oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.
you want to go shopping? here's his card.
you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!
you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.
he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.
he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.
he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.
he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.
he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."
When Kento goes to work overtime, your baby can't help but cry because she misses him.
✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦
Kento left like he did every day.
Impeccable suit, watch on his wrist, a quick kiss to your forehead and another to Rei’s little head.
Hours later, your phone vibrated.
“Sorry. The boss asked for overtime. I don’t think I’ll make it in time to put her to bed.”
“Give her a kiss from me.”
You didn’t reply right away. You knew he felt it more deeply than he ever let on.
Rei was barely three months old. You were lying on the bed, half sitting up, with her on her back on the mattress, right on Kento’s side. It was almost unconscious, but you always placed her there… as if that side of the world were safer.
She babbled softly, clumsily moving her little hands, when one of them bumped into the nightstand.
A soft sound.
A slip.
Before you could react, Rei had grabbed something.
Pictures.
She looked at them without really understanding what they were, but she recognized him.
That face.
That presence.
Her eyebrows furrowed. Her little mouth trembled.
She didn’t cry right away. She just looked at you first.
That tiny, broken pout, as if asking, “Why isn’t he here?”
And then she cried. Soft at first, but heavy. Painful.
The kind of cry that isn’t loud, but tightens your chest.
“Shhh… my love, it’s okay,” you whispered immediately, bringing her to your chest. “Daddy’s working… he’ll be back soon.”
Rei pressed the photo against her little outfit, as if it were the only thing that could comfort her, but the crying didn’t stop. Her hands trembled.
And that was when you thought of him.
You took your phone with one hand, rocking her gently with the other. You recorded.
“Kento…” you said softly, almost as if you were speaking directly to him. “Look who misses you.”
The camera caught Rei with flushed cheeks, watery eyes, the crumpled photo pressed to her chest.
“She found your pictures,” you continued, stroking her back. “And she didn’t want to let go of them.”
You kissed her forehead.
“Daddy’s coming back soon, okay?” you murmured to Rei. “He loves you so much.”
Rei whimpered softly, as if she recognized the name, and looked at the photo again. Her crying slowly faded, turning into small, tired hiccups.
You stopped the video and sent it.
Less than two minutes passed before your phone vibrated.
“I’m leaving early.”
Another message.
“Tell her I’m on my way.”
You looked at Rei, who was finally drifting off to sleep, still clinging to her father’s image.
“He’s coming, my love,” you whispered. “He always comes back.”
And without knowing it, in some office somewhere, Kento Nanami sat with his phone in his hand, eyes damp, heart tight… counting the minutes until he could get home.
Kento hovers over you on the bed, his broad frame casting a shadow that makes your heart pound. His tie hangs loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned to reveal the hard planes of his chest, but his hazel eyes hold a rare flicker of uncertainty as he gazes down at your spread thighs. You're bare from the waist down except for the thin cotton panties clinging to your hips, the fabric already damp from his earlier touches. "I can't… not yet," he murmurs, voice rough with restraint, his large hand stroking your inner thigh. "You're a virgin, and my cock—it's too big. I won't risk hurting you."
You whimper, arching up toward him, the ache between your legs insistent. He exhales sharply, unbuckling his belt with slowness, freeing his massive cock from his slacks. It springs out, thick and veined, the head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum, easily longer and girthier than anything you've imagined. Your breath catches at the sight, a mix of fear and thrill twisting in your gut—it's intimidating, how it could stretch you beyond limits. Nanami notices your wide eyes, his jaw tightening. "See? I won't take that from you tonight. But I need to feel you."
He shifts closer, gripping the base of his shaft and guiding the swollen tip to press against the crotch of your panties. The heat of him seeps through the barrier, making you gasp as he drags it slowly along your slit, the fabric molding to your folds under the pressure. "Just like this," he says, voice low and commanding, though laced with that protective edge. He rocks his hips forward, rubbing his cock up and down through the damp cotton, the friction teasing your clit with each pass. You moan, legs trembling, the sensation electric—his girth bullying the material against your sensitive entrance without breaching it.
Nanami groans, his free hand pinning your hip to keep you steady as he grinds harder, the head of his cock catching on the edge of your panties, nudging your folds apart just enough to outline them. Pre-cum soaks through, mixing with your arousal, turning the fabric slick and translucent. You feel every ridge, every throb, as he slides back and forth, the barrier heightening the tease until you're clenching around nothing, desperate for more. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he rasps, eyes locked on where his cock rubs your pussy, the size difference making it obscene—his thickness dwarfing your untouched cunt. "I could ruin you, but this… this is safe. Feel how hard you make me?"
His pace quickens, breaths ragged, the wet sounds of fabric and skin filling the room. You buck up to meet him, the pressure on your clit building to a fever pitch, but he holds back your release, focused on his own edge. "Gonna cum on you, mark this pretty pussy without taking it," he growls, thrusting faster, the tip bumping your clit with each stroke. Tension coils in his body, muscles flexing under his shirt, until he stiffens, a deep groan tearing from his throat. Hot ropes of cum erupt from his cock, splattering over your panty-covered folds, seeping through to coat your pussy lips in thick, sticky warmth.
He keeps rubbing through the mess, milking every drop onto you, your skin tingling from the heat. Finally, he stills, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his cock twitching against your soaked panties. "Good girl," he whispers, thumb brushing a stray tear of overwhelmed pleasure from your cheek. "We'll go slow. When you're ready."
random texts with your secret boyfriend! megumi fushiguro
a/n: helllo! i don’t know what made me think of this, but i wanted to write more while i still had some free time! i hope you enjoy!
tags/warnings: aged up! characters, female! reader, sexual themes, minors do not interact!, college au, megumi is your brothers best friend, secret relationship, smau, jjk smau, fluff, smau, fake messages, angst (just a tad), I think that’s all!!
HAI could u do meg touching/playing with the readers chest?? ily babe
you want to call it mindless, the way megumi's fingers drift across your body, yet the look in his eyes screams intentionality.
from over your (his) shirt, his gentle tweaking at your bra-less nipples didn't bother you at first. you were propped barely upright on the bed, a stuffed animal resting at your back, while his head was settled on the pillow, close to your waist.
the real problem began when he slid his cold hands beneath the fabric, making you jerk stiffly at the sudden contact. "ah—megs, that's cold," you whisper, a shiver running through you. your eyes fell shut, your brows pulling together.
he offers no response, but it's becoming much harder to focus on the videos you'd been doomscrolling through. heat begins to pool between your legs, prompting your thighs to squeeze tightly together. you couldn't stifle the small whimper that slipped past your lips.
you could feel megumi's gaze on you, and though you weren't looking down, you could easily imagine him looking up through his lashes. he pinches a patch of skin, and a sharp sensation jolts throughout your body.
"shit—" you gasp, your head falling back to hit the headboard. you can feel his bulge growing against your leg, and now you really know he's fucking with you.
one hand cups your tit, the other rolling your nipple between your pointer and thumb. megumi softly groans, seeing your body bend into the most perfect arch, pressing your chest into his touch.
the pads of his fingers are rough, and he knows exactly where to touch you. how to touch you. how to make you absolutely melt. he knows you better than you know yourself, and he's prided himself on this fact.
"bet i can make you cum jus' like this," he murmurs, and you don't miss the faint smugness in his voice.
18+ megumi fucking yuji’s sister in the kitchen . . . ❤︎ ⋮ requested.
you’d been holding back all day. if only your brother had a little more trust in your ability to take care of yourself. if only he hadn’t been so protective of you. if only he hadn’t insisted on you living under the same roof as him. then you wouldn’t have been in this predicament: one where you had to keep your love life silent — kissing, hugging, fucking — all behind your brother’s back. because you weren’t dating just anyone. you were dating fushiguro megumi, your brother’s best friend. and you were tired of having to sneak around just to spend a single second with him.
megumi came over today, hanging out with yuji for the most part, even sleeping over. for how long your brother and megumi have been best friends, you joining in was expected. you’ve bonded with megumi over the years — and perhaps maybe bonded a little too much. but still, you had to tiptoe around your brother.
you sighed, chugging down a glass of water in the kitchen. you couldn’t sleep from frustration, and perhaps from the lack of affection from megumi. it wasn’t his fault, you knew that. but you craved him — his touch, his voice, his words — everything. you needed him. and speak of the devil, the door to your brother’s bedroom shut, revealing megumi who was standing right in front of it.
“couldn’t sleep?” he asked quietly, his eyes landing on his the oversized shirt you were wearing, a faint smirk appearing on his face. “you really shouldn’t be wearing that. what if your brother finds out?”
“relax, it’s just a shirt.” you answered, rolling your eyes playfully as he stepped closer. with his voice lowered, he whispered, “not to me, it isn’t.” tension crackled. the room is silent but heavy stares lingered, his hand brushing yours when he takes the glass out of your hand, drinking from it without asking. he places it down after, trapping you against the counter, hands braced on both sides.
“megumi, yuji’s sleeping right there—“ you tried to say, but he cut you off, leaning in close. “then you’ll just have to be quiet.” he murmured, hands settling around both sides of your cheeks to pull you in for a kiss. the air was thick with desire, the sounds of lips smacking and heavy breathing filling the kitchen.
he lifted you onto the counter, pulling down your shorts and spreading your legs wide open, standing in between. “you’re already so wet. guess someone missed me.” he teased against your lip, tongues tangling in another kiss as he prepared you with his fingers. “‘gumi, hurry.. i’ve been waiting all day.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair.
megumi listened, pulling out his slick coated fingers and freeing himself from his sweatpants, lining himself up against your entrance. you bit your lips when he pushed in, trying to swallow every noise that threatened to force themselves out of your throat. he moved slow but deep, going faster when you clutched his shoulders. “sh—shit—right there, ‘gumi—aah—so deep—!“ you whimpered, body lurching backwards with every thrust.
“quiet or—haah—fuck—he’ll catch us..” he groaned, beads of sweat forming on his temples as he held onto your hips tight enough to bruise. you wrapped your legs tight around his waist, dragging him in deeper, losing control. “hnngh—feels so good, ‘gumi! mmfff—“ he placed a hand over your mouth, muffling your moans. “shh, i know, baby. i know.” he mumbled, trying to restrain himself as well.
your drool slipped through the cracks of his fingers, the obscene squelching of your cunt and skin slapping bouncing off the kitchen walls in loud plaps.
his breath stuttered, feeling the way your walls fluttered around his length, pace turning sloppy from how tight your cunt was gripping onto him. “fuck—can feel you—so tight—let go, baby.” he grunted, pulling his hand away as he staggered forward, holding you close. you squirmed against his chest, muffling your cries into his shoulders you came, thighs quaking around his waist violently. he let out a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he follows right after.
he kissed your temple, still inside, waiting until you came down from your high before pulling out. “we’re gonna get caught one of these days.” you whispered, half-dazed, panting heavily with your arms still wrapped around him.
he simply smiled, gently brushing his thumb over your lip. “then we’ll just have to make it worth the risk.”
Brothers best friend!Choso who was a firm follower of the bro code, he swore by his loyalty, despite being constantly tempted by the devil, or how others called her: his best friend’s sister.
Brothers best friend!Choso who came over your house once and saw you walking around and instantly turned to your brother with a dumb smile on his face.
“That your sister?”
“Yeah, back off.”
Brothers best friend!Choso who knew you were off limits, but that only made you oh the more tempting so when he was able to sneak away and “accidentally” bump into you and flash you a cheeky smile and introduce himself to you.
Brothers best friend!Choso who found moments to talk to you and get to know you, whenever your brother wasn’t around, he was subtle, dropping small compliments and touching your arm whenever he could.
Brother best friend!Choso who you called crying, and instantly dropped what he was doing to rush towards your side, he kissed your forehead and held you tightly as you apologized profusely for calling him, explaining that he was the only one you could talk to.
Brothers best friend!Choso who started spending more time with you than your brother.
Brothers best friend!Choso who told you that you had to keep it down low, as he pressed your face into the pillow.
Brothers best friend!Choso who gradually started being more bold in front of your brother, inviting you to play games with them and rubbing on your thigh when you watched movies with them.
Brothers best friend!Choso who started opening up to you, and would sneak into your room at night just to talk to you, or listen to you talk about your day while he cuddled against you.
Brothers best friend!Choso who told you secrets that he hasn’t even told your brother.
Brothers best friend!Choso who stifled his moans, turning his face into a pillow, his entire body trembling as he clutched the sheets.
Brothers best friend!Choso who squirmed as you touched him.
Brothers best friend!Choso who got a tattoo of your lips right above his hip bone.
Brothers best friend!Choso who sneaks away with you and smashes his lips onto yours, sneaking his hands under your top, not to go any further but just to feel your skin, teasing you until you can’t take it anymore and beg for him to fuck you.
Your older brother Suguru always brought his idiotic best friend from the basketball team around after school.
He would always get on your nerves. Not only was he loud and annoying, but he was also stupidly attractive. Whenever Satoru was around, you knew that you would not be getting any work done at home.
He somehow knew what effect he had on you. He would wink or blow you kisses when he saw you around the house, but always behind Suguru’s back. If Suguru knew that Satoru was flirting with his younger sister, he would lose his mind.
Unfortunately for you, procrastination decided to be a real pain and you had a lengthy essay that was due tomorrow morning.
It was time to fully lock in. The blinds were drawn, your phone was hidden from arms reach and your noise cancelling headphones were in. You were ready for battle.
You could barely hear the knock on your door. You turned around, saying “come in!”
Your older brother peeked his head through the door. “Hey sis. Just letting you know that-“
You nodded, brushing him off. He always gave you a heads up when Satoru was visiting. Satoru was always hanging out with Suguru in his room, almost every day of the week.
It was a common occurance now, so you didn’t bat an eye when Suguru notified you of someone coming over.
For the next eight hours you were in full focus. Your noise cancelling headphones were expensive, but boy were they a good investment. You couldn’t hear Satoru’s pitchy voice, or his raucous laughter.
It was now nearly midnight, and you were starving. You made your way to the kitchen, noise cancelling headphones playing music from your phone, when you sensed a pair of eyes staring at you from the living room.
Rather, multiple pairs of eyes.
You failed to notice that Suguru had invited his entire basketball team over today, instead of just Satoru.
You startled and dropped a glass cup of water, the entire thing breaking in two in what felt like the loudest possible way.
You were suddenly conscious of the comfortable form fitting shorts that you had outgrown years ago, and the tank top that dipped a little bit too low for comfort that you were wearing. It was even worse now that you were blushing beet red and bending over to scoop the glass up.
Where was your brother when you needed him? He was nowhere to be seen!
“Don’t do that.” Satoru now stood crouching in front of you, his broad shoulders covering you from his teamates veiw. “You’ll hurt yourself.” He swept the shattered glass into a dustpan and brush. After he was done, he gently held your wrists and inspected your hands. “You’re lucky you didn’t cut yourself.” His blue eyes pierced yours. Suddenly his gaze dipped downwards, onto what you were wearing. You felt the colour return to your cheeks immediately. “I-I’m fine.” You snatched your arms out of his grasp. You stood up immediately and he did too, casually trying to cover you up.
“Suguru never told me that his little sister was hot.” Naoya, the captain of the basketball team commented. “If I knew that I’d have hosted more get togethers here.” The rest of the basketball team snickered, and white hot rage turned Satoru’s blue eyes into a stormy grey. “Shut the f*ck up Naoya.” His voice was lethally low, the complete opposite of his usual pitchy keen.
Naoya whistled. “Sorry. I didn’t know she was taken.”
Satoru glared in silence.
“I-Is she actually your girlfriend?” Naoya bursted into laughter. Condescending, rude laughter that sounded like forks scratching against plates. “So what if she is?” All the anger had dissipated from Satoru’s face. There was now a cool mask of indifference with a hint of playfulness.
“Seriously? The school playboy Satoru Gojo is dating her?”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He challenged.
You stood there, face whipping back and forth between Satoru and Naoya. “Hey Satoru!”
Your voice sounded unnaturally stiff. “Why don’t we continue watching The Office in my room? We still haven’t finished off the episode we were on!” Your voice cracked at the word ‘still’, and it looked like Satoru was fighting tremendously hard to keep himself from laughing.
“Sure thing sweetie.”
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“Okay why the f*ck am i only now hearing from Naoya, f*cking Naoya that you’re dating my sister?”
Suguru was angry.
Murderously, terrifyingly angry.
*planning on making this a fake dating kinda thing, part 2 coming...*
"Yknow, I like that you never raise your voice." You murmur. Offhand.
You and Sylus weren't talking about anything before this. Just... sitting quietly in eachothers presence.
"...what do you mean exactly, sweetie?"
"Hm? Oh, nothing..." you trail off, shrugging. "I just... I dunno. I've never seen you get mad and yell at me, I suppose. I like it. I feel... safe, is all. Ah, wait, that sounds stupid saying it outloud--"
"Its fine, sweetie." Sylus murmurs. "I'm glad you feel safe with me. Considering we're in a relationship and all."
"But... Doesn't everyone get mad? I mean at some point you'll yell at me, right?"
"...what does yelling add to the argument, exactly?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, if it's to make you more upset, I could just make Mephisto take my side of the argument to tick you off," Sylus teases. "But I see no reason to restort to yelling with you, when we can talk it out just fine."
"..." you stare at him for a second. "I... but what if I don't listen to your point?"
"Then it's a dumb point. Sweetie, we can both be reasonable, you know that? Was there... someone you dealt with who wasn't?"
"...maybe." you shrug. "But... it's in the past now."
He nods. "...yes, it is. And if anyone. Anyone decides to yell at you again, they'll be apart of the past, too."
A colletion of 3 drabbles with young mc and Caleb. (use of gege/meimei)
same bed
At a certain age, Josephine prohibited you and Caleb from sleeping on the same bed. She said you were both getting older and needed to start setting boundaries with each other.
Needless to say, you didn’t take it well, storming out of the room and slamming your door shut.
A few minutes later Caleb was outside, softly knocking as he waited for your reply. “I’m sorry, meimei, I’ll make up for it. We will spend more time together during the day, okay?” He comforted, as he felt his own heart breaking at your disappointment
Still, when you had nightmares or or couldn’t fall asleep, you couldn’t help but quietly barge into Caleb’s room. You would lie besides him, hoping he was asleep. Every time Caleb would sigh, knowing you weren’t supposed to be there, yet completely unable to deny you anything. He’d hold you close, rubbing your belly in soothing motions until you drifted off.
In the mornings he would carry you back to your room, princess-style, before Josephine woke up and you got in trouble.
2. grown up
As a little kid you followed him everywhere, and he would happily comply, holding your hand and bringing you along. You loved your food if it was made by him, loved your oufit if it was put together by him, and even enjoyed your school subjects if they were explained by him.
That was until you started growing up and became a teenager. Suddenly, you were a strong and independent girl who didn’t need his help for anything.
You brushed him off everytime he offered his help, angrily saying “I’m not a baby anymore, Caleb!”. Too encapsulated in your anger, you didn’t notice how much you were breaking your poor gege’s heart.
He tried everything to get his sweet girl back — buying your favorite snacks, loudly playing your favorite movies on the TV, cooking your favorite food and even bribed you with tickets for the amusement park. But every attempt was met with silence or a cold glance.
Still, he never stopped trying. On rainy days, he’d leave an umbrella by your door before you went out. When exams came around, he’d quietly slide a mug of hot cocoa onto your desk.
“Gege, can you help me with this?” you muttered one day, voice trembling just a little. He froze for a second, afraid he’d imagined it. But when he turned around and saw you standing there, he smiled, warm as always. “Yeah” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Always”
3. first period
Your first period was traumatic. You were at school when you felt a strange sensation that sent you running to the bathroom. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the bloody mess staining your underwear and uniform. You cried softly, unsure of what to do, feeling helpless and in pain.
Caleb always waited for you outside of school. Not wanting him to see the state you were in, you texted “I have cleaning duties today, go ahead without me.”
You should’ve known better—should’ve known Caleb always read through your lies, even over text. A few minutes later you heard his familiar voice calling from outside the bathroom. You opened the door just an inch, your red, puffy eyes peeking through. Concern inmedialtely filled his face “Meimei, are you alright? What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
Embarrassed, you confess in between sniffles “I-I got my first period, a-and my tummy hurts, and my uniform is all stained now”
He stilled for a second before softly sighing in relief and wiping your tears with his thumb “Shh, it’s okay. Wait here, okay? Gege will be back soon” You nodded, trying to calm yourself down.
He ran as fast as he could to the school infirmary, returning a few minutes later with pads and painkillers. When he came back, he handed them to you and waited patiently outside.
Finally you stepped out of the bathroom, looking a mess. Your eyes were tear-stained, hair disheveled from running your hands through it, and slightly hunched over in pain.
He didn’t think twice before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close, and gently patting your head. “You’re okay now meimei. We’ll go home and you can rest all you want” You finally felt your heartbeat settle a little.
He lent you his jacket to hide the stain as you headed back. Once home, he gave you a small lecture about the menstrual cycle — everything he’d learned just for you — and then spoiled you for the rest of the day with your favorite sweets and extra cuddles.
new into lads tumblr, reblogs are very much appreciated! 💞
Roommate Sylus who is perfectly content with simply being your roommate and friend as long as it means he gets to care for you and keep you safe. He flirts like crazy but he does it so naturally that it doesn't even register as anything other than friendly banter when it's coming from him. Sure, you feel a bit warm and tingly whenever he does it, but that's just Sylus, he's always made you feel like that – a sturdy constant in the midst of a chaotic life ready to guide you back home when you need the extra help.
Roommate Sylus who often works at night but always stays awake until you leave in the morning. That way he can gauge how you're doing, if you've slept well and if he needs to pack up the breakfast he made for you because you're in a rush. Most days he gets a quick hug when you leave. On the rougher days he pulls you closer, long enough to feel your tense muscles relax in his embrace. With a kiss to your forehead, he sees you off.
Roommate Sylus who decides it’s time to renegotiate the terms of your roommate agreement when you come home exhausted after a long day and end up taking your frustrations out on him. He knows your anger is misdirected, so he lets you vent. It’s when the anger threatens to bleed into tears that he ends this little game you didn't know you were playing.
"Your anger I can handle, but your tears — your tears will be my undoing, sweetie."
Roommate Sylus who pulls you close and puts an end to your rambling with his lips pressed against yours. That warm tingle you're so used to whenever he's around suddenly erupts into a bright flame and you realize how greatly you've misjudged your view on this relationship. His warm hands glide from your neck, down to your shoulders, along the bare skin of your arms, before circling around your lower back. Utterly dazed and suddenly very flustered you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close and yourself steady. Not that you'd ever need to worry about falling with his strength carrying everything that weighs you down.
Roommate Sylus who touches you like you're made of porcelain – something valuable and fragile he might break if his rough hands aren't careful enough. He's not used to gentle, his line of work frowns upon it. Now though, with you naked underneath him, he wishes his hands hadn't seen as much cruelty.
He holds you close, reluctantly parting from your lips so that he can watch you as he teases the head of his length between your folds, coating himself in your arousal. Each little nudge to your sensitive clit, still recovering from his very thorough preparations, has you keening with anticipation. You wince ever so slightly when he slowly pushes himself inside you. Thankfully, he doesn't stop but positions your legs higher in an attempt to open you up more. His hips set a slow pace, pressing himself slightly further inside you with each forward thrust. It feels like he's a part of you, like he was always supposed to be this close; to complete you. His nose nuzzles against yours before his soft lips scatter kisses all over your face. and you can't help but giggle at his adorable display of affection.
"I never thought I'd have something as pure as this. Thank you for trusting me."
AN: I love soft Sylus 🥹 Thanks for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! If anyone is interested in being added to the taglist, let me know!
Part four | Meeting Omen | Valorant Discord Au | Mutiple x Reader |Reverse-Harem
After years I’m here again lol…just going to have a lot of rambling writing here, will add my ao3 account soon too for longer stuff. Just fluffy for now. Enjoy
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Yoru stood on your right while Phoenix stood on your left. Their presence was at least comforting, warm and solid against you as the three of you stood at the door stop of where he supposedly lived. It had only been about an hour's drive away, and you were surprised by the quaintness of his home, of the neatly arranged plant beds with flowers by the front.
There was rustling behind the front door, and you couldn’t help the way your heart thudded in your chest, the jittering of your leg as you anticipated his reveal. You probably knew the least about Omen among the group. He’d barely talked about his own personal life online, and you imagined him as someone rather recluse. And when you had curiously asked Yoru and Phoenix what Omen looked like, even their reactions were vague.
“Edgy fucker,” is all Yoru had commented.
“He’s a strange bloke for sure,” Phoenix added unhelpfully.
The door finally creaked open, and you anxiously straightened. The man standing there was…hidden. Hidden in the sense that he had a large hood draped over his head, so wide that it cast his entire face in shadow. You could maybe spot a slight gleam from under, as if he were wearing glasses or something, but beyond that was a total darkness that was borderline unnatural. His figure itself wasn’t unlike Phoenix and Yoru. Although he clearly wasn’t the gym nut that those two were, he was still very tall, almost looming in his height. There was a lanky nature to him, and even though he probably just looked like a regular, albeit brooding guy in his all black attire and black tech wear pants, there was an aura to him, quiet and simmering and shadowed.
You didn’t get a chance to dwell on it any longer, before suddenly he was stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you.
You squeaked, eyes widening and face heating up. He was still essentially a stranger to you, and you to him, yet he didn’t hesitate.
“H-hi!” You managed to say, although he still didn’t let go.
He was cool to the touch and solid, wrapping around you steadily as if he’d been waiting so long to do so.
“Hi.” His voice was quiet, but deep.
You heard Yoru tsk and yank Omen back lightly, “Oi, give her room, weirdo.”
The man reluctantly pulled back but still hovered so close. Even this close you couldn’t see his face from under his hood.
“It’s nice to meet you…” you finally said, regaining your voice but still trying to quell your blush, “It’s really surprising to see you in person…”
He nodded, “You are smaller than the photos.”
You cocked your head, “Photos?”
You heard an awkward cough to your left, and your head turned to Phoenix, who was looking away sheepishly.
“Erm, I might have possibly accidentally taken a few photos of you and sent them to the group. You don’t mind, yeah?”
You squinted at him. You certainly did mind, but what was done was done. Sighing and giving him one last glare to let him know you’d properly scold him later, you brought your attention back to Omen, who had his head tilted down curiously at your attire.
You mimicked him, looking down at your own outfit. Comfy and a bit baggy, you hadn’t dressed super fancy or anything since you hadn’t thought of that, but now with him staring down at it so intently you felt embarrassed. Maybe you should have dressed up a bit more.
“Cute…” you heard him murmur.
“What?” You automatically say.
You can hear Phoenix and Yoru snickering.
You ignore them and stare at Omen in disbelief.
He stiffened before turning around and clearing his throat. “Ah, nothing. Come in…I baked.”
With that, the three of you followed him in. The inside, again, was a surprise. Much neater and quaint than your own living space with Yoru and Phoenix, that was so often littered with protein shake bottles and random wrappers along the counters. Neither of them were particularly interested in decorations either. In comparison, Omen’s place reminded you faintly of a grandmother‘s house; with its porcelain plates displayed on its walls and the framed pictures of various cats, although you couldn’t see any around even as he led you through the front hall and into his kitchen. The sheer amount of floral pattern there overwhelmed you.
Omen paid no mind to your stunned expression, nor the way a grinning Phoenix nudged Yoru with his elbow, gesturing to the cat themed oven mugs hung on a hook. The man ushered the three of you to sit down before turning to his counter and preparing something.
“So…” You began after glaring at Yoru and Phoenix and gesturing them to shush, the two of them still snickering like schoolboys, “Do you have a cat, Omen?”
“No,” he said without pause, now gathering some forks and pastel blue plates, “I’m allergic.”
You swallowed back the automatic awe at the slight wistful tone in his voice. Suddenly he wasn’t so intimidating. He was still the edgy sullen guy online who used cutesy emoticons and cat profile pictures.
“That’s too bad,” You said sympathetically.
He hummed in agreement without dwelling on it any longer. He finally turned around and placed three plates on the table, along with one big tin of what looked like apple pie.
Phoenix and Yoru stop their snickering long enough to stare in disbelief.
“You made this?” Phoenix says incredulously.
You watch the way Omen shifts uncomfortably, “…yes.”
He is still standing and looming as a lanky mass of black in the middle of this cottagecore kitchen, but you can’t help but smile.
“It looks really good,” You say earnestly.
You can’t see them, but you feel his eyes flick to you. Phoenix and Yoru have already started digging in while Omen sits down, body tilted to you but face turned away as if embarrassed.
“I wanted to celebrate your… well-being.” He says quietly, “I…we were worried.”
You can’t help the rush of emotion that again swells through you. From the few weeks spent with Yoru and Phoenix, to the anxiety of meeting another one of the group in real life, only to find out he’s a total sweetheart who cares about you, there was too much to feel happy for.
You smile and take his hand gently. His face whips towards you, the gleam under his hood brightening.
“Thank you, Omen.”
He lets go of a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding.
Thinking about jumping into modern!boyfie Sukuna's arms and clinging to him like a koala while he carries you to bed. You mumble something like,
"Mmmh you are so warm, baby."
Snuggling even closer to your boyfriend's tall, muscular body. And Sukuna laughs and teases you playfully,
"What? You're telling me the person who couldn’t wait for fall and winter to finally arrive, is already feeling cold?"
But he says it so affectionately, his low voice full of warmth and amusement, and his strong arms only hold you tighter when he adds,
"I'll keep you warm all night."
And you smile and rest your face against his broad chest, knowing that you will get the best cuddles from your favorite person in the world.
Sukuna places you gently on your bed and you don't even get a chance to complain about the lack of his arms around you before he is already slipping into bed behind you and wraps his warm, strong body around you.
You sigh happily, snuggling into Sukuna's embrace with a sleepy-sounding:
"You're the best, baby."
And you feel Sukuna's smirk against your neck where he trails soft little kisses over your skin,
"I know."
His tattooed arms tighten around your smaller body, holding you safely as Sukuna presses his tall, muscular body against you, making sure his girl is warm and happy. And when he hears your soft snores he can't help but smile and think to himself that you are the best, too.
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