperate side-to-side motion. Brows twitching with each passing second, he panted heavily. Your hips lifted in shock, fingers instinctively curling inside you.
Oh, you hit that good spot. It was spongy and rigid and oh so sweet.
You moaned, head thrown back over his shoulder. "Ah..."
"That's—" he sputtered, fingers continuing their relentless attack. "That's your g-spot. Should feel different from the rest of ya. Should feel really good."
Wet noises filled the room as you pistoned your fingers in and out of your hole, bracing yourself atop your best friend. Even though he was talking in your ear, breathy and hot as he always did, nothing registered. Every sense you had was being replaced by the overwhelming sensation of sweet bliss, your jaw slack and eyes shut.
"Curl your fingers more. Yeah, like that, deeper. Shit, you're—"
You whimpered, hips jerking as he continued to rub and roll your clit. "Sae, think m'gonna do that thing where I... F-Fuck."
He let out a quiet whine against your shoulder. "You are?"
"Y-Yeah, aren't y-you supposed to be the expert?"
"Sh— Shut up."
Just as something hot and unbelievably euphoric was about to snap, his fingers pulled away, panting harshly over your shoulder.
You huffed, your brain foggy. "Wha... Why?
"Not yet," he muttered. "Not yet."
Before you knew it, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "You sure this is your first time masturbating?"
He pecked your lips, descending to your chest, pressing soft kisses to your clothed nipples and down your stomach. "You're pretty good at it."
"Pretty good?" you murmured, jolting every time he kissed your stiffening buds. "Thank you?"
His low-lidded gaze flitted down to your drenched slit, lips spasming at the sight.
You frowned as he settled between your thighs. "Sae, no."
"No more?"
"No," you shook your head, hand scrambling to tug at his collar. "I didn't do anything for you."
"...You don't need to."
You huffed, spotting the tent in his sweats. "Don't lie."
"M'being serious," he grabbed your hand, pressing a hot kiss to your palm. "I want to do this."
You sputtered at his words, embarrassed that he was inching so close to your bare pussy. Panting, you whined. "Do what?"
"Eat you out."
"What? Oh my god, that is so—" you stammered. "So embarrassing!"
His hands smoothed over your inner thighs, spreading them apart. "No, it's not."
"Yes it is. Sae, get up!"
He huffed as you pulled at his collar again, his sigh blowing warm air over your wet folds, making you yelp.
"How about this?" He reached for the blanket urged aside. "You see a blanket instead of me. Way better, right?"
You huffed. "You say that like I don't want to see you..."
"Isn't that what that is?"
"I don't want you to see me!"
"But you're so pretty." He pressed a kiss right on your clit, making you jolt. "And so sweet."
Your ears burnt as he pressed another kiss on your slit and another on your entrance.
"Okay, okay. We'll use the blanket."
"Alright," he hummed, pressing one last kiss to your clit again.
"Fun."
It was weird, feeling the ghost of his breath but only seeing a broad figure under your blanket.
Your legs were spread over his shoulders, thighs marked with soft kisses and bites Sae spent minutes on perfecting, murmuring something almost biblical to himself.
Then, you felt his fingers spread your lips in a V-shape, letting your head fall back on the cushions.
One breath.
Then, the second.
And on the third, still, nothing came.
"What are you doing down there?!" You whined, heel digging into his defined back.
You were only met with silence, but from the hot wave of air, you knew he was annoyed.
You scrunched your nose. So typical of him.
Then, he spoke from under the blanket. Low and teasing. "Your clit is all puffy."
"...What?"
He leaned down, pressed his lips to the bud and whispered. "And you smell s'good."
Then, his tongue licked a slow strip from your weeping hole all the way to your sensitive bud. The entirely new sensation washing over you in ways you could never imagine, your teeth catching your bottom lip.
"Oh, fuck. Sae..." Your hand reached under the blanket, tangling in his magenta locks.
His tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching to softer kitten licks, slowly bobbing his head. You whined, thighs clamping around his head. "Ah— t'much!"
Your thighs squeezed shut around his head, so close that your knees grazed each other and the sweat from his hair smeared against your thighs. Sae huffed and wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, slurping it into his mouth harshly.
You moaned sweetly, cheek pressing against the cushioning. "F-Fuck!"
Finally, you loosened up enough for him to catch your thighs off guard. His fingers dug into the plushness and pushed them apart, all the way until your knees hit the cushions.
"Too much?" Sae hummed, spitting into your messy hole. "You're so dramatic."
Dramatic? He was the one seriously overwhelming you!
His tongue webbed out, swirling around your entrance before licking up your folds. Spreading your labia with his tongue in a firm, upward lick, soothing the fold with soft, barely-there kisses.
Then, he sealed his mouth over your entire pussy.
"Sae," you whimpered, fingers pulling his hair in warning. "Don't even think about it."
A soft huff vibrated against your folds, his snicker evident. His thumb gently rubbed your thigh like some kind of apology. Then, he sucked your pussy in one, harsh motion.
"Oh my god—" you cried, thighs struggling to close against his strong grip. "C-Can't!"
"Mm," he murmured against your folds, his tongue moving to swirl around your entrance again, the tip gently prodding its way inside. "You can."
Your fingers sharply pulled at his hair. "S-Sae!"
He grumbled, the vibrations sending tremors into your pussy. "Stop movin'."
"Can't," your eyes squeezed shut when his tongue pushed in, firmly licking your sweet spot. "Sae, I c-can't."
Sae's tongue withdrew, soothing your pussy with wet, apologetic kisses, lips pressing over your inner thighs. "Why? What's wrong?"
You panted, fingers still gripping his hair. "...I told you I can't."
"Can't what?" he hummed, thumb reaching to rub your clit in slow circles. "Cum?"
"Cum." Your cheeks burnt at the word. "No, I do wanna cum."
He panted harsh breaths against your thigh and pussy, the oxygen levels decreasing by the minute under the blanket. "You're pissing me off. You say wanna cum, but you can't take it?"
"H-How is that my fault?"
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it aside. His bangs were all sweaty and pushed back over the rest of his hair. Sweat beaded at his temples, some reaching down his neck.
And his lips quivered, his entire mouth drenched with your wet slick, smeared over his cheeks and nose. Sae huffed lowly, cerulean gaze focused on the cushions, catching his breath. "M'going as slow as I can."
"I-I'm trying to keep up with you."
He scoffed. "...Yeah 'course you are."
You huffed. "I don't like your attitude."
"Okay then," he retorted, eyes threatening to roll. "So stay still. I'm not using a blanket this time."
Your breath hitched as he settled between your legs again, fingers tracing circles over your hips.
"And," he hummed. "M'not letting you hide."
Before you could process what that meant, he steadied his hands over your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You could only see the open window from this view. Not Sae. Not a blanket. Nothing.
Your feet kicked squeamishly, though it didn't help much. "Wait!— This is so embarrassing—"
His lips found the seam between your thigh and ass, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. "Hn, stop squirming."
"How can I?" You buried your face in your hands. "You can literally see everything and I wanna die—"
You were cut off with a soft moan, his thumbs spreading your lips to slurp up your dripping hole, tongue prodding into your hole. His fingers dug into your ass cheeks, groping it harsher—needier.
"Fuck," he groaned softly, kissing down your folds until he found your sensitive bud. He sealed his lips around it before sucking fervently, noises growing as you squirmed. "Fuck, fuck. You taste s'good."
He almost growled into your cunt, moving to press kisses to your ass cheeks, softly biting down on the flesh.
Your hand wrings back to grab at him—his shirt, his shoulder—to be met with a firm hand clasping your wrist. He pinned it to the couch as he leaned down again, lapping his tongue over and over at your clit.
He was breathing—panting so hard that his exhaling puffed air into your hole. "S-Sae!" You moaned softly into the cushioning. "Oh my god—Sae!"
Something warm tightened in your abdomen. It was hot and electric and aching to explode, just like the times when you'd touch yourself, but this was much more. So much more.
You panted into the cushions, soft moans and whines escaping you as he ate your pussy. He was relentless; he always was, but this was a different kind. Sae could do anything, say anything, but when he promised you pleasure and brought you heaven?
Holy shit, it was too much that you could go crazy any second now.
"Let me tell you somethin'," he broke your thoughts, murmuring as his tongue slid out of your hole. "When you feel something so good you think you'll go crazy. Say you're cummin'."
"I-I know what that is."You whined, seeing that sort of language in the porn you read and watched, but not exactly knowing when to use it. "I think."
He muffled a scoff against your cunt, switching to long, firm licks up your entire pussy. "Wow. Genius over here."
You felt the warmth spread down your stomach to your thighs and cunt and clit and everywhere, fingers clawing into the cushioning. "Okay! Okay, I'm... M'cummin!"
You could feel his brow quirk, lips ghosting over your clit. "You're what?"
You were close, so close to the pressure releasing. But now, your cheeks were burning because Sae couldn't help but bully you about sex language. "I'm... I'm—"
He smiled against your pussy, the curve faint but there, and wrapped his lips around your bud one last time, flattening his tongue and sucking harshly—so harsh you could see stars.
"M'cummin'!"
White dots skewed your vision, and you swore you had died just now, but the pressure released, getting licked softly from Sae's tongue.
But oh, it still felt so good after you came, grinding onto his wet muscle. "Ah, Sae..."
His tongue stilled as you ground on his face, fingers digging into your ass cheeks harder. "Now's the time you get eager?"
"Sh— Shut up." You whined as he freed your wrist. "Oh my god."
He began to lap again, a little softer but pleasing against your puffy clit. "Mm," he hummed. "You came this time."
"I already told you— I know what that is—"
He slurped your clit into his mouth, the sensation all too overwhelming for your current senses. "Ah!"
"I know you know. Just telling you." Sae said, pressing one last gentle kiss to your bud before pulling away.
You panted against the cushions, only now realising the drool pooling in your mouth. Your ass was still perched in the air, your whole body dripping from sweat.
Sae swallowed thickly at the sight, his own erection throbbing against the cushions.
He didn't want to overstep; he really didn't. Sae was your best friend. Someone your mom entrusted to you. Someone you'd watch romance anime with. Someone who purposely didn't laugh at your jokes, just to see you get angry,
But you tasted so fucking sweet. Your noises were so pretty, so alluring. He'd have to die before leaving his place between your legs.
And you kept arching like it was his responsibility to teach you. Touch you. Make you cum over and over until you couldn't think of anyone else but him.
And maybe as your best friend, the boy you knew since you were in diapers?
It was.
"One more." His hand moved to grope your ass cheeks again, flipping you onto your back. "Give me one more. I know you can. Just one more."
"Wha?... Sae." You whined, so clearly fucked out, not even bothering to glance at him.
"You can do it," he whispered, leaning down to press several shaky kisses to your wet folds.
"For me. C'mon."
BONUS!
The summer after you graduated high school, you found yourself back at home in Kamakura. The weather was scorching, sweat beading down your neck as you stared at the ceiling. Your feet were perched over the side of your bed, back pressed against your cool floor.
"Did you finish?" you murmured, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sitting on the floor against your bed was Sae, who had come back from Madrid to spend the summer with family. Frankly, in the past three weeks he had been here, he had not spent one day with his family.
Well, maybe aside from his mom, but everyone liked Mrs Itoshi. Besides her, he always had some lame excuse to work out, go on a jog, meet someone, go to Tokyo, or spend time with you.
You didn't mind, really. It just meant summers were meant for Sae.
"Shut up, m'almost done." He said, checking off the boxes on his phone. He wore a black T-shirt, legs crossed in a pair of basketball shorts, accentuating the muscles he had been gaining over the past few years.
Was it weird to stare?
Your head tilted faintly, settling on his concentrated face. He had been getting pretty good-looking recently, a little more than you'd like to admit. Since last year, he's been pushing his bangs back. His bangs were cute—almost childlike, but him with this new style... It certainly brought out his blessed facial structure and his lashes. Also, the glowiness of his skin—
Oh my god, ew, that sounds so dick hungry.
And that was certainly not towards Sae Itoshi.
"Done," Sae tilted his phone towards you, a bright red sixty-four illuminating from his screen.
"What the fuck have you been doing in Spain?" You immediately propped yourself up, snatching his phone. "A rice purity of sixty-four?"
He shrugged. "Why would I tell you?"
"Last year when you came back, it was like, an eighty-seven."
"Things change."
"Whore."
Sae rolled his eyes, taking his phone back. "You'll get there one day."
You scrunched your nose as he petted your hair—outwardly affectionate, but you knew he was being annoying.
"I don't wanna be like you." You swat his hand away. "I am totally okay with my ninety-two. Totally okay."
He stared at you blankly. "...Riiight."
You whined, sighing. "Maybe I'm not, but will that day come any sooner?"
"Y'know, in order to get some, you have to...put yourself out there. Talk to people. Flirt."
"Oh, fuck off," you reached to pinch his side, grinning when he groaned.
"You're too old to be doing this."
"We're eighteen, dumbass."
He grumbled, efficiently moving four feet away from you. "Wonder who your first kiss is gonna be, or somethin'. I feel bad for him."
Then, Sae groaned again when you threw a pillow at his face.
♡ meet lamb!reader ݁ ₊ ⊹ . ݁ also seen on @cinna-creme
lamb!reader is one of the sweetest girls one could meet. she’s not very academically intelligent, and she’s easy to confuse, so it might take a couple of reworded explanations for her to begin to understand what you’re saying. izuku likes to say she has tits for brains, lovingly, of course. lamb is also oh so sensitive, crying over almost anything.
lamb!reader adores fashion and everything about it. she’s so passionate that she has a room in her apartment dedicated to her interest: a rack of fashion magazines on the wall, a bucket full of fabric scraps in different textures and colors, a sewing machine, an embroidery machine, and so much more. she tells everyone her motto is “fashion is life!”
lamb!reader isn’t very online; sometimes she’ll promote her clothing pieces for sale on izuku’s account, but she doesn’t have any accounts of her own. her only form of communication is her bedazzled flip phone, which has maybe 8 contacts at best. she listens to music on a vintage record player that izuku gifted her for her birthday one year, and only uses the television to watch old romantic movies on date nights.
A/N: I actually finished this awhile back but I didn't like it so I sat on it for a bit, then edited it. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!
Summary: You had been developing a deep crush on Dabi for quite some time. But he was difficult to get through to and know. His distant demeanor made it hard to get close to him. However, when Hawks shows up, things take a turn in a different direction than you could have imagined. Dabi doesn't know your true feelings, you don't know Hawks is a spy, and they don't know you're in love with both of them. This love triangle is about to cause lots of drama and confusion.
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four
The cold wind felt prickly on Dabi’s skin. A mixture of pins and needles on the real flesh, and a numbness on the rotting flesh. He observed the stars with intensity. They had reminded him of something important. The way they twinkled and danced just like the way her eyes did when she met his gaze. He could see that he really lit her up. It was only him that she experienced this with. The thought of it made Dabi’s heart flutter.
Until Hawks came.
Then came the burning and tightness in his chest. His heart felt like it was turning inside out. That look in her eye. The same look he admired for so long now belonging to another. It could be too late if he doesn't act fast enough.
He could kill Hawks easily without a reason. He had done so many times to plenty of other random people. He didn't value Hawks in the league at all, more so that he was a fake. He had to be a spy, and poor Twice fell for it. Not him though, he'd keep an eye out even if he hasn't found any evidence. But it was more about her reaction. She would never forgive Dabi if he killed Hawks. She had to see who he was for herself, or else it wouldn't be a choice. She'd forget all about Dabi and abandon him if she didn't think he had a good enough reason. He couldn't handle that. Why did this have to become so complicated? Things were progressing so nicely.
“I thought I buried that version of Toya away a long time ago.”
-
Soft sounds of the leaves rustling in the trees. The breeze felt so cool against your skin. The birds flew from branch to branch, frolicking and flying together in the sky. Your hair flowing freely as it wrapped around your face. One day, you'll be able to go anywhere and feel this way. You’ll be able to feel it in the streets and not just in the loneliest part of the woods. Soon, you thought to yourself, soon. Freedom.
There was a special kind of silence in the woods. It was a kind of special “silence” with many noises that were absorbed into your body like a calming medicine. Birds, leaves, bugs, wind. The only thing missing were those old wind chimes at your grandmother's home. It felt like medicine back then too. Nature's therapeutic remedy flowing through your veins. You needed this moment to relax.
“Do you always stand alone in the woods?” You jumped, completely ruining the peaceful moment, and turned around to see where the voice came from. Beams of sunlight behind a dark figure with large wings lowered itself down. Short blasts of wind smacking you in the face as his wings flapped slowly until he landed. You put your arm over your eyes as you squinted to see. What a dramatic entrance. As expected. His golden locks blowing around his face as a gust of wind hit the both of you. He looked so natural here. Like he belonged with those birds in the trees.
“I'm not lonely.” It was a quick, harsh retort. It came out harsher than you intended.
“Maybe you're looking for company?” It sounded more like a question than a statement. An invitation. He was asking for permission to stay. But why ask?
“Last time I had you for company I got in trouble.”
“Well, it's been awhile since I've seen you pretty lady. What happened?”
Pretty. There it was again, that word. Dabi had said it before but now so was Hawks. And you melted at the sound just the same. Though you couldn't show that to him, he couldn't think of you that way. Not especially with how Dabi was acting.
You never considered yourself to be an attractive person. Not necessarily ugly but nothing to really look at. No boys paid any attention to you in school. The unexpected attention from Dabi and Hawks felt a bit sudden and overwhelming.
“Nothing much has gone on other than some boring meetings and plannings, none of which you were allowed to be in. Twice had a problem with that.”
“I could expect that from him,” he chuckled, “but I’m sure more than that has happened.” You knew what he was getting at. He was trying to get you to admit what you got in trouble for, but you wouldn’t throw Dabi under the bus like that. It was none of Hawk’s business and it really was just a slip of the tongue.
“Not really.”
He nodded his head, seemingly giving up on getting more information. Was this the Hawks that Dabi was so suspicious about? The sense you were being interrogated? It didn’t seem like he was prying, maybe just curious about a statement you made. Anybody could be curious.
You subconsciously shook your head. Stop thinking like that, you're becoming just as suspicious and paranoid as Dabi.
“You still never answered why you’re all the way out here?”
“I could ask you the same. I’m not sure how you found me.”
“Eyes of a hawk,” he winked at you with a smile.
“Ha, ha,” you mocked, “You’re so funny.”
A part of you felt a bit uncomfortable, not because you didn't want to be around Hawks, but because you knew how Dabi felt about it. Guilty that you were truly enjoying Hawk's company. He laid out a boundary, and you were ignoring it. Then again, whoever said you had to obey those boundaries? If Dabi were your boyfriend, sure, this would be completely inappropriate. But you weren't even sure of his true feelings for you. Some of it seemed romantic, but much of that could be blamed on the fact that you had been so obsessed with him for so long. Perhaps much of this has blurred your judgement.
Dabi’s boundaries could come from jealousy or the mistrust of Hawks, or both. However, you thought about why he hasn't said anything to Twice on the matter. Surely he would have laid out the same rules. Unless, of course, he already did in private and Twice didn't listen. That did sound plausible.
Hawks stopped and looked out at the view you were admiring moments prior. He took a deep breath in, seemingly taking it all in just the way you had. It wasn't the most scenic in the world. Probably miniscule compared to the things Hawks had seen in the sky. It made you feel a bit small. A constant reminder of your limitations.
“If I could, I'd give wings to everyone.” His voice startled you. You looked over at him and could see his gaze lost, like he was in some kind of trance. He had left this world and entered an imagination you wished you could see. Despite it looking so simple, it seemed he enjoyed it just as much as he may have enjoyed any other beautiful landscape.
The statement puzzled you. Why would he feel so strongly about it? Perhaps it was a driving conviction for him to join the league.
“Why's that?”
“Because everyone deserves to be free and see the world from a bird’s eye view.”
You scoffed. Freedom. “I wouldn't know.”
“It's beautiful, come on, I'll show you.” He held his hand out to you. Your hand moved before you could process it, then snapped it back. “Come on,” he encouraged. His voice was full of so much hope and optimism. How could you say no? The same tone kids seem to have before they grow up and the whole weight of the world comes crashing down on them. You had to resist.
Freedom.
That word was constantly popping up in your mind without any regard for how you felt. It made you flinch. But oh, how you yearned for it. How could you resist?
You slowly and bitterly reached your hand out and took his. He smiled. You felt the material of his gloves. They were made of a thick fabric that felt high-quality and durable. A part of you wished you could feel his real skin. The fabric was a barrier to protect you two from a slight feeling of intimacy. He pulled you in, whispering in your ear to relax as his wings flapped until you elevated into the air.
Now you were high up enough to see the tops of all the trees. It was a few minutes of flying and you admired the view until Hawks slowed down his wings and landed with you. You looked around, confused.
“It's the same place as before…”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“You don't like the view?”
“No, I do, I just, I've already seen it.”
“I felt like you didn't really get to see it last time. We were in a rush, so now you can take your time admiring everything.”
You looked around and began to notice things you hadn't picked up on before. You could actually see people walking on the streets, carrying different objects. A man carrying a brief case, probably on his way to work. A mom holding a little boy’s hand and a toy in his other. You remembered there was a candy shop nearby, she could be taking him there. You could see into the office buildings, people working at their desks. They looked tired and probably couldn't wait to get home. A flock of birds sat on a wire, staring at all the same people you were. It made you realize you were no different than them.
“It doesn't always have to be a new view. Sometimes you can admire the beauty in what's old too,” he smiled.
You thought about it. Could it be possible you were only interested in Hawks over Dabi because it was different? A refreshing new experience? Or was it truly a contrast in their personalities and the way they treated you.
Dabi could be cold and closed-off. He was distant and you didn't know much about him, other than what you've learned since the day he joined the league. Over time, it seemed he warmed up to you and the league. Out of everyone, Dabi seemed closest to you and Toga.
Hawks was a hero, supposed to be your enemy. He was the symbol of freedom to you in a life of solitude. He was kind, charming, and witty. The dream man for most women.
“I… I'm afraid I'm gonna fall. It's too high.”
“Relax, I got you. Just hold on and enjoy.” His arms wrapped around you and squeezed tight. He moved his arm over yours until your hands met. His fingers intertwined with yours, grasping firmly. You blushed red with intensity, hoping that since he wasn't facing you he wouldn't see it.
“The world's really beautiful when you actually have an opportunity to look at it.” You could feel his warm breath down the base of your neck. It sent chills all over your body.
“Yeah, I try to see the best in what I can but it's a bit difficult from my angle."
“Why's that?”
“The places we've chosen as hideouts in the past aren't exactly luxurious. Where we are now is way better, don't get me wrong. But now that I'm there, I feel like I can't really go out much to explore. I understand where the league is coming from, I do, but I just feel trapped no matter what. There's just so much at risk now. Seeing this just hits me with reality.”
“Sounds like you've been feeling this way for a long time.”
“Ever since I could remember. It's why I'm here, fighting for what I believe in, so others don't have to feel trapped like I did in the past. I struggled. Unlike the heros.” Unlike you, you thought. It was harsh and it wasn't something you could say out loud. But you felt it strongly.
“Everyone thinks I'm quite cocky, but I'm actually pretty humble. I'm scared too.” Hawks scared? That sounded absurd. How could a hero who faces so many challenges a day be scared? Society catered to him day in and day out. It left a little bit of a bad taste in your mouth, enough for you to snap at him.
“You're a hero, what could you possibly be scared of?”
“Has to be something if I'm here with the league. And a good reason too, just like yours.”
You paused. He had you there. Since Hawks came into the picture, everything about him was a real eye opener. You were offended, but that statement implied more. Society seemed exactly what you had thought of it, but maybe the hero side behind the scenes seemed different than you had imagined. You desperately wanted to know what pushed Hawks to join, but it didn't seem like he wanted to share. Anything you did know was very vague. Prying into information was kind of an unspoken rule for those who were strays or villains. Whatever their past, it was theirs to face alone. That’s just how it was for the underground society.
“Yeah,” you muttered softly under your breath. You had nothing more to say, looking off into the distance.
“I think we need to refresh the scene.” You looked at him puzzled. He had a shit eating grin. You could tell. He was about to use his charisma to get something from you. “My apartment.”
“No.” It came out of your mouth faster than he could finish the two words.
“Just hear me out. Maybe it'll change your perspective a little bit.” Your eyes widened. Apartment? As in the place where he lives? He was inviting you there? You blushed at the thought of it.
Dabi would have an absolute fit if he found out. If he found out. Hawks was such a charmer, you couldn't refuse. You were beyond curious.
“Fine. But only for a short tour, I can't stay out too long.”
“I'll make sure nothing happens to you.”
-
Hawks’s wing flapped slower as you both lowered to the floor of his balcony. You braced yourself for the soft impact of your feet on solid ground.
You giggled inside. There were much easier and more subtle ways to get into this building. Or perhaps he was looking out for your identity. Getting caught could mean disaster.
“Go on.” He gestured to the sliding glass doors. You pushed them open and entered the apartment.
You walked in, expecting something totally different. His apartment was very normal and minimalistic. You expected flashy furniture and fixtures, the kind of strange things that rich people usually buy. The kind of thing that screams “I have so much money to spend I can waste it on ridiculous garbage and call it art.” But no. He seemed like an average guy. Definitely better than the places you had seen in the last year. You examined each item as you passed by, running your fingers across a glass end table.
“This isn't what I thought it'd be like.”
“Well, what do you expect?”
“Something… flashier.” You sat down on the couch. Your fingers trailed down the weaves of the fabric. This is what an intact couch felt like. Soft upholstery you could just run your fingers back and forth on to soothe your skin. Cushions that were fluffy and supported your weight. It felt like a light cloud beneath you. You could lay back and drift off into a deep sleep, no problem.
“Ooh,” he cooed in a dramatic tone, “you think because I'm a big hero I gotta have big fancy things?”
“No,” you laughed, “I don't mean it like that.”
“Ah,” he waved his hand, “It's okay. I get it a lot.” He sat down next to you. Commonly misunderstood and misjudged, you could understand that very well.
You sat on the couch in silence and laid your head on his shoulder. Your heart suddenly racing as you prepared for rejection or a large reaction. “I'm sorry I misjudged you. I should have known better.”
“Pssh, you villains.”
-
“Dabi? What are you doing here?”
“Come here, I have something to tell you.” He was smiling, an unusual expression that caught you off guard. You did as he asked, slowly walking up to him with your stomach twisted in knots. You stood before him and both his hands slid across your cheeks. His hands were so warm and gentle as he cupped your face. Then he leaned down, his lips pressing firmly against yours.
He pulled away, his hands remaining. “I miss you, why couldn't you be here? Why did you have to go?
“Go? I didn't go anywhere, what do you mean?”
His hands began to grip your face, his finger nails digging into your skin. You tried to move back but he was too strong. His face twisted into rage. He leaned forward, his lips pressed to your ear and followed with a low growl.
“I know.”
You shot up so fast you landed on your feet, looking around. Nothing around you looked familiar. Your vision was so blurry you couldn't make out exactly where you were. Your heart began to race, and your breath quickened.
“Whoa!” You looked to your right to see Hawks jumping up off the couch. You must have fallen asleep and forgotten, the whole thing with Dabi being a strange nightmare. Despite that, you still felt a heavy pit in your stomach.
“I need to go home.”
“Right no-”
“Yes, now!” you demanded.
Hawks was quiet as he got ready to take you. You noticed he no longer had his jacket on, just the tight fabric of his black compression shirt. He looked so much thinner than you thought. The jacket made him look wider than he really was, but he was still very fit. He slipped the sleeves of his jacket on and you both rushed out the sliding glass doors.
He remained quiet the whole flight as well. You couldn't shake the dread dwelling in your mind. You didn't want to give Hawks the wrong impression. You truly enjoyed the trip and his company. It was interesting to see what kind of life he lived outside of hero work. A little window to his personality. But something about that dream nagged at you.
Hawks gently let you down on the ground, but he didn't let go, his arms still wrapped around you.
“I had a nice time. Thank you.”
“No problem. I'll take you anytime you want.”
You turned to see a silhouette leaning against the doorway. Startled, you got into a fighting position.
“Who are you?” He stepped out with his hands in his pockets. “Dabi?” He stayed silent as he watched Hawks fly away. His face was barely lit, but you could still see the glint of light from his eyes.
“You were out with him. Again? I thought I told you to stay away from him.” His voice was oddly mellow toned and calm. But not the kind of calm that brought you comfort, you felt worse. You could hear a hint of pain in his voice.
“Stop yelling at me!” It was ridiculous. He didn't even raise his voice but it was the only way you could feel you were some kind of victim in this situation. “Why do you get to tell me what to do?” He stood there completely silent. His eyes filled with rage and sadness. “Maybe I wanted to go out and see the scenery for a change. Maybe I wanted that.”
“You wanted a change of scenery?” The tone of his voice was almost mocking with a hint of sincerity.
“Yeah,” you crossed your arms. “I'm tired of hiding. I'm tired of the dirty, abandoned buildings.” Easy, paving the way to make Dabi sound worse than he was so that this all didn't fall on you. You and your poor decision making skills. The way it was so easy for Hawks to sway you. Embarrassing.
“This place isn't good enough? How hard did I work to get you here?”
“We all worked hard for this, don't try to take everyone's credit. But it's not over yet.”
“Start counting the times you always had extra food to eat, you slept on a bed when it was available, you had something warm on when it was cold.” You began to think about it.
Sometimes Dabi would say he wasn't hungry and offer the rest of his food to you. Did he offer it to anyone else? Not that you could remember.
You and Dabi never shared a bed except for recently. It wasn't every time you slept on a nice mattress, sometimes a couch, or maybe a blanket on the floor. But Dabi didn't seem bothered when it came to him relaxing elsewhere.
There was also that one time it was so cold out at night. Everyone was freezing. You thought maybe it was your last night ever, to die of hyperthermia in your sleep. Dabi wrapped his jacket around you and told you not to bother him for the rest of the night, which was exactly what you did. But that's just how Dabi was. Acting sweet with a tough guy facade. He always was like that. To everyone. Or… you couldn't remember him doing it for anyone else.
The league looked out for each other. But thinking more on it, Dabi didn't really do the same exact things for the others as he did for you. He cared for them, of course, in his own way. Just… not the same way he showed it to you.
“I…,” your voice became soft, “I never knew it was intentional. I'm sorry.”
Contains: Mature themes, heavy breeding/mating kink, daddy nickname, spitswapping, quirk use, oral sex, helping you with your hypersexuality
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Warning, this chapter is mature content! Only this chapter and this chapter only, so that is why the whole book is not mature. The reader is neko, so this section contains heavy mating/ breeding kinks and cat-like behaviors. If that makes you uncomfortable, please skip this one.
You started purring again, and happened to look in his lap. His pants seemed tighter than before around his crotch. Was it the proximity to you? Well, he most certainly aroused you as well. You purred more, and slyly looked up at him, giving a slight knead to his thigh. He would no longer hold your gaze, and leaned back as you got closer, biting his lip, clearly flustered.
"Hey, want another type of cracker?" He asked suddenly, leaning away from you, tossing the picnic of tuna and crackers in the pile.
The sudden loss of contact stopped your purring. "What do you mean?" You replied. He took out a thing of Pocky, opened it, and stuck the unflavored end in his mouth.
He looked so cute. What a move to make. He had planned all this.
You bit on the other end and nibbled towards the middle, as did he. When it was gone, you were kissing. It was a deep, almost unending kiss, and you loved it. His tongue went into your mouth, and you battled it out, heated and passionate, the way only two new lovers could. You remembered something, and separated to breathe in sadness. "H-Hitoshi? Are you cheating on someone else?"
He looked at you, absolutely flabbergasted at the thought. "What could you mean? Are you talking about Kaminari? We were just kissing? I'm not anyone else's boyfriend."
"Well, when I was in your room, you were texting someone you had as a contact, 'kitty', and their name... had a heart next to it."
Hitoshi got out his phone to show you. "It's... kind of embarrassing, but I really like cats, and you kind of reminded me of one even thought I didn't know your quirk back then." He showed you the screen. The messages familiar from just under an hour ago.
"But at lunch that day, I thought you did not like cats!"
"I thought you didn't like cats, so I just said nothing!" You both laughed together.
"You already had a cute nickname for me such a long time ago! We should have gotten together earlier." He nods his agreement.
This chapter is kind of assuming you are female, and if you are not, use your imagination to how it could have gone down another way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) :) -Author <3
"Hey kitty... wanna do something...naughty... in my room? No one else is around to hear us." He practically growled in your ear. Your lower stomach throbbed at the thought, and you started to feel an undeniable wetness growing in your underwear.
"Y-yes, Hitoshi. Thank you for suggesting it." He quickly gathered up the things he had brought onto the porch and grabbed your hand, leading you to his room. He had grown strong, no longer the kid who started UA. You held the hand of a future hero.
By now, your cat breeding instincts had started to go into effect. Sensing your hesitation, he turned around when you fell behind. "Actually, Hitoshi, I d-don't think this is a good idea. When I'm horny, I get really horny because I have... feline issues... I kind of go into a heat... and I don't think I'm ready to be a mom. I don't want to chance anything."
"Don't worry, we can just do some foreplay then, maybe that will satisfy us?"
"Promise me?"
"I promise."
Your mind was slowly slipping away, not from his quirk but as your mating instincts kicked in more. His scent was thick around the whole dorm, starting to drown you. Your mate's hoodies, his bed, his cologne, his things, him. You took one of the Pockies, slipping it from the wrapper with a crinkle small enough for only you to hear, and started licking it very suggestively before him, looooong strips down the length, bobbing the tip in your mouth. His pants were much tighter than before, and the bump in his pants was a telltale sign of his want for you.
"Quit that..." He plucked the Pocky out of your mouth and ate it. You started rocking back and fourth one of Hitoshi's thighs, grabbing onto his hair, utterly intoxicated at this point. Every thought in your head was focused on him, and your actions mirrored it, unable to stay still for any longer now that you were out of the hallway.
"Hitoshi, I need you, senpai, please, please~" You practically yowled, tangling yourself around him, legs over his and arms in a big hug, continuing to get what little friction you could through your clothes on his thigh.
"P-pulling my hair? I'm into it! Damn kitty, you were right. You are really horny. I love that. You're so needy." His hands roved up and down on your body, but you pressed them down into your lap, signaling what you needed more than playing around with the pleasantries.
"Does she want Daddy to give it to her?" he tested out, his voice was practically a purr itself as he said it, he was enjoying this side of you. What highschooler could control themself in a situation like this?
"Please, please!" You moaned, lightly palming his tent with a single hand, your other still up in his hair.
He gasped as you did so. "You're so d-dirty," he said, gripping you tighter and grimacing to seem nonchalant, to contain just how much sensation the small action made him feel.
You took a deep breath to try and steady yourself, gulping down the lump in your throat. You knew damn well the lustful haze had your cheeks pink and unable to think straight, not wanting to go too far or do anything beyond what he wanted, but unsure if you could stop.
A tender hand caressed your face, bringing you out of your disassociation. "Kitty. Eyes on me. You want this, don't you?" He looked up at you, genuinely concerned as he took off his shirt. Such a handsome face. His caringness was so sexy, and his toned abs, oh god his abs- you felt another pang in your pussy, begging to be filled and pressed against by him.
"Yes, daddy... so badly," you didn't bother to mask the dripping lust behind your voice.
"Good girl. You know what good girls get?" You tried formulating a response in your mind, but went utterly blank as he undid his belt buckle, ever-too-slowly pulling the rope off of himself. It made a thwack sound in his hand, and you could imagine what it'd be like on your skin. Damn, could he be any hotter? He had to know this was torture. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed dryly, and your mouth hung open when he very teasingly pulled the zipper halfway down. He cupped your head in his hand and loomed over you with a cocky smile, straddling you, his pants still (sadly) up. You could catch a glimpse of the mound inside, a darkened spot where he must have been leaking for you. He possessively tilted your face up, forcing your gaze to meet his own for a few seconds, looking you over without an ounce of expression giving him away, as if inspecting a prize. It did nothing but make you want him more. His lips grazed yours as he spoke, almost a kiss, leaving you wanting his on yours so badly. "Kitty, open your mouth."
Without a second of hesitation, you let your lower lip be pulled down be his thumb, his lavender eyes transfixed on the way your body moved for him. He parted his lips, a millimeter above you, and you had to crane your neck up for him to be close. You shut your eyes into it, and a couple of drops of drool hit your tongue, and his tongue slid against yours, depositing more slick into your mouth as you stayed deathly still, letting him have his way with you. He ended by pushing his and your lips together, ending the kiss, pressing more into your mouth as it closed. He was clearly trying to show his dominance, but you couldn't help but reach for the zipper and tug at the waistband of his pants. In a sigh that sounded as annoyed as it did relieved, he pushed them down past his ankles.
"Fine, you want it so impatiently, show me then, how eager are you?" He sneered and pushed you by your neck down into his crotch, and couldn't help but trail his fingers up your nape and into your hair as you breathed your warm, wet air against the wet spot of his boxers. Repositioning yourself to grind your clit against his shin, you did just what he asked.
He gripped hard onto your hair, and you knew he had to be close when he couldn't contain his moans, and started to buck up into your mouth every time you reached the tip. To give him this pleasure was all you could dream for. He had started off with quiet praises, but now he said nothing but tried to shut his mouth as the sounds tumbled from it. "Fuck," was the only word he could remember how to mutter. His eyelids fluttered as he looked up at the ceiling. Eyebags never looked sexier. Messy and sloppy, your face was his to use. He buried a hand in your hair and pressed you down fully onto his length, to the point you could hardly handle it, and felt the twitch as the taste coated the back of your tongue. Creamy and bitter and his.
It took him a moment to come back down from his high, but it soon became obvious that you were now his prey, and after what you did for him, you were the one that wouldn't be escaping. He stripped you while kissing you on his lap, laying you entirely bare, ending with your panties.
"You're entirely soaked... so nice..." He tossed them off the bed, the slick coating his fingers. Subconciously, he rubbed them together to feel it against him. He traced his index finger from your nipples down to your belly button.
"Please..." You spread your legs for him, entirely at his mercy. Hitoshi Shinsou was not one to let an opportunity go to waste. He slowly dropped his finger down onto your clit and started rubbing back and forth with his one finger, in small circles. Seeing how tense you were, he added his middle finger, hoping you too would soon find relief. With how slicked-up you were, he slid his other hand against your pussy, circling the entrance, as if unsure if he should. "Aah..."the noise escaped your mouth, and you felt yourself visibly tremble against his touch, your cunt squeezing around the tip of his finger. The sight broke whatever self-restraint the man had in himself, and he couldn't help but push them in. Although your lips let out a hissing noise at the intrusion, you were quick to resume purring as the finger grazed just where you needed to feel him. Your hips moved up and down to his motions.
"I'm going to absolutely eat you up kitty~" He licked his fingers and put his lips against your pussy. You feel his breath hot against your heat. He shoved his face against your womanhood and started kissing and sucking it. You moaned and pulled on his hair yourself, and he huffed.
"Kitty, you taste so good. Your juices... wow. This is incredible. I never had anything like this before," he mumbled into you, astonished at how much it got him going again. You just pulled on his hair more in response, purring at the pleasant heat building up suddenly in your stomach. He started using his tongue, and you came, yowling in ecstasy, squeezing hard around him. If only you were full of him, you thought, dissatisfied at how empty you were, how his dick wasn't kissing your cervix. Yes, it felt good- god, it was amazing, but you needed him in you.
He moved his mouth off of your pussy to silence your heavy breathing with a kiss that seemed to last an entirely amazing and excessive length of time. It was a domestic sweetness, a kiss that didn't belong to your racing horny thoughts of his cock. You broke away from the kiss. "Hitoshi, please. I need you. I need to breed. Please... Hitoshi, j-just the tip," you had started to cry, your instincts too much for you to bear, and you absolutely hated the way they made you behave so recklessly.
"I made a promise to you, didn't I?" he said quietly, hugging you tight. Your heat was not something you had wanted him to have to deal with so soon, but it couldn't be helped- he was so gorgeous, he triggered every hormone in you to say how much you needed his cum deep inside you.
"Please Hitoshi, please!" You couldn't believe the lewd words that started to tumble from your mouth, things you could never have even thought if you weren't in such a state.
"Daddy please, please fill me up. I want you so bad, please cum in me," you kept begging him. You could see that he was at war with himself on this issue.
"I don't have a condom," he stated logically.
"Please, I don't care. Want you."
"As much... as I wish I could, I intend to keep my promise. I'm sure you will be grateful later. Right, kitty?"
"No, no. Please Hito-"
"Sleep now. You can dream of me if you want to. In fact, how about you do that? Dream about me, kitty, all the naughty things you want me to do to you." He smiled down at you with a bittersweet expression as your eyelids closed. You felt a lingering kiss on your lips as you drifted into darkness.
Sae Itoshi x Hyperfem!Reader, pet names: “princess, baby, etc”, rùbbing?, fîngerǐng, créãmpie, themes of dōminance and sûbmission, makǐng oūt, Sae has a really big dîck in this so….
THIS TAKES PLACE IN SPAIN, WHICH EXPLAINS THE CAPTION!💮
You were being a brat, he tolerated it because you were so cute. When you woke up you immediately demanded he fix you breakfast, and pouted when he didn’t get up. As if that weren’t enough to start the morning, you asked to go to the mall and cried when he said no. Finally at the mall, you bought everything pink on his card without even thinking twice. Hello Kitty pins that you probably would use once on your outfits, heels that you would ask him to help you put on, dresses, bracelets. Everything that caught your eye, he bought for you. It was getting late and the mall was closing soon, he could also see how your movements slowed. “We should go home now.”, he told you as he grabbed your arm and led you out of the mall. You pouted, “whyy~”. “Because I said so?”, he responded as you both got in the car. The car ride home was filled with tension as you looked out the window with an angry pout on your face. he sighed, “why are you mad, we would’ve had to leave anyways.”. You ignored him and stepped out the car as soon as you got home. Hours passed and you and Sae didn’t speak. Sae’s last straw was when you ignored him when he asked you what you wanted for dinner.
He stepped closer to you and pinned you against the wall. “Your being a fucking brat you know that?”. He effortlessly picked you up and threw you onto the bed, lifting your skirt to reveal your lacy pink panties. He slipped his finger inside your folds, feeling how wet you were. “Making me angry gets you wet, hmm?”. He teased your clìt, rubbing around making you squirm. He leaned down and kissed you, tounge mixing with yours as he fingered your cunt. He pulled away from the kiss, “use your words princess..”. You breathed out a soft “y-yeah..”. He smirked before filling you up with his cock until he was balls deep. A wave of Euphoria washed over you as he started to thrust deep inside you, hitting that deep spot that made your legs shake. Your legs started to shake as you started to cum. He felt your appending orgasm and started to thrust even faster. “cum for me baby~”. Just like that your walls closed around him, he suddenly came inside you. As you came down from your high, he smirked down at you. pulling out to see his cum dripping from your abused cunt.
“Still want to act like a brat princess??” 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖
Starring: Itoshi Sae : Bunny Iglesias : Michael Kaiser : Julian Loki : Vivian Hugo : Karasu Tobito
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Itoshi Sae: Thighs. Sae loves seeing you in short skirts, dresses or hot pants, because he has a nice look on your thighs. He loves them big, small, shaved, unshaved, strawberry skin or smooth, Sae literally doesn’t care. Because they’re yours. Attached to his pretty girlfriend. One of his favorite things are (obviously) thigh jobs; your thighs clenching tightly around his dick…sigh, he adores it.
Bunny Iglesias: Boobs and Ass. He literally can’t decide. Bunny loves grabbing your ass at any given moment, his hands coming up first thing in the morning, cupping your ass and giving it a soft squeeze. But he also adores your boobs. He just loves looking at them, since you’re such a goddess.
Michael Kaiser: Ass. Michael worships your entire body. But your butt? He goes insane for it. The way he can grab it at any point, the way you throw it back on him in doggy or when you lie on your bed, only in lace underwear, the panties hugging your amazing ass just right. It drives him mad. Also, if you can twerk…? Yeah, his brain short circuits.
Julian Loki: Boobs. I actually headcannon him not being that into women, but if he would have to choose, he’d say boobs. They’re aesthetically pleasing and everyone knows that the French prefer beautiful things. You definetly are a very beautiful thing. So yeah, if Loki catches interest in you, he’d love your tits.
Vivian Hugo: Just like his best friend, Hugo prefers Boobs. He loves them on everyone, but he especially loves them on you. Whether they’re small or big, he loves them. Especially during sex, he likes to squeeze them and suck on your pretty nipples. One of his deepest, darkest secrets is that he fantasizes about you lactating, jerking off to the thought of drinking your milk after practice.
Karasu Tobito: Thighs. Karasu actually also really likes butts, but thighs just do it for him. Just like Sae, he loves seeing you in short clothes, just because of your gorgeous thighs. But unlike Sae, his obsession with your thighs is a problem; he pops a boner every time you sit down and your thighs double in size. He’s a goner and a gooner.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and Reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
cw: make out, friends kissing, cliche purple tongues man, hahapraisehaha nothing too graphic.. he does spit in your mouf tho and heavy petting (???? idk a better wrd/term). afab/fem!reader. second person pov, but mentions of boobs.
it wasn't rare for you and rin to sneak out—when your third year of high school felt too heavy. the two of you had been good friends for years, your persistence the only thing that managed for you to break through his walls. his message came as it usually did.
rinnie
you up? i'm craving a slurpee
you
ure so annoying. i'm coming down
he left the message on read as he always did, already standing outside of your house with his hoodie pulled up. the late hour continued to nip at any open skin. slipping into baggy sweatpants and rin's hoodie, you sneak out with ease.
you're mindful of the creaky floorboards, the doors that squeak, and the neighbors that lurk. by the time you get out, rin is already waiting outside, looking unbothered by the night's cold and focused entirely on his phone.
well, not entirely.
"finally," he huffs, tucking his phone into his pocket as he straightens up. "I nearly thought you fell back asleep."
"you probably would've just left me."
"probably."
you roll your eyes at his retort, a smile still on your features as you stand beside him. there's a slight breeze, nothing too intense, nothing that has you trembling.
after a few moments of walking to the nearest 7/11, your hands pat every pocket. your hoodie pocket, the ones at your sides in your sweatpants—nothing.
your stare barely meet rin's before he sighs.
"relax, i got it."
a reminder why you two are such good friends.
"i expected it anyway, broke ass."
at least for a moment.
"i'm not a fucking broke ass—"
he just steps ahead into the store, letting only the birds perched ahead judge you and your volume. feeling your jaw tighten in both annoyance and embarrassment, you follow after him, watching him get the red flavor.
"i have zero idea why you like the red one, the blue is superior"
"blue is basic, red also doesn't taste completely artificial."
"i don't know why you're complaining about the taste when you said you were craving it—"
"do you ever shut up?" he asks, yet there's a small smirk tugging on his features, amused. he caps the slurpee he made for you, leading as he heads towards the cashier.
the actual act of paying was easy and without any struggle. taking the drink and sticking your straw you, you slurp on the sweet drink. a nice treat despite the outrageous hour it currently was.
"thank you, rinnie," you mumble, swallowing whatever was in your mouth to bump shoulders with him.
he quietly hums, walking right beside you as he walks you home. he might've been an asshole, but he wasn't stupid enough to let you go back alone. the dim street lights don't provide much comfort, although, the constant presence of rin proves to be more of a balm than you thought.
nearing your familiar home, "wait, come in, lemme pay you back."
before he can shake his head, or dismiss your concerns, you're already tugging him along. he copies your careful steps, avoiding everything you do to ensure nobody catches either of you. walking towards your room at the very end of the hall, you slip in silently.
somehow, despite the taller man being both taller and heavier than you managed softer footsteps on your—interesting, right?
"where did i put my wallet..?" you murmur to yourself. setting aside your drink, sweat drips down the half-empty, paper cup, forming a ring around it.
rin's teal gaze trails after you, watching you fumble through your desk and all its compartments. your bag, and only a single ten yen coin slips out. rin smirks, sitting down on your mattress, staring at you.
"so it turns out.. i have zero idea where my wallet is.. haha.." you avert your eyes, awkward.
he was never the type to constantly demand payment for every little thing he bought you—however that didn't make you feel any less bad! yes, you teased rin about him spoiling you constantly, and whatever, but you always tried to pay him back or buy something else in return.
"you know you don't have to pay me back." he shrugs, quietly drinking his cherry red slurpee.
you frown, "i know, but i don't like.."
"me spoiling you?" he offers, setting aside his own drink on the nightstand. "if you want to pay me back so bad, then alright."
"i don't have any money.." you trail off, gesturing to your messy room.
"good thing i'm not asking for money," his voice is low, concentrated. like it was a limited source—and you thanked every entity that it wasn't. his voice was smooth in a way most guys in your grade weren't. it wasn't completely suave, not in the insincere manner.
the hand that once held his drink, reaching out to grab your chin, his eyes flitting around your features. he watches every reaction, how you wince slightly, how you hitch your breath due to his chilled fingers. before it finally stills on your parted lips, tinted a soft blue due to your drink.
he waits for a moment, searching for rejection, disgust, discomfort. and when he finds none? his head tilts, slowly pressing his own lips against yours. he moves in a slow motion.
it isn't rushed. meaningless. nor sloppy.
it's deliberate. passionate. and purposeful.
the tip of his tongue brushed your bottom lip, a silent request you would never deny. his free hand slides up your neck, to your hair, tangling into the soft locks and gently but firmly tugging.
a sweet gasp comes from you, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss. if you had any misunderstandings about his intentions, they certainly melted from your brain. in fact, the only thing your brain could focus on for more than a fleeting moment was how he tasted, smelt, and moved in a rhythm the belied the times when he admitted he was inexperienced.
he pushes you down with control, settling between your legs to continue his ministrations. his hands remain where they are for a prolonged second, then the one gripping your chin slides down to rest on the curve of your waist. he squeezes the area, scoffing, "..perfect. so fucking perfect."
his mouth trails down your mouth kissing your chin and down your throat, lingering there to leave marks. ones your girl friends would certainly question.
"r-rin—!" you barely muffle your squeal when he bites down.
"that's not my name, say it correctly or i'll bite harder." his muffled words aren't a threat, they're more than that. it's an intentional warning.
"..rinnie.." you try again, slowly. tentatively.
he hums in acknowledgement, soothing the bite with a slow lap of his tongue. "..atta girl."
due to your limited focus, you completely forgot what you had initially called out to him for. so you just enjoy his attention, feeling the hand that once rested snugly on your waist goes beneath your—his?—hoodie, gently caressing the underside of your boob.
he tches, "braless in my hoodie.. could fuckin' tell when we went out. too cold for you, hm?"
your face remains warm, too warm that your room suddenly feels stuffy and suffocating.
when he detaches from your neck, you nearly tug him back down. already missing his scent and warmth despite him only pulling away for the briefest breath, and only inches away. moving his hand from your hair to your cheek, and the one beneath your hoodie comes up to cup your lower jaw, thumbing your plush bottom lip.
"open," he murmurs, observing your obedience. "so easy for me.."
his noted statement makes you want to scoff, maybe bite his thumb and storm out.. but you know better. and unfortunately, he does too.
he stares at your tongue now tinted a purple hue, that familiar lopsided smirk on his face, pressing his thumb in and against the wet muscle. gently pressing down, preventing you from closing your mouth, he leans in watching a fat glob of his saliva drip in your mouth.
pulling his thumb out, her shuts your lips for you.
"swallow."
his gaze takes in how your throat shifts due to the motion.
"good girl," he whispers, going back to your lips to continue kissing you until you were either kiss drunk, or you realized he was tired of being "just friends".
i do have a plan for a part 2 so yk if anyone wants it.. 👀 i also know japan doesn't have slurpees but come on.. also unedited haha
pairings: hugo x gn! reader ft. his older sister, charles, loki
synopsis: hugo is certain, absolutely and resolutely, that you’re fated to be his. you, on the other hand, don’t share the same sentiments. his attempts to rizz you up, however, seem to convince you otherwise.
contents and warnings: hugo is whipped for you, again, comedy and chaos, fluff, hugo wants your creamy éclair bad and not the ones you find at the patisserie </3, hugo is just honestly a mess, performative hugo, slightly suggestive at the end, the Hugo’s sibling dynamics, Charles and Loki and Hugo interaction, also running gag that hugo's teammates think he has a gf, reader is lwk a tsun tsun but then also not...
word count: 4.5k
a/n: after many requests, part two of fictional crush is FINALLY out!!! i gen was so excited to write pathetic hugo bc what is the point of a man if he’s not pathetic, hehe, yesterday i had a dream that i sumbitted my essay 5 mins late and it still haunts me, ALSO SUPER HAPPY HUGO INFORMATION DROPPED OUT IN TIME FOR THIS AHAHHHH, apologies for all the typos… ill fix them when I get the chance, anyway, happy reading <3
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"Marry me."
He shamelessly grabbed your hands over the counter and encased them in his much larger ones. Lashes fluttering with desperation, he pleaded for you to return his love.
"Uh…. WHAT?!"
You blinked, once, and then twice. Even a third time in bewilder as he remained eerily calm, not at all bothered with what had just come out of his mouth.
A deafening silence ensued right after his sudden marriage proposal, the welcomed peace helping you slowly process the warmth of his hands that held yours with ardent determination.
"Marry me, as in—" He tried to repeat his request only to be hurriedly shut down by your growing embarrassment.
"Yes." You interrupted him with a quick nod, only to backtrack immediately when he perked up excitedly at your misleading response. "No— I mean, yes as in I heard what you said, so no need to explain…"
"Ah." His shoulders sagged with the slightest bit of disappointment at the misinterpretation before looking back at you with an expectant gaze. "So then your answer is—?"
"Um— well," you floundered about with jitter under his pointed stare, still in a state of disbelief at his earlier question.
There was no way he said that, right?
You were just hearing things, weren't you?
How could a random man, extremely handsome to boot, with the prettiest and longest lashes you've ever seen, possibly be asking, or rather demanding, that you marry him?
Yeah, there was just no way—
"It's because I didn't go down on one knee when I proposed, right?"
His voice, smooth and adorned with soft charm, effectively snapped you out of your raging thoughts.
"Huh?" A noise of puzzlement left you in tandem at his strange question.
And it wasn't until you felt yourself be pulled forward, arm stretching uncomfortably towards him as your body bent awkwardly over the counter separating you both that you finally understood what he meant.
"Would you please," dropping down on one knee before you, he held your hand with pious gentleness and lifted his reverent gaze up to meets yours.
An aura of flowers and everything nice bloomed around him as he batted his unfairly long lashes at you — the sight resembling a shy maiden professing her undying love to her longtime crush.
"Would you please grant me the great honour of marrying you?"
"…."
"Please." He added sweetly, following his marriage proposal with a chaste kiss over your knuckles.
WHAT??????
Collective gasps of shock resounded from your growing audience, both amused and mortified at his abrupt display of love. You bristled with discomfort at the numerous stares pinning down on the two of you with unconcealed intrigue.
Shit, shit! SHIT!
"Did you see that?! He just proposed!" A woman turned to her friend with a hand clasped over her mouth to restrain her squeal of unbridled excitement.
"Eeeek! Oh my God!" The friend replied with equal amounts of enthusiam, pulling out her phone to record the romantic moment. "Need to take a picture of this!!"
"What a brazen young man! Haha!" An older man swiped the bottom of his nose with fatherly pride. "Balls made of steel, I tell ya!"
No— no! Please don't entertain this!!!
Your desperate wishes went cruelly ignored by the higher being responsible for this absolute nonsense.
"Well?" He tilted his head to side with the patience of a saint, the length of his pink-toned red hair falling softly from the movement.
"It's a no." You answered him through clenched teeth as your muscles twitched with embarrassment.
"Wait, what—" He blinked incredulously, taken aback by your abrupt refusal. "Is it because I don't have a ring— shit, I knew I should've brought one—"
"No!" You declined with fluster, unable to meet the crumbling expression you were sure he would be sporting at your rejection.
"But—"
"No..! Please, just— no…" You stumbled on your words, head hanging low with shame as your ears flushed with heat from the gathered crowd's disapproving looks.
The aura of flowers surrounding him dropped comically, only to be replaced with the suffocating air of his despair.
"But you and I are- we are—"
"Please leave." You muttered curtly, eyes scrunching shut with mild disgust as you continued to avoid his longing gaze.
"…."
And just like that, in an instance, the warmth encasing your hands were no longer there. In its place, the ghost of his touch lingered with a strange, melancholic buzz.
Well, that's that I guess…
Somehow, him backing off that quickly felt a little… anticlimactic?
No, this is what I wanted—!
"Eeep!"
Thoughts cut short, you yelped abruptly when something tugged hard at your arm, the noise of your surprise, shrill and full of fright.
Gaze flying on instinct to identify the suspect, your eyes widened with comical disbelief at the sight of your bangles snagging on the loose thread of his long sleeved sweater — the scene straight out of a Bollywood film!
Oh no—! Heaven forbid!
One look at this and any delusional person would think that this was something pulled out of a romcom! A sign of fate!
Fate's cruel mockery towards you if you had anything to say about it!
"Oh."
Shit.
You begrudgingly lifted your head to meet his equally surprised stare, buckets of sweat accumulating all over you as you mentally prepared yourself for whatever bullshit he was going to spout at you now.
"It's almost like…" his words trailed of dreamily as his eyes glowed with what you could only call perceive as dim-witted delusion. "We are fated to—"
"Not another word." You spat distastefully, watching with mild relief as his posture drooped with sadness, the sight of him sulking unbelievably pitiful.
"Oh…"
Despite being freakishly tall and the definition of a giant, he became so small when his shoulders curled in on themselves at your cruel rejection.
It was almost… cute.
Pathetically so.
"Hugo?"
No response followed Charles' call, not a hum of acknowledgment nor a slight nudge of his head, absolutely nothing.
Charles carefully took in the pitiful disposition of his teammate: a hunched back, an expression that looked visibly constipated, and a stormy cloud that seemed to permanently follow him since he came into practice today.
It didn't take a complete genius to figure out what kind of dilemma the usually 'cool' and 'nonchalant' midfielder was going through.
Biting back a cheeky grin, Charles suavely took a seat next to sulking boy, the twinkle of mischief bright and ever glowing in his eyes as he tried to appear discreet.
"Did your girlfriend break up with you or something?"
It was supposed to be just a taunt.
A little joke to lighten up his dampened mood.
What Charles didn't account for, however, was Hugo's brusque honesty.
"Yeah… something like that."
Even when he mumbled those words, quiet and destitute of soul, Charles, along with every other player in the training room,could hear him loud and clear.
Their reaction was immediate, gasps of shock and whispers of condolences for both this mysterious girlfriend and Hugo alike resounding with fervour.
"What?! Hugo's chick broke up with him?!"
"The prettiest boy in all of France?!"
"Well… when you think about his extremely high standards, it's a surprise she didn't break up with sooner…"
"He must be heartbroken…."
"Well, clearly. Just look at the state of him…"
And if Hugo's pitiful behaviour wasn't jaw dropping enough, his next words, chocked with an uncharacteristic sob, broke them all.
"I proposed and got rejected…"
Everybody watched with horror, as tears of sorrow comically poured down the six foot one athlete's face following his admission to a failed confession.
"Oh my God! He's crying! He's actually crying! Someone film this for later!"
"Shit! He can be an asshole at times with his blunt nature, but it breaks my heart to see him cry like that!"
"Don't cry Vivian! There's more sea in the fish!"
"You dumbass! It's more fish in the sea!"
"Oh— is it?"
Amidst the hoots and hollers of the hoodlums around him, Loki, the only one mature despite his young age, approached the midfielder with a consoling smile.
The forward placed a comforting hand over his hunched shoulder and plopped down on the other, unoccupied seat beside Hugo.
"If it isn't fate, then you will both go your separate ways."
Then, with a firm pat to his back, not enough to hurt but enough to snap him back to his senses, Loki gave him words of his unparalleled wisdom.
"And if it is fate, then you will both come together again."
Hugo finally looked up to meet the steady gaze of his captain, comical tears welling up in his usually blank eyes as he took in Loki's air of brilliance. "J-Julian—!"
"Eugh— don't get your snot on me!"
"Heh heh heh! And I have just the thing to make you get her back!" Wrapping his arm around the broad-shouldered athlete, Charles added on with an impish grin.
Hugo's gaze dropped from Loki to the article opened on Charles' phone, the title read: 'wikiHow: Effective Expert-Backed Ways To Rizz Up Your Crush'.
With a phledgmy sniff, he cast Charles a glance that reeked of dubiety. "You really, sniff, you really think I can do this?"
"Well, of course!" Charles was quick to shoot down Hugo's worries, completely ignoring the doubtful look Loki threw at him. "And now, all that's left is courage!"
Hugo nearly cried a river at Charles's clever use of Cyborg 009's best line.
He decided, then and there, that letting their support go to waste was not an option.
"You're here… again."
"Uh— yeah."
Hugo bristled under your cold tone and icy glare, the courage he'd been building up for this exact moment fleeing at the mere sight of your sublime beauty.
Play it cool! Cool! Just like wikiHow said to!
Steeling his resolve once more, his fists clenched tight beside him, a gesture he became accustomed to at the thought of speaking with you — his long time crush.
"What do you want?" Brows furrowed, you cut to the chase.
"To— I mean, an éclair, the chocolate ones. Please." Hugo stumbled on his words, everything that he had mentally planned to say nowhere to be found in the turmoil of his mind.
You eyed him dubiously before backing down when he showed no signs of doing anything stupid again. "Sure…"
"Thank you…"
"Hm," you softened slightly, tense shoulders easing as your guard dropped following his rather docile approach. "Anything else?"
Apologise! Quick! Be normal and then ask for a second chance!
"Uh-! Truthfully, I came here to actually apologise!"
You blinked, momentarily taken aback by his sudden outburst.
For a moment, he was doing so well, acting normal and calm, but now, he wants to remind you of your past horrors?
"Ah, um—" You quickly shrunk under the pressure of his hopeful eyes, praying that no one would be paying attention to your strange interaction. "I have work right now, I can't—"
"I can wait." He urged with what looked to be a pout, his expression the perfect mirror of kicked puppy's. "I don't mind waiting… if- if you don't mind that is…"
"…."
Curse you and your inability to refuse that stupidly pathetic expression of his.
Stupid man and his stupid expression!
Despite your doubts, however, he really did wait for you to finish your shift.
What was once the early hours of the morning was now the late hours of the afternoon.
"So? You wanted to say something?" You pulled the chair across from him and promptly sat down whilst carefully pushing the plate of today's unsold éclairs closer towards him.
He visibly brightened at your kind gesture, the sight of his delight tugging at your heartstrings.
Damn it! Stupid man…
Muttering a grateful thanks, he turned to meet you head one, his gaze unbelievably earnest.
Keep eye contact, remain steady, and now, all that's left is courage!
"I want to apologise for that day— I was too forward and made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, truly."
You watched him for a moment, the way he twiddled with his thumbs nervously and the way his head hung low with remorse. "Well, as long as you know that…"
"You forgive me?!" He nearly jumped out of his seat from excitement, the tuffs of his hair bouncing in tandem at your forgiveness.
"I suppose…" You immediately regretted your words as you watched a guileful glint form in his dark eyes.
"Then, if— if I may be so shameless, can we start over again? Please."
For goodness sake! How the hell were you supposed to remain stone cold when his eyes were glittering with so much hope?!
And that pathetic 'please' he just had to add right at the end?!
This stupid man knows what he's doing!
"Eugh— fine…" Begrudgingly, you huffed out your compliance as your ears tinged with heat.
"I'm Vivian Hugo, by the way." He introduced with buzzing excitement, holding his hand out for you to shake.
"Y/n…" You stared at him for moment before accepting his outstretched hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Y/n."
"You too..."
"…."
"Um, are you going to let go?"
"Ah- yes!"
You regretted bringing it up seeing as how he immediately let go of your hand, the warmth of him fading away too quickly for your liking.
An awkward bout of silence ensued following your introductions.
"So," gathering courage, he stuffed a whole éclair into his mouth and blurted out his next thoughts. "What's ywor fwavourite fwood?"
"Uh… I don't have a favourite food in general, but I do like chocolate." You cringed as he spoke with a full mouth, not missing the way his gaze lingered on your hands.
Gulping down dramatically, he continued the conversation. "I like éclairs."
"I… I can see that."
Another bout of awkward silence followed his poor skills of conversing.
"So, Y/n." He started off again, tone trailing off with something that smelled of trouble.
"Hm?"
"What's your type in men?"
"Get out." You stood up from the chair, any pity you had left for him now no longer existent.
"What—"
"Out."
"But— I want to adjust my character to match your type so that we can marry—!"
"Now."
"Okay…"
That specific tip from wikiHow did NOT work as planned.
Fuck.
But fortunately for Hugo and unfortunately for you, wikiHow didn't just have one piece of advice regarding the courtship of a crush, but multiple.
If asking you what your type was and becoming said type was out of the question, then it was time to spoil you with gifts.
Clothes, jewellery, hell, even books with actual writing. Hugo didn't know of the word stingy when it came to spending a fortune on you— his self-proclaimed soulmate.
The extra modelling gigs he picked up to fund your presents showed in the many billboards across the streets with his face plastered on.
For fuck's sake!
He even agreed to eat avocado for some promotional ad a famous restaurant had to offer him!
Avocado!
That awfully mushy and grass tasting fruit! The thing that felt like it's been eaten, swallowed and puked right back out!
But despite trying to woo you over with his financial assets, you remained unyielding, showing no signs of returning his feelings! If anything, you seemed even more cross with him!
So if monetary means had no affect on you, then surely a couple of sweet words would convince you otherwise, right?
Wrong.
He was wrong.
So wrong it now looked like you no longer wanted anything to do with him — not like you wanted anything to do with him to begin with, but still!
Apparently trying to serenade you with an off tune guitar, a red rose between his teeth whilst monotonously reciting ancient idioms — "your beauty makes the birds fall and the fish drown, hides the moon and shames the flower" — was a not the way to go when trying to win over your crush's affection!
It was just— all so fucking hopeless!
So hopeless, that he was actively seeking out the advice of his big sister! The one person he could not swallow his pride for and ask for help.
"What do you want now?" Her tone was disgruntled, sleep etched onto each syllable as she lay on her bed, drenched with fatigue.
"…." He didn't answer her straight away, instead, he chose to linger in her room whilst examining every little trinket she owned, a habit he didn't think he would ever grow out of.
"Vivi?"
"Hm," he finally turned to face her, expression schooled into one of apathy despite the countless worries raging inside of him.
"Ew, you're quiet for once." She muttered, rubbing the sleep off of her eyes as she continued scrolling on her phone. "It's creeping me out."
Give it to his big sister to immediately notice that there was something wrong with him.
And rather than responding to her insult with one of his own, he began flexing his muscles in front of the large mirror across the room before asking her a question that would most definitely send her over the edge.
"Are you still bitchless?"
"What." Her voice was sharp, edged with veiled threat.
"I asked if you're still—"
"You bastard!" Enraged, she wasted no time throwing a cheetah printed pillow in his direction.
Unfortunately for her, however, Hugo was an athlete with incredible reaction time. Evading an airborne object like that was a piece of cake.
"Pfft— missed."
"Ugh! A muscled meathead like you isn't a lady's man anyway!"
"What are you talking about?" He questioned her sarcastically, one arm going around her neck in a painless headlock as the other one went to scruff her reddish toned hair.
"A respectful man who is honest gets the lady's going! That's not— ugh," she tried to push him off of her, something that would've been easier when they were younger, only to huff with defeat when her efforts were in vein. "Get off of me!"
"I'm honest though."
"But you're not respectful!" She pinched the flesh of his arm and then pointed at him to prove her point. "Look at you! Disrespecting your big sister when I was the one who saved you from having to eat the avacados you wouldn't eat when you were younger."
"…." His grip around her weakened as he mulled over her words.
"Plus, you're such a pathetic guy simping over that fictional character."
A respectful man, was it…?
Hugo had inkling of what that could be, perhaps he should change his approach to wooing you altogether.
"Ah-! Vivian, close the door on your way— VIVIAN! I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!"
Something… was wrong.
Something was terribly wrong.
You were convinced, with absolute certainty, that the current Vivian Hugo was a fake, a clone— a fucking skin walker!
Because out of simply nowhere, he changed.
Gone was the pathetically yearning Hugo who showered you in endless affection, the man who tried serenading you by reciting ancient idioms at seven in the fucking morning, the same man who kept the bakery afloat by buying the whole stock of éclairs!
That man— the man you once knew was no more, and now, was replaced with the persona of despicable nonchalance, a stupid tote bag, the bakery's horrible matcha, and that jarringly irritating book he never seemed to be able to put down!
Fuck, as much as you hated to admit it, you missed him— ardently so.
Putting on the best smile you had in you, pearly whites framed with soft lips, your gaze settled on him intensely.
"Do you want to try the new pistachio and dark chocolate filled éclair—?"
"No, I'd like the matcha."
"…."
Matcha? MATCHA???? Seriously?! The same matcha that was ranked the worst out of all Parisian bakeries?!
What was wrong with him?!
You were butthurt, he never ordered anymore of the éclairs anymore! They were your speciality, something you took great pride in baking! And he was just refusing to have them so he could have the fucking matcha instead?!
"Are you sure you want to have the matcha?" You whispered whilst covering the side of your mouth, voice dropping an octave as you shared the bakery's hushed secret. "I really wouldn't recommend it, pretty sure that stuff is low-grade—"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"…oh, um… okay."
Yeah, his newfound nonchalance towards you really fucking hurt.
"I'll be with you shortly…"
"Yeah, thanks."
Thanks? Thanks— THAT'S IT???
He used to say thank you whilst holding your hands and gazing at you like you hung the stars up in the sky! What the hell was up with these short and curt answers?!
Had you done something to hurt him? Was that why he was suddenly quiet around you?
If that was the case, then you ought to apologise to him!
Turning to face one of your colleagues, you clasped your hands together and gave her your best puppy eyes — hoping the pitiful sight would urge her to keep an eye out on the counter in your stead.
And just as you prayed, she returned the gesture with an encouraging smirk and a thumbs up.
How could she refuse if it meant getting back their generously loyal customer?
With a plate full of éclairs and a racing heart, you made your merry way over to the far table Hugo was sitting at.
"Vivian?" You called out softly, voice smooth and mellifluous. "Can I sit here?"
It took him a good while for him to respond, and when he did, curtly and dismissively, still not looking up from the book that had him rapt with attention, you resisted the urge to curse the living shit out of him out.
"…Sure."
"Thanks— thank you." You plopped down on the chair in front of him, heart hammering from your growing anxiety. "Here, by the way."
He looked up for a brief moment, eyes following the plate of éclairs you kindly decided to give him before they fell back on that stupid book.
"…Thanks."
"Of course…" Your words trailed off pitifully as you watched his attention return to the book of your nightmares.
One moment you were the centre of his attention, the sole being he focused on. And now, because you were too embarrassed to return his affection, you were fighting against a no-named book for first place in the category of his attention.
It was so pathetic.
"You've always got your nose buried in that book," you started off with a casual drawl, hoping he would take the hint and began his usual yapping of its content.
But contrary to your wishes, he played the fool and didn't bother expanding, choosing to fill his mouth with one of the éclairs, something that seemed to do it for you.
"Hmph." Huffing, you turned your head to avoid his gaze as your ears flushed with heat from his lack of interest. "Should've been buried between my legs instead…"
"…Huh, what—"
Now, he decides to finally look up.
"What." You cast him a sideway glance, chin resting on your palm as you guarded his frazzled appearance with a glare.
"Uh- um nothing…" He shook his head with a stammer, quickly returning back to that stupid fucking book again.
Just what the hell was he reading so intently?
"…You reading porn or what?" You sneered, expression contorting with disgust.
"No…" His response was hesitant and filled with suspiciousness.
"You totally are!" You argued with certainty in your tone as you pointed at him accusingly.
"I'm not, I swear—" Holding the book close to his chest, he tried to keep it out of your reach.
"Let me see then!" You leaned over the table, closing the distance between the two of you as you reached for the book.
"No, wait— Y/n, don't-" Fuck, how was he supposed to keep the book away from you when you were so close to his proximity?!
"I got it! Huh—?" Your victory cheer was cut unfairly short when you opened the book, confusion growing tenfold as you began to peruse its contents. "What's this? An empty book?"
"…." Hugo's shoulders sagged with mortified defeat as you flicked through each page with puzzlement written all over your face.
"You've been reading an empty book this whole time?!"
"I- uh, yeah…"
"What— why?!" Now, you were angry. Had you seriously been competing with nothing for his attention?
"Well— you, you make me nervous, and I—I uh, um… I can dialogue with myself and uh… organise my thoughts when I loon at blank pages— I don't want to look like a fool in front of you, yeah…"
"…." You watched him twiddle his thumbs and fix his collar with disbelief.
Oh.
Oh.
So that's why he seemed to be constantly looking down at the book before responding to you. He was… a nervous wreck the whole time…!
The realisation sent a crawl of excitement down your spine, urging your gaze to trace his lovely expression: flushed pink cheeks, dilated eyes and fluttering lashes — all telling signs of his growing fluster.
You would be a fool to let this chance go to waste!
"Vivian," you called out tentatively, stretching each syllable with beguiled intent.
"Y-yeah?"
"You got some chocolate here." Eyes curving with mischief, you gestured to the corner of his lips where some chocolate ganache remained.
Rubbing at the spot furiously, he turned to face you again for approval. "Is it gone—?"
You didn't answer him, instead, you took the initiate for the first time.
Using one hand to push back his hand that remained close to his mouth, you used your other hand to swipe away the residue chocolate.
Your thumb dragged across his bottom lip at an agonisingly slow pace, the touch sending heat across his ears and dying their pale colour a pretty pink.
Gaze fixed solely on him, you watched with enamour as his breath hitched with fluster.
"There. It's all gone now, Vivian."
Falling back onto your seat with a huff, you brought your thumb over to your mouth, and without breaking eye contact, you licked away at the remaining ganache.
"…." His eyes could only widen at your lewd display of affection.
There was no way you just did that, right?
Did that mean that you were also into—
"What? I told you I liked chocolate, didn't I? Did you forget already—"
Hugo, for the life of him, couldn't hold it back anymore.
With absolutely no warning, he smashed his head right onto the plate before him. The untouched éclairs flattened under the force of his swinging head as the plate shattered with a sickening crack.
"Vivian?! Are you— oh my God- are you okay?!"
Fuck, and now you were all concerned for him. Did you seriously intend to short-circuit him with your worry?
Lifting his head up to meet your solicitous expression, he shakily pointed to the ganache smeared all over his face.
"Y-you missed a spot, Y/n…"
"Vivian!" You shrieked as your trembling hands cupped his face. "You're bleeding out your nose and your first thought is for me to— to, you stupid man!"
"Don't worry…" he sighed blissfully, leaning into the warmth of your hands, a sensation he'd desperately craved for. "I'm just… hah- really excited, papillon."
The blood dribbling down his nose wasn't the only place where hot blood was rushing south.
"You'll- you'll fix this issue for me, yeah? Please, pretty."
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