You applying makeup to your friend Shidou out of boredom.
GN! Reader, Gyaruo! Shidou; it’s somewhat implied that Shidou is more than just a friend, and the Reader is a bit nearsighted.
When you invited Shidou over, you didn't expect him to show up looking so disheveled, wearing a floral shirt and black shorts.
You stared at him in disbelief. Shidou was usually stylish, but today definitely wasn't his day.
Shidou laughed at your reaction.
"Relax, you look like you've seen a ghost." You simply replied, "Worse than that."
He let out another giggle. He stepped inside, and his intentions were pretty clear: Cling to you like a koala, and maybe give you a few kisses.
You were used to it by now, so you just went along with it. Shidou had some odd habits—like playfully trying to bite your head—but that had become normal, too.
It was late into the night, and you had nothing to do. But then, a lightbulb went off in your head.
Shidou was a gyaruo, so why not try doing his makeup? Your eyes lit up at the idea.
You immediately dragged him into your bedroom.
Shidou was a bit confused at first, but he soon understood the reason. He smiled.
Since you were somewhat nearsighted, with three degrees of myopia, and had lost your glasses, you sat on his lap to see better. That way, you wouldn't smudge anything. Surprisingly, Shidou stayed perfectly still.
As you worked on his makeup, you chatted casually. It took about eighteen minutes to finish.
Shidou looked at you for a moment and flashed that signature mischievous grin of his.
"Aren't you going to give me a reward for sitting so still?" he asked.
-When Kaiser reunites with his childhood friend whom he has a deep hatred for
Part1, Part2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Slowburn, suggestive, 3.5k words
The apartment consists of 2 bedrooms, one bathroom, and 1 living room.
“You already bought an apartment?” Kaise spoke as he entered the apartment. It was spacious considering you still haven’t decorated the place yet.
“Yeah, my parents helped me move in. I’m planning to turn the other bedroom into a workplace when I settle down.”
“Settle down..." Kaiser mumbled and followed you to the rooms.
“Here is the spare room. My parents slept here, so you're in luck that it has a bed.”
The room only consisted of a bed and one closet drawer; it’s more than enough for Kaiser.
“And the room beside it is mine. Just knock on the door if you need something.”
“And the bathroom?”
"Well, we have only one.”
“That’s fine, this is a major upgrade from last time.” You laughed at his remark and left Kaiser in his room to settle in.
“Why are you here anyway?” You sat on the chair in front of him. You’re currently having dinner, and the TV is playing some kind of show in the background, filling in the silence.
Kaiser’s original plan was to spend the holidays alone, but that quickly changed when he stumbled upon you. It became his yearly ritual to spend the time of the year alone.
“I just wanted to visit the place...I didn’t think you’d be here.” He said, taking a sip of coffee you prepared for him.
“How’s it going? You're dealing with the comments in X.” you ask, lowering the volume of the TV to hear him clearly. “I don’t really read the comments unless it’s about my performance.” He shrugged his shoulder.
“Oh please”
“What? Can a man just read about how great his performance is?” He exclaimed, and you rolled your eyes at his subtle boosting. “Sure, sure." You spoke, forcing a reply.
“You have places you initially plan to visit?” You asked so you can curate a plan or an itinerary for the both of you. “I don’t….”
You smiled and a vain popped in your forehead.
He laughs and says he was just joking. He took out his phone and showed you the new places he plans to visit. “I’ll take care of the fees for both of us, you’ll just have to give me a tour." He grinned.
You accepted the offer and said that it won’t be a cheap trip that consists of just strolling around the area.
“It will be expensive~” You playfully chimed.
“That’s no problem.” He smirked, putting his coffee down, and got something from his pocket, placing his black credit card on the table and pushing it towards you with his index finger.
“Show off," you scoffed but didn't complain at the gesture.
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7:00 Am, Heart rate 60 bpm
Kaiser looked and stared at the numbers on his watch. He spent the night sleeping, thinking that it would give him some kind of feeling of actually realizing that he’s a living being. It was another work day for me on set.
I turned to my side, still lying in bed, and glanced at my side to see the sleeping figure of that woman, who’s on the couch, still asleep. This small space with her is quite suffocating, and the makeshift boarder didn’t help on how to move things freely here.
Where have you been all these years?
“What do you know? You all have the money you need?”
There I said it. And here I thought she understood me. What’s wrong with doing anything to have a chance to live? I gritted my teeth; it’s not like you’ve experienced what I went through.
Thud
“Eh?” I felt something hit me in my chest. I looked at the snow that stayed in my jacket.
Thud
She threw another one.
“D-do you think I’m happy with this life?” She whimpers, trying to hold back her tears. I think my heart froze for a bit as I see the scene unfold before me.
‘Ahh….I think I went a bit to far.’
“I want to stay with you. I want us to escape…together.”
Her voice rang in my head that night when I got home. I still had to process if I was really dreaming. She’s stay, with someone like me.
I still felt bad about what happened earlier. I was too caught up with my own world. I didn't know she was falling apart that badly.
I told her about the possibilities that she’ll end up in the same path as me which is resorting to pitpocketing but she was up for it.
“Don’t worry, I’m here to protect you now.” She said and I rolled my eyes.
“Worry about yourself.” I replied and pinched her cheeks. That idiot.
I shoved the money that has been hiding under my bed for months now. The money…I’m still short but I’m sure we can find a way. Today is the day that I’ll finally get to use it, I just need to meet with Y/n.
We have come a long way, I thought I would be doing this on my own, I refuse to admit it back then, but I’m afraid of what the future holds for me. But with her, I think we can manage.
I ran to our meeting place expecting to see her, but she’s still not there. I thought I was a tad bit excited, and she was probably on her way here.
I waited.
Waited.
And waited.
I waited in the cold for 4 hours. No sighting of her. My stomach curled, and I have this uneasy feeling that something might have happened. I waited for another 2 hours; it was already dark.
‘Where are you?!’
I bit my lip really hard until it felt numb as tears started to fall on the way home that night. But I know deep in my heart that my cries will not be heard by her. “This is such a stupid plan!”
Each step I took I started to regret everything. I thought I was so filled with hope.
I sniffled and wiped the tears off my cheeks.
‘How could you do this?’
I saw a red and blue light blaring in front of my house. It was the police; an officer already noticed me and shouted my name. They accused me of burglary, and I denied it already.
That deadbeat man was yelling my name, saying I shouldn't have involved myself with those types of people and that I should’ve listened to him. I glared at him for his poor attempt to make himself look like a responsible adult.
I felt a tug on my bag, and I turned to see the officer already going through my bag. He shouted at his fellow officer, saying that I have the money from the burglary.
“Don’t touch that money!”
I yelled and pulled my body away from him; money bills were now falling on the ground as the officer tried to get a hold of me. They now surround me and keep telling me to give out already.
‘Shit-! If only I had gone sooner, then maybe’
“Are you Michael Kaiser? The police have found the culprit, you're free to go.”
I heard a baritone voice ask outside the cell. I looked up to see a man dressed in a formal suit with his cane. He observed my malnourished and sleep-deprived state to my surprise he had the nerve to say.
“You do have potential.”
I looked at the man puzzled at his statement.
“What do you say about acting?”
Awards after awards, money is coming consistently on my bank, and I was seen—admired by a lot of people, but my resentment didn’t waver. The betrayal was far too great to make me forget despite it all being in the past now.
I am adamant of my feelings towards her ... .but why does the world always find a way to cross each other’s path?
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“Ruin the friendship~” Vanica playfully sang in the background while Ness and Kaiser FaceTimed each other. Ness chuckled while Kaiser rolled his eyes at the attempt to tease him.
"You're hopeless without a PA," Ness chuckled, referring to Kaiser’s story earlier where he had to stay at your apartment because he forgot to make reservations.
"I'm glad that you made it there safe; I’ll call you later if something comes up.”
‘What’s their problem?' Kaiser thought as he stared at the end call that lasted for 16 mins earlier. Kaiser stood up and got ready for the day, excited about what’s ahead of him.
And here you are, with a masked man beside you. You forgot that being with Kaiser means having fans surround him all the time; for the day to go smoothly, he covered his face with a mask, sunglasses, and he even added a hat.
“You look ridiculous, but I’m not complaining.” You chuckled as you went into your location. Well, there’s not much exploration to do because you guys already grew up here, so you just visited the newly opened shops, and Kaiser proudly pointed at himself for some passing shop whenever he saw himself.
You saw more spots when Kaiser and you used to hang out and reminisce about the past.
“Remember when…”
“this is where….”
“You slipt here…”
“I can’t believe that old fart is still alive…”
“I’m hungry!” You groaned as your stomach grumbled; Kaiser chuckled and pointed at the random restaurant across the street. “Let’s go there.” You nodded and blew on your palms, trying to keep yourself warm.
You can’t wait to go to the restaurant; you can just imagine how good it will be for your legs after you were walking endlessly this day.
Kaiser took notice of your tired state and grabbed one of your hand to shove it in his jacket’s pocket. “Hey! People might see us," you said consciously. There’s a possibility that people might recognize Kaiser and might get the wrong idea.
“What? I’ve carried you before on my back. What's wrong with that?” He huffed, intertwining your hands in his pockets.
“It’s not that..."
“People might recognize you and might get the wrong idea…” You muttered.
“What about them?” Kaiser said it without a second thought. He gives your shoulder a soft bump with his and chuckles. “Then that will be the best dating rumors I’ll ever have in my career.” He grins.
“Kaiser!”
“You posted on instagram?"
You and Kaiser were now chilling on the living room, each sitting at the ends of the sofa after you changed into your inside clothes. You and Kaiser were just scrolling on your own phones to pass time.
He raised a brow, and you held out your phone in front of him. It was a picture of him that you took earlier from his phone. It was a candid shot from the back; he was walking in the street.
“The labels of the stores are visible; I bet you're going to deal with your fans again.” You chuckled; well, for sure you weren’t going to be dealing with the fans for now after all—you're technically not his PA now.
His brows furrowed as he observed your phone.
“You didn’t like my post.” He said and lowered your hand with his to look at you directly. “Well, I already had enough of your content on my page.” You replied.
“Heh~ Observant, aren’t you?” He said, amused, with a somewhat happy grin on his face. You let out a huff at his remark, averting your gaze.
“What’s your username?" He asked and got his phone to go to his search bar.
“Don’t you ever think of following me.” You tried to talk to him out of it. “Why?”
“You have a lot of followers. Don’t want them on my tail," you said flatly. Well, Kaiser respects your privacy, but he was just curious about what your Instagram looked like.
“Here.”
Kaiser scooted closer to see your phone, his face next to yours practically smelling his minty breath as he spoke.
“Look.” You said and turned to him not noticing how he is right next to your face. Your eyes widened, breathing hitched, and your mouth slightly parted. He also held the same reaction, caught of guard at the sudden sight.
Your eyes were locked for what feels like an eternity neither of you was backing away…..it was weird...
“Slap or push me away if you don’t like it.” He whispered, but before you could ask what he was referring to, he tilted his head a bit and went in for a kiss.
It was a gentle press on the lips. Nothing desperate.
You closed your heart rather than focusing on your heart beating aggressively. You savored the warmth on your lips.
It didn’t last long before he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered and saw him with his cheeks slightly tinted pink as he looked at you, trying to read your reaction. The silence was killing him—but it wasn’t tense. Based on your reaction, you were just surprised.
It’s not like you disliked it.
“U-um, by the way, this is my profile." You said "flustered," trying to get back the mood earlier, and chuckled nervously; he read the room and followed your lead. “Oh, can I see?”
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The first photo was taken by Vanica, and the most recent dates back weeks ago. It was a selfie of you flipping off the camera, soaked in blood, captioned with a blood emoji and a middle finger.
Vanica commented, “Wanna be my PA again?”
You replied, “Not a bad idea."
“Hey!”
Kaiser read those words and sulkily crossed his arms, puffing out his chest. “We’re just joking; chill out.” You chuckled and threw a small punch at his shoulder.
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The sound of your alarm clock woke you up from your deep slumber; you let out a whine at the annoying tone and immediately turned it off. You yawn and decide to get some clothes on to start the day.
You didn’t have the best sleep last night because of a certain incident yesterday. You kept thinking about it until you fell asleep at 2:00 AM.
You saw Kaiser walk out of the bathroom freshly showered. His bathrobe was slightly loose, making you catch a glimpse of his very toned abs. You look to the side as the warmth creeps to your cheeks.
Up until now you still haven’t gotten used to it.
“Good morning," Kaiser greeted while he rubbed the towel at his wet hair. You greeted back and gave him a quick smile and rushed to the kitchen to get some food.
“So we visited this place already..."
You were looking at your phone for more places to visit while Kaiser went to a nearby shop to buy you both water. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see a foreign-looking man.
“Hi, do you know where this mall is?” He asked and showed you a picture of the mall on his phone. While you were giving him the direction, Kaiser walked towards you with two bottles of water in hand. His face contorts in disgust as he recognized the man you were walking to.
“Teddy”
You and the man turned to Kaiser.
‘Do they know each other?'
Teddy Knight, Kaiser’s former castmate from years ago, was also the one who dated Kaiser’s alleged girlfriend from back then, who’s a singer.
There are rumors about how Teddy “stole” the girl away from Kaiser.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Kaiser raised a brow as he stood by your side. Teddy looked at him emotionlessly and glanced at you, now giving you a smile.
“Thank you, I’ll get going now. I hope we cross paths again.”
He said and left off waving at you. You glanced at Kaiser and saw a sour look on his face; you asked him what was wrong.
“I hate that guy.” He said it in a matter-of-fact tone.
“You hate everyone.” You replied.
“Except for you..." he mumbled.
“Hm?” You turned to him to verify if you heard that correctly. His cheeks turned bright red, and he walked away first.
“Nothing!”
You woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat. You groaned as you sat up, covering your almost naked body with a blanket.
You got up, about to go to the kitchen, but you remembered that you were not alone in this place. You sighed and grabbed an oversized shirt from the closet; you didn’t bother to put on pants because the shirt already acted like a short dress.
You opened the fridge for some water. While your eyes scanned for some water, Kaiser saw the light from the fridge as he walked into the kitchen.
You turned around with only his boxers on. You turned back to the fridge, getting the bottle of water, and moved to the kitchen counter.
“Why are you still awake?” He yawned and got his own water. Kaiser closed the fridge and leaned back. “I just woke up…” You mumbled.
“You’re going back to sleep?” He asked and closed the water bottle, placing it on the countertop. You noticed the red mark on his neck.
‘It probably happened again.’
Your face contorts in worry, and Kaiser just gave you a soft smile. Your hand slowly reaches his neck.
“Fuck off."
Those words rang in your head, remembering what happened last time. Kaiser took notice of your hesitation and bent down, reassuring you that it's fine.
You touched his neck, and to your surprise, he pulled you close, catching you off guard as he secured his arms around your plush thighs, caging his torso with your legs as he lifted you up to place on the kitchen counter.
“Kaiser!” You yelp and instinctively put your hands on his shoulder for support. He giggled and gave you a smug look.
“You want to take a look, right?”
You huffed and ignored his remark, now focusing back on his neck. Your left hand gently examined the mark, and your eyes shifted to the rose tattoo. The red mark is not that visible compared to his bare skin.
Your fingertips slowly glided on the inked skin—this was the first time you saw Kaiser's tattoo up close. You’ve always heard about people saying the neck is one of the areas that is most painful to have a tattoo on, so you just thought that Kaiser had a high pain tolerance.
Kaiser softly groans and closes his eyes, leaning on your right shoulder. He softly inhaled your scent and relaxed in your touch. You examined his reaction; he doesn’t seem too displeased, so you continued to trail your touch on his toned biceps and veiny forearm.
Your touch made Kaiser dazed.
It's that feeling again—but this time, it was a bit more intimate. You turned your head, and Kaiser felt the sudden shift, so he decided to back away just a bit, just enough to see your face.
Mmch~ ♡
You don’t know what went through your mind. It just happened. The next thing you knew, your lips were pressed on his. You gently hold his face in between your palms.
——-
Kaiser’s eyes fluttered open to make sure that his senses were not deceiving him. Before you could pull away, he kissed back. You opened your mouth a little, craving more.
He entered his tongue in search of yours. Your tongue fought against his and your breath hitched when you felt him palm your left breast.
You felt his lips curled up when he noticed when you weren’t wearing a bra. You pulled away to gasp for air. A string of your and his saliva fell on the side of your mouth.
You panted, and he grinned through his teeth before kissing the side of your neck as his hand fondled your right breast. The thin fabric made him feel your hardened bud, and he gave it a slight pinch.
“Ah!”
You shrieked, but before you could process, Kaise placed his mouth on your left breast, not caring about the fabric.
“Ngh~”
You bit your lip as you felt yourself getting soaked in your panties.
‘This is bad!’
Kaiser continued sucking and occasionally would softly tug your nipple with his teeth. It was painful but pleasurable; it made you want more. It was like he was doing this on purpose.
“Kaiser…” You whimpered, turning your head down at him. Kaiser looked up, still sucking your clothed breast. Your cheeks warmed from the lewd sight, and placed a hand on the top of his head.
“What we're doing is…."
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*ring ring
You woke up heavily sweating and panted. It all felt so real? You grumbled feeling oddly disappointed , the wet feeling you have down there wasn’t also helping.
You got changed and went to the bathroom to shower. Kaiser was already in the kitchen making something to eat and was also talking to Ness on the phone.
After you got ready, Kaiser also finished his special breadsticks. You and him made eye contact and you both immediately averted your gaze after remembering that heated makeout session last night.
“Um…..is your next ok now?” You asked and glanced at him and sat on the chair in front of him in the kitchen table. “Yeah, it’s fine. It’s normal..”
He noticed your saddened face and chuckled trying to lighten the mood. He calmed down and his expression softened.
“It’s ok now. I’m with you now.”
There it is again, his casual last statement that always makes your heart flutter. “Don’t say that….I might get the wrong idea.” You mumbled and took a piece of the bread stick.
Kaiser my childhood friend who I planned to run with, now everything he could ever want for. The young boy who struggled to survive everyday has now become a young fine man. So….what exactly do you place have in his life now?
A fragment of the past or his asssisstant?
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Thank u for the support last chap!! 💙🥀
I think this story will meet its end in 2 chaps hihi
You'd always known Sae wasn't exactly... expressive.
He wasn't the type to send random "I miss you" texts, nor did he show up at your apartment unannounced without a reason.
Which was exactly why the knock on your door at almost eleven-thirty at night made you frown.
You padded across your apartment, peeking through the peephole before unlocking it.
"...Sae?"
He stood outside with one hand tucked into the pocket of his hoodie, his teal eyes looking more exhausted than usual. His hair was slightly messier than normal, and despite maintaining his usual calm expression, there was something... off.
"You look terrible."
"Thanks."
You smiled.
"I meant tired."
"I know."
Stepping aside, you let him inside.
The familiar scent of rain drifted in with him before the door clicked shut behind you.
"You weren't answering your phone."
"I was practicing."
"...Until eleven?"
He hummed.
"You overdid it again, didn't you?"
Silence.
That was enough of an answer.
You sighed dramatically.
"Sit."
"I'm fine."
"Sae."
"..."
"The couch."
With the tiniest sigh, he obeyed.
"You're bossy."
"I'm taking care of my boyfriend."
"I never asked."
"You also never ask for help."
"..."
"Exactly."
You disappeared into the kitchen while Sae quietly observed your apartment.
It had slowly become a second home for him.
His slippers sat neatly beside yours.
A hoodie he'd forgotten weeks ago was hanging over the dining chair.
There was even an extra toothbrush in your bathroom that he stubbornly insisted wasn't his despite using it every time he stayed over.
You returned carrying two mugs of hot tea.
"Here."
He accepted it with a quiet "Thanks."
For a few minutes, neither of you spoke.
Comfortable silence had always been your thing.
Then...
Your eyes landed on a tiny glass bottle sticking out of his hoodie pocket.
"What is that?"
Sae glanced down before pulling it out.
"Oh."
The bottle was empty except for a few drops of bright blue liquid clinging to the sides.
"New sports drink?"
"Apparently."
"Apparently?"
"It was handed out after practice."
You raised an eyebrow.
"And?"
"It tasted strange."
"Define strange."
"...Like mint mixed with blueberries."
"That doesn't sound bad."
"It also fizzed."
"..."
"...Without being carbonated."
You blinked.
"...That sounds illegal."
"It probably is."
You burst into laughter.
For a second...
You caught the smallest upward twitch at the corner of his lips.
Success.
"I knew I could make you smile."
"I didn't."
"You literally just did."
"I didn't."
"Liar."
He looked away.
"...Maybe a little."
"There he is."
"Who?"
"My boyfriend."
Sae rolled his eyes, though the softness lingering in them betrayed him.
"You've been working too much."
"I have responsibilities."
"You also need sleep."
"I'll sleep."
"When?"
"...Eventually."
You crossed your arms.
"No."
"No?"
"You're staying here tonight."
"I have clothes at home."
"You have clothes here."
"..."
"You left half your wardrobe in my apartment."
"I did not."
"Oh really?"
Without another word, you walked toward your bedroom.
Sae frowned before quietly following.
You opened your wardrobe dramatically.
The left side held your clothes.
The right side...
A black hoodie.
A training jacket.
Three t-shirts.
Two pairs of sweatpants.
A pair of socks.
His scarf.
His gloves.
And somehow...
A pair of football boots sitting in the bottom corner.
You slowly looked at him.
"...Explain."
"..."
"Sae."
"...I forgot."
"You forgot an entire closet?"
"It accumulated."
You laughed so hard you had to hold onto the wardrobe door.
"This is ridiculous."
"You didn't complain before."
"Because every week there's something new!"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"...That's fair."
You pulled one of his oversized hoodies off the hanger and tossed it at him.
"Bathroom."
"I can sleep like this."
"You smell like a football field."
"I showered."
"After practice?"
"..."
"You didn't."
"I was coming here."
"Exactly."
He accepted defeat with another quiet sigh.
"I'll shower."
"Good."
As he disappeared into the bathroom, you couldn't help smiling to yourself.
Moments like these were your favorite.
No fancy dates.
No expensive gifts.
Just... existing together.
Twenty minutes later, Sae emerged with damp hair, wearing one of the hoodies he'd accidentally moved into your apartment months ago.
You blinked.
"...You look comfy."
"I am."
"You basically live here."
"I don't."
"You literally have socks in my closet."
"..."
"...Those are strategic socks."
You laughed so loudly that he looked mildly offended.
"Strategic?"
"So I don't forget them."
"You forgot them because you left them here."
"I remembered where they were."
"You are impossible."
"So I've been told."
You walked over and reached up to towel-dry his damp hair.
"Sae."
"What?"
"Stay still."
"I'm capable of drying my own hair."
"I know."
"Then why?"
"Because I want to."
He went quiet.
His shoulders relaxed almost immediately.
You gently ruffled his soft pink hair with the towel, smiling when he closed his eyes for a brief second.
"...Comfortable?"
"...Mm."
"What was that?"
"...Nothing."
"I think my grumpy boyfriend likes being pampered."
"I tolerate it."
"Mhm."
You reached up and poked his cheek.
"So cute."
"I'm not cute."
"You absolutely are."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"No."
"You literally closed your eyes because I was drying your hair."
"..."
"...I was blinking."
You snorted.
"Sure."
By the time midnight rolled around, the two of you were curled up on the couch watching whatever random movie happened to be playing.
You weren't really paying attention.
Sae rested against the armrest, one hand absentmindedly intertwined with yours.
His thumb lazily brushed over your knuckles every now and then.
The apartment was quiet.
Peaceful.
Comfortable.
You looked over.
"...Still feeling okay after that weird drink?"
"Hm?"
"The mystery beverage."
"I feel..."
He paused.
"...Sleepy."
"Maybe because you've barely slept this week."
"Probably."
You yawned.
"Come on."
"Where?"
"Bed."
He didn't argue this time.
Within minutes, both of you were tucked beneath the blankets.
The room was dim, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
You instinctively scooted closer.
Sae wrapped one arm around your waist without even opening his eyes.
"...Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Within moments...
The apartment fell silent.
Neither of you noticed the faint shimmer of blue light escaping from the empty bottle sitting forgotten on the kitchen counter.
Nor the tiny sparkle that drifted beneath the bedroom door...
...before disappearing into the darkness.
The next morning...
Something soft brushed against your cheek.
You frowned, still half asleep.
"...Sae..."
Another soft brush.
Followed by the tiniest...
"...mrrp."
Your eyebrows knitted together.
"...Did you just... meow?"
Silence.
You slowly opened one eye.
And froze.
Sitting neatly on your pillow...
Was the smallest fluffy kitten you'd ever seen.
Soft rose-colored fur.
Bright teal-green eyes.
And the exact same unimpressed expression...
...as your boyfriend.
"..."
"...No."
The kitten blinked once.
Then let out another tiny,
"...mrrp."
You stared.
The kitten stared back.
Neither of you moved.
"...Sae?"
The kitten slowly closed his eyes...
As if already regretting every decision that had led to this exact moment.
You were currently laying on the couch lazily next to your boyfriend- Oliver Aiku- one of the best soccer defenders known. He was playing some game on his console, his eyes locked onto the big screen in front of you, manspreading as usual in that dominant posture of his that he always managed in such an effortless way.
His buff arm was clung tight around your shoulders, absentmindedly caressing your own arm while his free hand was blasting movements on his controller. You sighed, a soft, content sound, as you nuzzled closer to his neck, breathing in that masculine scent of his cologne, mixed with his usual smell.
All you were wearing was one of his oversized hoodie, swallowing your hands with it and covering most of your thighs with how big it was- barely oversized on Aiku, considering his sheer height and size.
You glanced up at him with a small hum, your hand reaching up to caress his jaw gently, reveling in the slightest sting of his rough stubble on the skin of your palm. Your eyes were fixated on his, heterochromatic, beautiful orbs that were solely focused on the pixels on the screen.
"Want me to bring you a beer, Aiku?" You broke the silence, tilting your head as you waited for his answer. He barely nodded, following it by a gruff "Yeah, please."
You carefully slid out of his hold, not wanting to disturb one of his only ways of finding peace after hard days at training, paddling over to the fridge right next to his living room. Opening the door of it, you huffed in amusement at seeing the usual stock up of beer cans and other, stronger alcohol bottles. He sure did enjoy having a drink on late fridays, hm?
Soon after, you returned to the living room with a cold beer in your hand, smiling at his form and holding it out for him "here you go, baby." You murmured softly.
Oliver's eyes flicked up from the screen when you returned- oh god, he loved this view... you in his hoodie, bare legs on display, holding his beer like a perfect little domestic scene.
He paused the game instantly.
Taking the can from your hand with a small grateful smile, he cracked it open and took a long swig before setting it down on coaster.
Then, he opened his arms wide. "C'mere..." voice soft, he needed you back next to him after just two minutes of being apart.
You obeyed happily, slipping down onto his heavy lap with a soft hum, your arms immediately encircling his broad shoulders and your nose finding his to brush intimately against it, your half lidded eyes staring right through his own.
His rough hands instinctively found your hips, squeezing at them slightly before they traveled down to your ass, lifting the fabric of your shorts up and kneading at the flesh of your cheeks possessively, letting out a deep groan. "My sweet fucking girl...so good for me....real fucking pretty" he murmured.
You shifted your hips atop of his impatiently, feeling yourself getting wet with just the deep tone of his voice that resonated through his big chest, making goosebumps raise upon your skin. He had so much power over you, it was mind numbing.
Your slick cunt squeezed around thin air with want for him, trembling like a leaf into his lap, gushing slick arousal onto his boxers, still totally naked under that hoodie of his, no panties, no bra, no nothing.
Oliver felt it, the heat of your bare skin through the thin fabric, the dampness soaking into his boxers.
A feral noise escaped his lips, ripping from his throat roughly. He didnt even ask for permission, just flipped you onto your back with his strength and tore off that hoodie in one fast motion.
Now you were completely naked under him. Exposed messily. Glistening between thighs from how wet he had made you just by talking dirty.
He stared down at your body, tits bouncing with each panting breath, cunt visibly swollen and dripping, and growled "mine..all mine" before he crashed his mouth to yours. Teeth clashing together, his tongue sloppily tangling with your own and taking your breath away with it.
He reached down in between your bodies as you both pulled apart to gasp for much needed air, his fingers brushed through your folds first, testing how ready you were, before two thick digits pushed inside without warning.
A groan escaped him when your walls clenched around them "Fuuuuck...so tight.." he started curling his fingers just right, years of experience amongst women obvious in how good he was making you feel.
"Your fingers are just huge--!" You moaned, throwing your head back against the cushions and adding with a soft huff "j-just like the rest of y-you-", making Oliver smirk, proud of his size, and he added a third finger without hesitation, stretching you further.
"Good...damn right I am" he rumbled, watching your face twist with pleasure "Need to prep you...'cause im way bigger than my fingers." He wasn't even cocky with it, just factually accurate.
His thumb found your clit then, rubbing slow circles while his fingers pumped deeper, scissoring your insides open, all the while studying how beautifully wrecked you looked beneath him.
"Fuck-!" You gasped, mouth open in a silent scream at the huge stretch of his fingers inside your tight walls.
His eyes darkened instantly at the sight of you so drunk on pleasure and burning pain, fuck, you were so pretty like this..
He leaned down to catch your lips with his, swallowing down every gasp as he worked you open relentlessly, fingers pumping in and out, thumb circling faster now.
The wet sounds between your thighs were obscene. His boxers were tented painfully from how hard he was, but right now? Watching you cum undone on his hand mattered way more.
"Cum for me first..." he demanded against your lips, breath ragged and tense lust in his eyes.
'Mmmh..."' you nodded the best you could, the way his stubble scratched against your jaw making you dizzy off of lust for him. You were so greedy for this man. You loved him so much it was terrifying sometimes. You came fast around his fingers, soaking them through, arching your body prettily, letting out sweet moans.
Oliver felt your climax, the way vour walls fluttered around his fingers, the gush of slick soaking them-
A possessive thrill shot through him. You were his. Coming apart because of him. Only him
He kissed you through it, swallowing every sweet moan... until he finally pulled his glistening fingers out with a soft pop.
Then without missing a beat-he shoved his boxers down just enough to free himself. Thick. Heavy. Already dripping at the tip from how turned on he was watching you cum. His cock was so big and pretty, shaft twitching slightly with each breath he took, broad tip bobbing with it.
He climbed back on top of you on all fours, caging you under his tall body and his hands found the back of your thigh, ready to make you cum on his cock now.
"Can I suck you off first?" You asked shyly, pouting up at him through your flushed face, shaky fingers reaching towards his cock.
Oliver's breath hitched -- fuck, you were adorable when shy like this.
He nodded quickly, almost too eager "Yeah... please." His voice was ravelly with need. Sitting back slightly on the couch, he gave you space to crawl closer. The second vour soft fingers threatened to brush his length? He twitched again, sensitive and aching already.
His hands tangled gently in your hair as he watched through heavy-lidded eyes... waiting for that pretty mouth of yours.
"Mmm... love when you manspread like this" you whispered, watching the way his thick, buffed up thighs spread wide open to welcome your smaller body in, your palms rubbing into his muscles softly while you looked up at him with adoring, submissive eyes. The way he was leaning back, glancing down at you while his big hand was tangled in your hair- fuck...he was radiating masculine presence anywhere he would be, so effortlessly, natural for him.
Oliver melted a little at vour worshipful gaze, you looked at him like he was some sort of king.
And yeah, his posture screamed dominance: broad shoulders slung back, thighs spread wide to make room for you... that thick forearm flexing where his hand cradled your hair.
But the softness in his eyes? That was all you. Only you got to see him like this, raw and vulnerable under your adoration.
When you leaned in finally? He exhaled shakily.. waiting. Needing. Wanting your mouth more than air right now.
"Youre so masculine...its like I can smell fucking pheromones on you" you huffed teasingly, before finally, finally wrapping your hand around his thick base, fingers curling and barely closing around his massive throbbing cock, your lips pressing kisses to his precum covered tip.
His whole body jolted when your lips touched his tip, precum glistening under the dim apartment light.
"Fuck..." he hissed, hips bucking slightly into your touch. That little kiss alone almost undid him.
Your small hand around him? The contrast of delicate fingers struggling to wrap fully around his girth was hot as hell. And now those plush lips were teasing.. kissing... not even taking him in yet and he was already losing it.
"You like it?" You murmured, wrapping your lips around his cockhead and dipping your tongue into his leaky slit.
Oliver's head thunked back against the couch- "Christ.. yes." he gritted out, his whole body tensing. It was maddening.
His grip in your hair tightened, pushing your head down to take more of him. Teasing him mercilessly with that pretty little mouth wasnt gonna work on him.
He forced an inch in, then two.. slowly stretching your lips around his thickness, letting you adjust before thrusting his hips up to get it deeper inside. His breathing turned ragged, each fat inch was heaven, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked obediently.
You moaned around him at the musky taste of his precum, keeping your eyes on his handsome face while blinking rapidly, taking in a deep breath before taking his girth down your throat and pushing past your gag reflex.
His vision whited out for a second-
You, taking him deeper than he expected, your tight throat fluttering around his cockhead, those pretty eyes watering so pitifully yet still locked on his face like you were worshipping him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.
"Holy shit--" he groaned, both his hands now tugging at your hair and keeping your face in place as he adjusted his hips and on his knees, he fucked into it mercilessly, his lips parted to let out grunts and pleasurable exhales of air while he stared down at the way his shaft disappeared into your lips.
And you didnt back down. You parted your lips wider, tongue dragging out to lap at his full, heavy balls, spit foaming around there and spilling down onto the couch in sticky, continous strings.
His thighs quivered, shit- he was gonna cum soon if you kept being this eager for him. He didnt want to cum yet. He wanted the pleasure to last. No, no, not cumming yet.
With a sharp, drawn out hiss, he tugged you off his cock by your hair, panting like he had just ran a marathon, his chest rising up and down and his eyes squeezed shut together while he tried to think about anything but the sensations cursing through him.
Meanwhile, you whined from your spot, your parted lips connected to his swollen cockhead with a thick, nasty string of mixed spit and precum. Fuck, wouldnt you just shut up and give him a break? You sounded too good, making him throb painfully- he didnt want to fucking cum yet.
But no, of course you wouldnt spare him his dignity. With a stubborn pout, you wrapped your fist around his slick shaft and stroked it fast, fingers flying over the length of him with how easily they glided over the overflow of saliva covering it, wet squelches filling the air in such a pornographic way. It was erotic as hell.
He clicked his tongue, pulling you up to cup your jaw, swallowing your lips into a messy kiss and tasting himself on you, mixing saliva with precum between tongues, claiming every spot.
And that still didnt stop you from feverishly jerking him off, thumb rubbing over his plump tip every time-
Ah, fuck it.
He gave in with a rough moan, grumbling as he fucked into your fist, your heavy panting mingling with his breath while he chased his orgasm. And when he felt that familiar coil in his tummy close to snapping, he broke the kiss with a harsh gasp.
His entire body locked up, and he came hard.
Thick ropes of cum spurted out in pulsing waves, some landing on your cheeks, others streaking across his own abs from how violently his hips twitched. His thick, gooey sperm clung to your fingers still curled around him, hot and dirty.
It was probably the most intense orgasm he has had in months.
"Mmmm! Fuck" You whined like a cheap whore, his whore. He was so hot. It was all so nasty, it screamed testosterone, making you look at him like he owned the whole world while he was simply trying to recover from his orgasm.
And you couldn't take it when he was looking at you like that, eyes barely cracked open and his broad chest heaving with each ragged breath he took, no, you couldnt hold back.
You leaned back down, sucking hard on his oversensitive cockhead and moaning sluttily as the remains of his cum on it hit your tastebuds, bobbing your head and pushing his limping cock deeper.
Oliver immediately hissed, facial expression twisting in something akin to pain and torture, snapping his trembling hand down to snatch at your hair, to peel you off his oversensitive cock.
"Baby, I cant. Its too much...gave you all I had already" he heaved out, voice gruff and tired out.
The overstimulation was way more than he could have handled. Yeah, his stamina was intense, but not as much as having to go again after he just came that hard. His cock twitched pathetically against his stomach, still hard-ish but throbbing from hypersensitivity..
He pulled you up to kiss you again instead, licking himself off your tongue while trying to calm down.
You pouted, but relented, your cum covered hands moving to hold at his broad shoulders while your lips dragged against his in response.
He melted into the kiss, deepening it slowly, savoring how you still clung to him. Your lips were so warm, salty and swollen from his release but he truly didnt give a fuck.
One of his big hands slid down your back possessively while the other cupped your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray streak of semen on your face with surprising tenderness for a man who just came like a bull.
"My good girl..." he murmured lazily against your lips, nuzzling his stubble along your cheek like an overgrown cat, content with just cuddling for now.
And maybe if you gave him at least 10 minutes, you guys could continue this properly later on, after all, he still wanted to make you cum on his cock as well.
⭑ TAGS/WARNINGS: x reader (romantic), smau, crack, fluff, swear words, unfunny jokes, established relationship, cringe, oliver is probably very ooc
⭑ WORD COUNT: x
notes at the end
!! PLEASE DON’T COPY OR FEED MY WORK TO AI !!
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⭑ DIVIDERS: by @/tsumiinum
⭑ JUNII’S NOTES: live love laugh cats, also the next post is finally going to be something different than blue lock smau cause my fight with write block is coming to an end
synopsis: reader has some.. questionable search history... and following accounts 😬😬😬 and Julien finds them (based off @shoei-pudding-chan's given idea)
You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, before deciding to take a bathroom break — Julien being your ever-so curious boyfriend decided to open your phone, already knowing the passwords and such.
He opened up several apps, before stumbling upon the accounts that you were looking at, he decided to check them and found.. several posts. With some questionable titles.
"great play and great ass! #julienloki"
"atp he's just flexing it.." [with an attached picture of his backside] #julienloki
"spare us some, please divine dictator prince🙏🙏🙏" #julienloki
What made him more concerned is the fact that you've liked most, if not all posts! He contains his laughter; feeling a little surprised and scared?
You came back and he acts like nothing has happened, yet you felt an ominous situation coming to happen. You were right.
Julien starts speaking, "Wow mon cœur, I didn't know you were into that sort of thing." He hums as you look at him in confusion.
"Huh?" You replied and he only shrugs.
"I've seen the accounts you were looking at." You immediately get flustered, swallowing as Julien just stared at you smugly; "Well uhm. Not my fault you look spectacular..." You replied — a bit shyly.
"Mhm. Thank you." He responded back, smirking.
a/n: wow Friday everybody, im gonna make FICS! I don't cur if it short... silencio
𖥔 ݁ ˖ When they realise, mid-thirst session from you, that they’re the complete opposite of your type…
Stone cold as ever, SAE appears unbothered by your rambling, even if internally he is going through the five stages of grief. Good lord, can you let a nonchalant man live? Expressing emotions in such an embarrassing way is so not his thing. He communicates just fine normally so why would he need such theatrics to prove a point. He’s watching the clip you’ve sent him with mild disgust in his eyes at the main character’s cringey ass love confession. If you think he’s going to try and act like that, you’re dead wrong (u don’t even know about his crush why would you think that lmfao).
‘This is your type?’ he texts you, and is irritated when you leave him on read, only reacting to his message with an obligatory fire emoji. After a few moments of cackling on the floor, you then proceed to begin typing… only to see that your message can’t be delivered? You’ve been blocked?! With the work of spamming a few texts (and because Sae has a soft spot for you) you are graciously forgiven. For now.
BACHIRA is just the sweetest, even when faced with such a beast in front of him. He’s reaaally trying his best to remain enthusiastic in this conversation mostly led by you gushing about this new character you seem to like.
“They’re awesome, like the whole death glare thing and threatening to kill you aura is super moeful. You get what I mean right?” You delightfully explain to him.
“Ehhh~? They seem so boring! Totally not what someone as cute as you should go for!” Bachira retorts quickly, feeling threatened. While happy-go-lucky most times, he refuses to lose to this 2D monstrosity. He will beg you to reconsider. Er, mostly because he tried acting in such a way before in an attempt to catch your attention and couldn’t keep it up for longer than 2 minutes. “Oh really? Then what should be my type?”
“Like- like, someone equally cute and friendly!!!”
KAISER is currently trying to keep his cool. Key word: trying. You are testing his patience like the insolent creature you are, and unfortunately his feelings of affection for you are preventing him from bashing his head against the wall right now. He’s shooing away at the TV in a manner he hopes looks regal and a normal amount of angry, as though the screen could magically grow legs and remove itself from his presence. “What are you doing?” you whine, pawing at his back. “Move out of the way, I can’t see my angel sweetie baby from here.”
The nickname, which should be delegated to him btw, is so shitting annoying. How was he supposed to know your type would be so… dumb and cutesy? Eventually, he just can’t take it anymore and grips your wrists with his. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
You feign innocence, “Nope. Nada. I would never.” Liar. But he’ll let you get away with it this time, isn’t he so kind? Wait- ew, he’s not conforming to your standards. Kaiser isn’t threatened in the least, but ehhh… just to be on the safe side he’s making sure you never meet someone like that.
Whilst at a surface level seeming mature and dignified, LOKI is still very much a teenage boy who can act childish if he wants to. It’s embarrassing, sure, but he deserves a little credit for putting up with this farce for so long. “Who… what exactly am I looking at?” he says in response to having your phone shoved in his face. You gasp in shock horror, and rapid fire explain to him the supposed intricacies of this character, who, quite frankly, sounds like the biggest insecure asshole Loki’s ever heard of. That can’t be what he’s losing to, can it? “I urge you to reconsider.”
Obviously teasing him, you ask, “Why, you jealous?”
That struck a nerve. Julian Loki does not succumb to the infantile tantrums of humans like jealousy. Because he has nothing to be jealous of. Nope. Not at all. He’s rich and far more pleasant to be around than whatever that thing was. And you have the nerve to be smiling at him like that… then he pouts for the whole day until you make it up to him.
NAGI just hopes and prays you’ll change your mind someday. He’s too lazy to do allat.
