she hated it. insomnia. she couldn't sleep, even after using the only drug that once made her sleep a little better, sex.
she laid there, her lover by her side probably asleep as she laid on her back, staring at the roof and counting her breaths but eventually losing count only to start all over again.
with a huff after some time passed, maybe an hour or two, she finally decided to get out of the sheets and put on an over sized tee that was on the floor and head to the balcony, grabbing her cigarettes with her on the way out.
he foot steps leaving thuds in its wake inside the silent room, the sound barley louder than the AC.
closing the balcony door softly so she won't wake up her lover, she opened the packet and took out the lighter she left there and a cig.
she lit the cig and took a long puff, finally feeling refreshed or alive. the cig hung loosely from her fingers while she leaned on the balcony, looking up at the stars that weren't that bright due to the bright billboard just across her apartment complex.
she took 5 more puffs and flicked her cig out the street. looking the at cig fall from the 5th floor to hit the floor, she wondered what it would be like if it was a body instead.
she stood there for a little more only to end up looking at her crooked nails and dehydrated skin. guess the nicotine is getting to her, but she doesn't even care.
after a while of just empty thoughts and bright lights from the billboard and noisy cars from the distance, she decided that it was finally time to head back and hopefully be able to sleep.
getting back into the apartment, she shut the sliding door behind her softly as to not wake up her lover and entered the bathroom
she looked at her face in the mirror, eyebags evident and hair a mess, her shirt loose on her shoulder and her lips swollen but purplish.
she snatched her brush from the stand and started brushing her teeth, hopping that the smell would go away
getting out, she fixed her hair and stepped to the bed, softly getting back into the sheets
"hey babe.." her lover said, voice hoarse from sleep
"hey.." she whispered to him, her lips stretching into a tired smile
"what are you doing still up?" asked her lover
"nothing. just went out for some fresh air because i couldn't sleep" a half lie. she leaned down, touching her lips with his in a soft kiss
"let's get back to sleep" was all she said before laying down and cuddling up to him not knowing that no matter how much she brushes her teeth he could still smell the cigarettes.
But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee...
And I could taste it on her lips when we kiss...
-tv girl
Love isn't all about smut, it's about affections too.
It's not only about the 'ah's, but also about the 'haha' 'hehe' and everything sweet.
It's about loving each other despite out insecurities and lacks.
It's about accepting each other's bad habits and help getting rid of them.
It's about waking up every morning and laugh at the other's bead head or take silly photos of the other sleeping.
It's bout being an energizer for the other person.
A safe place and a shoulder to rely on.
Being there when the other is having a bad day and trying to communicate when they're feeling down, or just be there when they don't want to speak.
It's about reigniting the spark when it dulls, even when the other thinks there's no hope.
It's about being a source of hope for the other person.
It's about living together and loving each other even if you think the love isn't there anymore
Even if you think the spark has vanished.
Even if you think that being together isn't gonna work anymore. You'll have to try together until it's no more.
And instead of leaving, you hold up on these circumstances and still have hope that it can get back to how it was.
It's about being patient with your s/o even if they take a while.
Sometimes you get tired of your lover, your partner, but after a small break you would come back to how you were.
Getting tired doesn't mean you don't love them or that you fell out of love, it just means you need time fore yourself to rewind and come back to how you were.
To recharge your heart energy. Things could get overwhelming ya know.
After all, that's how humans live.
so love isn't only about the smut, but also about the little things in it.
*all characters are aged up. this plot hold place years after the original plot*
angst, mention of violence, not proof read
"who was it?" he muttered, his sense of urgency ringoing out to you as he closed the door you'd once opened - forcing you back into the apartment.
He halted upon the sight of your injuries, eyes narrowing as his pupils roamed you up and down , assessing the sloppy bandages you hadn't tied propa of keeping the situation hidden from him. He was quick to find the bruises under your shirt, his fingers latched around around the hem as he sighed upon your condition. He scowled at you once you locked eyes.
Umemiya knew the exact reason as to why you hadnt bothered to tell him first. He hated that. You were his girlfriend- yet, you always seemed to prioritise Bofurin's duty to the town which led you to think that you' only bother him if you were the only person in danger.
"I'm your boyfriend, god damnit." His gaze subtly softened as he pulled you towards him. "Don't just hide this from me."
He paused. wanting to regain his composure - swiftly kissing you in the process, hoping it would take your mind off the pain briefly.
"How can I protect you when you can't even tell me this?" He mutters to you, breaking the kiss. "This doesn't concert the town of Bofurin, it's between you and me. Tell me who it is."
You lowered your head and shook it slowly, unable to look him in the eyes "I- I'll only be a bother, Ume.." you said softly, voice arely above a whisper.
He was quick to react as you refused to meet his gaze, holding your chin between his index and thumb, lifting your head forcing you to look at him, his frown only deepening as your voice was barley audible.
He was trying to be patient with you - but his blood was boiling, the sight of your wounds causing him great distress.
"No" he spoke between gritted teeth "You're never a bother to me. You're my girlfriend."
Your breath got caught on my throat and you averted your eyes looking everywhere but his "B-but you'll be busy from you duties at Bofurin and I don't want to do that.." you said, taking a step back slightly from him, hands intertwined together and eyes shaking nervously, the earlier events and pain starting to get to you.
"Stop it." his stern voice called out, as he pushed you against the wall, preventing you from taking another step back from him.
If you new there was anythung that would trigger the side of Umemiya he only showed you - it was being stubborn and refusing to open up to him about your worries.
Both his arms pressed against the wall on either side of you, traping you between him and the wall to prevent you from running away.
"Do you really think I prioritize my duties over you?" He asked, voice stern yet so soft as to not add on your distress.
you shook your head slightly "n-no..." you said softly, eyes finally finding his and breath getting stuck in my throat when I do so "but you'll end up injured .. and I don't like seeing you injured and full of scars" you said, voice soft "and you might get stabbed too.." I whisper the last sentence
He felt his breath hitch on his throat as you finally looked yup at him, his eyes darkening as they noticed the slight look of fear in your eyes.
He paused at your words, listening to your concerns - and he could feel some of his anger wash away as he realized the real reason you hadn't told him.
"Do you know how much it pisses me off when you look like that?" His right hand moved from the wall to cup your cheek in his palm
"When you have that look in your eyes like you're worried about me...?"
"But I am!" you retorted back, voice quivering but stil raising a few notes "I am worried about you. Do you know ho w=hard it is to patch you up and act like veerything was okay whnen it wasn't? Do you know how much my heart aches when I try to pat some alcohol into your cut just for you to wince from the pain? It hurts so much seeing you in that state, Ume. I don't want to see you in that state anymore." you rambled, blinking in hopes for tears that are threatening to escape your eyes to go back inside only for them to fall out.
"But if you want to know who did this, it's the stupid new gang that's down the shopping street."You confessed after moments of silence, Hand gripping into your arm in hopes of grounding yourself and not break down.
"And if you're going to them, make sure to come back uninjured..." you said, voice calming down and eyes finding his softening ones.
His heart ached as you confessed everything, the tears in your eyes causing his hands to clench. He felt a pang of guilt as you mentioned tending to his injuries, the mental image of you forcing a smile on your face as you helped patching him up causing the pit in his stomach to grow.
He was never good at handling tears. Especially from you.
Moments of silence pass by until you decided to break the silence "you can go after them if you want" You sighed and dropped your head, indicating that he could go after them
He knew that tone. There was no denying you were holding yourself back from telling him to stay - but he knew you didn't want to seem selfish and overprotective, even though you're the victim here.
"Hey..." he calls out softly as he leans forward slightly, his forehead resting against yours an an effort to get you to look at him.
He knew what you were doing.
"Look at me." he said in a low voice only for you to hear in this empty apartment.
You stayed silent for a few more second making him frown as you ignored his request. H e knew what you were thinking, that you would cry if you lookmed at him and that he would feel bad.
And yet, he didn't care.
He wanted you to cry. H e wanted you to rely on him. If that meant you needed to be tearful to do so, then so be it.
His voice was stern and unwavering as he spoke "You're too stubborn for your own good" he sighed, head still leaning on yours
You clenched your jaw, holding back an upcoming sob "I... I think I'm..." then sighed, unable to form a sentence at the moment, but Umemiya stayed silent, waiting for you to gather yourself
You took a deep breath and spoke up "I... just want to hold you right now.. can I?" you finaly said after long seconds od silence, Looking up to meet waiting his grey eyes.
There they were. Your eyes.
He felt like he could finally let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.
His heart skipped a beat upon seeing your vulnerable state. "Of course..." He murmured, his arms moving to pull you against him.
Upon feeling the contact with his body, you finally broke down, sobs and wails echoing throughout the apartment. The whole events of that day falling on your mind, the pain from the bruises and cuts you got that morning dawning in on you and pain invading your system.
It was as if your brain was finally able to realize what has happened to your body.
"I'm sorry.." was all you could manage to get out between your cries "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." you said, fists clenching his white shirt and tears staining it.
He held you with a firm grip, feeling you finally letting go of your pent up emotions, the sounds of you deep sobs breaking his heart into pieces.
"Don't apologize.." he muttered against your ear - his voice gentle yet firm as an attempt to sooth you. He began to pat your head gently, trying to calm you down.
"Don't apologize - you didn't do anything wrong..." he whispered, kissing your hair.
After a while of sobs and consolation, you decided to speak up "I..." you paused for a second "I want you to go teach those idiots a lesson" you said, voice small yet audible
Umemiya paused upon hearing your request and you didn't have to tell him twice to be out of the door.
Their lips were so soft and so addictive, and just the thought of them kissing and licking every single inch of your body leaving hickeys behind, had you move your hips grinding down on them. Desperate for any kind of contact.
Oh the way they would hold your hips, or the way they would tilt their head to deepen the kiss. And, lord have mercy, the way they would let you slump into their chest, their chest vibrating from their chuckles.
When they're in an uncomfortable position, they would cup your neck easily and move into a more comfortable tilt.
The way their hands would travel under the hem of your shirt just to touch your chest and pinch your nipples, have you moaning into the kiss. And they would gladly swallow in ever noise you make.
Their smirk against your lips when they pull the waistband of your pants just to let go and let the material snap into your skin, loving the gasp you make against their lips.
They would most definitely tease you till tears form in your eyes, begging just for enough pleasure.
Till then, they would tease the living hell out of you, toying with you, pleasuring you, but just not enough. The pleasure is there, but it's not enough. Your body heating up, but not to the point of pleasure, it's just the itchy pleasure.
And you would do anything to get that pleasure, even if it means throwing away your self control and shame. Even if it means begging on all fours with your ass in the air for them to blow air into your hole.
Even if it means not being able to feel their hands touching you, just their voice calling you a dirty slut. If getting pleasured means being a dirty slut, then you happily are one.
You would do anything for the pleasure they provide you with, and they would definitely give it to you. Just a little bit more, you just have to hang on a little bit more, because if you bend down from your position just an inch you'll be punished.
You know you weren't getting away from his grasp the moment you tried to be playful, jumping on the bed and trying to escape him, only for him to get a hold of your ankles, pulling you flush against him, your core pressing against his lower abdomen with your legs hanging in the air.
The way he pulled off your shorts with ease, making sure to keep your neck secured and not pressure your body weight into it and your lower half.
Ripping off your panties left you exposed, making you gasp from the sudden cold contact with the air.
He pulled you up with ease, always taking the chance to remind you of the difference in power between you two. Always reminding you he can break you if he wants to.
Shifting closer to the middle of the bed, he laid you down with ease, your core still pressing into his abdomen, making him go feral, and you can very much clearly feel his growing erection, pressing up into your lower back in a bit of an uncomfortable angle.
Leaning closer to your face, he kissed your lips feverishly as if it was his first. Pulling off his grey sweaters along with the kelvin boxers allowing his dick to slap your inner thigh making you moan into the kiss while he gladly sucked in all of your noises.
Sitting up, he found no reason to prep you since you were already leaking, pussy basically begging to be filled.
Leaning down, he pressed his forehead to yours, to let your mind off the slightly painful stretch his cock is doing to your pussy. He was basically chanting praises in your mouth while you arched your back, tits covered with a thin cloth touches his bare chest, reminding him that there's a cloth in your body.
While letting you adjust, he lifted off of you slightly to shuffle with you shirt, making you free from the straining and suffocating cloth.
Looking down at you tits, he held one in one hand while the other one rested by your head, helping you up.
Signaling for him that he can move, he started rocking his hips in a slow but sensual movement. It was steady and comforting, making you arch your back and hang onto his neck for some type of relief in your upper half just like your lower.
Lifting your leg and pushing it closer to your chest, he kissed your neck and nibbled on the skin leaving hickeys behind, while pounding deeper due to the new angel, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and stick your tongue out.
The fucked out expression he very much loved.
When he felt you tighten around him, pussy holding his dick in a chockhold, making his hips stutter. Reaching his hand to your hair, he fumbled and looked you in the eyes, the intimacy making you scratch his back leaving scars behind.
"Shit, sweetheart... let loose for me.. can't move like this" He basically panted, the hot air making your face flush, which worsened your clenching.
He found that there's no other way so he sped up his thrusts, making you cum in a matter of seconds, your walls spasming around his dick making him groan at the feeling.
Minutes later, his thrusts started to become sloppier and his hips stuttered, while your thighs were shivering against your chest in his grip. He buried himself to the hilt before cumming deep inside your pussy, and his cum is thick that you feel his load fill you up, you feel so full.
And when he plops down beside you, dick still buried deep inside you to keep his seeds, his babies, inside you, it makes you feel relaxed and safe.
But when you think of fluttering your eyes closed, snuggling into him and waiting to drift off to sleep, he would mutter something in your ear, voice hoarse and deep, making you lift your face up at him, shocked at his stamina, but it's quickly replaced by a grin.
"Don't even think of sleeping. The night is only getting started."
The thought of having babies with you is definitely stronger than the thought of getting some rest.
They were looking so submissive and innocent underneath you, and you couldn't help but gaze at them.
The mere thought of wrecking them and change that innocent look of theirs into one of pleasure and neediness.
You wanted them to beg, to obsess over chasing and receiving their high, to tear up and even cry.
Just the thought of them hanging on to you and moaning/ groaning and whimpering your name, has you going.
And when they sigh breathlessly in your ear, hot breath tickling your earlobe, when thanking you for allowing them to cum, it's just so addictive.
Would love it if they innocently go down between your legs to try and make it up to you. For letting them reach their high, and for treating their desperate begs.
And gosh does it feel good when they glide their tongue over like that, when they look up at you to observe your reaction and mentally noting what motions have you shutting your eyes and scrunching your nose.
And it feels even better when you take a fistful of their hair and push them deeper, for more and more pleasure, and they moan into you from the sudden impact.
And the way they would swallow every single drop of your release, even going as far as to lick it up from your thighs.
And then smile up at you, asking, "Was I a good pup? Did I do good?"
God. They sure did, they're your obedient pup after all.
Rutting you hips into their hand, blushing at your shameful act, while they sat their curling their fingers for you and sitting doing their work in the sofa.
You hated how they looked uninterested, while you were running after your own high.
Noticing your hips stuttering, declaring that you were reach your max point, they opened their lips and uttered the last words you wanted to hear at that moment.
"Don't even think about cumming yet." They looked at you, eyes piercing through your soul.
Your hips stopped, you didn't know what to do, if you moved your hips an inch you would cum right there.
"And I didn't tell you to stop either"
There it was. The impossible mission. Guess you'll have to take the hard route and accept your punishment. Moving your hips faster to their hand in your sensitive area, your dick/clit twitching so hard, you came, socking their whole palm wet.
They pulled their hand away, licking at it, maintaining eyecontact and smirked
You had a bestfriend that was with you from middle school. Years of friendship is now ruined because now you can't stop thinking about them, in a rather not-so-friendly way.
You keep on thinking about their hands and how soft they would feel like on yours, and definitely in the bed when both of you are red and can only think about the pleasure the other is giving you.
And their eyes and what a clear colour they are. And definitely thinking if they would glaze over and roll to the back of their head or will they squeeze shut when they cum.
Their lips that look so soft yet chapped and how they would feel on yours when they are in you/you're in them.
And how they would whimper, sigh and groan and their breathless begs/praises that would roll out of their tongue.
Their soft hair that would look so good messy under them. And how their arousal would drip out of their hole/member.
"Y/N??" your bestfriend called out. "You were zoned out. What are you thinking about?" They asked leaning in over the table
"Oh, nothing, just thinking about some random things" You smiled awkwardly. They should never know about the sinful stuff you've been thinking about doing to and with them.
"So my conversation is that irrelevant to you, huh?" They teased you, shaking their head dramatically.
