What if instead of Togame jumping in to save you, it's you who leaps into action for him?
You're in the konbini down the street from your apartment, deep into a serious debate with yourself over what flavour of ramune to buy. The sound of a raised voice draws you away from your contemplation, and you look over. The store owner is berating someone; your eyes focus in on the yellow jacket the young man is wearing, and the lion embroidery you can just about see from your position. It doesn't hold your attention for long; you can't help but let your gaze slide up to the man's face, beautiful even in side profile.
"You Shishitoren aren't welcome here!" You frown as the owner continues to shun the young man, and you go to take a step forward, only to halt when one emerald eye slides to meet yours, almost as if telling you to let it go.
You can't, not when you see his shoulder slump a little and his face drops. Especially when the owner begins making accusations of theft - at that point, you know he's just holding a grudge; Shishitoren have a reputation, but they've never been petty thieves. Besides, things are changing - there's a new friendship with Furin, and all of the Shishitoren boys seem happier than they have in a long time.
So you insert yourself between the owner and the young man, your voice more stern than you've ever heard it, "You have no right to talk to him that way! Just because he's part of Shishitoren doesn't mean he's trouble. Besides, you heard what Umemiya-san said; Shishitoren are friends of Bofurin now." You cross your arms, "You owe him an apology."
The owner stares at you for a moment before giving the most half-hearted apology in history. You'll take it. You watch him walk away, making sure he's back behind his counter before you turn to the young man.
You would have said something, but your words dry up. He's closer than you thought, and you didn't realise just how big he is, until now. He's towering over you, and he's taken off those yellow glasses, revealing those emerald eyes. They crinkle up as he smiles down at you, and you're pretty sure you forget how to breathe.
"Thanks, sweetheart." His smile turns teasing, "You jump in to defend everyone's honour like that?"
The way he's staring at you makes you brave, and you look up at him through your lashes, hoping you're reading the situation right, "Only the pretty ones."
"Guess it's my lucky day, then. What's your name?" You tell him and he responds with his own - Togame Jo. You commit it to memory immediately; you don't want to forget him.
His eyes run a burning trail over your body before lifting up to meet yours once again. He holds out a hand, "Don't suppose you'll let me thank you properly? Not often a pretty girl like you leaps in to defend me like that."
You take his hand immediately, letting him lead you out of the store.
And that's how you end up in his bed, hand threaded through his hair as he lies between your spread thighs and thanks you with his fingers and his tongue.
You don't go to that store anymore, but you end up seeing a lot more of Togame Jo.
contains: angst with comfort, mentions of a fight, blood, oral (male and female receiving)
word count: 2.6k
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
MDNI | 18+ content
series: 1. off limits | 2. radioactive
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Your eyes are on the TV but they’re not focussed, your nails chewed down to the quick. You’d gone out to buy yourself a new phone but now you wish you hadn’t because you keep looking at it every two seconds, checking for a message.
Togame Jo had gone to talk to your brother, Choji, about an hour ago. He’d promised to message you when they were done but you haven’t heard anything yet. You’d cleaned your whole studio apartment, went to buy groceries, picked up your new phone, and you still couldn’t stop thinking about him.
You’d wanted to be there while he did it but Togame didn’t think that was a good idea – he didn’t want Choji to feel ambushed. So he’s gone by himself, leaving you to anxiously wait.
Your phone buzzes and you immediately grab it, only to see it’s a message from your phone provider. Grumbling, you throw it back into the couch cushions and turn to the TV, drawing your knees up to your chest.
And then you hear a knock at the door.
You leap off the couch and sprint to the door, flinging it open. Togame stands there and your heart jumps into your throat.
His face is bloody and he’s holding up his phone, the screen smashed.
“Sorry,” he says, his lazy smile still somehow on his face. “Couldn’t message.”
“Oh, Jo,” you sigh, shoulders sagging.
It’s not the first time you’ve seen Togame in this state – he’s second-in-command at Shishitoren after all – but it’s the first time it’s made your heart ache. You usher him in, closing the door behind him as he sits heavily on the sofa.
You wet a cloth and bring it over, kneeling on the sofa next to him. Togame stares straight ahead as you start to gently wipe the blood from his face.
There’s a gash across his nose, he has a split lip, and there’s a fresh bruise blooming under one of his eyes. You cup his face tenderly with one hand while the other cleans him up.
“It didn’t go well, I take it?” you gently probe.
Togame’s green eyes slide over to you. He catches your wrist, pulling your hand away softly.
“I should have challenged him,” Togame says slowly. “When he said no. I was weak.”
You swallow hard, looking at the injuries on his face, pretending it doesn't break your heart. You glance down at his hands and notice his knuckles are clean. He didn’t fight Choji – Choji fought him.
“He would have put you in the hospital,” you say, shaking your head. “You made the right call.”
Even as you say the words, your voice shakes. Togame watches you carefully so you try to smooth your features into something more neutral. You try to pretend you didn’t get your hopes up.
“So, I guess that means…” A lump forms in your throat but you swallow past it. “Friends?”
A notch forms between Togame’s brows. You can see the internal struggle in him. He’s fiercely loyal to Choji, his best and longest friend. But when he locks eyes with you, there’s a flicker of something there. A spark you don’t quite recognise but makes your breath catch.
“I don’t want to make you break your loyalty to my brother,” you eventually say even though it feels like broken glass in your chest. “I won’t make you choose.”
You give him a watery smile.
“It was a long shot anyway.”
You make to stand up but Togame’s hand shoots out to grab your wrist again, this time firmer. Before you realise what’s happening, he pulls you towards him and kisses you.
You gasp with the sudden movement as Togame drags you onto his lap, his lips never leaving yours. He kisses you like he’s suffocating and you’re the only oxygen he has, his hand at the back of your head while the other wraps around your back.
You know it’s a bad idea, you know it’s only going to break your heart, but you can’t help yourself. You open yourself to him, feeling his tongue slide over yours, his lips so soft and familiar even though you only kissed for the first time yesterday.
You taste blood from his split lip, the coppery tang mixing between your mouths. Togame pulls you closer, deeper, his lips flush against yours. You only realise you’re crying when you taste salt.
“T-Togame,” you half-sob against his mouth. “Jo.”
“It’s okay,” Togame says, kissing the tears from your cheeks. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.” You sniff and pull away. “We can’t do this.”
“Y/n-”
“I’m off limits,” you say and the words are choked. “No, more than off limits – I’m fucking radioactive. You shouldn’t even be here. If Choji knew-”
“Choji doesn’t have the right,” Togame says and his voice is louder than you expected, cutting you off.
You blink at him and realise his face is different. His easy smile is gone, his jaw is set, and his eyes… they’re sharp enough to slice skin. You’ve never seen Togame in a fight but you get the feeling this is what he looks like.
“He doesn’t get to choose for you,” Togame says. “Or me.”
You go quiet, sagging. Togame sits back, his grip loosening on your waist.
“I’m not giving you up,” he says quietly. “Choji’s been on the wrong path before and I didn’t say anything. I’m not doing that again.”
You sit with his words for a few minutes, silence falling over you both. Fresh blood is smeared across Togame’s face from his split lip so you reach across and gently brush it away, thumbing the corner of his mouth. The first hint of a smile plays on his face.
“Come here,” he says and you do.
You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder. Togame envelops you in a bear hug, squeezing tight.
“I’m not giving you up,” he repeats.
“I’m not giving you up either,” you whisper back.
When you draw back, Togame kisses you again but this time softer. The hardness has gone from his eyes, leaving only the sleepy, relaxed Togame you know so well. His kiss is sweet, his tongue dipping into your mouth as his arms stay around you.
You melt into him, your back arching slightly as you press your chest against his. Togame’s hands start to wander, moving lower until he reaches your ass. Still locked in a kiss, he slowly gropes the plush flesh of your cheeks, making warmth pool between your legs.
You haven’t discussed what this means for you, what’s crossing the line and what’s not. But when you pull back slightly to ask Togame, “Can I take care of you?”, he gives you a wide grin and says, “Absolutely.”
You press a few more chaste kisses to his lips before sliding off his lap. You kneel between his legs and when you look up at him from this position, Togame’s semi-hard cock immediately goes full mast.
He reaches down to trail his fingers along your jaw before thumbing your bottom lip. You lightly catch his thumb in your mouth, sucking on the tip, keeping your eyes on Togame.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says, his voice low and throaty.
You smile, his praise making your cheeks tint pink, and run your hand up his inner thigh. You palm his cock through his sweatpants, surprised to feel how hard he is already.
“Is this all for me, Jo?”
“No one else in the world even exists right now, sweetheart.” He grins down at you, resting his arms on the back of the couch.
You try to stem the explosion of butterflies in your stomach to no avail. You tug down the hem of Togame’s sweatpants, watching his cock spring free. It’s as beautiful as the rest of him and your mouth waters at the sight of it.
You lean forward to lick along the fat vein running up the underside of his shaft, feeling his cock twitch as you do so. The tip is shiny with precum so you lick that up too before swirling your tongue around the sensitive head. Togame groans, his hips bucking slightly. When you look up at him, you see him watching you intently.
You lick your lips before wrapping them around the tip, your hand clasping him at the base. Softly sucking, you start to bob your head up and down, slowly taking more of him each time.
“Ah, fuck,” Togame grunts, his hands fisting the top of the couch cushions. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
You pull back to dribble more saliva down his shaft before taking him in your mouth again. He feels so hot and hard against your tongue and every throb makes the heat between your legs grow.
You push him deeper in your mouth, splaying your hands on his thighs to angle yourself better. Togame’s groans of pleasure spur you on, encouraging you to go further. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag slightly, your throat constricting around him.
“Shit…” Togame’s hips buck again on instinct.
He reaches forward to tangle his hands in your hair, holding your head in place.
“Stay there for me, baby.” Togame starts to thrust up, sliding his cock past your sweet little lips. “Look at me, angel.”
You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes watering slightly. Togame’s never seen someone as beautiful as you, his eyes locked on yours as he fucks your mouth.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck. Fuck. You ready, baby? You want my cum?”
You moan around his cock in affirmation. Togame’s lips part, his cock throbbing as he unloads his cum down your throat. It’s thick and tangy and you struggle to take it all but you try your best, swallowing his load.
When Togame pulls his softening cock free, some of his cum spills from the corner of your mouth. He grins and swipes it away with his thumb, letting you lick it off him.
“Good girl,” he says and you beam up at him.
You pull Togame’s sweatpants back up and make to climb onto his lap. But before you can, he stands up, picking you up easily.
“Ah!” you squeal at the sudden movement.
Togame crosses the few steps to your bed and throws you onto it.
“Your couch is too small for this,” he says with a lazy grin before climbing on top of you.
“Maybe you’re just too tall,” you giggle before his words catch up to you. “Wait, too small for what?”
Togame says nothing but his eyes glint. He presses soft kisses against your neck, making your eyes flutter closed as you sigh contentedly. His mouth trails down slowly, lazily, taking his time with you.
“I’m gonna take care of you now,” he whispers in your ear.
Your heart sets off at a gallop at his words. You watch him as he kisses his way down your body, hooking his fingers under your pyjama shorts and panties to tug them off. The cool air tickles your bare pussy, your lips glistening with arousal. Sucking Togame off had turned you on more than you expected and as soon as he plants soft kisses against your inner thigh, you find yourself suddenly desperate for his touch.
Togame teases you, kissing you everywhere around where you need him to. You whine and buck your hips as he smirks at you.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he coos. “What d’you need?”
You make another desperate whine.
“Your tongue, Jo, please.”
“Well, when you ask so nicely…”
Togame dips his head, inhaling the intoxicating scent of you. The fact that you got so wet from giving him head is enough for his cock to start hardening again but he’s focused on you right now. You were so good to him, took him so well, he’s more than happy to return the favour. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t going to enjoy himself too.
You’re not surprised that Togame moves slowly. You inhale sharply as he licks a stripe along your glistening lips, parting them with his tongue to gather your slick. He hums happily when he tastes you, wrapping his arms around your thighs to hold you in place before dipping his tongue between your folds once more.
You want to buck your hips again, want more of him, but he holds you tight and you can’t compete with his strength. You fist the bedsheets instead, needing to hold onto something.
Togame moves down to your needy hole, pushing his thick tongue inside you. He flicks it against the sensitive nerves at your entrance, tasting your arousal before pulling back to suck on your puffy lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” Togame mumbles against your pussy before dipping his tongue inside you again.
You struggle against his grip, desperate to grind against his mouth as Togame continues to lazily make out with your pussy. He’s driving you crazy, pushing you to the brink of an orgasm but not letting you tip over.
“Jo…” you beg. “More.”
“What’s the rush?” When he grins up at you, his mouth is shiny with your arousal.
You let your head fall back against the pillow, making a desperate noise from the back of your throat. Togame takes pity on you, wanting to play with your hole a while longer but he can see how needy you are for a release. He licks his way up to your throbbing clit, brushing a few tender strokes over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, fuck.” It’s just what you need.
Togame laps at your swollen bud, each stroke of his tongue sending a million little sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling it at the root as Togame keeps up a steady, languid pace with his tongue. The moans you make are magical, making his cock stir again. He releases his grip on you slightly, just enough so you can grind against his mouth.
“Ah… Jo, that’s it… that’s it!” Your back arches as Togame swipes his tongue over your clit. “Fuck!”
A tsunami of pleasure crashes over you, almost threatening to drown you, washing through every muscle in your body. Togame doesn’t let up, feeling your thighs tremble as you come undone on his tongue. He licks up your slick, his mouth flush with your pussy as you writhe against him.
He only pulls back when you whimper, pushing his head away from being too sensitive.
Togame watches you collapse against the bed before crawling up to lean over you, an easy smile on his face.
“That was hot,” is all he says.
“Yeah,” you half breathe, half laugh. “It was.”
Togame grins and dips his head to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You snake your hand around to the nape of his neck, scratching your nails over his scalp. When you break the kiss, Togame presses his forehead to yours.
“I’m not giving you up,” he repeats from earlier. “I care about Choji but I care about you too.”
“I care about you,” you say, voice soft.
Togame looks at you like you hung the moon in the sky. You cup his face, looking at the marks and bruises on his face, and your chest aches. You know you’re hurtling head first into something deep, something that you can’t come back from. But when Togame brushes your hair from your face and kisses you again, you know you don’t care.
contains: reader is Choji's sister, brother's best friend trope, a bit of angst, dry humping, outersex I think it's called? that thing where you rub genitals without penetration, someone help a gal out it's embarrassing to write smut and forget the name of the s*x thing you wrote about
note: all characters are aged up to 21+!
word count: 4.4k
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MDNI | 18+ content
a/n: phew boy did this one run away from me. i'm thinking this could be a series? yes no maybe?? let me know y'alls thoughts <3
Everyone knows that you, sister of the leader of Shishitoren, are off limits. It’s the bane of your dating life, every potential boyfriend too scared to even talk to you, let alone go further.
And it’s why you fall so hard for the boy from Bofurin.
He’d approached you on a night out, a rare mix of Shishitoren and Bofurin members in the same place. You asked if he knew who you were and he said yes. You asked if he was scared and he smiled and said no.
In hindsight, you never should have entertained a Bofurin boy. But you were so excited about the prospect that someone might like you enough to disregard the tentative agreement between your gangs. Between secret meet ups and stolen kisses, you let yourself fall for him.
Stupid.
He eventually stops showing up to your secret spot, stops messaging you back as quickly, stops taking your calls. You think you’ve done something wrong – you must have done something wrong – and you become frantic.
Are you leaving me? you message him.
He doesn’t reply for three days.
He’s met someone else, someone on his side of the tracks. It would never have worked out between you two anyway. He’s sorry he led you on, sorry he gave you the wrong idea. It was just a bit of fun anyway, right? You’re a great girl and you’ll find someone soon.
You smash your phone against the wall.
You throw on your shortest dress and your highest heels. You meet your friends at the bar, meet other Shishitoren members, slam your cash on the bar and buy rounds for everyone. You dance and laugh and drink, drink, drink, and on the inside you feel like your heart has been scooped out your chest and dumped on the side of the road.
The night becomes blurred, conversations and people mixing into each other like paint, until you can’t distinguish each from the next. You feel sick but you keep drinking, keep dancing, keep laughing.
You land hard on the ground but you don’t feel anything. Someone says something to you but you can’t hear them.
You feel like you’re in a washing machine, spinning. And then you don’t remember anything at all.
*
You wake up to a dark room. You have approximately half a second of peace before the worst headache you’ve ever had in your life starts thumping at the back of your skull. Your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth and when you reach up to rub the sleep from your eyes, you realise you’ve still got last night’s make-up on.
“Uuuugh,” you groan and the taste of your own mouth makes you grimace.
You’re still in last night’s clothes, the dress hiked up to your waist from sleeping in it, but at least you remembered to take your shoes off. You can feel the burn in the balls of your feet from dancing in them too long.
You roll over in bed, blindly groping the nightstand for your phone before you remember you smashed it. You groan again, burying your face in the pillow, as the memories of yesterday come back with a vengeance.
I’ve met someone else.
It was just a bit of fun, right?
You’ll find someone soon.
Rage curdles with heartbreak in your stomach, making you feel nauseous. Who else? you want to cry out. Who the fuck else in this goddamn place will even come close to me?
Pressure builds behind your eyes, forcing you to suck in a deep breath to stem the tears. You refuse to cry any more over that asshole. You exhale shakily. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you’re so hungover you might expire right here in the bed so you have more immediate concerns you can focus on.
You manage to stumble out of bed, pulling your dress back down, and find the lamp light, casting a warm glow across your studio apartment. It’s only when you try to walk to the kitchen that you notice a dull ache on your leg.
You look down to see your knee is skinned, caked with dry blood, a fresh bruise blooming around it. You vaguely remember falling over but didn’t realise you’d actually hurt yourself.
“Gotta be fucking kidding me…” you mutter to yourself.
You’re annoyed but half-grateful – the physical pain is at least a distraction from your current emotional pain. You limp to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. You drain the whole glass is one go, gulping it down like you’ve been traversing the Savannah for a week, and pour yourself a second glass. Your head is still thumping but you’re pretty sure after you brush your teeth, your mouth will at least go back to normal. But that’s a task for later.
With a heavy sigh, you pad over to the living area.
Except there’s something weird about it. You stare at the couch, blinking. Did you put a pile of blankets on there last night? You frown. You don’t remember doing that but you don’t remember a lot of things past a certain point.
Your eyes trail over the blankets until they settle on something even weirder. It looks like a tuft of jet black hair is sticking out from under the blanket. You blink again, your hungover brain churning as fast as it can to process what you’re seeing.
It’s only when the pile of blankets moves, an arm stretching out, that you scream.
There’s a fucking man in your house.
“Get out!” you screech.
You launch the glass of water at him but miss. It bounces harmlessly off the back of the couch but water goes everywhere, spraying the stranger.
“Ah.” Togame Jo pushes the blanket off himself, half-drenched. He scrubs his hand over his face before pushing back his wet hair. “That was a weird way to wake up.”
“T-Togame?” you stammer out, rooted to the spot. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Togame sits back, his hair still dripping water down his face.
“Oh, hey, y/n,” he says as if just realising you’re there. “Good morning.”
“Yeah, good morning, what are you doing here?” you demand, hand on your hip. “You scared me!”
Togame looks genuinely surprised, his eyebrows raising.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” He looks around. “What time is it? Think we slept in.”
You spread your hands, still waiting for him to answer your question, but he only stands up, stretching his arms above his head.
“How you feeling? Oh, I’ll make the coffee.” He yawns and walks past you to the kitchen.
“Togame.”
“Hm?”
“You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.”
“Hmm.”
Togame opens your cupboards, pulling two mugs free, as if he lives here. You cross your arms across your chest, your headache making your patience wear thin.
“Togame…” your tone is warning.
“What’s the rush?” He turns to grin at you. “My guess is you’ve got a hangover that could slay a walrus so why don’t you just… chill?”
If that instruction came from anyone else, it’d make your temper flare. But it’s Togame. He moves like a sloth. You sigh and uncross your arms.
“I’m going to brush my teeth and take a shower. I feel like shit.” You stomp past him to the bathroom. “I want three-”
“Three sugars,” Togame finishes, winking. “Known you long enough to know how you like your coffee, doll.”
You turn away and close the bathroom door before he can see the blush on your cheeks. Truth be told, you had the fattest crush on Togame growing up – he’s only one year your senior and he was always around, being best friends with your brother. It fizzled as you got older but he still has the ability to make your cheeks flush. Sometimes you think he knows it.
You take a long, hot shower, ignoring the sting of your knee as you clean it. It's not so bad once the blood has cleared, just a scrape against the skin. That's one less problem, at least.
Once you’ve scrubbed away the hangover and your mouth feels clean again, you feel almost like normal. Your headache persists but it’s calmed to an annoying throb instead of feeling like a chainsaw in your skull.
You step out of the bathroom in your towel, hair dripping, to find Togame on your bed, scrolling his phone. You give him a flat look.
“What do you think you’re doing? Get off.”
Togame cocks his eyebrow, amused.
“Couch was wet.”
You press your lips together and exhale. You decide to ignore him and start picking through your clothes on the floor, trying to find a clean pair of pyjamas. You have absolutely no intention of leaving your home today.
“Your towel’s a bit short to be bending over like that.”
Togame’s voice makes you snap up to standing. You spin to face him, cheeks hot.
“Togame!”
He only grins wide at you, chuckling.
What has gotten into him? you think as you start searching your clothes again, more carefully this time. Togame’s always been a light flirt but nothing this brazen. And he still hasn’t told you what’s doing here.
A sick feeling overcomes you. You slowly turn to him.
“Togame…” you say and he looks up from his phone. “Last night, we didn’t…”
“Jesus, y/n.” A notch appears between his brow and you realise he looks hurt. “No, nothing happened last night.”
You take a shaky breath, an embarrassed heat crawling up your neck.
“Right. Sorry.”
“Y/n.”
Togame sits up straighter, tugging his t-shirt over his head. You watch, wide-eyed, as he hands it to you.
“Wear this and come lie down already. I’ll tell you why I’m here, alright?”
You try your best to ignore his bare torso and accept his t-shirt. Togame makes a show of covering his eyes as you quickly change into it. Too late you realise you didn’t pick up any clean underwear but Togame’s t-shirt falls to your mid-thigh so it should be fine, you just need to make sure you don’t accidentally flash him.
Togame pats the space on the bed next to him and you cautiously climb on, tugging the hem of his t-shirt down.
“Okay. I’ll start by saying I know you had a rough day yesterday so there’s no judgement here…”
Immediately, your anxiety spikes.
“Your brother and I found you in one of the clubs. You were…” He struggles to find the right words.
“Completely wasted?”
“Yeah.”
You sigh but it’s not unexpected news – you already knew by the hangover and the lack of solid memories.
“You were telling everyone you hate Bofurin.” Togame scratches his head. “That was weird. And then you fell and hurt yourself so I took you back home. Made sure you weren’t going to choke on your own vomit and then took the sofa.”
You groan, drawing your knees up to your chest and putting your face in your hands. Humiliating.
“I don’t hate Bofurin,” you say quietly. “I hate one Bofurin boy.”
“Ah.” Togame clicks his tongue in understanding.
The brutal break-up messages invade your mind again, your chest aching. To your horror, hot tears spill down your cheeks.
You try to twist away before Togame can see but he stops you before you can, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him. His bare chest is hot against your cheek and you can smell the familiar scent of him on his t-shirt. It’s so comforting and familiar, it’s like a dam breaks inside you.
You break down, howling and burying your face in Togame’s chest.
“I hate him,” you sob. “I hate him, I hate him.”
Togame stays quiet, resting his cheek on the top of your head as he lets you cry yourself dry. You eventually pitter out to a sniffle, your nose blocked and eyes puffy.
“I’m just gonna get you a tissue, okay?” Togame says before releasing you.
When he returns, you dry your eyes and blow your nose, taking a deep breath. Even though the hollow feeling inside your hasn’t gone, you feel lighter. Like a weight is off your shoulders.
“Thanks,” you say, still sniffling, as he climbs back into bed.
You catch sight of his chest, shiny with your tears and… other things. You wince.
“Sorry,” you mumble.
Togame only shrugs but you feel bad so you kneel beside him, pulling a fresh tissue. You swipe it gently across his chest, cleaning him off. You feel Togame’s eyes on you, watching you, and glance up.
“What?”
“Who was he?”
You look at him properly, hearing the hardness in his voice. Togame usually has a smile on his lips, and he still does, but his green eyes are sharp as emeralds. You heave a sigh.
“You want to fight him.”
“Maybe.”
“Mmm. Thought so.” You shake your head, pulling back and throwing the tissues in the bin. “It’s not worth it, Togame.”
“He hurt you.”
“Yeah, but I let him.” You squeeze your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. You huff a laugh. “I don’t know if it’s even him I loved or…”
A thickness appears in your throat, tears threatening again.
“Or what?” Togame’s voice softens.
You know if you speak, you’ll cry, so you just shake your head instead.
“Y/n…”
Togame sits up straighter, reaching across to grasp your hand. You inhale deeply, pushing back tears.
“I…” You swallow and try again. “I’m off limits.”
Togame squeezes your hand so you keep going.
“I can never have a proper boyfriend and that fucking sucks. I just got so excited that I found someone.” Your vision swims and you irritably brush away the tears. “I don’t know if it’s him I liked or just the fact that I had someone. Anyone.”
Togame is quiet, his fingers interlaced with yours. You scrub the back of your hand against your cheeks until your tears stop, shoulders sagging.
“Man… Choji sucks,” Togame says, breaking the silence. “I suck too. I didn’t even think about how this would…”
He scratches the back of his neck, wincing.
“I’ll talk to your brother for you.” Togame squeezes your hand again but your head snaps up at his words. “I’ll tell him-”
“No! No, don’t do that.” You shake your head. “It’s awkward and it won’t help. What, is he gonna go to the whole of Shishitoren and say, step right up and bang my sister?”
Togame sniggers and you find yourself chuckling quietly with him, despite yourself.
“You’ve got a point,” he concedes.
You take a deep breath, giving your cheek a couple of light slaps.
“I do feel better though,” you tell him. “After talking to you. So, thank you.”
Togame gives you a lazy grin.
“Anytime.”
“Even though I’m gonna die alone.”
“Not true.” Togame shakes his head with a smile. “If there wasn’t this dumb ‘off limits’ rule, you’d have guys falling at your feet.”
“Shut up,” you say but you’re smiling hard, cheeks warming.
“Seriously,” Togame says, locking eyes with you. “Trust me.”
Did all the air just get sucked out of the room or something? You try to take a breath but your lungs feel tight. Togame’s gaze bores into you and you’re suddenly hyper-aware you’re still holding hands.
Wait, what did he mean by that? Did he mean him? Is he talking about himself?
Despite your spiralling, Togame seems completely unfazed.
“I’m gettin’ hungry. Let’s order in.” He talks like it’s obvious he’s spending the day here. Which you’re not entirely mad about.
“Uh. Yeah, sure.”
You watch as Togame grabs his phone, tapping through to a delivery app. You take the opportunity to really look at him. You know what he looks like, obviously, you’ve known each other most of your lives. But you’ve never really looked before.
His dark hair is still messy from being wet earlier and his undercut is growing back, needing to get shaved again soon. You admire the curve of his strong nose, his sharp jaw. When your eyes fall on his lips, you dart a tongue out to wet your own automatically. Togame glances up to catch you staring and you immediately avert your eyes, pretending to study the ceiling.
“Were you star-” he starts.
“So what food are we getting?” you interrupt him, leaping off the bed and pulling down the hem of your t-shirt.
You’re not entirely sure why you jumped away from him so you pick up your laptop as a cover, except you trip over your clothes on the way, your feet tangling in the fabric. Togame regards you with an amused look, waiting for you to return before handing you his phone.
“Choose whatever you want, my treat,” he says.
You would normally protest, insist on splitting 50/50, but you’re too flustered to do anything except tap in your order and hide your red-hot face as much as possible, climbing back into bed next to him. Togame’s watching you so you focus on searching for a movie on your laptop, not looking at him.
“Y/n,” he says.
“Hmm?”
“Y/n.”
“What?”
“Look at me.”
You swallow hard and reluctantly turn to face him.
“Yeah?”
Togame’s face has turned serious, his playful smile gone.
“Put the laptop away,” he says and there’s an undercurrent of a command there that makes you do what he says.
You put the laptop on the nightstand and as soon as you do, Togame pulls you on top of him so you’re straddling his lap. You inhale sharply at the sudden movement, his t-shirt riding up your thighs. You tug the hem back down, covering yourself, and look at Togame with burning cheeks.
“What are you doing?” you protest.
“You like me,” he states plainly. "I didn't want to say anything because I thought it would make you feel worse but..."
Your brow furrows.
"But what?"
Togame gives you a sly grin.
"You were kinda... all over me last night."
Your stomach drops out your butt. Your throat closes to a pinpoint.
"What?" you choke out.
"You told me you got a crush on me."
"Oh, god."
"Said you wanted me to come back to yours."
"Please stop."
"Which I did, obviously, but like, just to make sure you were okay. You were really out of it. So yeah, that's how I know you like me."
Are you having a panic attack? Because this feels like a panic attack. It feels like your lungs have closed up shop. You didn't think your face could burn any hotter but you swear you can cook an egg on your cheeks right now. You've never prayed harder for the floor to swallow you whole.
You go to move out of Togame's lap but he grabs your hips, stopping you. Before you can say anything else, he continues.
“Honestly?" Togame rests his head back against the headboard, regarding you with an easy smile. "I like you too. Have for a while.”
The casualness of his confession is at odds with the way your heart thunders in your chest.
“You’re right – you’re off limits. Choji never explicitly said anything but it’s kinda implied. So, I held back.” Togame gives you an apologetic smile. “I didn’t realise how much of a disservice I was doing to you until today. Until earlier.” He takes a deep breath. “I fucked up. I’m sorry.”
Your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth. Your brain churns slowly, still not fully recovered from last night, as you process this, but at least your heart rate slows somewhat. You haven't made a complete fool of yourself if Togame likes you back, right?
“What… w-what does this mean?" you stammer. "Like, what do we…?”
Togame reaches out to brush your hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear. His fingers linger on your cheek.
“I think we should talk to Choji before anything…” His gaze rakes over you. “Happens.”
“Yeah.” You nod. “You’re right. We should talk to Choji first.”
There's not a lot of conviction in your voice even though you know it's the right thing to do. You glance down at Togame’s bare torso. You place your hand on his toned stomach, sliding it up to his chest. He feels so good under you, his skin hot to the touch, the hardness of his muscle. And now he’s yours.
The thought emboldens you. You lean forward, trailing your hand up his neck to his jaw before carding your fingers through his dark hair. It’s softer than you expected, still half-damp, and Togame’s eyelids flutter as your nails scratch his scalp.
“Kissing is fine though, right?” you whisper.
“Mmm,” Togame hums. “If it’s just kissing…”
That’s all the permission you need.
You close the few inches between you, pressing your lips against his. Togame runs one hand up your thigh while the other cradles your jaw. He kisses as slow as you expected, taking his time with you, savouring you. You part your lips to deepen the kiss and Togame gladly obliges, running his tongue across your bottom lip before slipping it inside your mouth.
Your entire crush, which you thought had fizzled out, explodes from its grave. Your skin buzzes, your hands running over his chest, his biceps, up to the nape of his neck to tug on his hair. The Bofurin boy was the only person you ever kissed and it was always nice.
This is so much more.
Togame rolls you over until you’re on your back and he’s on top, never breaking the kiss. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. Your hands are on his back, feeling the muscles move as he supports himself over you. You moan into his mouth and Togame immediately pulls back.
“Ah, you can’t…” He blinks a few times, half-laughing. “You can’t do that to me.”
“Do what?”
“Make that noise. I’m…” Togame glances down and then back up again, fixating on a spot above your head. “I’m hard already.”
A smile crawls across your face, a thrill running through you. You tighten the grip your legs have around his hips, wiggling against him. True to his word, you can feel his boner through his sweatpants.
“Mmm, ah, aha, you’re really not making this any easier on me.”
“It’s just kissing, Jo.” You grin, pleased that you have such an effect on him, and pull his face down for another kiss.
“Mmm, I kinda liked that,” Togame says between kisses, a smile on his lips. “Say it again.”
“Jo,” you say sweetly, bucking your hips to rub against his hard-on again.
“Ah, fuck, that feels good…” Togame moves his mouth down to your neck, sucking on the skin there. “Mmm, maybe grinding’s allowed too.”
“I agree,” you say, pulling his hips down to meet yours.
Togame rolls his hips, rubbing his bulge against your naked pussy. The friction against your throbbing clit only spurs you on and you grind back against him. Togame groans into your neck, the stimulation teasing enough for all the blood to rush to his cock but just not quite enough.
“Jo, I need more…” you breathe, almost pleading.
You’ve been teased to the brink of your climax but it’s not enough to push you over the edge.
“I know, baby, me too.” Togame pushes himself up onto his hands, his cheeks flushed. “I’ve got an idea.”
He rolls onto his back, scooping his arms under you to take you with him, as you end up back on top.
“Raise your hips a little for me, baby,” he instructs and you do so.
Once you’ve hovering over him, Togame reaches down to push his sweatpants down slightly, just enough so that his cock springs free. You look down at it, mouth watering, before glancing back at Togame.
“I thought we couldn’t…”
“Don’t worry.” Togame smiles up at you reassuringly.
He presses his cock down against his stomach and, with one hand on your hip, guides you to sit gently on the shaft. As soon as you do, your lips pressed against his cock, he lets out a relieved groan.
“Fuck, that’s better,” he breathes. “Just grind back and forth, baby.”
The feel of Togame’s bare cock against your pussy makes your hole clench around nothing. Togame pushes up your t-shirt to your waist, holding it there so he can watch. Slowly, cautiously, you slide your puffy lips back and forth along his shaft.
“S-shit…” Togame mutters. “Good job, baby, just like that. You’re doing so good, just keep going.”
You rock your hips back and forth, feeling the ridges of Togame’s cock, his fat mushroom head rubbing against your swollen bud so deliciously. You let out a content sigh, leaning back to rest your hands on his thighs so you can roll your hips easier.
“Jesus Chris, you’re so fucking hot.” Togame’s usually sleepy eyes are locked onto you, switching between your face to your body to where your slick cunt grinds against his cock.
Your pussy drools for him, making the friction even better. Togame’s grip tightens on your waist, the heat of your wet lips against his girth bringing him to the edge of euphoria. You cant your hips slightly, rubbing your clit against the sensitive head of his cock, and Togame moans out loud. The pleasure you’re both inflicting on each other fuels the other, bringing you to the apex together.
“Jo…” you gasp and Togame knows he’ll do whatever he has to, to make sure he gets to hear you say his name like that again. “I’m gonna…”
You don’t get to finish your sentence. Your body seizes, your back arching, as you cream over his cock. The sight of you cumming is enough to usher in Togame’s own orgasm. He groans, long and low, his grip like iron on your waist. You feel his cock throb against you and look down in time to see him fire thick ropes of cum across his stomach and chest. You’re hypnotised by the scene – the stripes of creamy cum, the way Togame’s abs move as he breathes heavy, the half-lidded, satisfied look in his eyes.
He finally releases his grip on you, letting your t-shirt fall. You sit back slightly, not wanting to leave your position just yet, and reach for the tissues he got your earlier. With shared grins, you both clean the cum from his torso.
“Come here,” Togame says, opening his arms.
You lean forward, pressing yourself against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.
“We’ll talk to Choji tonight,” he says. “I don’t think we’ll last until tomorrow.”
You smirk, not disagreeing, but your smile falls.
“What if he says no?” you say quietly.
Togame’s chest rises under you as he breathes deep. He doesn’t have an answer for you.
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— p l a y f i g h t w i t h : endo yamato, umemiya hajime, kaji ren, suo hayato x f!reader
content warnings: a lil bit of nsfw/suggestive, a lot of adoration
a/n: i mean we all knew endo's would be dirty
— ENDO loves to tease, annoy, and challenge you. He does it all just to get a pinch of attention without actually having to beg for it. So, instead of peacefully unwinding together after another hectic day, he leans in to blow raspberry kisses on your neck and soft puffs of air against your ear. But your little pushes against his chest and mumbled threats of his name in protest, once his actions get a little too annoying, just aren’t enough to satisfy him.
You don’t look at him, don’t glare or pout, and getting ignored by you is just not his cup of tea. So he turns to his last resort. His hands around your waist seem innocent until you feel his fingers move against your sides and steal the first giggle out of you. Your complaints get overlooked because your laugh is too endearing, and he can and will get lost in torturing you. Watching you writhe and whine beneath him is simply a beautiful sight.
Yet the situation gets heated as soon as you try to repay his favours and tickle him back. Endo actually uses strength, mostly because he enjoys seeing you struggle and get a little riled up. He’s the type of tickler who absolutely loves to tire you out until your muscles hurt and you struggle to breathe. It makes him feel good in a weird way when you give up fighting and turn pliant. Those teary orbs of yours are absolutely adorable, and he could never hide his devious grin once his hand cups your cheek, feeling just how hot your face has become.
“You’ve got no clue how pretty you are, all messy and panting for me, princess.” He mostly uses this dirty trick to make you forget what you were actually doing before he disturbed your peace. You’re always a lost cause the moment you look into his eyes, anyway.
Tickle fights with him will 100% turn into make-out sessions, especially when you’re already so fixated on him. And make-out sessions will 90% of the time turn into more.
— UME now, Umemiya is a bit of an oddball. He knows he’s strong, you know he’s insanely strong, everyone does. And here the same man pretends to be a victim to your ministrations, as he allows you to kneel above his body and tickle him.
“You’re really—” your own panting interrupts you as you continue torturing him, “really letting me win like that?” Umemiya looks almost helpless beneath you as your fingers continue to mess with his breathing, making him jerk and try to cover his body protectively—but never once trying to simply grab your hands. He’s beautiful like that: bright red cheeks, cute dimples decorating his handsome face with his laughter intoxicating bouncing off the walls. And you can’t stop yourself from egging him on. “The others were so right, you are totally whipped for me,” you nearly lilt.
Now this, this will bring that certain gleam to his eyes as he bites back his laugh to finally make a move on you. Pinning you beneath him in a matter of seconds, wrists encased by his long fingers while you can already feel his free hand travel along your body and beneath your clothes. “I simply tried to be nice…” he pants, grin widening as he watches you squirm. “But you don’t seem to like it when I’m nice to you.”
The soft peck to your forehead is the final tender treatment you receive before Hajime is relentless in tickling you, ignoring your pleas and cries and supplying you with the best ab workout you’ve had in a while. You cry full tears of laughter when he finally takes pity on you.
— KAJI unfortunately gets too caught up in the act. It’s really like he’s experiencing withdrawals without a candy popped in his mouth. Passionate and so awfully easy to rile up, you really push his buttons in all the right or wrong ways. There is no chance for you to get him to ease up once you’re at his mercy. He’s relentless in his actions, tickling you until your sides hurt and your laughter sounds like a hiccuped mixture of pleas and giggles.
You barely got any chance to tickle him in the first place, but here he goes on and on. It feels like his fingers are digging into your ribs at this point. Only the repetitive cry of his name makes him finally ease up, yet he holds you in place as his hands smooth over your sensitive skin. “You’re horrible, you know that…?” It’s the little whine in your statement that brings a fake pout to Kaji’s lips as he blinks at you innocently. “Weren’t you the one having an attitude?” he murmurs right beside your ear before placing a surprisingly tender kiss on your cheek and bumping his nose with yours.
You share deep eye contact once you finally get over your little tantrum, a soft smile resting on his lips while his hands dip lower along your waist until he reaches your hips and squeezes you gently, yet demanding. Gradually pushing your body closer against his, he gleefully watches you as he reveals the influence you have on his body.
“God, you’re horribly horny, you know that?” you groan as you try to seem indifferent. If only you weren’t holding onto him like this. Your own fingers admire the flexing of his bicep, fingernails digging into his muscles as a guilty little moan escapes your lips and your legs wrap around hips.
Kaji only chuckles and hums, his lips already moving along your neck. “Speaking as if you're an angel, hm?”
— SUO noticed that you were unusually quiet today, and despite your assurances about you being fine, your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. So, he made it his mission to cheer you up—he really misses your sweet laughter. He starts by hugging you from behind, his arms enveloping you warmly while gentle kisses are placed along your shoulder.
But just when you start to relax in his embrace, his mischievous plans set into motion. His fingers begin to explore your sides, tickling you with a deliberate lightness that catches you off guard. You jerk in his hold and gasp his name, your body tensing up in surprise.
You try to fight both your laughter and his relentless tickling as you wriggle to escape his grasp, but it’s futile. Soon, your resistance crumbles and your giggles erupt uncontrollably, filling the room with a joyous sound. Suo can’t help but grin, relishing the feel of your body so close to his and your laughter vibrating against his chest.
Eventually, he will stop on his own accord, deeming you distracted enough. He turns you around swiftly, cupping your face in his hands, thumbs gently caressing your soft cheeks. “Your laugh is too cute,” he admits softly, “A sour day shouldn’t ruin my pretty girl’s mood.”
You would have never assumed so when you first got to know him. But he can be cheesy—yet you also love him just like that. You nod in agreement, your eyes sparkling as he showers your face with soft kisses. “Tickling me when I trusted you to hold me is a really mean move, you know?”
Suo flashes you a charming grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “One of the dirtiest moves in the history of mankind,” he replies, voice low and playful. He gives you one last tender kiss and continues to stroke the apples of your cheeks, affection evident in every touch.
Togame fucking you on stage at the abandoned theater in front of the whole gang so everyone knows exactly who you belong to.
Using his jacket to hide your bouncing tits but makes sure your face is turned towards the crowd so they can see the whites of your eyes when they roll into your head from how his cock nudges against your cervix. From how you desperately try to look up at Togame despite the twenty sets of eyes or so that stare at your drooling mouth stuck in a perpetual o. How you call out Togame's name over and over like a mantra, like a prayer to a god that demands worship.
Nails weakly biting at his exposed arms, shaking off his geta when they don't grip the floor currently, when he's close, so fucking close with no plan to stop or withdraw as your cunt tries to milk him for the fourth time.
The funniest thing about Togame is that even after his fight with Furin and he's managed to calm down and sweeten up a bunch... sometimes that cold snark still manages to slip out when he's least expecting it.
You'll ask him about a rival gang member or something else he’s not exactly fond of, and he’ll reply with a harsh laugh and a, “what, I’m supposed to care about that?”... and when you go to look at him in surprise at the response, he seems just as shocked as you that he said something in that mean tone.
— letting wind breaker boys hit it raw for the first time (wc: 4.3k)
sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, kaji ren, umemiya hajime (separate) x fem reader
contains explicit nsfw content, minors do not interact
tw: creampie, hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, cum swallowing, squirting, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, angel), dacryphillia, toys (vibrator), light choking, semi-public sex (restaurant bathroom), unprotected sex, size difference, belly bulge, mentions of birth control pills
sakura haruka (wc: 0.8k)
⸻ oral (m receiving), hair pulling, cum swallowing, unprotected sex
“don’t-” sakura grunted, hips jolting up as you took him deeper into your mouth. he reached down blindly, hands finding your hair and tugging hard in an attempt to pull you off him.
you moaned at the feeling instead, the vibrations causing him to jerk up into you again. one hand came up to squeeze his balls as you eased the rest of his cock down your throat, stopping only when your nose was nestled in the hair at the base of his length. he opened his eyes to the sight of you blinking up at him prettily, and the image alone had him coming undone.
his breath hitched, groans echoing from above you. he threw his head back and brought an arm up to cover his eyes as thick ropes of cum shot down your throat.
you released his dick with a loud pop!, grinning up at him from your kneeling position between his legs. you opened wide, tongue lolling out to show not a single drop of cum after swallowing the load he released in your mouth.
“i—” sakura swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to even out his breathing. “i told you not to swallow…” he grumbled, willing his head to lean forward so he could get a better look at your face. his other hand remained in your hair, smoothing down the pieces that stuck up. you kissed his tip gently, giggling when his hips jerked at the movement.
“you’re still hard,” you noted, resting your head on his thigh, palm cushioning your cheek. “wanna go again or need a break?”
sakura’s ears flushed red, brows scrunching together in embarrassment. “you haven’t cum yet,” he scowled. you grinned at his response, finding how angry and sensitive he gets post-nut cute. you let him know as much, and watched as the rest of his face heated up. “just—give me a second. can’t feel my damn legs.”
“i can go on top,” you offered, not waiting for a response and shimmying your bottoms down your legs. sakura’s eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties, mouth instantly going dry.
he stared in wonder at the string of slick connecting your underwear to your core, mind going numb at the way you straddled his lap. your fingers made quick work of stretching yourself out, and he felt himself grow harder, if possible. his eyes locked onto your hand, following your movement until you held your slick-coated fingers up to his face. almost unconsciously, he opened his mouth and whimpered at your taste.
deeming yourself ready, you lined up sakura’s cock to your entrance, giggling to yourself at the way his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head.
“wait, grab a—oh, fuck,” he grunted out at the feeling of your wet heat enveloping his bare cock. you sunk down slowly, pausing every few seconds to let yourself adjust to his size. “get off—‘m not wearing a condom.”
you ignored him, eyes focused on the way your hole sucked him in. sakura’s hands found their way to your waist, squeezing in warning at the way you rut your hips against his.
“oh, you like it raw, huh?” you teased, gasping when the blunt head of his cock nudged the sensitive spot inside you. you continued moving slowly, opting to circle your hips over bouncing on his cock.
suddenly, you found yourself on your back on the floor, the buttons of your forgotten skirt digging uncomfortably into your shoulder. sakura hovered over you, arms shaking in exertion and breaths coming out in heavy pants. the way you were grinding on him almost sent him over the edge, balls tightening at the way your tits moved over him. he couldn’t help the way he manhandled you, any more and he would’ve came in seconds.
“wait,” he breathed out, forehead leaning down to rest on your collarbones. you felt so tight and wet, pussy squeezing him in a vice grip. your arms circled his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape, tugging slightly at his lack of movement.
“i said i’d go on top,” you complained, lifting your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction from sakura’s still body.
“and i said wait,” he repeated, body slowly beginning to move against yours. you let out a small moan at the feeling of his cock dragging through your walls, trailing off into a high pitched gasp at the feeling of his fingers on your clit. “acting like no condom wasn’t a big deal,” he growled out, hips snapping roughly against yours. you squealed at a particularly rough thrust, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled.
“feels good, doesn’t it, haru?” you cooed out, clenching as hard as you could. his thrusts stuttered, a hand coming up to steady himself against you.
“enough,” he breathed against your neck. “let me make you feel good too.”
you thought you knew better than to accept any kind of challenge or proposal from your boyfriend, knowing that every idea that ever left his head was usually for his own benefit. but for once, you were determined to win a bet.
for the past what felt like hours, you had been trapped under suo, writhing as he held a vibrator to your clit and his tongue explored inside you.
the promise of raw sex on the condition that you don’t cum had you holding on to your last shred of sanity, eyes clouded over but focused on a shadow on the ceiling. you’re sure the bedsheets were soaked underneath you, the slick feeling of your juices running down your thighs and almost to your knees.
“five more minutes,” suo mused from between your legs, the bottom half of his face shining, covered in your slick. “you’re doing better than i expected, aren’t you?”
you whimpered in response, knowing that not responding at all would have suo doing everything he could to make you cum. he grinned at the sound, diving back into you and clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. your body jerked up, but the one hand holding your hip kept you from jolting into suo’s mouth.
“uh-uh,” he tutted, pulling away from you. you whined at the loss of contact, but made sure to keep your hips planted firmly on the bed. if you even attempted to chase after his fingers or mouth, you’re sure he would’ve edged you for a few more hours. “you were so close, there. what a shame.”
suo made quick work of flipping you over, chuckling at the hazy look in your eyes. you hardly noticed the way he manhandled you, head reeling from the orgasm he ripped away from you. but the familiar rip of foil behind you brought you back to reality, head whipping back to stare at suo holding a condom.
“hayato…” you whined, tears lining your eyes. “but you promised you wouldn’t…” he had you bent over, one hand running up and down your side while the other held your wrists together behind your back.
“i don’t know, sweetheart,” suo teased from behind you, the hand caressing you paused to pinch your skin. “you also said you wouldn’t move at all.”
“i didn’t! p-please,” you hiccuped, tears already streaming down your face and smudging your mascara. “didn’t cum at all… promised i wouldn’t.”
you felt a hand come up to gently swipe underneath your eyes, unaware of the way suo’s pants tightened at the sight of your tears.
“i know,” he said simply. “if i wanted you to cum, you would’ve. try again and ask nicely.”
“wanna cum on your cock,” you choked out, words garbled with the steady stream of tears. “please don’t use it…” your voice trailed off into light sobs, eyes focused on the condom and hands attempting to break out of his hold.
“that wasn’t hard, was it?” suo relented, taking pity on you. he slipped the open packet into one of your hands, relishing in the way you crumpled it in your grip and the dopey smile that appeared on your face.
the sound of his zipper already had you salivating. he still held your hands together behind your back, so you could only imagine what he was doing to finally free his aching cock.
you could feel him behind you, his leaking tip lining up at your entrance and thrusting in in one smooth movement. the high you’ve been chasing for the past hour finally came when he bottomed out, cock nudging at your cervix. your head fell forward, mouth dropping into a soundless scream while your pussy fluttered and squeezed around his dick.
he released your hands in order to hover himself over you fully, your own following to grip his wrists loosely.
“look at that…” you heard him mutter lowly, breath fanning across your shoulder. “you’re making a mess on my bed, pretty girl. i barely stuffed you and you already came.”
you pressed your cheek into the sheets, trying to catch your breath as you lay still for a moment. you gasped at the feeling of your head being lifted, suo’s hand buried into your hair as he turned you to face him.
“you want more?” he asked, pulling his hips all the way back until only the tip remained in you, before slamming all the way back in, balls hitting your clit in the perfect spot. your head fell slack again, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth at the feeling. suo repeated his ministrations, snapping his hips into yours and leaning over to get a better look at your fucked out expression. “i asked a question.”
“wan’ more…” you slurred out, tongue lolling out as suo subtly angled his hips to hit the sensitive spot inside you. “want y’re cum inside…”
he stilled at that, dropping your hair and pushing your face into the bed. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the hand supporting himself grip onto the sheets tighter, knuckles almost turning white.
“better make sure you don’t regret that then, sweetheart.”
“y’look so pretty like this, baby,” togame whispered into your thigh, teeth lightly grazing over the sensitive skin. his eyes locked onto your glistening folds and he grinned, lightly blowing air on your sensitive clit. you jolted under the movement, a small whimper escaping from your lips.
“jo,” you hiccuped, spent from the previous orgasms he pulled out of you. you wriggled under his grasp, hands reaching down to tug his hair, a sad attempt of getting him to face you properly. “want you…”
taking pity on you, togame lifted himself up and hovered over you, arms caging you in as he pressed a light kiss to your lips. his cock slid against your core, blunt head occasionally catching your clit. you moaned softly, hips bucking against his in an attempt to create more friction.
“you already have me,” he grunted, eyes locked on to where you touched, entranced with the way your juices soaked his cock.
“want more,” you whined, hands coming up to dig into his shoulders. he hissed at the way your acrylics dug into his skin, already anticipating the marks you’d leave behind. not that he minded, though. “want you inside,” you moaned, legs moving to wrap around his waist and lock him in place.
he hissed at the feeling of your pussy pressing his cock to his abdomen, a big hand coming in between your bodies to press you down against the bed. he ignored the whimper you made at the loss of contact, instead leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “can’t today, baby. we’re out of condoms,” he whispered against your lips once he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you.
“don’t care, i wanna feel you,” you whispered back, turning your head slightly to press light butterfly kisses to his face.
togame short circuited at your words, thoughts of your pussy dripping with his cum instantly plaguing his mind. his hips stuttered against yours before halting completely, cock pressing directly against your clit.
“don’t say that,” he groaned, head falling forward to rest against yours. “can’t control myself if you say shit like that.”
you squirmed under his weight, hands weakly pushing at his shoulders to get him to look at you. you couldn’t push him even if you tried, but you looked so pretty trying to get his attention that he lifted himself up anyway.
“why not?” you blinked up at him, tears of frustration gathering in your waterline.
togame groaned again, simultaneously feeling turned on and guilty at the thought of you crying. “don’t think i can pull out, baby.”
“who cares?” you pouted, a few tears escaping and trailing down your cheek. “can’t you just cum inside?”
he shuddered at your words, cock somehow getting bigger. he could never say no to you. “you sure?”
you nodded, still hiccuping from the tears while your hands looped around his neck. “want you inside now.”
togame couldn’t control himself any longer, the image of your spent pussy pushing out his seed plagued his mind. instantly, he had your legs tossed over his shoulders and sheathed himself inside you in one thrust.
you squealed at the intrusion, the new position allowing him to reach deeper than he usually does. the lack of protection between you had you feeling extra sensitive, the vein on the underside of his cock dragging against your entrance every time he thrusted in.
“you’re so wet,” he groaned, throwing his head back. your pussy fluttered at his deep voice, walls clamping down on him. “fuck, did you just get tighter? don’t—don’t squeeze me like that, baby.”
“‘s deep,” you slurred, mouth falling open when he tapped them. you closed your lips around the three fingers he gave you, moaning and salivating at the feeling of two holes being stuffed.
his other hand was positioned between you, heavy thumb resting on your clit, pressing extra hard when he thrusted back inside you. in no time, you felt your nth orgasm approaching, but this one felt a little different than the ones from earlier.
“wait! ‘s too much!” you moaned out, eyes snapping open and hands situating themselves on togame’s abdomen as you tried to push him away. “y’re too big, feels funny!”
he angled his hips slightly, rutting against the sensitive spot inside you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. the pressure of his cock dragging along your walls and his thumb on your clit had you seeing stars. your orgasm came crashing down on you, pussy forcing togame’s cock out of you as you gushed, juices covering his abdomen.
“shit, you’re so messy,” he groaned, watching in awe at the mess you made. he spread your legs again, easing himself back inside your fluttering hole. your body shook at the overstimulation, whining at the feeling of his cock filling you again
“you said you wanted to feel me, doll,” togame said, pausing to lick a long stripe up your ear. “stay nice and still for me, ‘kay? we’re not done til your pretty cunt’s filled with my cum.”
kaji ren (wc: 1.1k)
⸻ semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of birth control pills
“cut it out,” kaji hissed, one hand coming up to squeeze your jaw as a warning while the other tried to stop your fingers from undoing his pants zipper. the two of you squeezed in on the same side of a booth in some family restaurant downtown, but the sight of him punching a creep who tried hitting on you earlier had you squirming and squeezing your thighs together the whole walk there.
“y’re really trying to do this now?” he muttered in disbelief, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“but you looked so good earlier,” you mumbled out, cheeks still squished together. “we haven’t fucked in, like, a week. missed your dick.”
an audible crunch echoed in the area, you tilted your head up slightly and watched as he swallowed thickly before spitting out the stick of his lollipop on the table.
“you keep doing this shit,” he groaned, ears turning red. “couldn’t’ve waited til we got home? fucksake.” despite his words, kaji adjusted his grip from your hand to your wrist, roughly pulling you up and dragging you to the restroom in the back, weaving through tables, over stray bags and a few legs sticking out.
he pushed the bathroom door open unceremoniously, eyes doing a quick sweep of the area before he turned to you for approval. “clean enough?”
your heart swelled at the consideration and you had half the mind to actually start swooning. instead, you pressed yourself into his back, smiling at his behavior before nodding. “mhm. you’re so cute.”
you could feel him stiffen in front of you, grip on your wrist tightening enough to hurt, before he slammed you against the closed door. his lips attached to yours, tongue forcing your lips open as a hand snaked down to your other lips.
he paused his movement eyes widening at what he felt under your skirt. “why are you wearing this shit…?” he mumbled, feeling lace and a concerning amount of fabric—barely any, to be exact.
“always wanna look my best for you,” you batted your eyes at him, grinning at the way his jaw clenched. the smile slipped off your face at the rip that echoed off the walls. you looked down to see half your panties in kaji’s hand and the other half slowly fluttering down to the floor. you gaped at the sight, jaw dropping in disbelief that your boyfriend actually ripped your underwear.
he ignored you, dropping down to his knees and lifting your skirt up. his eyes were situated on your leaky hole, mesmerized by the juices that were slowly trailing down your thigh.
“don’t have time to stretch you out properly. c’you handle it?” he asked, two fingers already prodding at your entrance. your knees buckled, arms flailing out to catch yourself on the wall to your left.
“s’okay, two’s enough,” you gasped out, feeling him press against the spongy spot inside you. “d’you have a condom? didn’t put a new one after last time.”
it was silent for a second, the squelching from between your legs pausing as kaji patted himself down for his wallet.
“didn’t bring it,” he grumbled. “shoulda waited til we got home.”
you felt your disappointment rise, even more so when kaji stood up and zipped his pants back up.
“wait, actually, can’t we go without it?” you proposed, instantly feeling defensive at kaji’s frown. “‘s not like i’m gonna get pregnant.”
his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
“got on the pill last month. can’t you just fuck me now?”
kaji swore under his breath, muttering to himself about how demanding you were, but the bulge in his pants was more than obvious to how he felt.
“keep your mouth shut, got it?” he asked, arms looping under your thighs to hoist you up and set you against the sink counter. you gripped onto his shoulders, pressing a kiss into his cheek at the motion.
“you’re the best!” you sang into his ear.
“shut up,” he mumbled, wrestling with his boxers to pull his cock out as you flipped your skirt up. “can’t believe the first time i’m fucking you raw’s in a public bathroom.”
“can’t believe you’re fucking me in a public bathroom,” you countered, gasping when you felt his cock nudge at your entrance.
“you were the one getting handsy out there, i don’t wanna hear shit from you,” and with one swift movement, kaji bottomed out completely.
you let out a loud moan at the feeling, your pussy struggling to take him in due to the lack of prep, walls stretching uncomfortably around his length. “keep going,” you whined when his hips instantly stilled.
“i told you to keep quiet.”
“sorry, ren,” you breathed out, head resting on his shoulder. “been a while. y’feel bigger than usual.”
his grip on your thigh tightened, probably enough to leave hand-shaped bruises. kaji started rutting into you, not fully pulling out but enough for you to start getting used to his size. one of his hands found your clit, causing you to squeal and jerk forward into him. he stopped moving again, his other hand coming up to snake around your neck and squeeze.
“keep your mouth shut,” he rasped, sweat gathering along his forehead and dripping down his neck. he breathed out onto your neck, an attempt at grounding himself.
“you gonna cum? two pump chump?” you teased, breath hitching at the new angle he was thrusting at.
“shut up. y’re fucking tight. ‘m never using a condom again,” he grunted out, panting right below your ear.
his praise went straight to your core, coupled with his strong thrusts and messy circles on your clit, your orgasm crashed down on you. you couldn’t help the moan that ripped its way past your lips, breath getting caught when kaji warningly squeezed your neck.
the lack of oxygen made you dizzy, walls clamping down on kaji at the stimulation. his thrusts became more erratic, cock slamming into you as he shot his load inside. his thrusts slowed as your cunt milked him of the last of his cum, your body twitching from the way he used your body.
“can’t believe you ripped my underwear,” you grumbled, standing up awkwardly in an attempt to keep kaji’s cum inside you. “you owe me a new pair.”
his hands came up to stabilize you, letting you lean into him as you caught your breath. a drop of his cum dripped out of you directly onto the bathroom floor. his eyes locked onto it, trailing up until they landed at the mixture of his and your cum leaking out of you.
shit, was he hard again?
“shut up,” he growled, face heating up. your ripped panties secured in his jacket pocket. “be grateful i didn’t plug you with that shit.”
umemiya always thought you were pretty, but something about you in this position, spread out for him, had his heart swelling a little more than usual.
“where do you want me?” he breathed out, gently nosing your cheek and chuckling at the way you murmured his name. his fingers gently traced your folds, relishing in the way your body jerked at his touch.
“‘dun care,” you sniffled, tears pooling in your eyes. “jus’ want you, haji.”
umemiya’s jaw clenched at the admission, and he couldn’t help the way he ground his clothed dick against your exposed core. the friction of his jeans causing you to cry out and grip onto his shoulders.
“take ‘em off,” you whined, one hand snaking down to paw at his belt. “…please.”
“tell me where you want me first, pretty girl,” he cooed, pants getting impossibly tighter at the way you opened your eyes and peered innocently up at him.
“want you everywhere,” you admitted, hands coming up to cover your face as your cheeks heated up.
ume let out a curse under his breath, breath hitching at how cute you were being. you were laid bare for him, everything stripped from your body and multiple orgasms drawn out by him and you still felt shy.
“good girl,” he groaned, hands reaching down to finally remove his pants. despite your previous embarrassment, you sat up and laid your hands over his own, wanting to help him undress.
“wanna help you feel good, too,” you murmured shyly, cheeks heating up. umemiya had to stop himself from throwing his head back and groaning at the sight of you in front of him. “can i?”
“next time, angel,” he choked out, gently pushing you to lay back as he hovered over you. “let me feel you first, yeah?”
he lowered himself, pressing gentle kisses to your face as he began rutting against you, cock sliding messily through your folds. “feels big…” you muttered, pupils dilating the longer you stared at the man on top of you. “can it fit?”
ume felt himself get harder, if that was even possible, at your innocent tone. your teary eyes staring up at him tugged on his heart as he dropped down again to press a deep kiss to your lips.
“i’ll fit,” he’s confident. with how good you’ve been for him all night how could he not be? “trust me and i’ll take care of you, pretty girl.”
you clenched around nothing at the name, pussy already leaking all over his cock. “i trust you, haji,” you whispered out.
“open wide and relax f’me, okay?” his hands pushed your thighs further apart, pussy now on full display. his eyes locked onto your glistening hole, tongue darting out to wet his lips at the sight.
umemiya slowly started to ease himself in, holding himself back from thrusting in completely. the way your walls were stretching to fit him had him dizzy, head spinning from the grip you had on his cock. and the noises you made were downright sinful, whimpers and moans escaping your lips, your hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds—oh, that’s no good.
“don’t hide,” he grunted out, gently bringing your hand down. “i wanna hear those pretty noises.”
he pushed in as much as he could, cock drenched in your juices until he met resistance a little more than halfway in. you squealed at the feeling, head thrown back and back arched as he filled you.
“it‘s too much!” you cried out suddenly, walls seizing against him. he pressed a hand to your belly, eyes widening at the bulge he felt and saw peeking through your skin.
umemiya leaned down to press another kiss to your lips, peppering your face in them as a few tears escapes your eyes.
“you can take it,” he encouraged, groaning at the way you tightened around him. he eased the rest of his length into your heat, smiling at the way he completely disappeared inside you. “good girl—like that.”
he circled a finger lightly around your clit, not expecting it to throw you over the edge. you let out a high pitched moan, head thrashing and nails scratching down his arms as an orgasm washed over you. your walls squeezed him tighter, almost sucking him in.
“you already came, angel?” he asked, breathless from how tight you held on to him. “let me see you do that one more time.”
note: big fat thank u to anyone who made it to the end, hugs for u! kaji’s section being the longest… yeah drinking my clown juice rn. lmk ur thoughts!
Sick and TWISTED how fast I wrote this (inspired by this and I am so sorry)
“You’re just so pretty,” he coos, looking down to admire his handiwork.
The pink ribbons that adorn your body are twisted into an intricate pattern that strikes a gorgeous contrast against your skin. Suo finishes tying the final bow around your wrist, pulling it tight with his teeth before raising his eye to you.
“Is it too tight?” he asks, ever the gentleman. When you shake your head, he tuts in disapproval.
“Use your words, sweet girl...”
He’s still completely clothed, which is intimidating in itself, but the way he’s twirling the cord of your hitachi makes all the blood in your body run cold.
“No sir,” you swallow, hairs standing on end as you begin to hear the dull buzz of the wand filling the still air.
The smile that spreads across his face is slow, almost predatory in nature. You know that you’re in for it, and there’s nothing you can do, especially tied down like this. You’re so wet that it’s borderline embarrassing. Suo gently drags a finger across your pussy, playing with the slick that’s already begun to collect between your legs. A whimper of anticipation escapes your lips as he turns the toy’s power up three more notches. The buzzing is all you can hear now, it becomes harder to hear yourself think, and even more desperate for the sensation. He smooths a hand down your back as you begin to buck your hips and whine in protest.
“shhhh, I’ll take care of you,” he pauses for a moment, before positioning himself right between your legs.
Honeyed Kisses Against Tender Flesh (Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo) - NSFW
Author’s Note: I got carried away with this one. But shoutout to those of us who write for Hayato Suo cuz we really are working with crumbs. Like he’s whatever we say he is until we get more information.
Synopsis: Your friend Kotoha and brother Hiragi are worried about your relationship with Suo. It all comes to a head at the beach, to your embarrassment and Suo's delight. No big deal, though; you’ll just have sex against Hiragi’s truck or whatever.
Content Warning: I’m a really bad judge when it comes to dark content. To me, it’s a spectrum and while I don’t consider this particular story truly dark, others might. So I encourage you to read the warnings and make the best decision for yourself:
Smut with a plot, the obsessive kind of love, possessiveness, hickeys, bruises, biting, spit, enjoyment of public humiliation, teasing, licking of blood, sex/nudity in public, super brief mention of a golden shower, praising/worshipping language, unprotected sex, no-pulling out despite being asked (wrap it up, folks!), like he straight up says “nah.”
Also, please note that you are written as Hiragi’s sister in this story. I do not expand on your relationship, so you might be his half-sister, full-sister, step-sister, adopted sister, etc. I say this for my readers who may hold a racial/ethnic identity different from Hiragi, hoping that you can still feel like this story is for you (because it is <3). Minors Do Not Interact.
Word Count: 3.2K
Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.
On a day when you and your Bofurin friends decide to visit the beach, the unforgiving intensity of the sun makes you feel as though you’re simmering in a boiling pot. No one except you is ill-prepared; the men are wearing various colored shorts that seemingly match their personalities, and their unclothed torsos are on full, unapologetic display.
Kotoha, sitting on a beach towel next to you, is in a three-piece halter bikini set with a sheer sarong skirt that accentuates her curves. Even your brother Hiragi has abandoned his usual band shirt to showcase his well-toned arms and abs. You find it pretty horrifying but good for him, you think.
It’s hard not to be jealous of all the bare, suntanned skin as you take inventory of your fit. You are wearing an oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants combo that covers every inch of you. Underneath your hefty clothes is a simple but cute black two-piece bikini you originally planned to show off that day.
You are roasting under the sun's rays—and in your anger—as you glare at the person responsible for your attire: Hayato Suo.
He’s sitting on the beach towel with you, his perfectly parted hair blowing softly against the breeze. Despite his attempt at trying to appear inconspicuous in reading his book, you can tell that he’s very much aware of your disdain for him with the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.
Kotaho lowers her sunglasses so she’s looking at you over the rim of the frames.
“Why are you wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants at the beach of all places? I’m getting hot just looking at you.”
You shift uncomfortably, having hoped that this was not a conversation that would come up. You instinctively pull the collar of the sweatshirt higher until it’s tucked snuggly under your chin. “It’s not so bad! I just have to stay hydrated!”
Kotoha leans closer to you and lowers her voice, obviously trying not to catch the attention of Suo. “But why? Is this a cry for help because of you-know-who? Say the word, and I will scream.”
You and Kotoha have become close since you applied for a position to work at Cafe Pothos. She was your boss, but she’s also the embodiment of a girls-girl. You bonded over cooking and annoying brother figures; there wasn’t a thing you didn’t know about each other.
So color her shocked when one day she picked up her cell phone after receiving a series of texts that were coming in rapid succession. She had assumed the sender was Umemiya, but instead, they were from you!
8:50 PM: OMG
8:50 PM: You won’t believe what just happened to meeeeeeee ihfdnf
8:51 PM: SUO! SUO!
8:52 PM: He KISSED me!
8:55 PM: HELLO?! The love of my life just put his tongue in my mouth and you HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT ANSWER!? I’m heading to the cafe right fucking now.
Kotoha was confused, not because she didn’t think you deserved the world—you deserved the world and more. She was confused because she couldn’t picture you and Suo together. He was pleasant whenever he came into the cafe, only ordering tea and always leaving a big tip. But other than that, she didn't know much about him, and no one did, and that was a difficult thing to accomplish in a small town.
So when you finally ran into the cafe, practically colliding into the glass door as you shuffled in, Kotoha poured you a fresh cup of coffee, sat you down, and asked if you were sure about this.
Were you sure it was a good idea to date a guy who wore an eyepatch, had never been seen eating, and had a different story about his life every time he was asked? You assured her that Suo was the man of your dreams and you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. And while Kotoha may not know much about Suo, there were small moments that felt as though you were gradually building up to this kiss all along.
The way he’d offer to walk you home even though it was out of his way, how his hand would brush up against yours and linger when passing you coins to pay for his tea, and god, that smile of his that usually didn’t reach his eyes but did when he was talking to you.
You were adamant that this was something you wanted.
You didn’t exactly come out as “official,” though. In a strange way, your relationship just “was.”
Your friends acted as though you had always been together, and the way Suo became a constant in your life—walking you home after every shift from the cafe, texting and calling you more often, holding your hand in public, and taking you out on dates to your favorite places—made it difficult to remember what life was like before him. You quickly became the shadow of the other, and not without concern from Kotoha and Hiragi. Some would call your love for each other smothering, but to you; it was anything but that—it was perfect.
“Everything is fine, Kotoha, I promise.”
She lets out a sigh and pulls her sunglasses back up. You can see the reflection of the guys in her dark shades—Hiragi, Umemiya, Sakura, and Kaji playing volleyball, sand kicking up as shouts of, “get that, doofus!’ and “who are you calling doofus!?” traveling over to you but being drowned out by the roar of waves breaking shore.
A bead of sweat travels down the side of your face, and you look up at the sun, hoping to will it away with a pitiful look.
“Why not take off that burdensome outfit, sweetheart?”
Your head snaps in the direction of Suo, the tone in his voice–thick with faux concern–alluding to the pleasure he’s getting from watching you like this. He’s all too aware of what you’re hiding—he’s the culprit who put you in this situation.
He shrugs innocently, “you’re developing sweat stains,” you follow his finger as he points at you. To your horror, giant wet spots have formed at your armpits and collar. You groan, the realization that if you don’t shed these clothes soon, you’ll likely meet your untimely demise via heatstroke—and that’s a very unsexy way to go.
A shaky hand grips the drawstring of the sweatshirt, and you peel it off with the sweatpants following shortly after. Before you can set the clothes beside you, Kotaha lets out an audible gasp. You wince, knowing that your movements and her sharp intake of breath will surely draw the boys' attention—a result that you were trying your damnedest to avoid.
You thought Hiragi’s booming voice would be the first to reach your ears, but instead, it’s Sakura’s.
“What happened to YOU?!”
The volleyball spinning through the air hits him square in the chest; a loud thud has him doubling over in pain, but it’s not enough to break away Hiragi’s stare from the bruises and hickeys that litter your neck, chest, and thighs.
After gathering himself, Sakura stands up and turns his attention to Suo, “You should really keep a better watch over your girl. She’s obviously getting her butt kicked somewhere-”
Sakura is unable to finish before Hiragi interjects. He takes a step forward, and if you weren’t on sand, you’d be almost positive that the sheer force would shake the earth. “Suo, what did you do to my sister's skin?”
You stare at Hiragi, deep veins already protruding from his forehead. If looks could kill, Suo would be dead right now. You give a sideglance at your boyfriend, who has two hands raised near his head and his shoulders shrugged up to appear non-threatening.
“I am NOT doing this right now!” You proclaim, hurriedly picking up the keys to Hiragi’s car and padding through the sand, trying your damnedest to escape the sound of rising voices.
Suo follows you soon after de-escalating the situation. Assuring Hiragi that he may have gotten carried away with the amount of hickeys and bruises he left on your skin wasn’t easy by any means, but you two were both consenting adults, so there wasn’t much Hiragi could do anyhow. He desperately wanted to add that you didn’t mind the bruises when they were happening to you—but that didn’t seem wise.
Hiragi’s truck is parked next to the property line between the beach and the expanse of forest. When you arrived, the parking lot was full of people, but beach-goers packed their belongings and left as the day neared its end.
Suo can’t see you as he approaches the truck's passenger side, so he assumes you’re on the driver's side. As he rounds the corner, he’s met with the sight of you bending over and attempting to fish the keys off the ground, which must have fallen. The sight of your ass completely swallowing the seat of your bikini bottoms has him suddenly leaning against the car for support and blood flowing south. Even with one eye covered, he can see the outline of your puffy pussy. The bikini is much better, he thinks to himself.
You turn around, hearing the sound of gravel shifting quietly—hoping that your brother hasn’t followed you, but it’s Suo.
“Well, that was awk-“ you begin, but you're cut off. The fluidity and quickness of his motions still surprise and catch you off guard. He pins you in place to the truck with his body—chest to chest.
You can see arousal churning in his eye as his now rock-hard cock presses against your thigh. At that moment, you’re thankful that the shade of the trees shrouds this side of the truck and that anyone coming from the beach would need to walk around the vehicle to catch you in the act.
For Suo, the build-up of knowing what you were trying to hide from the group and the eventual reveal of his handiwork had given him one hell of a rush. Being in on the secret was fun, but the way Hiragi’s eyes darted over your skin, the way he caught Kaji’s cheeks reddening as his eyes swept over your exposed and marked-up flesh, it was practically unbearable.
Suo’s hand tugs at the string of your bikini top, and it doesn’t take long before the flimsy fabric releases and drifts to your feet. You shiver as cool air licks at your breasts and nipples, hardening the sensitive buds upon contact. It isn’t until Suo’s warm hands cup and massage your breasts that you let out a whimper; his touch feels firm and needy, delivering pinches and squeezes to the over-sensitive and bruised flesh.
“S-someone could c-catch us!” You protest in a hushed whisper, but you’re not pushing him away—you tilt your head back to rest it against the truck and arch your spine to give him more access to you.
“They’d be so lucky,” he growls softly into your neck.
As your stomach twists in arousal and nervousness, you know that the Hayato Suo who is fondling you in the parking lot against your brother's truck is a different Hayato than the one your friends interact with.
Suo is often poised and has immense control over his emotions, but sometimes, he gets so overcome by desire that it feels like a gaseous cloud is seeping into your pores and lungs.
You’ve become a welcome victim to the Suo that likes to grip you so desperately that he leaves bruises, bites you so hard that sometimes it breaks the skin, and fucks you so roughly that you’re confident that you’ve experienced the closest thing you can to death.
“Suo, we shouldn’t. They saw my bruises and the hickeys. Toma might kill you.”
“You can’t convince me that this isn’t something you want. This,” he presses two fingers against the seat of your bikini, which sink into the moistness of you, “tells me otherwise.”
Your face grows hot because he’s right. You’re not innocent in your shared dynamic like Kotoha, and Hiragi would like to think—you crave him just as much as he craves you.
You’re just as much of a thrill-seeker as he is but you two have to be quick; anyone in your group could come looking for you any second—and nothing would destroy your arousal more than Hiragi seeing your boyfriend fucking you in public. Suo would enjoy that, though.
It’s as though he can read your mind because Suo is pulling down your bikini bottoms so that they hang around your ankles.
His lips are on yours, his kisses somehow hungrier than his touches. Suo kisses you as though he’s found solace against the plush of your lips and the treasure housed within your mouth. He tilts his head so his tongue can explore every inch of you deeper; he’s unapologetically devouring you.
When he finally pulls away for air, his voice is low and almost gravelly, a departure from his usual calm tone.
“You make me become the most disrespectful version of myself, Y/N.”
His fingers roll and pinch at your nipples, but his eye is on yours. His gaze is intense, and even though he looks at you as though you are his prey and he is your predator, the last thing you want to do is look away.
He continues, “I want nothing more than to be the nice, sweet boyfriend your friends and brother want me to be, but you turn me into someone I don’t recognize.”
He’s pushing his shorts down, and you groan at the sight of him. His dick sits straight up against his abdomen with a slight curve, an aggressive vein pulsates on the side, and the crimson tip of it is smeared in an ungodly amount of precum. How can such a pretty dick look so angry?
Without much prep or warning, he pushes into your wet sex; he’s so deep so quickly that your body jerks reactively.
He can’t hold back the moan that escapes his lips at finally burying himself in you. His mouth has found purchase against your neck; both he and you can feel your pulse quickening, firing rapidly against his tongue as it reaches out to lick at your skin.
“When I look at you, just as you are, I want to ruin you. So if that means I’m covering you with bruises, hickeys, or the most intimate parts of me, so be it.”
He sinks his teeth into your neck, and the sharp pain makes your eyes roll back. The searing sensation doesn't last long as his tongue laps up the droplets of blood that bubble from the punctures.
“Tell me that you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you,” his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs around his waist, allowing him to bounce you on his cock..
“H-Hayato, I’m just as obsessed with you, baby. I promise.”
And you mean it. You’ve never felt a love quite so all-consuming and suffocating. He’s explored every inch of your body; at first, the way his eyes drank you in made you squirm, but he assured you that he was simply appreciating what was his—you wouldn’t fault an art curator for appraising the Mona Lisa, would you, Y/N? No? Then let me be.
Suo has licked parts of you with enthusiasm, parts that you’d be embarrassed to admit to anyone.
And for you, the taste of him is just as nourishing. When he pulls your head back by your hair, his hungry eye communicating to you without him having to say it, you find yourself eagerly opening your mouth and accepting his spit on your outstretched tongue.
The good girl muttered in his smooth voice afterward, and his infamous smile that reaches his eyes when he looks at you makes your clit twitch.
It doesn’t matter if it’s his spit, cum, or other golden liquid of his, you want it all.
During intimacy, Suo tears you down to the most basic, hedonistic version of yourself—his delivery never includes harsh language in the traditional sense—he would absolutely never call you out of your name. You are far too important to be called something derogatory. Sometimes you’ll refer to yourself as “his whore” or “his slutty girl,” and it will make him leak so much precum he has to catch his breath, but he hasn’t reached a point in which he has personally referred to you as those titles…yet.
For now, he uses deft fingers and honeyed words dripping in veiled threats of orgasm denial and overstimulation to push you to the precipice of your pleasure—and you trust him to build you back up afterward with softly cooed hymns of worship and strokes of your tender skin. To Suo, you are a goddess, a deity to be revered. To Suo, you are everything.
And it isn’t until moments like this that you see his mask slip. Your usually stoic boyfriend's mouth opening and closing in pleasure the same way that yours is, soft guttural moans escaping his lips and his brow furrowing, obviously about to lose control to you—-for you.
“You are everything, dove. You are my everything.” He groans as your silky walls clench around him, clutching him for dear life.
“You like it when I compliment you, pretty girl?”
You give him a grunt of approval, feeling yourself so close to becoming undone as he fills your head up with chants of his devotion.
At this point, each thrust has his dick bottoming out into your sopping-wet cunt. Pelvis to pelvis, you can feel every inch of you stretching to accommodate him. His maroon-colored pubic hair tickles at your skin, dampening at the contact of your slick as deep thuds from frantic thrusts fill the air.
And even though you’re only participating in a quickie, a rarity for you both, your cunt still drools just the same, streaks of it managing to glide down your inner thigh and leave droplets at his feet.
“S-suo,” your nails dig into his shoulders, resulting in a delicious hiss from his lips. “Y-you have to pull out! You aren’t wearing a c-condom!”
Suo presses his lips to your ear; you can barely make out what he’s saying over the soft gasps and the way he’s suckling at your earlobe that he has pulled between his teeth.
“I can’t. You’re mine, and I want to fill you up. So you have to take it, dove. Take all of it.”
And the way Suo says it, you know that he isn’t asking; he’s telling you what he plans to do to your body because you are an extension of him–you are his, and it’s his right to cum in you without silly obstacles like “protection.”
His pounding against your cervix feels animalistic, and the force of him fucking you is making the truck rock back and forth.
You bite your lip and hold onto him for dear life as that oh-so-familiar feeling takes over. Your thighs squeeze him, and to muffle the scream bubbling up into your throat, you take a note out of Suo’s handbook and bite his shoulder so hard that he sees a hot, white flash.
In that moment, you give each other everything—all of you becomes all of him—mixing into a mess of creamy, frothy white essence that drips down balls, legs, and thighs.
Between soft kisses on the fresh hickeys and bite marks along your neck, Suo chuckles, “Hiragi is going to be upset.”
The feelings Sakura has for you are suffocating, as is the mere thought of kissing you. He’s never been scared of anything more than he is when he’s alone with you, crimson down to the tips of his toes as he wonders whether you’ll realise what a terrible mistake it was to even agree to go out with him… and just as he turns to tell you how he feels his lips press against yours in a messy accidental kiss.
Togame likes to indulge in those languid kisses. The ones that are more like your lips lazily moving against each other than an actual kiss, his tongue salves against yours as he lets his hands explore your body. There’s never a sense of urgency when Togame has you like this, nor is there any expectations.
Kiryu’s kiss is unexpected, just like the way your eyes meet across the room when he sees you make a beeline for him. The burly man that looked as though he was harassing you following close behind as you close in on him. Barely able to raise a pierced brow before you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing your glossy lips to his in a fake kiss. It’s not invasive, in fact, it’s more of a lingering peck as you hold him against you— hopeful the guy bothering you will take the hint and leave. But it’s the way you look when you pull back with a small “thanks” that makes Kiryu want to give you a real kiss.
Tsugeura gives you a motivational kiss. The kind that he feels he’s deserving of whenever he has a good workout, or a successful fight. Almost like a reward as he wraps his arms around you and your lips meet, full of excitement and eagerness as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip. More often than not you’re the first thing he thinks of whenever he feels like a winner, because you’re the real reward and he wants to collect his prize.
Umemiya kisses you like it’s the last kiss you’ll ever have. Trying to pour every ounce of love and devotion that he holds into the kiss so you can feel how he feels. Hoping it translates with the way he strokes his fingers against your hips and his tongue brushes against yours, exploring every inch of you as though he’s afraid that this will be the final time and he’ll wake up from whatever dream this is.
Choji gives surprise kisses. Ones that you don’t expect to receive, and that come out of nowhere. Whether it’s a playful kiss to your lips, or a sloppy wet smooch to your cheek— it’s never quite the same and yet somehow it leaves you trying to ruin the surprise because you want more.
Tsubaki loves to tease you with indirect kisses. The type where you’ll both happily share a bottle of water or a glass of something stronger— his signature red lipstick smeared against the rim as he offers it out to you. Placing your lips in the exact same place as you share, some of the lipstick now smeared against your lips as you imagine how much messier it would be if he were to kiss you directly.
Suo seals everything with a kiss. Whether it’s a soft good morning, or a lingering farewell— he always makes sure to finalise it with the press of his lips to yours. Those kinds of kisses that leave you lightheaded as you sway from foot to foot, terrified your legs will fail you and leave you tumbling to the floor. And what makes it worse is the innocent smile he gives you after, as though he hasn’t just tried to consume you whole.
Sako gives you those sickly sweet kisses. The ones that leave you with icing around your lips and the sugary taste of sweets on your tongue as he leans down to pull your chair closer to his, feeding you more of the pretty, instagramable cake he’s ordered just so he can taste more of it on your tongue as he invades your mouth.
Hiragi constantly gives you those I thought I lost you kisses. The ones where he holds your cheeks in his palm as he bends his knees to meet your eyeline. His forehead pressed against yours as he breathes a sigh of relief to see that you’re okay, before he kisses you with that urgency and desperation that could only come from a man that almost lost everything.
Kaji gives you shut up kisses. He says he could listen to you talk all day— the saccharine sound of your voice better than any song he could ever listen to, but sometimes you really did talk too much. Asking him weird questions, or wondering whether he’d still love you if you were a worm. It’s nonsense, he thinks as he rolls his eyes and tries to ignore the way you yap away beside him. Pulling his sucker out from his mouth as he turns to press his lips to yours in a deep, lingering kiss. Effectively silencing you as your focus shifts towards deepening it, your tongue matching his movements as he tilts his head to the side to explore every crevice of you. Pulling away with a satisfied smirk as he renders you speechless, before popping the sucker back into his mouth.
Sugishita falls for the challenging kiss. The one where you tilt your head so sweetly and raise your brows in a mock taunt, cocking your hip to the side before smoothing your lips together as you ask “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” And you know Sugishita doesn’t like to lose— never one to back down from a challenge as he takes a tentative step closer to connect your lips in a messy clash of tongues and teeth.
Suzuri gives you a kiss on the inside of your hand as your palms hold his cheeks so tenderly. Unused to anyone treating a man like him with such care and concern— far more used to striking fear into the hearts of anyone he comes into contact with, and yet you look at him with such love and adoration.
Kusumi gives you emoji kisses all the time. Unable to go an hour without at least sending one across to you with absolutely no context. He often says the emojis are a promise of how many kisses he’ll give to you when he sees you, and he won’t be satisfied until you’re drowning in his kisses.
Endo and Takiishi give you a three-way kiss. One where you’re sat between them as they connect your lips together in a messy kiss that’s full of teeth, tongues and spit. Unsure who’s trying to devour who as you feel hands all over your body, groping and squeezing as you try desperately to keep up with both men— trying to match their movements as your tongue strokes against their lips, swallowing your moans as your gloss smears as far as your cheeks.
Uruyu and Seiryu give competitive kisses. Both men want to be better than the other, call it old fashioned sibling rivalry that you’ve managed to come between as they sit you between them. Barely able to recover from one set of lips as he pulls you into a sultry kiss before you’re being torn apart and pulled into another. It’s too much and not enough at the same time as they keep you on your toes— stealing the breath from your lungs as they vie to be the first to make you fold.
Honestly you people need to start thinking about fanfiction like a restaurant.
You do not have to order the salmon if you don't like salmon.
If I order the salmon, I am not forcing you to eat the salmon. Nor are you obligated to order it just because I am.
If we are going with the intention of sharing food, that's okay! I happen to like steak too. I don't need to order the salmon. I'm capable of going to the restaurant and not ordering the salmon. We can order the steak.
There is a whole menu of things you can have. The salmon is just an option. We can even find a restaurant that doesn't serve salmon at all.
Yes, I know some people are allergic to salmon. But I'm not going up to them and force-feeding it to them. The only way my salmon can hurt them is if they come to our table and take the salmon.
The only way you'll expose yourself to my salmon and the unpleasantness of eating it is if I tell you my dish has salmon in it and you insist on having a bite anyway.
You're midway through your meal and realize it has salmon in it? Okay. Lets send it back and order something else. Maybe you didn't see it in the ingredients list. Or maybe the chef didn't put it down.
Fandom: Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor Games
Warnings: fluff, teasing on both sides, somewhat canon with the game, not proof read
Word count: 1.3k
a/n: Since I made some cake the other night this idea was stuck in my head. First time writing for this redhead and the other characters might not be acting in canon but I couldn’t care less. My new obsession is strong with me. hehe
Synopsis: A special day demands some special celebration or the time Cal had a proper birthday party with cake and presents.
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A whirl of lights smudged with the pitch black of the galaxy flew past the sturdy cockpit of the Mantis. It has been almost a year since you’ve joined this strange crew, you now call family. The engine propelled the ship through hyper speed, unyielding in its path but due to its age - and the fights you’ve all been in - the metal groaned somewhat comfortably in the mix of passing stars and clusters.
You enjoyed those quite moments, when everyone tended to their own things and you were left alone. Normally you would be in the cockpit, reading and just absorbing the moaning of the metal and the gentle rattle of the ship, but not today. Today you could be found in the ships kitchen. Rummaging through the cabinets in search for the right ingredients. Cooking was something you enjoyed back when your world was still whole, but since the Empire crashed yours, standing behind a stove became a rare event. You were occupied with staying alive. This changed since you joined Cal and the rest of the crew. They were very appreciative of your cooking talents and it felt right - normal - to cook for the people you care about.
Tonight was no difference, so nobody would question you going about your business in the kitchen. Whipping up some delicious meal. “Krift!” You exclaimed, you were out of eggs. Disappointed you nibbled at your lower lip. Changing the recipe in your head already. “Guess I have to make due without them.” You muttered to yourself and shrugged. A curious leader peaked through the corner accompanied by curious beeps from his trustworthy companion. “Smells good as always, (Y/N).” Cal beamed at you with his boyish grin. A hand crept ever closer to the mixing bowl. “Hands off.” You scoffed and swatted his hand away. “It’s not ready yet” you explained lightly, amused that he tried it every time. “Busted as always.” BD chirped excited and peeked into the bowl too. “Can’t wait.” And with one last longing look into the bowl the redhead left you to it. You shook your head with a disbelieved grin on your face.
Some time had passed and the crew of the Mantis was gathered in the kitchen area. You finished your cooking not long ago and now Gabs was helping you setting the table. It wasn’t dinner time but the crew came to learn that you liked to have a midnight snack so like clockwork they made their way into the kitchen every night. “Let’s see what our skilled chef will dish out today!” Bravo clapped his hands together in anticipation. “You’ll have to wait a bit until everyone is here.” Gabs reminded her friend with a stern voice. “Not fair, I’m craving a nice midnight snack and look it’s past midnight already.” You tuned out their typical banter when Gabs reprimanded him again about patience.
On the kitchen counter hidden from the rest of the crew, stood a freshly baked cake. With skillful hands you were putting down some finishing touches. When you and Gabs had have one of your seldom girls nights, you got a bit melancholic - you blamed the strong booze for that. It has been years since you celebrated any birthday, not only your own. You missed the cake, the presents and the get together. Gabs, who wasn’t immune to the effect of the alcohol, put an arm around your shoulder, raised her glass dangerously high and yelled. “Let’s have a birthday party for Cal. Bet he didn’t had have one either.” It so happen to be his birthday today and you loved the giddy feeling, when you thought about his reaction.
“Cal, you coming? Midnight snack’s ready.” You called out for the Jedi. He was in the back, tinkering at either his lightsaber or BD. “Coming, just finishing something up.” It took a couple of minutes for him, but the look on his face when he entered the dimly lit kitchen was worth the wait. In preparation, you handed each one a sparkler and dimmed the lights so the crackle of lights could be seen better. A few emotions washed over his face when he saw his friends gathered in a somewhat celebratory setting. You noticed how the faint sparkle glistened in his green eyes and you could’ve sworn that they glazed over, when he heard why you did this.
“Happy birthday, pal!”
BD beeped cheerfully and hopped from one food onto the other, a little celebration dance, wishing his friend a happy birthday in his own way. The table was set with small plates, forks and in the middle throned a delicious cake with candles and frosting. “Come come, you need to blow out the candles.” Gabs was as excited as if it was her birthday. She hurried the redhead to his seat. “Close your eyes, make a wish and blow them out.” Cal had already closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, when Gabs interrupted again. “Oh wait.” He opened one eye, holding his breath. “You’re not allowed to tell anyone what you wished for. Otherwise it won’t come true.” Cal looked at her, one eyebrow raised and his breath still hold. “She’s done now.” You saved him from passing out, because Gabs just stared at him, waiting. You snorted involuntarily, she was one to lecture Bravo about patience.
The lights of all candles had gone out with a single blow. Everyone cheered and clapped. You removed the candles from the cake and proceeded to cut it into slices. “Birthday boy first.” You said with a stern voice but with a warm smile, when Bravo was complying again, that he wanted some too. The last slices of cake were put away, the table was cleaned, presents had been hand over and for the rest of the night you all retorted to your own quarters.
Cal was beyond happy and grateful for this little break of the status quo. He was tinkering again at his workbench with an absentminded smile on his face, when you searched for him. “Careful, this happy mood might stick around.” You joked when you stood behind him and placed your hands around his neck. He turned in your embrace and kissed your nose affectionately. “Thank you.” You nudged his nose with yours and stepped closer to him - relishing in his warm presence. “Anytime. But I can’t take all the credit. It was Gabs idea, initially.” You admitted matter of factly. “Then I should thank her too.”
“Hopefully not the same way as you’re gonna thank me.” You smirked up at him with a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Who knows, maybe she’s up for it.” He teased you with this boyish grin you came to love. You loosened your grip around his neck, as if you wanted to break free. “Maybe Bravo wants to have some more cake then.” His grip around your waist tightened and he squeezed the flesh there warningly. “You started it. Don’t forget that, Kestis.” You cocked your head up and closed the distance between your lips. “I’m going to make it up to you.” He mumbled before he leaned into the kiss and reciprocated it.
“You’ve never had cake before?” You shrieked a bit too loud. Your lover shook his head and pursed his lips. “Maybe I did, when I was younger, but I can’t remember it anymore.” You scooted closer to him on your shared bed. You contemplated bringing up his old crew, not wanting to ruin the light hearted mood. As if he read your mind, he continued. “We celebrated birthdays… with Cere and the others… “his voice trailed off and his gaze became distant. “But not with self made cake, hm.” You added quietly. His thoughts returned to the present and his eyes focused on you again. “No, not with that. And besides I don’t think Greez could’ve beat you in baking.” He quipped lovingly. “Stopp schmoozing me up. You’ve got your cake and ate it too.”
a/n: I am back! Ugh I missed writing so much but work got the better of me. But now that I have some days off I couldn’t wait to write this. ♡
Synopsis: You managed to save your savior. And things progress with your neighbor, but a shared secret bears always risks.
Previously on Scary Love:
“Don’t die, please. Oh goddess, please don’t let him die!” You pleaded into the dark sky. With his last breath you send out a desperate prayer to any deity that would listen.
Please don’t let him die. Take me instead.
Hot white light blinded you and for a second, you thought that the thug had got you too. But after your eyes adjusted to the brightness and the light faded, a familiar figure greeted you in the emptiness.
“Sister?”
Disbelieve mixed with uncertainty dwelled inside of you. In front of you stood a tall woman dressed in a white robe with a hood over her hair. You squinted to get a better look at the woman’s face, your sight were still a bit blurry from the flash. Under her pure white hood a streak of turquoise hair peeked out. You remembered fondly how you envied your sister for such a unique color and how much you loved to play with it when you were little. There was no mistake, the woman before you was your sister, your older - dead - sister.
“Welcome, my little butterfly.”
Tears brimmed in your eyes and overcome with joy you stepped towards her. “Nei-nei! What by the Goddesses are you doing here?” Your otherworldly sister opened her arms and hugged you tight. “I heard your wish, little butterfly”, she chuckled heartily.
“But tell me, do you really wish to trade your life for his?” She sighed, her mood completely changed in mere seconds. When you separated, she grabbed your shoulders and looked past you. Behind you laid your savior, bloody and pale. You followed her gaze and forgotten was the joy of seeing your sister again. Guilt sunk deep in your stomach like a heavy stone that would crush you any minute.
“I am, Nei-nei.” You wriggled out of her grasp and stepped towards the man. “He saved me, if there is any chance I can save him now,” you sighed with a resolute smile. “I have to take it, even when it means that my life would end here.” Your sister followed you to the lifeless body. “My beautiful little sister. Always ready to sacrifice herself - even for a mere human.”
You smiled up at her, as you had been kneeling beside the man, ready to accept your destiny. A sad smile appeared on the other woman’s lips and the next thing you saw, was your ceiling in a pitch black bedroom.
Confused you sat up in your bed. You bent your legs and wrapped your arms around them, a hundred thoughts circling in your head, they took you on a roller coaster and clouded your thinking. What had happened? Was the fact that you lived proof that your savior had died? But why else did your sister answer your prayer? She had never been cruel, so she wouldn’t answered you just to show how powerless you were. Nausea mixed with uncertainty spread across your body. Scowlingly you surrendered to the maelstrom of your gloomy thoughts, rocking back and forth in your bed to cope somehow.
Meanwhile in the apartment upstairs, Matt woke up in his bed, confused and startled. The last thing he remembered was shielding you from the gunshot and then everything went black. He noticed that he wasn’t wearing his black mask and suit anymore and the wound was gone too.
“You should be grateful that the Great Healer has such a soft spot for earthlings.”
Matt couldn’t believe his ears. Every sense told him that the black cat next to him just spoke - but that couldn’t be true, could it? His whole body was in flight or fight mode, all tensed up. “No need to be alert. I am not here to hurt you. I am just here to deliver the news. Don’t you humans have a saying for it? Something like not to kill the messenger?” Salem got up, stretched his body and trotted towards the open bedroom door. “Anyway don’t fret it. You got a second chance. Use it wisely, human.” And with that he literally shifted through the ground.
Now alone with his thoughts, Matt tilted his head to the left, listening for you. He led out a breath he was holding, when he sensed you. You were rocking back and forth in your bed. He shifted his thoughts towards you. Were you alright? Did you know what had happened to him? How was he still alive? And why on earth could your cat talk? So many questions, so little answers. But for the moment, Matt was just happy to know you save and sound in your apartment. He could feel your nervousness and discomfort and he would’ve loved to come down and comforted you, but he couldn’t. Not without revealing who he was and what he did. So he had to be content with the way it was now.
The minutes ticked by and the sun drove the dark clouds away, New York woke up to a sunny winter morning.
Still stirred up both, you and Matt, got ready for the day. After all you both had jobs to go to. Dawn was creeping steadily into your apartment, illuminating the room and somewhat your clouded mind. A hot shower and a stop by Mrs. Puddifoot, that’s what you needed after last night.
The incident from last night was constantly playing on loop in your mind and more often than not you caught yourself flinching at the imaginary gunshot going off. The fact that you met your sister almost overshadowed the fact that a man just died because of you. If you dwelled too long on that thought, you wouldn’t stop crying for days. But you pushed those thoughts deep, deep down. Now was not the time to think. In that matter you and your upstairs neighbor had a lot in common.
Wondering where your black companion went off to, you locked your front door and turned towards the staircase. So lost in thoughts, you didn’t see Matt coming down from his floor. He was greeting you with tender words and a warm smile. But you paid him no attention, only when he touched your arm, you snapped out of your trance.
“Sorry Matt. I didn’t see you.”
“That’s usually my line.”
He tried to lighten the mood a bit, but you only could muster a lopsided smile. You felt like on autopilot, feeling everything a bit duller. Matt sensed something was off with you this morning. Your eyes were puffy, your demeanor was stiff and your voice sounded defeated and sad. Of course he knew why you were in such a state but he couldn’t say anything, so he had to pretend and just act like the concerned neighbor.
“Everything okay?” He asked cautiously while you both made your way downstairs. You didn’t want to talk about last night but one part of you wanted - no, needed - someone to confine in and comfort you. Telling you that this wasn’t your fault and there wasn’t anything you could’ve done to save the man in black. You felt utterly numb. As you recalled the unpleasant memories and told Matt what happened you reached the lobby.
“I was saved”, you looked up towards the dirty ceiling, almost if you sent another prayer. “But my savior wasn’t. He was shot after he took down the thug.” Your eyes lost focus, your voice emotionless. Matt listened patiently the whole time. Something in you died along with him last night. He could feel it in the air around you and in your body language. He could almost hear the sound of glass shattering. Two sides fought inside the dark haired vigilante. Torn inside, he threatened to choke on his conflicting feelings.
In fact, he cared for you. True you only knew each other briefly but something about you eased his senses, made him feel calm. Whenever you talked to him he had the feeling of being healed from within. He couldn’t help it but search for your presence. He made sure to leave the house each morning when you did, even if that meant being way too early at his office. He made sure to listen to your heartbeat and steady breathing when he came home from his nightly duty. Feeling a bit creeping but at the same time so relaxed that he fell asleep almost instantly.
You cleared your throat and drew his focus back to you. A sliver of hope glinted in your eyes and an idea formed in your head. “You’re friends with this police officer, right?” You didn’t wait for Matt to answer. “Can you please, please, ask him if … I dunno, the man with the black mask was brought in by ambulance or”, you gulped trying to get rid off the lump in your throat, “Admitted to the morgue?” You held onto his arm, the feeling of something firm beneath your fingertips calmed you. Matt withdraw his arm, catching your wandering hand with his. He squeezed it firmly. “I’ll have a word with Brett.” He smiled the smile that made your heart went a little bit faster. “If you want some company tonight. I’m always up for Thai.” This time you returned his smile with an honest one. “I’d love that.” With that you parted ways and went to your respective offices.
The evening came not fast enough and then too fast for your liking. Foggy wasn’t very happy, when Matt told him, that he wouldn’t join them at Josie’s for some afterwork drinks but as soon as Matt mentioned your name, Foggy couldn’t help, but tease him non stop. Saying things like “of course we can’t compare to a nice meal with your favorite /female/ neighbor.” Matt thought it was silly. The thing between you two wasn’t like that - some part of him, the one he tried to silence, wished it was. But although he knew what kind of effect he had on you, he was sure it was all physical attraction. If you knew what he did at night, when he let the devil out, you would not want him. The things he had to do, apart from the saving, were something he wasn’t proud of. Only God could forgive those sins, so what was one more, when he thought of you under the shower.
The streets in Hell’s Kitchen changed their colors, when the sun sank behind those tall skyscrapers. Normally you loved to stroll through the buzzing streets but tonight felt different. The attack too fresh in your mind. You hesitated for a moment when Rebecca offered you a lift home. But she would have to do a detour and you didn’t want to be a bother to your coworker. So you took the underground home, like always and like always you would walk the last part to your apartment. But tonight every little sound made you jump and you lost count of how many times you turned to make sure no one was following you. Hyper aware of your surroundings you hurried over the old pavement. You almost forgot to pick up the Thai food you ordered, stopping by the small restaurant on the last minute. It was a save haven. All the different smells invading your senses felt like a break and your racing heart could go back to its normal rate.
Finally home, you let out a shaky breath. “Salem?” You called into the dark apartment. A purring echoed through the dark and a warm body was pressed against your legs. You chuckled humorless. “Sometimes you really behave like a cat.” Salem stopped brushing against your legs. “I thought that you needed some comfort tonight.” His voice nonchalant as ever but you knew him long enough that you could hear his concerns for you. You stooped down and ruffled his fur. “How exceedingly thoughtful of you.” He purred again. “I have my moments.” You just quickly stepped into your bedroom to put on something more comfortable, conscious of the hot food getting colder and after minutes you rushed out again.
“I’m gonna head down to Matt. Try and don’t miss me too much.” You ruffled Salem’s fur a last time, then grabbed the takeaway and your keys and made your way downstairs.
Waiting for your neighbor to open the door, you recalled the first time you knocked on his door. The way he opened it in only his boxer briefs. His hair all ruffled and a sheepish grin on his lips. You fell for him that day and you fell hard. First it was only physical attraction but now after getting to know him, you couldn’t help the crush you developed. Your thoughts were cut short, when said crush opened the door. You held the bags of Thai up and smiled. “Got our dinner.” He returned the smile and stepped to the side so you could enter.
Settled on the couch with a bottle of wine and the fast food containers, you sat next to him. Seeing him in blue sweatpants and a normal shirt was so different than seeing him in a suit and tie. It was a nice change, made you feel strangely familiar. You snorted, what a silly thought. It was still normal lounge wear, but still it had something intimate. You decided that Matt looked good in everything, even in sweatpants and t-shirt. “What’s so funny?” His deep timbre filled the air and you didn’t realize that you chuckled audibly.
“Eeh, nothing. Really.” You could feel his questioning look even behind his glasses. “It’s just … seeing you in something else than a suit and tie is… kinda strange?” You shrugged and took a sip of your wine. “You have seen me in something else than my work attire.” Of course he was referring to your first meeting, that sneaky bastard. Matt knew that the sheer mention of it got your heart beating a bit faster and your cheeks a bit warmer. And today wasn’t any different. You groaned embarrassed. “Why do you have to bring it up every time?! As if me interrupting your fun time wasn’t embarrassing enough.”
Matt chuckled and put down his empty box. The mood shifted into something playful and flirty. Matt would’ve loved to keep it that light but he promised to talk to Brett and he did, well he would tell you he did, but ultimately he didn’t had to. He wanted to ask you if you healed him and if so how did you do it. And he wanted to ask you about your cat! Definitely a pout Salem. This shook him more than the fact, that he died and came back from the dead apparently. But he couldn’t ask all those question.
This dilemma gnawed at him for the whole day. His conflicting emotions were flittering over his face for a second, not long enough for you to notice but for him to put a stop to his running thoughts. He needed to focus on something else - so he did by shifting his entire focus on you. The way your body dented his couch or how the scent of cardamom from your curry still lingered on your lips. Or the way you brushed through your hair, when you couldn’t stand the tingle of it on your skin anymore. Or the way you held the wine glass with your dominant hand but switched it occasionally just to put your hand on his when he said something funny. Or how your heart rate was always a bit higher than usual when you were near him.
This wasn’t helping at all! Thank God you saved him from his spiraling thoughts by asking him about his research. “What did your police friend say?” You nippled on your bottom lip. Not ready to hear the answer. Matt searched for your hand and you feared the worst. “There wasn’t a body in either the hospital or the morgue that would’ve fit your description.” You exhaled loudly, relieved that your savior was still alive. But then… your mind was racing. This meant that your sister saved him after all. Tears pricked your eyes and you sniffled lightly. The fountain that had been buried since this morning burst open and all the suppressed emotions gushed out. “I’m so glad.” You put your glass down and wiped over your face. “It’s silly isn’t it?” You let out a dry laugh, wiping away more tears. “I don’t even know who he is and still…” Matt shook his head. “It’s not silly. Not at all.” He patted your arm compassionately.
He opened his arms, offering a hug. You half hiccuped, half laughed before you leaned in.
The first thing you noticed was his warmth. The comfort of his embrace seeped into your very being. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. Content with the feeling of his hands on your back. The second thing you noticed was his quick heartbeat that echoed through your chest and danced with your own quickened pulse.
After what felt like a long time you pulled apart. “Thank you, Matt. Really.” You emphasized each word with a meaningful look. “Anytime, (Y/N).” He still held onto your hands, drawing small circles with his thumb over them. It felt nice, safe and naturally. You drank in his appearance, now being so close to him. He didn’t wear his glasses and you could see his brown - unmoving - eyes, you always wondered what he could pick up with his other senses. His hair was still s bit damp from the shower he took earlier and as you were scanning over his features you noticed small cuts and bruises over his jaw and on the side of his neck. Without thought you traced over the wounds.
“What happened there?”
“Ran into an open cupboard door at the office. It’s nothing.”
“And what about here?”
You traced over the big bruise that extended from his neck to his shoulder, moving his shirt out of the way a little. He caught your wandering hand. “I’m blind, (Y/N). Sometimes I overlook things and then I stumble.” You couldn’t help but feel bad. Matt got so defensive and you had the feeling that he didn’t wanted to talk about the real reason. Maybe you overstepped. Matt must’ve sensed your inner struggle, as he began caressing your hands again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off so snappy.” You stopped him with a wave of your hand. “And I shouldn’t have pried.” You freed your hand from his, reluctantly. “Here let me show you something.” Matt knitted his brows together, a questioning look on his face. “Just trust me and hold still for a second.” With that you put your hand on his bruised jaw, closing your eyes and focusing on his wound.
Heat radiated from your hands and his world on flames glowed a bit brighter. A humming filled the air, it built up, peaked, and ebbed away. After a minute or so you opened your eyes again and removed your hand from his face - now fully healed. “You forgot to sing: Flower gleam and glow, Let your power shine.” Matt tried to comprehend what just happened. With aliens falling through a whole in Midtown and literal Gods flying by, he shouldn’t be surprised that you could heal wounds. Now he was certain that he owed you his life.
“I don’t have magic hair.” You nudged him into his shoulder. “I have never shown that to anyone…” your eyes skittered over his apartment. “To tell the truth, I’m not aloud to use my powers and I’m 99% sure that S.H.I.E.L.D will burst through your door any minute.” You laughed nervously. What were you thinking? You couldn’t take this back, what if they would do something to Matt just because he knew. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid heart, never listens to the head.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” He crossed his heart over-dramatically. You shoved at him playfully. Taking advantage of the momentum, he pulled you with him, so that you both were using the full length of the couch. “I promise!” He breathed while he was rubbing his thumb across your lower lip. Your gaze wandered towards his lips. Anticipation made itself known. He closed his eyes, leaning closer, so close that your noses almost touched. You could feel his breath fan over your face. Your eyes fluttered close and with a soft smile, you leaned fully into him.
He was careful, not demanding or anything. He kissed you with a tenderness that made you feel like the floor was swept away under your feet. Your lips parted and met several times and never did you feel an urge behind his actions. It was all sweet and tender movements. Almost innocent. Matt was a good kisser, the way he pulled you closer to him, so that you were fully laying on top of him was in stark contracts to the way he kissed you. When your lips parted again, this time for good, all you could do was exist and not think a single thought. A quick glaze towards the man under you, revealed that he was having the same trouble. Never had he thought that he would feel so light hearted, so content. And all this from just mere kisses.
“Wow.”
He chuckled lightly.
“Yes, wow.”
After a few blissed out moments you shifted your weight, laying comfortably on his chest. Silent fell over you. Not an uneasy or awkward one. No, it was so easy with Matt. There were no need for words. It was a spurt of the moment. You both enjoyed each others company, both were lost in their own thoughts. There was much to discuss but not tonight and probably not tomorrow. But soon, that was sure.
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