| warnings: 18+ MDNI petplay, collar/leash, deep sub space, gentle mommy dommy vibes, jerking denji off, lots of cuteness and my attempt at aftercare cuz cuddles are my love language ok.
| a/n: bro, venus put in the WORK helping me get on track with this fic. thank you for your help, love <3
Your heart could pop out of your chest at any minute. Truly. It was hard to look at Denji and not want to absolutely pass out just by thinking about how cute and precious he was.
You weren’t exactly sure about everything that happened to Denji before you met him, but over the year or so that you had been taking care of him, you’d come to put some pieces together, like how he lost his best friends, how he was scared of women because of how he had been used before. That was the worst pill to swallow in your opinion. Someone out there had truly done a number on him. The Denji you knew now was different from the one you took in when you found him drunkenly wandering alone between bars that he was getting kicked out of because he couldn’t afford to close out his tabs. You knew that she was the reason. Whoever she was, she was responsible for Denji ending up alone on the streets for a couple of years. She was responsible for the way he tried to run away from you. She was responsible for the way he was always wary of your every move because kindness always seemed to be at a cost for him— But it wasn’t for you.
To you, taking care of Denji was the best thing in the world. He was such a quiet and gentle person who couldn’t take care of himself all too well. Yes, he managed to survive on the streets for as long as he did; and, yes, he had that Devil inside of him to keep him safe; but it was different when he trusted too easily or not at all. He was like a lost puppy. He just needed someone to guide him and make him feel safe, and to support him so that he could live life to the fullest while being genuinely happy.
Denji had the cutest obsession with your body. It took some time for him to warm up to you, of course, nothing happened overnight— But once he was comfortable around you, he started snuggling up to your side, testing the waters to see how much he could get away with. Eventually, laying next you turned into him putting his head on your lap. Him resting his head on your shoulder turned into him resting his head on your chest— He loved to hide his face there when he was scared or bored. And when he was sleeping, he started laying down between your legs instead of on your lap. He specifically liked it when he was between your knees, on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your torso, his face on your chest, your hands in his hair or massaging his back, and your lips kissing the top of his head. When you were watching TV, Denji liked to be between your legs, but with his back pressed against your stomach. Both of you felt so relaxed like that. Every time. It was wonderful to have him in your arms, the safest place for him, as he watched his favorite show or movies, and you entertained him by playing with his hair or feeding him popcorn.
He loved it when you fed him food. That was a process that took longer than anything else, which you were sure had to do with her, but you were at least grateful that Denji took that last step towards trusting you completely.
Denji was obviously such a physical person. It was only a matter of time before he wanted to do more with you, but you were always so worried about upsetting him or letting him down or making him freak out by remembering his past somehow. You were just too hesitant. He would move to kiss you, and you’d have to turn away with a quiet apology. He’d try to hump your leg while cuddling and you’d come up with an excuse to get up. Eventually, though, you ran out of apologies and shitty rationalizations as to why you couldn’t do anything with him. Both of you were adults, and he’d been living with you long enough, it was like the two of you were practically dating already— You just couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.
There had been a day when you finally gave in, leaning into his kiss when he made another half-hearted attempt at it, expecting that you’d dodge like usual. And one thing led to another until you were both on your bed with you on top, riding him while he moaned your name and grabbed onto the sheets, barely clinging to his remaining sanity. You learned afterwards that was his first time. You had inklings, of course, but he didn’t outright admit it until after.
Since then, you weren’t exactly sure what to label the relationship that you had with Denji because it was this weird limbo between dating and simply being friends with benefits. Whenever he was hard or you were needy, one of you would pounce on the other. You’d been living with each other for a year. You went out to nice restaurants that required you to get all dressed up. You went to the movies. You went on walks around the park. You worried about him whenever he went out to fight Devils. He worried about you whenever he wasn’t in your arms. That met all the requirements of being a couple, didn’t it?
What really solidified it for you in your mind was when he had crawled onto your lap that afternoon, sliding between your legs so that he could rest against you while he watched TV, and after a few minutes of trying to get your attention by running his hands up and down your thighs, you gave in to what he clearly wanted, which was for someone to help out with the bothersome erection he had straining in his sleep shorts.
With a whiney plea of, “Mommy…” you knew that he was all yours. There was suddenly no doubt about it.
“Yeah, baby?” you cooed so gently in response because you didn’t want to spook him after being so shocked from what he said when all you wanted was to hear him say it again.
“Please,” he begged pathetically.
You indulged him by sliding your hands under his pants and over his hard cock. He melted into you a bit, his head turning to the side so that he could hide his face in your bicep as you started slowly teasing his tip with your thumbs to get a sense of just how needy and leaky he was. It didn’t matter how much the two of you had fucked since that first time together because Denji was always just as cute and pathetic every time.
“Is that it, puppy?” you asked in his ear.
He nodded desperately. “Yeah—” He gasped as you wrapped both hands around his length. “Mommy—”
Fuck, you could die of happiness right then and there when he said that.
“Feels— Feels— S’ good—”
After that day, it didn’t stop. Every time Denji saw you, he’d perk up with a bright smile and jump at you with a gleeful cheer of, “Mommy!” And whenever he was puddy in your arms, you’d pet his hair and whisper, “That’s a good puppy,” to send him deeper into that blissful place of sub-space that he needed so desperately in order to avoid all of the ongoing problems in his life. He liked to sit at your feet now, resting his head on your lap as you played with his hair; and you knew that he liked that spot because if he ever wanted to, he could just squeeze between your knees until you were spread wide for him, giving him the chance to make you feel good.
One day he told you that he was happy to know you. He was happy that you called him puppy. He was so glad that someone good was taking care of him. And he explained that the reason he felt that way was because of the last woman he’d ever opened up to, a woman named Makima who treated him like a dog, like a pet, and not in the wonderful way that you did, had done terrible things to him. You were kind and caring. She was scary and sadistic.
So you did your best to make sure he continued to feel appreciated and cared for. You got him whatever he wanted, fed him food whenever he wanted, and let him cuddle up against you whenever he needed. You started rewarding Denji. For little things, you’d give him headpats or kisses on the cheek, and for the bigger things, you’d give him… Well… You.
Denji put in the work in order to earn you because it seemed like he always needed you.
He came home one day, bragging about the Devil he killed, and how he made enough money off that one kill to pay your rent for the month; and for that, he deserved a big reward. So you scratched behind his ear while praising him for his good work and that you were so proud of him and so thankful that he came home safe, and you did this until he dropped to his knees with a stupid grin plastered to his face and his tongue hanging out with utter happiness. When he was waiting eagerly at your feet, you left to grab his collar and leash from your shared drawer, and Denji happily followed you. He looked so much at peace when you put the collar around his neck. He seemed to melt more and more as you kissed his head when he was wearing what showed that he belonged to you— Which was all he ever wanted. Denji wanted to belong to someone good, and you hoped that you could be that person for the rest of his life.
Poor thing was more than excited to crawl onto the couch with you, to lay between your legs after you reclined back then turned on the TV. It didn’t really occur to him that he’d earned more than that. Denji seemed to be content with the fact that he was there with you, resting against your warm body, hiding his face in your bicep, whining lightly as you tickled your fingers around the collar on his neck.
“Does that feel okay, puppy?”
Denji nodded vaguely.
“What would you like to watch?”
He whispered the name of his favorite show to you, so you played with the remote until you got the episode of the new season playing for him.
“Like that, baby?”
He nodded again before murmuring, “Perfect, Mommy.”
“Good boy.”
Denji nuzzled your arm while you kissed the top of his head. Honestly, did it have to go any further than that? Not necessarily. But Denji knew the rules, he knew the rewards that came with impressing you, and after clearly earning it, how could you deny him his gift? Especially when he looked so cute when he was all blissed-out between your legs—
“Will you do me a favor, puppy?”
Denji nodded. “Anything, Mommy.”
“Be a good boy and watch your show while Mommy makes you feel good.”
His face brightened as a list of potential possibilities began to run through his mind— What were you going to do to him? Tease him? Fuck him? Let him fuck you? Were you going to be nice or mean? Were you going to rush things or let it all brew until he was pathetically whimpering your name? The endless possibilities were running through your head, too, but your mind was made up. You tried to hold him still, because he was always squirmy whenever you played with him, by wrapping the leash around your hand a couple of times before you held on tight then dragged your free hand down his front and under the waistband of his pants. Denji told you once that he had to wear a suit for work back in the day when he did Devil hunting professionally; however, now that he was back to freelance, he got to wear whatever he wanted, including just a t-shirt and some loose fitting pants that gave him plenty of room to move around in while he was fighting— And they were fairly cheap, so he didn’t have to worry about ruining them and feeling guilty about having you buy him more.
“Mommy?” he cocked a brow up at you.
Your hand was sliding into his pants and was wasting no time in taking his semi-soft length in your gentle grip. He let out the cutest, quietest moan you’d ever heard.
“Don’t mind me, puppy.”
“Y-Yes, Mommy…”
You kissed under his ear. The way he tensed as you pumped your hand ever so slowly up and down his length in an effort to get him hard, to which he mewled and screwed his eyes shut to concentrate until you warned him to open up because you told him to watch his show while you took care of him. He tried his best. You could see it while you were peeking over his shoulder to get a good view of his face and what you were doing under his pants, his chin was quivering as he was attempting to hold back any moans from slipping out or from moving around too much before you’d decide to punish him by stopping altogether.
You leaned in to whisper, “You can make noise, puppy.”
A gentle groan left him within an instant. “Thank you, Mommy.” His head fell back onto your shoulder, but his eyes were still open so that he could watch his show— Though you knew he wasn’t really paying attention. “Feels s’good…”
“Does it?”
He nodded. “Y- Yes—” Another moan got caught in his throat as you slipped his pants down to his thighs so that his erection could pop up, giving you more room to please him. “Shit—” His hands grabbed onto your wrist to stop you after you decided to suddenly jerk him off fast and hard. “Mommy—”
“Don’t stop me, puppy.”
Denji carefully let go of you, his hands finding the length of his leash to hold onto instead. “I’m sorry.”
You kissed under his ear again. “It’s okay.”
You continued your movements of dragging your fist up and down his shaft, leading from base to tip, a squelching sound becoming more and more obvious as precum dribbled out of his tip and onto your hand. You tried to play with it to see the clear, gooey strings sticking to your fingers, but Denji wasn’t having it— Not when he was so needy.
Without any warning, Denji suddenly rolled over, his face immediately finding its way to your chest where he could stuff his cold nose between your boobs. You hesitated while letting him adjust. Another pathetic, desperate, needy, pleading whine escaped him as he did his best to hold onto your hips for balance while he was busy running his nose and lips along the outline of your bra around your breasts.
“Mommy, need’ta touch you…” He pressed his hips forward, sliding his length through the loose grip you still have around him. “Please, Mommy.”
It was hard not to grin at him even though he couldn’t see you. With his face buried in your chest, there was no way he could tell that you were on Cloud 9 just watching him fuck your hand at a fast yet gentle pace, something similar to the way he liked to fuck you whenever he was on top and just wanted to make you feel good. Denji wasn’t a selfish man. Though he enjoyed orgasming— craved it, even— he always put your pleasure before his when you’d let him. If he earned the reward of fucking you, he did so in a way that would make you cum; and he’d always hold back long enough to make sure you came first. It was so cute whenever he was thrusting inside of you and his eyes were screwed shut just so that he could concentrate on not cumming.
“Oh, my poor puppy,” you teased. He whimpered when you kissed the top of his head. “You’ve just been so pent up and needy for me, haven’t you?”
He nodded against your chest. “Yes, Mommy—”
Denji was cut off by the way you started matching his movements, fisting your hand along his hard length while he fucked it faster. Every time you were near his tip, you had to tease him. With a gentle swipe of your thumb over the sensitive tip, Denji quickly collapsed from his knees to his stomach, giving up control again so that you could jerk him off and he couldn’t do a single thing about it.
“You’ve been such a good pet for me, puppy. You know that?”
Denji’s nose rubbed against your sternum in response.
“Good boys who earn rewards get to cum. Isn’t that right?”
“F-Fu-Fuck— Yes— Yes, Mommy—”
“My sweet boy…”
“All… All yours, Mommy—” His breath was burning your skin in the best way as he panted, drool likely staining your shirt. “I’m your good boy.”
“Yes, you are.”
After looping his leash around your wrist instead of your hand, you wormed your way down to press your palm flat against his tip so that you could rub back and forth while you were still jerking him off; a dual effort to get him to cum harder. Denji was a squirming mess after that. He couldn’t contain himself, and it was hard for you to keep him somewhat still between your legs, because he was grabbing your hips for dear life while crying into your boobs for mercy.
“I’m close, Mommy— Stop it— Stop— Mommy!”
“Why would I stop, puppy? I told you that you’re allowed to cum. Don’t hold back. Cum for me whenever you’re ready.”
It barely took ‘til the end of your sentence before Denji cried out your name. White ropes of his cum shot out onto your thighs and stomach during the height of his orgasm that you forced out of him; and when it began to slow down, it turned into a spent leak that dripped down your hands.
You kissed the top of his head again as a means to close the gap between the two of you while you were whispering lovely praises to him about how he was so good for you and that he was so precious and that you were happy that he belonged to you.
When he caught his breath and was somewhat alert to his surroundings again, Denji tried to pick himself up so that he could escape you long enough to grab a towel to clean up the mess he made; However, you were still holding onto his leash tight enough that he couldn’t go far before you tugged gently to keep him with you, unable to think about anything about you, which is how it should have always been. You and him. Nothing else.
“Don’t move yet, puppy… Mommy’ll help you when you’re ready.”
Denji slumped against your body, completely giving up control one final time so that you could hug him close, enveloping him in your arms where he was safe and loved and taken care of. If it was possible, you would have liked to keep him there forever. If he wasn’t so anxious all the time, you’d want to keep him at home where you could look after him 24/7 so that you knew he was safe and out of harm’s way. When he was at work, nothing was guaranteed. Maybe if you just held onto him for dear life, refusing to let go, never allowing him out of your arms, convincing him that having his cheek squished up against your boobs was the best feeling in the world— Maybe then he’d stay with you forever.
“I’m so proud of you, Denji.”
He whined happily at the mention of his name.
“You did so well for me, baby.”
You ran your hands up and down his back to help him calm down while he caught his breath. Denji wasn’t wiggling around, which was a sign that he was close to falling asleep; and you knew the second you saw his left foot twitching at the end of the bed that he had actually successfully done so. He was all yours. He wasn’t going anywhere, not in that state when he was covered in cum and sweat, still wearing his collar and leash that you had wrapped around your wrist. Your cute little puppy. You’d take care of him for the rest of his life…
ahhhh breeder noya. yeah. yeah. this is the sentiment.
cw: breeding, praise, creampie, unprotected sex (obviously)
noya literally cannot help himself. he always loses himself in your cunt, to the point that it almost becomes comical if he weren’t so fucking good at filling you.
the first time he ever fucks you, he quickly loses it at the feel of your cunt, sliding into your silky walls with a high pitched, groan that breaks in his chest. he fucks you deep into the mattress, legs hiked over his shoulders before he falls forward, putting his weight on your chest and locking you in a mating press that pushes the air from your lungs with each quick thrust.
sweat crowds his forehead as he rails you, hips snapping quickly against yours, telling you how good your cunt feels, telling you that it feels like you were made to take his cock like this. calls you pretty under him n tells you that he doesn’t want anything else, only needs your sweet pussy, only needs to breed it.
the words tumble from his lips so fast. noya tells you that he’s gonna breed you, that it feels too good and he’s just gotta breed you full. wants to give you pretty chubby babies n feel himself flood your womb.
so chatty when he’s pussy drunk and when he’s with you, he’s always pussy drunk.
“god, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, so good. gonna breed you. need to breed. lemme. lemme breed you. give you pretty babies. wanna watch your face when i fill you up. please?”
n he speaks through pants, pulling out when you nod and snapping the condom off with a quick fist before sliding back into your soaking cunt, warmth and wetness of it consuming him. god, his eyes practically roll back into his head before he starts taking you again, with more energy, more eagerness as he cranes his neck to watch him disappear inside of you. he loves the way your lips stretch for him, the way they wrap around him so tightly.
n when noya gets close he just runs his mouth. tells you that he’s in love with your pussy n wants to make it his. that he can’t wait to feel the way he fills you, wants to feel you twitch n cum around him while he breeds you.
pushes you down by the shoulders and buries his cock so deep in you as he cums, it twitches n pulses in you n noya reaches a hand down to rub your clit messily to get you there. he wants you to cum too, heard it’s more likely that you’ll get pregnant if you do.
starts talking as you cum around him too. “yeah, fuck yeah, there it is. gimme it, gimme it, gimme it. fuck, so good. so so good.”
noya keeps his cock in you for a while after, collapses on top of you and then rolls over so he stays deep inside of you while you pulse around him, cunt drinking up and absorbing his hot cum.
wld u have any input on perv!reo w an innocent/oblivious reader??
──✧ ˚ · “ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞
*.✧ ft. 𝐫𝐞𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞
*.✧ wc: 10.1k. nsfw & dark content / 17+ only / minors dni ! - fem reader, characters are 18+ (but meet as teenagers), dub-con, slow burn, reo's a whore and a sleaze, manipulation, corruption, slight obsessive behavior, misuse of power (reader sees reo as kind of a brotherly figure), cunnilingus, reo's needy, mentions of taking unsolicited sex pics, panty stealing. // notes: reo is either a perv or a sub and there's no in between ! reo fuckers enjoy (☆ω☆)
the first time reo sees you, he’s barely fourteen and it’s in his family home, sitting straight in your seat at the dining table.
you look gorgeous with your big, curious eyes, long lashes, and a lip balm giving your pout a pink sheen. you’re different from all the other girls he’s seen around at school - you don’t try to look older, and actually look your age. a nice change for once. he steals a few glances upon your way from his seat diagonally across, fork digging into the tender steak on his plate. it was nice for a change to not be the only teen at the table, and actually, it was a bit surprising too. your parents were frequent guests at his house, due to the many links between their company and mikage corp, but this was the first time you tagged along. actually, reo doesn’t think he’s ever heard them mention having a daughter - but then again, his head is always anywhere but here, at the table, when the adults discuss over business details and joke around topics that make his head ache and confusion settle on his features.
“what about you, love? got any plans for the future?” reo moves his eyes from his glass of juice to his mother upon hearing her address you. she’s so sweet, just like always.
you blink once, twice, and nod quickly, “oh- oh, yes, actually. i want to help people.” you beam, the smile you’re sporting making your cheeks plump and full. “maybe, um, set up a foundation, or something? i dunno, like the one that organized the ball a week ago, right papa?”
reo has to hold back a roll of his eyes, the interest you first sparked in him long gone. now this was something he’s heard from about every other girl he knows - the other option either being fashion or a family company heir, just like him. you sound a bit clueless, too, the sheepish tone of your voice making you seem even more childish. (not like he’s grown up, of course, but then again, you’re even worse.)
despite how cute you are that day, reo doesn’t feel any interest in you whatsoever. the reason behind why you looked so innocent compared to his other friends, who already started to experiment with makeup and more mature clothing, doesn’t make it any easier to like you either. you are a year younger, and from what his mother tells him once you leave, your parents are very strict on keeping you unscathed by the pressure social media and society puts on young girls. now the thought of you hanging out at his place more often sounds so nohow, it doesn’t even make him excited to finally have some company. you seem immature and a bit naive, and while reo’s anything but aloof, he doubts that he’ll ever get along with you.
or, at least, so he thinks after the night you first meet. as expected, you start coming over to his place more often, now that a brand new deal between your families is about to be signed. while your parents discuss future plans over wine, reo is shocked to hear that for once, maybe he can show you around the house instead of sitting next to them and getting familiar with the investments.
you’re not actually that insufferable, reo realizes after several long hours of you hanging out together in his room. you have an older brother that’s a professional volleyball player now, and he sees the longing in your eyes when you mention him playing overseas. it sparks his interest, how your brother began his career when he was just about his age - he had everything a teenage boy could ever dream of, and yet, he’d rather move to the other side of the world to chase a dream that didn’t gave him any certainty. the more you talk, the softer and less infantile you seem - reo realizes that you actually do know a lot about worldwide humanitarian issues, a lot more than any other kid your age. he listens intently as you tell him about the things you like to do after school, about the many hobbies your parents put you on, and somehow, you manage to find a common ground. you talk and game and laugh for hours, until the night falls and your mum comes up to reo’s room to collect you.
reo gives you a little wave goodbye, and from now on looks forward to your visits - for a while.
years pass by, and while reo manages to keep up his spot on top of his every class, all while meeting up with friends and traveling the world with his parents, you just seem… the same. yeah, you got smarter - a scholarship from the states being the best proof - and prettier, too, which reo is sure other boys notice as well. but you still have this little dreamy edge to you, your laugh all too high pitched and random at times, and you still blush profusely whenever a boy comes anywhere near. you’re still nice, but just not as fun to be around; you're different, than him and the other girls he knows and starts to surround himself with. it’s not your fault either, as reo figures it must be your parents keeping you away from all the opportunities - better or worse - that teenagery has to offer. you’re busy with the scholarship now, thinking of going on a student exchange to the usa, even, and while reo sees it as praiseworthy, you two just seem to lose the common language you once had.
second year of highschool comes by, and you’re merely just a thought at the very back of reo’s head when he meets nagi. the two get along as if they’ve known each other their whole lives, even though seishiro needs a little (uh, maybe a bit bigger) push, and the friendship and newly found passion about football gets reo going. he doesn’t even see you around too often anymore, considering he’s barely at home after school, and even if he is, the time is spent on arguing with his parents. the only times he remembers about you is when you’re brought up by his father - a prime example of how one should take advantage of the privileges they were born into, instead of picking up a worthless dream. he knows you’ve got nothing to do with this, and yet still, the thought of you makes reo hurl.
reo doesn’t really miss you a lot during his time at blue lock - and he doesn’t think it’s anything harsh, considering you were barely good friends and only ever hung out when your parents did, and it was still long years ago, back before you two even properly hit puberty. there’s enough going on during the selections to keep his mind busy and muscles taut with stress - he doesn’t need any interruptions in getting to the top and so, the thought of you is pushed to the very back of his mind. it only ever changes the day of the u20 match, when the buzz of the blue lock’s team victory is still making his skin crawl and blood rush. he’s tired, his legs feel like jelly, and yet, he still makes out the familiar voice from the front row stands as he goes to leave to the locker room.
“reo!” he turns his head upon his name being called out, brows furrowed as he wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. he recognizes the sing-song voice, but the memory is a bit blurry as violet eyes scan through the crowd and eventually fall upon the hand vigorously waving around - moving down, they lock with your bright orbs, a vibrant grin on your lips.
to say that he’s surprised to see you is an understatement - he takes a quick glance around you to check if you’re there with your parents, but he sees that you’re in fact alone. must’ve been your idea now, wasn’t it? reo jogs over to the barriers, and only after closing the distance between the two of you does he notice the changes in your appearance that must’ve happened over the past few months.
he spots the way your features look way more mature now, and how you seem to finally have started to accentuate them with the right makeup. your skin still has the girly glow to it, though, or it might just be the wide smile on your face that’s lighting it up - either way, you definitely look even prettier than the last time reo has seen you, which must’ve been around his sixteenth birthday.
“you won!” you exclaim happily, leaning against the barriers and reaching a hand out to high-five him once he’s in arms reach. he’s a bit hesitant, but only out of surprise. “thought they would never bring you out,” you quip, watching reo roll his eyes. geez, thanks. “doesn’t your head hurt from that save?” your dainty fingers touch at reo’s reddened forehead, and it makes a foreign flutter wake in his chest.
“not really,” he shrugs, letting you ruffle his hair slightly. were you really that touchy with him these few years ago, back when you were children? he can’t recall. “what’re you doing here anyway?” he rubs at his eye, the other one glancing up at you curiously. from his spot under the bleachers, he has just the perfect sight of your cleavage - and usually it wouldn’t affect him in any way, but to his surprise, his gaze is met with bare skin. reo has to swallow thickly upon the initial startle, eyes momentarily locked with the gold necklace that he now remembers you wear even years ago - but this time, it rests right between the valley of your perky breasts, barely visible from the spot where your tits squeeze together. fuck - he knows that puberty can be a blessing sometimes. but could that really be the same you?
your voice brings him back to the present, gaze quickly tearing away from your chest, “i could finally see you play, reo! i never even heard you mention soccer,” you state, voice falling a bit near the end of the sentence. almost as if you regretted the way your friendship turned out. “do you still have the same number?” the question brings a hopeful tilt to your voice, and it makes reo smile a bit. there it is - the same awaiting, sweet sound.
“yeah,” he replies, looking up to lock his eyes with your doe ones. the clumpy, thick mascara on your lashes really does the trick, he thinks as he watches your lips stretch in a smile. “i don’t have my phone on me at blue lock, though - but we will catch up once i’m back, yeah?”
now you were not the only one that has undergone a major change throughout the years, and while reo didn’t look all that different, there was definitely a shift in his personality. yeah, he was still real sweet with everyone, barely ever getting into any fights or arguments and staying on good terms with pretty much everybody. he always could have any girl he wanted - could pick and choose from tens of them at school, and then everywhere else he went - and yet, not even one of them grew suspicious of the way he is. not one of his previous girlfriends or the ones he only hung out with once or twice seemed aware of how his eyes naturally rested lower than on their face when they spoke. they only grew giddier at the way his hands would grope at the soft fat of their tits, their hips, squeezing at their bottom in a way that made their head spin - in a way they’ve already heard from their friends, who also got lucky enough to catch reo’s attention. maybe they were also just glad that it was finally their chance, and didn’t give his hungry touches any second thoughts? maybe they really did think that he was just like all the other horny teenagers, buzzing with hormones, and that his long days of practice only spurred him on even more. sometimes, reo was surprised, even, at how quickly they would respond to his sly texts, a picture attached with no trace of shame. did they ever let the thought of him keeping these pictures linger, or were they really just this dumb?
the more recognition he gets thanks to the blue lock project and neo egoist league, the larger his range of possibilities grows. there’s girls flooding his dm’s, his name being thrown around different thirst tweets, and yet, it’s not like reo’s not used to it already. he's turned eighteen barely a few months before the blue lock project, and so he's already had plenty of time to finally let up all of this pent up tension. he meets up with a few girls during his breaks, spends the night, and is off early morning - with a pair of lace knickers in his back pocket, if he’s lucky (and the girl oblivious enough). some of them don’t even notice the flash going off as they ride him, their back to his face, taking just a little memoir to keep locked under a passworded folder in his gallery - something that he can play back in his mind, when he’s back at the blue lock facility, alone in the showers.
between his little hook ups, he still finds the time to keep his promise - and drives over to your house, which he is a little surprised to find with no sight of you the first time he comes by. “oh, she’s living on her own now! had to move closer to her university.” oh. "she'll be so happy to see you, though, reo! it's been ages since i've seen you, too." to say that he’s shocked by your mother’s words is an understatement - hell, you could even fly a private helicopter to uni each and every day if you only ever wished for it - so did your parents, always so overprotective, really let you move out and start living by yourself? nonetheless, reo is actually kind of content to be hanging out with you again. (the way you carry yourself, so soft and sweet as if your looks weren't enough to fill any guy's thoughts with pure filth, might just be the main reason.) he learns that you got into the university of tokyo on top of the acceptance list and are floored with not only work, but also the uni life that everyone else has been telling you about. ah. so that’s where the sudden change in looks came from, he realizes as you tell him about how happy you were that your best of friends managed to get in with you.
“she’s so cool! i think you would’ve liked her, reo,” you tease, a grin on your lips as you tell him about one of your friends and even go to show him her instagram pictures. he hums, “yeah, she's-" "if only she wasn’t into older guys.” you elbow him in the side with a giggle, and it makes him wonder how to wrap his head around the dissonance you’re giving him.
reo starts to feel less and less surprised with the way you turned out the more you tell him about the girls you befriended in high school, and then the ones you were hanging out with in your sorority house as well. you’ve always been kept in a bubble, as your parents’ greatest treasure - their sweetest little girl, as if you weren’t in your golden age to start experimenting with life and all it had to offer. it was honestly only a matter of time until you slipped away, the blinders your parents wore making them oblivious to your newly born adventurous nature. she’s not like that, he bet they’d say. have you seen her? she’s as innocent as they get! how the hell you managed to stay just that way, reo couldn’t figure out for the life of him. you’re wearing the skimpiest skirts he’s seen on a girl in a long time, your tits spilling out of your top, lashes curled to the heavens and yet, when you look at him, you have the same childish excitement in your doe-like eyes - and it feels as if you haven’t grown at all from when he first met you.
you were never really insufferably dumb to begin with, and reo knows that. your parents made sure you got the greatest education possible and you were a straight A student, keeping interest in many fields - starting from finances and economics, through arts and finishing at high tech. maybe that’s what makes it so appealing and easy to talk to you, spending long hours on bickering and discussing, even though your mind seems so, so much more innocent than his - hell, than any other girl’s your age, too. whenever he slips a dirty joke in the conversation, you frown slightly, a pout on your lips as if asking, what do you mean, reo?, and it doesn’t make any sense to him. yet again - how can that be possible, with the way all of your little friends are carrying themselves?
you start spending more time with each other, considering how close your condo is to the blue lock facility, and it becomes a little routine for him to come right over to your place whenever he gets a few days of break. you spend the time watching tv shows, stuffing your face full of snacks, going to the arcade and gossiping about reo’s teammates or whatever one of your girlfriends did since the last time you two have seen each other.
“m’so happy we’re friends now, reo,” you mumble one night, curled up to his side on the couch, nearly dozing off with some random action movie playing from the flat screen tv. “y’remind me of him so much, yanno?”
ah, so there it is - the reason behind you always staying hooked to his arm. even though you were coming from a very similar background as him, reo was still a little more experienced in life - having seen more, thanks to the blue lock, among other things - and after all, he was a year older than you, wasn’t he? he carried himself with this confident, yet playful smile all of the time, and made everyone in his company feel warm - very much like your older brother did. thanks to him (or more like your stories about him), reo manages to get a good glimpse at how a sportsman’s life really looks like - how even though your family was so close, his visits happen thrice a year at most, and it leaves you missing him so bad, he even has to comfort you and wipe away your tears on one of your movie marathon nights.
sometimes, it seems like there’s two sides to him. one, that makes every girl’s knees buckle at just one glance; and the other, showcased by a bright grin and giddy behavior. either way, reo doesn’t really think of himself badly. it’s not like he’s doing any of it against the girls’ wishes, isn’t it? some would even consider it a good deed, even, he’s pretty sure, with the way he’s the very first one to be touching them that way, taking their innocence away. the only time he ever starts to feel guilt eating away at his insides is when the same filth spills all over his mind, clouding over his senses whenever you are around.
it’s been a year since the neo egoist league has ended - a year full of you, amongst soccer and other things that tore his mind and body down with exhaustion. movie nights, adventure parks, helping you study, going to frat parties with you, even - cause none of the girls are comin’, reo, please, just this once! - as if he really needed any convincing to come. some of the guys there were his high school friends, he realized, and so the thought of catching up with his old colleagues made the party even more appealing. (not to mention the tens of girls that would kill to have him lick the salt off their tummy, the tequila on his tongue bringing a bitter taste to their mouth as they kissed later - one of his favorite party activities, honestly, considering how hard it made him in his pants.)
the first time it happens, reo’s by the makeshift bar, chatting up with a friend he used to sit with at chemistry lab as he pours them a drink - and his head lazily tilts to the side upon hearing your voice calling out to him.
“reo!” you sound as excited as always when addressing him, and he has to chuckle at the way you stumble over your own feet as you strut over to his spot by the bar. “reo, we’re- we’re playing beer pong. wanna team up w’me?”
the amused laughter dies down in his throat as his eyes zero in on your cleavage, the fat of your tits jiggling with each step you hurriedly take towards him. he sees the slight sheen of sweat, watches the way it reflects the neon lights, how it accentuates the glitter of the body spray you put on right before you left the house. reo is glad he has his hand stuck in his pocket, cause now he can quickly fix his hardening dick without making it suspicious - he gives himself a slight squeeze and clears his throat as you approach him.
you smell of coconut, and the scent overwhelms his senses as soon as you press yourself up against him - a giggle leaving your mouth as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in to press a wet kiss to his cheek.
“pretty, pretty please? y’know i’ve never ever played it, and if i lose it’ll make me a loser, won’t it now, reo,” you babble on, a laugh leaving your mouth as his friend gives your nose a flick. he must’ve told you something amusing, reo supposes, but the both of you are drowned out as blood thuds in his ears - as it throbs in his pants, cock aching by how ridiculously hard it got at the feeling of you pressed up against him. he feels your tits as they squish against his chest, feels the rumble of your laughter, the flutter of your lashes against his neck-
“‘xcuse me,” he mumbles, hurriedly, and pries your arms off - earning a surprised look from you (and a cute drunken stumble). making his way through the crowd, the smell of spilled liquor and sweat and mixed perfume makes his head even dizzier, to the point that he’s stumbling into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
one hand works on turning the lock while the other undoes the button of his plaid gray pants, a shaky groan slipping past his lips at the crumb of relieved tension. he dips a hand past the waistband of his boxers and pulls his throbbing cock out, thumb smearing the milky white pre-cum all around the reddened tip as he grabs onto the sink tightly for support.
“shit,” reo nearly whines at the image playing out in the very front of his mind. it’s almost like he can still inhale you, feel you as the heat of your body against his turns his legs to mush. he bites down on his lip, hard, in an attempt to quiet down the needy gasps that leave his mouth every so often, with every jerk of his hand. he tightens his grip on the porcelain, wrist flicking hurriedly and it makes him squeeze his eyes shut, strands of violet hair falling over his forehead as he groans quietly. please, pretty please, reo. it reverbs in his ears, but this time, it’s breathy, needy - as he imagines you giving him your prettiest wide eyes, tears sticking to your lashes, mascara running down your cheeks as he holds your thighs wide open, watching the way your pussy struggles to fit him in-
“ah- fuck, take it-” a mewl-like sound catches in his throat, toned abs spasming as white spills all over the bathroom sink. he struggles to catch his breath, hips needily thrusting into his hand as he rides out the high that leaves a loud ringing in his ears. throwing his head back, he groans softly as he feels the thick cum pool on his fingers, dripping down onto the pearly white porcelain - staining it with filth.
it takes him a breather to finally flutter his eyes open, the bring white light stinging the bloodshot orbs - and he hums to himself, softly, a sigh following soon after as his shoulders relax. he lets go of the edge of the sink and instead turns the faucet on, cleaning his hands off any filth and patting any residue off his cock with a paper towel in relative silence. a random tune booms through the speakers outside, but the bathroom door do their job mellowing it out as he cleans after himself, taking his time to fully come down his high.
the realization only hits him when he’s finished zipping his pants back up and about to fix his hair, glancing up at the mirror - and sees the red tint on his cheeks and blood clinging to the torn skin of his bottom lip, glossy eyes staring right back at him.
maybe he is a bit fucked up, after all.
you wake up in your bed the next morning, a glass of water along with a tablet of aspirin left on your bedside table. loser :p, the note stuck right next to it says, and you honestly wish you remembered what the little joke is about.
“this is so embarrassing,” you whine into your pillow a few hours later and reo chuckles under his breath at the way your legs kick out, body overcome with shame. “i can’t remember a thing! i don’t know what i was even doin’ most of the night,” you mumble, eyes almost teary as you pull your face away to give reo a discontented look. he hums softly, glancing over at you just for a split second before focusing back on the stocks on his phone screen.
“see, that’s why i told you not to drink this much.” he says matter-of-factly, “you’re lucky i was there. you never know who’s at the party with you, kiddo, so you need to stay aware at all times.”
now, reo has to admit that the sight of your eyes glazing over with tears, a subtle pout on your lips, shouldn’t be making him feel as hot as it does - and yet, he continues, and digs the hole underneath you even deeper.
“there’s many bad guys around and you know it,” he mumbles, lilac eyes momentarily catching yours. you gulp and pull your knees up towards your chest for comfort, tears of shame tingling at your lashes. “you’re a smart girl, after all, yeah?”
were the things he said true? definitely - especially for such pretty and sweet girls like you, too good for your own good. but were you really in any danger last night, with him keeping an eye on you the whole time (except for his little… getaway)? not really - but seeing the anxious expression on your face was worth it. sometimes, it made reo feel like he should just grab you by the shoulders and tell you that you had to grow up eventually, for your own safety and comfort. but then again, he doubted it’d even work anyway, and besides, the adrenaline rush he experienced each and every time he instilled a crumb of fear in your heart was just too good to let pass.
it does feel good to have you cling to him even tighter, after all, he figures as you climb on his lap weeks later asyou two hang out in the evening. your hair blocks his view of the game he’s watching, but it only takes a little squirming for you to get fully comfortable and allow him the full look on the tv screen.
“who’s playing today?” you chime in, leaning forward to grab a handful of popcorn. reo’s voice catches in his throat, unable to help the way his eyes cast down, to where your ass is pressing firmly against his crotch and thighs. the waistband of your shorts sticks away from your flesh, allowing him to take a peek of the thin elastic of your thong - bright purple, just like his eyes. it makes him shudder.
“real madrid and barcelona,” he mumbles, clearing his throat and his hand almost flies down to cup his growing bulge in a weak attempt to hide it. the idea dies down in his mind as soon as he realizes your full attention is on the screen, soft hums leaving your mouth every so often along with little comments about the play. you’re absolutely oblivious to his cock prodding at your bum, hard on pressing right against the fat cheeks and aching. some would say it’s embarrassing how quickly reo could stand to full alert, but honestly… who wouldn’t, right? he shifts in his seat, an arm reaching to rest on the backrest of your sofa. he tries, really fucking struggles to keep his eyes on the screen as well, but your small sounds of excitement or frustration make it near impossible. you fidget slightly,
“ah! it hit the pole,” you mumble, brows knit in focus and hands resting on top of reo’s knees, bare and bruised up from the hours of training. reo closes his eyes, deciding to try his luck - and he bucks his hips up, slowly, as to not scare you off his lap. instead, he’s met with silence - and he glances at you shortly, just to make sure.
he has just the perfect view of your back, skin smooth and glowy, and his hands itch to rest on the curve of your waist. experimentally, he places a hand on your side, and feels you shiver under his fingertips.
“your hands are cold,” you whine, but instead of pushing it off your bare skin, you do the thing he doesn’t even dare to dream of right now - you squirm. reo moves his other hand to his mouth, leaning back into the plush sofa as his hips do the very contrary and thrust up against you.
you don’t seem to acknowledge how uncomfortable the position generally is, how it should be for any other male friend whose lap would be occupied by you. instead, you lean forward slightly, hips rolling against reo’s crotch just slightly, and you sigh softly as you give his knees a gentle squeeze.
can you really be this oblivious? honestly, it’s hard to tell which thought makes him harden more - you just putting up a little facade and actually just teasing him by this point, or, which is more likely considering your sweet nature - you being truly, absolutely unaware of how your fidgeting was making his dick throb and ache. the sounds of the game are long forgotten, barely a haze in reo’s mind, as blood pumps in his ears and mouth salivates at both the sight and sensation on you almost bent over on his lap. he feels your dainty fingers tap against his knees mindlessly, or giving his flesh a gentle squeeze whenever you tense up in excitement over the match. he has to lean his head back, eyes closed and teeth nearly sinking into his hand as to not make a sound.
he rolls his hips up against your bum languidly, the friction sending sparks down his thighs, and it feels heavenly. he thinks of how your small hands will feel as they rest in the same exact place as now, but instead, they work as support when you lower yourself down on his cock. he wonders how you’d squeal if he grabbed at your ass, left his hand prints all over the soft flesh, setting a rhythm for you to ride him. for a second, it even occurs to him that maybe, just maybe, if he pushed himself to make a move, the little sleepover with your best friend really could end up with him splitting you open on his dick.
reo hears his breath hitch in his throat, the familiar tension in his abdomen growing stronger, and it urges him to grind against you just a bit faster. upon realizing that you really are absolutely oblivious to how he’s using you to get off, it seems like most of his limits broke loose. (it’s not like anything would happen if you ever did find out, though, right?) his cock throbs and pulses against the thin gray boxers, pre-cum already sticking to the material and it feels fucking disgusting, but so good. he tips over his climax, eventually, hips stuttering beneath you and just as he feels the first spurt of cum soak into the soft cotton, you let out a gasp, and jolt in his lap.
the sensation is enough to make reo’s eyes widen, a choked groan leaving his lips at the way your ass rubs down on him just perfectly, as if helping him ride his high out. his head feels airy as he listens to your little squeal of excitement mix with the sports announcer’s lively comments, the sound tuned out and barely a buzz in his ears. the sticky and thick cum pools in his boxers, and he wonders if you really cannot feel the obvious wetness through the material of his shorts.
you shift in your seat on his lap, ripping a groan from his throat at the way you press down against his overstimulated cock. turning around to give him a puzzled look upon the sound, the sight of your eyes wide and bright almost chokes reo up.
“you okay?” you ask, a hand reaching towards his face to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes. you don’t seem to notice the way perspiration clings to his brows as you touch him.
he gives a nod, swallowing down the saliva that pooled in his mouth, before clearing his throat.
“yeah,” he speaks, and he’s surprised how collected he sounds for someone who had just creamed his pants. his eyes follow the screen, watching the player’s goal from a minute ago replay and it’s actually a little silly how lucky he is to get such a good cover, in fact, as he watches the camera zoom in on his favorite club’s goalkeeper and his sour expression. “just really want barca to win, s’all.”
reo gives up on the hope of you finally growing more self-aware anytime soon when a few more months pass and yet, you still don't notice how your panties would disappear from the hamper or how reo has to excuse himself from the room when you're around - only to come back minutes later, eyes glossed over.
you're starting to make it hard for him not to make a move, and he's honestly stunned that he went so long without finally having his way with you. hell, he even brings you along to the small weekend trip he's came up with, just before the new u20 squad was to be announced. the blue lock team deserves some relaxation before the season starts, even if it is barely a few days, and you do too, considering you had just finished your finals (on top of your class as always). and so, he brings you with him and the rest of the guys and their partners - who at first ask how long you two have been together and then give a surprised look when you laugh, oh! oh no, reo's like a brother to me, really! (something about his longing looks and the way he'd grab your hips tells them different, but oh well, that's not any of their business, right?) the sight of you in all the skimpy bikinis, skin glowing with the tanning oil and cheeks kissed by the sun might just be the breaking point - or at least, one of them, the other being you, going on a date with one of his teammates, and getting your little heart broken.
the sight of you on his doorstep, head hung low and soft little sniffles sounding through the rain outside, is a shock indeed - and reo only has it in himself to coo softly as you stumble right into his arms.
"hey- hey, what's goin' on?" he tries to pull you back from his chest, but the grip you have on his waist is surprisingly strong. instead, he reached for the handle and clicks the door shut, hands moving to rub up and down your arms afterwards. "what happened, bunny?"
your shoulders tremble once, nimble fingers tightening on the material of his white tee. "don' wanna talk," you mumble, and reo wraps his arms around your shoulders, lips pressing to the crown of your head soothingly.
"okay," he mumbles, breathing in the all too familiar scent of your shampoo mixing with the sweet, sticky coconut of your perfume. it brings him back to the frat party months earlier - and makes heat pool in his stomach, even now, as you're sniveling against his broad chest. "i'll run you a bath, okay? you'll get sick."
you don't have it in you to refuse, and in a span of an hour, you're already curled up in the middle of reo's bed, wearing a spare pair of your joggers and one of his sweaters. there's two half-empty cups of ginger tea on the bedside table, and you lay on your side, knees hugged to your chest as you ramble.
reo stares at your face as you speak in a hushed tone, propping his head up on his hand, the other busy with rubbing small circles into your hip. he knows it's bad, god, he knows it's fucked up, but he feels his abdomen tighten at the sight of crystal tears sticking to your lash line.
"and then i said..." you take in a breath, bottom lip jutted out. "said that i- i don't want to do it anymore. that maybe we shouldn't after all, so he got annoyed and tried to change my mind, but-" you cut your rambling off at the silence you're met with, eyes glancing up to check on reo's expression.
he's always been an attentive listener, but this time, the silence almost sounds different. the boy hums, and tugs you a little closer to him. "shouldn't do what?" he inquires; and if it wasn't for the tears smudging your vision, you would've noticed the way he swallows thickly.
you feel your cheeks heat up and scrunch your nose, shaking your head. "you know what, reo," you mumble and he has to force back a sly smile. you're so shy, and now also slightly shaken still from what happened mere two or three hours ago. "i told you already.."
you trail off, the topic clearly bringing you discomfort and yet, reo doesn't drop it entirely. you've grown used to him being so thorough in your conversations, but this time, it makes you fidget slightly.
of course he knows. god of course he does, and the thing keeps him awake some nights, especially after he's scored a goal or two and he has to blow off some steam.
reo's well aware that you've never been with a guy. you've kissed a few of them, yeah, sure. you could've even made out with them, had their tongues down your throat - but you were still innocent, in more ways than one. you were drop dead gorgeous, and yet, the way you would be absolutely oblivious to other guys advance's still hadn't changed one bit since you were barely a young teen. maybe that's why you've never had a man grope you, please you, ruin you - make you stumble over your own feet the morning after.
he's wonders if you've even ever thought of it - if you ever desired to be played with.
"i know," he chuckles slightly and dips his hand under the hem of the thick sweater draped over your waist. a thumb starts to smooth tiny circles across your flesh, mimicking the gesture from seconds before. "i know, bunny. but i've told you already, didn't i, how there's plenty bad guys around." he points out, hand giving your waist a slight squeeze upon feeling you tense up. "why didn't you tell me that you were meetin' someone, hm?"
you can't stand the intensity of reo's violet eyes boring into yours, and so you only give a slight shrug and avert your gaze, "i dunno, reo. just wanted to try something new." you admit, the words now sour on your tongue and you know that this'll be the last time you ever try to go out of your comfort zone for a long, long time. "everyone already did it. i stick out." you grumble, expression soft even as you frown.
your words don't leave him undisturbed - in fact, the expression on reo's face doesn't give out any of the things he's thinking about. if it did, he's sure his eyes would turn black with greed, and he'd most probably drool over the thought of him being the one you turned to instead-
oh.
"why didn't you just ask me?" reo sits up slightly, the arm used to support his head up now straightened. you look up at him, hand itching to brush the hair out of his face - something you seem to always do whenever he has his hair down - but the intensity of his gaze leaves you flustered enough to back down.
"ask you?" you squeak out. it's cute how shocked you sound, reo thinks.
"yeah, why not?" his hand moves further up, warmth resting on your ribs now, just barely below the swell of your breast. you're not wearing any bra - of course you aren't. it's not like you've ever thought of being the slightest bit embarrassed in front of him - not like you've ever noticed how he had to fix his boner at the glimpse of your nipples perking through the shirt you would wear at one of your sleepovers.
the feeling is so unfamiliar, it makes your head dizzy. you and reo have always been touchy with each other - but it's because you were best friends, and it was your way of keeping close, so it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. but now, as he looks at you with such intensity and pushes on the topic that brings you so much embarrassment, the touch seems out of place.
"you know that your first time is really important, right? you'll compare all of your next boyfriends to this," reo hums, giving your flesh a light squeeze. "s'why you have to be real careful who you're pickin' to be your very first, doll." eventually, he pushes himself up straight, and it feels like the air around you has thinned and finally, you could breathe free again.
"still- wouldn't that be... weird, if i asked you to?" you prop yourself up on your elbows and you're surprised you even managed to force the words out. your heart hammers inside your chest, "we're best friends..." you mumble, and reo shrugs - nonchalantly, as if the ache in his boxers wasn't driving him crazy.
"that's what best friends are for," he points out and reaches a hand towards your ankle, fingers gently skimming along the delicate skin. it makes you shiver and fidget slightly as he massages along your calf. "it's nothin' weird. i could just help you out, so you know what you like and how to make a guy feel good, yeah?" you roll your head to the side, face burning. this sounds insane - reo, your sweetest best friend that almost feels like an older brother to you, telling you how he can be your first. what's worse, no matter how uncanny it feels, it surprisingly doesn't raise any objections in your mind.
you must be silent for a short while, because soon he drums his fingers against your knee. (you didn't even notice when his hand moved upwards, and how good it feels.)
"hey, we don't have to," not now, at least. but god, it's getting so exhausting to hold himself back. "but it would be easier for you that way, bunny.. you trust me, don't you?" your heart pulls in your chest at the words, teeth sinking into your bottom lip and reo almost feels sorry for how he's messing with your head.
but honestly, he's not even trying to - after all, he's just saying the truth. if only you gave him the green light, he could show you so much. he knows you better than anyone else, better than any guy out there ever will. he could make you feel things you didn't know were even possible, pull sounds from you that would make you blush with embarrassment. all he needs is just a chance.
the quiet rustling of the sheets brings him back from the train of thoughts and the sight of you, legs slightly spread in front of him, eyes glossed over and cheeks reddened, is enough to choke him up.
"f'course i do," there's a slight whimper to your voice, breath soft as your chest heaves. "s-so, reo, please..."
a grunt catches in his throat as he grabs your ankles, gently, and pulls you towards him - hands immediately moving to roam up your middle. goosebumps rise along your skin, back arching slightly, and you glance up as reo wraps your legs around his hips.
"will make you feel good," he promises, breathily, as he leans down. you can see how blown his pupils are - the pretty violet barely a halo around the black by now. he licks his lips, gaze darting towards yours, but goes to vocalize his question anyway. "can i?"
you would've answered, but the close proximity between you two and the way you can feel reo's soft breath his your mouth makes you act before you can think. you lean in, lips pressing against his in a chaste kiss, and carefully cup his face in your hands.
reo moans into your mouth, shameless, and brings one large palm to rest back on your hip to grab at the soft flesh. you're so sweet, so gentle - treating him with reserve still, but it feels heavenly anyway. just the way he always imagined.
his tongue slips into your mouth, a surprised little sound muffled against his mouth, as he deepens the kiss languidly. your head spins at the feeling of reo's warm tongue, sliding against yours and lapping lazily, fingers lacing together at the nape of his neck. you're pulling him closer, ankles locking behind his hips as he presses himself against you.
there's a bashful mewl slipping past your lips as you feel reo's hard cock rut against your clothed core.
"you're so pretty," he breathes into the kiss, breaking it as he pulls away just slightly, enough to look at you. "see? you're makin' me feel so good, bunny, and we're just kissin'." he grabs your hips with both of his hands now, moving them against his crotch.
the feeling reminds you of when you'd touch your little pussy yourself - late night, under the covers, when the tension and warmth in your tummy would just get too much. but never, ever would you ever think that someone else rubbing at your sweet spots could feel this good. your clit throbs against the cotton of your sweats, and it's almost as if reo feels it at the way he grinds your hips against his harder.
"reo-" you gasp, hand grabbing at his bicep 'cause it's starting to feel like too much. his hands are firm and heavy, holding you against him and handling you however he likes - however he seems fit. it's good, but you have a feeling that it might get even better.
"i know," he coos, chuckling at the way your eyes flutter when he pulls away. he gives your - well, his - sweater a tug, "take it off for me, doll."
you give a small nod and quickly work on taking the clothing off, the air cold against your heated skin. you shiver slightly, both from the change in temperature and the way reo looks at you.
he sighs shakily, hands moving to rest on your waist before slowly moving up and grab at your breasts. you lull your head back into the pillows, the feeling of reo's warmth palms making you shudder. it's new - you've never had anyone touch you like that, ever - and makes warmth pool in your abdomen.
"fuck," you hear him whisper under his breath as he massages at the plush of your tits - fingers experimentally giving a pinch to one of your nipples. you whimper at the feeling, jolting slightly, "fuck, feel how they fit right in my hands?" he flexes his fingers on the flesh for emphasis. "like they were made f'me." a soft groan leaves his mouth, before he leans down and wraps it around your areola.
your eyes widen slightly at the tickling sensation, reo's tongue warm and heavy against your hard nipple, and your back's arching off the mattress before you can register it.
there's a hand slipping past the waistband of your sweatpants, rough fingertips skimming against the skin of your abdomen, just right above your pussy. your hips stutter and chest heaves, making reo moan out at how you stuff his face full with your tits. you're so fucking needy, and you don't even seem to notice. your body acts on it's own, natural and by instinct upon feeling so much pleasure all at once, and it makes his head spin.
he gently dips a finger between your folds, drawing a little circle against your hole and his breath hitches in his throat at the way wetness oozes right out. he pulls away from your chest, a thick ribbon of saliva connecting his reddened lips with your nipple, and looks up at you.
there's one of your forearms resting over your eyes, lips fallen apart as soft little moans slip past. you only pull your arm away from your face when his hand pushes your pants down and doesn't return to it's previous place between your thighs - instead, he taps his fingers on your lips.
you look up at him, eyes tentative, as he breathes out, "lick them for me, baby. so it doesn't hurt."
he knows damn well that you're wet enough to manage a finger or two, even if it is your very first time taking something longer and thicker than your dainty fingers - but the sight of you obediently parting your lips, tongue lolling out to lap at his digits before softly suckling is worth the lie.
reo feels his cock throb as he watches you, intently, as you circle your tongue around his fingers and struggle to fit them in your mouth past his second knuckle.
"good girl," he croons and gives his hard on a firm squeeze through his sweats, just a little something to relieve the painful pulse. your eyelashes flutter momentarily, blood rushing to your cheeks, and he can't help but push his fingers deeper.
you choke slightly, eyes squeezing shut at the sudden intrusion as you feel saliva pool in your mouth and dribble past the corner of your mouth.
"open your eyes," you can barely hear reo speak over your quiet choking. "look at me."
you force your eyes back open, vision blurry with tears as you try to catch eye-contact. tears pool at your lash line as finally, he retracts his fingers from your mouth and pulls his hand away entirely, satisfied.
you sputter, gasping for air, and feel reo's other hand rest on your cheek. he wipes your tears away with a thumb, cups your face in his palm gently and sighs.
"see- that's what other boys would do if they saw you like that," he soothes, voice warm as usual and it brings contrast to his words. "s'why you have to be careful, bunny. don't want anyone to be rough with you, don't you?"
you shake your head quickly, throat still burning and scratchy as you look up. he really does look almost worried, with his eyes soft and focused on you entirely - but it almost seems like there's a haze behind the lilac.
you don't dwell on it too much, 'cause there's already a finger rubbing against your slit again, and this time it slips right in. the sensation isn't entirely new to you - you've played with yourself before, after all - but reo's fingers are so much thicker and longer than yours, feel so rough, and seem to press against your sweet spot almost instantly. you moan sweetly, hips bucking against his hands involuntarily as his fingertip rubs against the front of your pussy. it tightens around his finger, makes him dip it even deeper.
"right there?" he asks breathily, watching as your face contorts with pleasure, and it's enough of an answer. your tummy spasms slightly as you suck in a breath, hips starting to grind against his hand. there's another finger prodding at your entrance, teasingly, before slipping right in next to the other. "wanna see if you can handle two."
there's a slight stretch and burn as you try to accommodate to the girth of reo's fingers, much wider than anything you've ever played with and it is giving you a small struggle. you whimper and shift your hips, hand moving to push at his wrist instinctively.
"can't," you moan out, swallowing thickly as reo gives you a look - almost disappointed, yet intrigued at the same time.
"you've never had anything other than your fingers playing with this little pussy, didn't you?" it comes out as a slight groan, and you turn your head to the side to avoid his gaze. even as you act so sheepish, the slick that coats reo's fingers tell him enough - you're enjoying this.
you're getting off on listening to your best friend talk so sweetly about your pussy, playing with your body how he pleases.
you gulp heavily as you feel his weight shift on the bed, one arm resting across your abdomen and pinning you down firmly. and then, you feel a hot breath fan across your wet cunt, throbbing and creaming for attention, before he takes a long lick up your clit.
your hands grab at reo's hair, fingers tightening to tug and it vibrates against your pussy as he groans. "fuck," you whimper, and he chuckles breathlessly.
"watch your mouth," he muses, humored, before wrapping his lips around your throbbing little clit.
your eyes roll backwards, head pushing into the pillows and you have to bite back a cry at the overwhelming pleasure that seems to hit you all at once. it makes your muscles tremble and head spin how reo seems to work the same exact spot with both his fingers, massaging and thrusting inside, and his tongue, messily and hungrily slurping away. your hips stutter, but don't lift off the bed whatsoever as he keeps them stuck to the mattress with his arm, whining against your heat.
"you can- you can tug," he breathes, purple eyes glancing up at you as he knows exactly what you'll do - give him a little puzzled look, as if to ask you sure, reo? - and moans as his gaze meets yours. you look entirely fucked out already, spit wet on your lips and face pink, eyes wide and needy. he wonders if he looks just as filthy right now, hips rutting into the sheets and soaking his sweats with pre-cum and with his face stuffed in your pussy, devouring you as if he was starved.
he just might be, after years of trying to control himself.
he feels your fingers give a sharp pull at his hair, then push his mouth right back against you until his nose nudges against your groomed mound. it starts to get hard to breathe, he realizes, but you taste just to sweet - almost like honey, thick and sticky on his tongue as he suckles and licks and nibbles, soft little hums and whines buzzing against your twitching pussy.
you feel your back nearly stick to the sheets, thighs trembling against his head as you feel the strange sensation creep up - your muscles tense up as reo's hand presses on your lower abdomen, firmly, a breathy sigh hot on your clit. your eyes widen slightly and you jolt,
"aah- stop- reo, stop," you babble, tongue heavy in your mouth and head hazy from pleasure, but you have to go. embarrassment is dense on your mind as you push at his head, breath picking up and hips bucking up involuntarily. "please, please reo, it feels - ngh- feels funny." you don't realize there's big, fat tears running down your temples now, clear streaks streaming down the heated skin as your voice cracks.
why isn't he stopping?
you choke back a sob, the pleasure white hot in your veins as he groans and pulls back just slightly, enough to speak, "fuck, cum for me. cum on my face, baby." he sounds desperate - looks just the same, too, as you glance at him and the way he works his fingers in and out of your tight heat, fluttering and tightening. big, needy eyes stare up at you, bangs held back by your hand as your fingers pull at the hair, and he lolls his tongue out, grinding it against your clit messily.
you throw your head back, eyes unfocused, as it hits you like a heavy rainfall. the pleasure comes in waves, muscles taut and shaking as your back arches and quiet little cries slip out of your mouth - almost like a chant, and nothing like the sounds all of the other girls made, reo realizes. you sound so, so much prettier. perfect and sweet as you grind against his hungry mouth, cream oozing onto his tongue and juices spilling on his chin. he nearly whimpers, hips rolling against the bed and it takes all of his self restraint not to cum in his pants, too, at the sight of you trembling in his grasp.
the pleasure leaves your limbs warm and fuzzy, a soft buzz in your ears as your climax slowly dies down - but you realize that reo doesn't let up, fingers now having dropped their pace, but tongue still flicking against your oversensitive heat. you whine, swallowing back tears and pulling his mouth away, tugging at the roots of violet hair.
"reo," you sound broken enough, he thinks, and so he gives your clit a last kiss, the smack sounding so obscene it makes you close your eyes in shame. he eases his fingers out of you and gives the inside of your thigh a little peck as well before sitting back on his heels, breathing heavy as he takes you in.
you struggle to catch your breath properly, hair sticking to wet cheeks as you swallow thickly and grab at the sheets - as if you wanted to tug them over your body, cover yourself from his stare and the realization that sits heavy on your mind. reo sighs, nearly dreamily, and sucks your juices right off his fingers as you watch - too exhausted to show any sign of shame.
"m'gonna have you ride my face next time, okay?" he breathes out, giving your hip a squeeze - and before you let his words settle in, you're already nodding along, a soft little whimper leaving your mouth in agreement. it makes his cock jump in his boxers, the way you're so compliant and don't seem to realize the weight of his words.
if only he had known you'd be so easy to convince, he would've made a move a long time ago already, reo thinks to himself as he pulls you up for a kiss. grabbing your wrist to push your hand behind the waistband of his boxers, he drinks up the little moans that slip out your mouth, needy and sweet, nearly enough to make his teeth rot.
reo is so content he's met you, even if it took him long years to realize that your innocence and purity are actually the very thing he needs and wants.
and yeah, you're still different than the other girls - but you're just as oblivious with the way you don't notice his phone propped up on the nightstand.
it’s three forty-eight in the morning and instead of being snuggled up in your warm bed with your warm blankets wrapped around your exceptionally warm husband, you’re here.
standing in the kitchen crying into the fourth batch of instant cake mix you’ve tried putting together.
it shouldn’t be this hard! you’re literally so baffled how you could even mess it up in the first place. it’s fucking instant for crying out loud, just add eggs and water! and yet now it still looks very much not like cake batter, even as you pour it into the pan and shove it into the oven.
all you wanted to do was surprise your husband with a birthday cake before he woke up, that’s it! and yeah, it sucks that he wakes up at five in the morning to go on a run so you had to sneakily slip out of bed at a little after three, but you were willing to make the sacrifice.
so, shaking it from your mind, you wipe at your cheeks with the sleeves of your husband’s olympic hoodie and perch yourself on one of the barstools at your kitchen island. maybe this one will come out good and everything will be fine. as long as you get it out by four thirty it’ll have time to cool and you can frost it. no big deal.
but when you hear rustling coming from down the hall just as you’re pulling the cake out of the oven, your heart sinks to your stomach. a glance to the oven clock tells you it’s only four twenty-two, which someone kicks your body into overdrive.
you’re sure you burn your fingertips as you hurry the cake out of the pan and onto the platter but you can’t feel it as you rush to open the frosting and smear it on. it’s melting right off and suddenly your eyes are burning but you still try, even with shaking hands, and tear blurred vision and—
“love,” wakatoshi’s voice startles you, butter knife clattering to the counter and hands gripping the end of it. “what are you doing?”
when he doesn’t get an answer, rewarded with only the buzz coming from the light above the stove, he makes his way over to you. he looks over your shoulder, to the mess you’ve made atop the otherwise clean counter, before glancing back to you. you’re shaking, and he notices it now.
a hand cups your cheek, turning your face to him and his unruly bed hair. “yn, what are you doing?”
you laugh, and it comes out watery and berating and not the way he likes it at all as you jerk your face out of his palm and force your eyes down, running at them with the heel of your hand.
“i just w-wanted to do something s-sweet for you!” you hiccup through a sniffle, frowning at the bit of icing you accidentally got on the hoodie of his you stole. “but i just kept—kept messing it up and now i woke you up when this was supposed to be a surprise and i’m just—i’m sorry i ruined it, tosh. this is the worst birthday cake ever.”
the silence that follows makes your head pound, and you want nothing more than to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend this is some dumb dream. because leave it to you to ruin your husband’s twenty six birthday all with a little bit of slightly undercooked cake.
a hum makes your head snap up.
“the frosting’s good,” is the first words that come out of toshi’s mouth, tongue peeking out to lick the remaining bit off his finger. there’s a smudge of chocolate at the corner of it as he speaks, and his tongue swipes out to get that too.
you’re about to attest, complain that you didn’t even make that part, you just bought it at the store, but then ushijima’s dipping his thumb into it and reaching down before you can even think to stop him.
and suddenly you have chocolate frosting coating your lips.
“tosh, what..” you mutter, frosting connecting in strings as your lips part. you can see the exact moment a flicker glazes over wakatoshi’s eyes, one that makes your belly feel warm and fuzzy, and then his hand is on your jaw and he’s bending down to kiss you.
the oven’s beeping, apparently you failed to ever turn it off, but neither of you pay it any mind. your fingers crinkle around the front of your husband’s t-shirt as he deepens the kiss, pushes you against the counter, sighs into your mouth as you open it for him. the sweetness of the moment only gets sweeter as his tongue slips in and chocolate is slid across your own taste buds. only then does he pull away, small innocent smile on his face.
“see. good,” is all he says. there’s wet brown icing smeared all around his lips, which you sure mirror your own. he leans down to peck your own one more time before he steps away, turning towards the hallway. “i’ll eat a proper piece when i get back from my run, love.”
you wonder through this kiss drunk state, for just a second, if he even realizes what he just did. but when he looks back at you, bringing his thumb up to his lips and licking the remaining smidge of icing off with a cheeky little cant to his grin, you know he does. and you waste no time catching up to him.
he never makes it out on his run, and the cake gets left uneaten on the counter, but that’s quite alright.
because he gets a much sweeter birthday present instead.
[Now playing// Rio Da Yung x Louie Ray - “movie” ]
//Inumaki fucks with music on. Due to his inability to say much and having to hold back, his choice of music establishes the mood.
//He goes in STRONG for the first round. Pounding to the beat of the song. He’s like a Jackrabbit inside of your wet cunny. He has you faced down on the mattress and works his seven inches to the maximum. Fucking you into the mattress.
//Inumaki has you moaning louder than the song playing from his speakers. He takes pride in making you feel good as well, the louder you moan the faster he’ll go. His stamina is outstanding.
//The first round is the quickest but the pleasure is out of this world. The fast-paced pounding from Inumaki, the under arching tone of the song telling you all Inumaki thought. The strings of cum from both of you are quick to pulse out.
//But he’s not done yet
ROUND TWO//
[Now playing// Mild High Club - “Homage”]
(Particularly slowed)
//Time to regain stamina. Inumaki’s a switch and he’s quick to lay back and watch your pretty tongue slowly lap up at his length’s head.
//Small whines escape his mouth letting you work your mouth around his cock as it pleases. He pants like a dog in heat, his back jolting every now and then when your tongue scrapes across him.
//Soft and gentle caressing of your cheeks and face. He won’t grab, pull or tug at your hair but he’d rest his hands in them grasping at it to tell you you’re doing a good job.
//He loves kisses. He thinks they’re the most intimate things, even from the beginning he only chooses to French kiss you. So when you lean up taking a moment away from your job to shove the same tongue that was on his cock into his own lips. God, he might just cum on spot.
//He LOVES kisses, watching you kiss the tip of his cock makes him flare. Mark him up during this time, take advantage and suck on his neck and let your hands take over stroking at his greedy cock.
//Mutter “I love you” into his ear whenever you get time to breathe.
//He’ll cry out a string of moans when he cums wishing he could say the same to you without fear of what might happen.
ROUND THREE//
[Now playing// Moe shop - “Love taste”]
(Particularly slowed)
//Time for Inumaki to take care of you.
//He sits you down on his cock and holds you by the waist. During this time you feel so connected. His throbbing and aching member inside of you.
//He bites down softly and sucks on your neck. His hands that were holding your waist began to move downwards and played with your pink bud of nerves. He loves your moans and being so close to your mouth makes his cock twitch inside of you.
//His cock warming inside of you while he marks up your neck leaving a beautiful trail of dark hickeys down your throat. The difference in the color of your skin compared to your hickeys made him melt. And the bragging rights he’d have tomorrow when someone would ask you about them.
//But to be fair you did mark up his neck as well.
//If you whine and beg hard enough he’ll start moving. He’s sorry but your cute little whiny moans motivate him. He’ll make up for it by doing all the work. Lifting you up by his hands and pumping you on his cock.
//It’s a slow soft pounding. He goes in deep but not fast. He’s not thick enough for you to feel a budge but you sure as hell feel him knocking on your womb’s gates.
//He’ll lean forward into you and pant into your ear. His moans and groans almost drown out the music in the background but you can feel all of Inumaki’s love through each and every pump he shoves inside of you.
//He’ll lightly bite onto your earlobe as your eyes roll back and you release all over him. Making his slides and pumps out of your slippery cunt even wetter.
//He shoots another load into you and your legs are shaking from the ethereal feelings from tonight.
//But it’s not over.
FINAL ROUND//
[Now playing// Starboi x Doja cat - Dick]
//Fourth and final round! Pat yourself on the back, you survived this long!
//Get ready for hell.
//You just had three rounds of sex yet Inumaki’s pounding into you like a hungry wolf. Your mind’s going blank as his dick is somehow touching places you didn’t know you had.
//With all the juices inside you it only makes Inumaki go faster. You’re turned towards him laying back on the bed while he looks down over you seeing your facial expression change as his dick disrupts your whole body.
//He’ll pull your legs over his shoulder to get at a better angle and you’ll wrap your legs around his neck that’s purple from your kisses and bites. You look at his smirk with your mouth open and your tongue gliding out of it.
//You can’t even moan his name anymore. What comes out of your mouth can’t be considered words. Your walls clench around him so tightly and the speed at which he’s pounding into you.
//You reach up and claw your nails into his backside for some skin to grasp on. Moaning your heart out. The bed creaking like hell and the backboard slamming so hard against the wall a complaint would defiantly be filed against the both of you.
//you feel it coming. Inumaki can tell you’re close too by the way your walls grip him.
//He’s got a treat for you. :)
//He leans over to your ear and parts his pretty pink lips.
Kageyama - walks into your home and just stares. That’s all he does for a good ten minutes, you don’t even notice him. He still has the post practice adrenaline rush but he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable - nor does he really know what to do. So he just stares. You almost have a heart attack when he finally gets the courage to clear his throat, placing his bag on the sofa. Giggling at his wide eyes, you ask him what's wrong. Of course, you don’t really get a response apart from Kageyama coming up behind you, leaning his chin on your shoulder and trailing his hands down your hips. They weren’t quite at your waist, you could tell he was scared of making you uncomfortable. Snickering, you dropped your head back on to him, humming slowly. “You’re touchy today hmm? Feeling okay?”. He grunted, sliding his hands down to grip your ass, keeping them there for a few seconds. “You know why i’m ‘touchy’” he mumbled, pressing his face into your neck. You giggled, moving back against his hips. “I like these” he says through gritted teeth, “a lot”.
Atsumu - he immediately notices. He had gone to take a nap after his morning practice and you had decided it was a great time to put your new leggings on. The blonde may have been tired, groggy from his nap. But his eyes snapped wide open when he saw you in those leggings. One moment you were innocently tidying the living room and then he had landed a volleyball level slap on your ass, rubbing the skin through your leggings afterwards. “Fuck babe, when did you get these?”. Heat bloomed across your cheeks when he tucked his hands under the waistband of the leggings, sliding them down to cup your sore cheeks. “Tsumu that hurt” you whined, “and I got them this morning, wanted to surprise you”. Smirking, he pressed a kiss against your jaw. “Consider me surprised” he chuckled, “sorry for spanking you so hard angel, let me make it up to you”.
Tendou - gets this little smirk on his face. He knows exactly what you’re doing but fuck if it wasn’t hard to control himself. It takes every ounce of his will power to not walk up to you and rub his hands all over your ass but he decided to tease you instead. For at least 20 minutes he ignored your new attire all together, leaning down to kiss your head like he always does and ask how your day went. “Don’t you notice something different about me?” He smiled, “mhmm, maybe pumpkin, what could it be?”. You pouting finally got him to crack and his dramatic ass slid to the floor on his knees, wrapping his arms around your leg and sliding a palm up to grasp at the fat of your butt. He pressed kisses to the outside of your thigh while you giggled, each one more dramatic than the last. “Fuck, you look so good in them”
Is it so much to ask that a yandere noncons me gently, with praise instead of degradation? Just so desperately kisses me and profusely apologizes that they just have to fuck me? Saying they've needed me and needed to fuck me and breed me for months, years even. Someone you might consider good or shy, cocky or cruel, just rocking their hips into you at a fast pace, crying that they're sorry and they really couldn't hold back anymore all whilst praisng you with "good little one", you take my cock so well darling, you were made for me sweetheart, the way your pulsing around me is delicious, I've needed this since the day we met, I've been masturbating to dirty fantasies of us since the first time I saw your beautiful face angel, and now I get to breed you like I've always been meant to bunny. "
In conclusion, I was getting upset about being called a slut and a bitch in Yandere x readers.
➢(Y/n) was considered a nuisance that wanted to get in the way of Lucas’ love for her bestfriend, Yuqi, so she was disposed of in the cruelest way possible. But then, just when she thought it was all over for her, time rewinded for (Y/n). Rewinded enough for her to figure out a way on how to stop Lucas from obsessing over Yuqi, and ultimately killing her. She would do anything just to stop Lucas from turning out the way he was in the near future, if she could.
Warnings: disturbing acts due to unhealthy obsession*, violence, suicide
<- Part 1
*
A loud bang.
You sat bolt upright, panting.
You looked around, and you saw that you were in the confines of your room.
The same nightmare.
The room was dimly lit by the nightlight plugged beside your bed, giving the room a glow of cool blue.
You rubbed the sleep off your eyes, before stretching your arms high up with a satisfied groan. You figured it would be wise to get out of bed immediately before someone barges in your room for you to do so. You stood up and opened your bedroom door.
How many years has it been?
“You’re awake earlier than usual.”
You could only nod at your mother’s words as you sat down on the dining table.
She placed a plate of bacon and eggs with a slice of bread on the side in front of you, and immediately you grabbed the fork and knife that was placed beside it.
Three years.
Three years, four months, eleven days.
“What’s on your mind?”
You looked up from your plate, and saw your mom take a seat from across you.
“You’ve been staring at your food for a while now. You don’t like it?”
“N-no, it’s fine.” You gave her a small smile, before forking a strip of bacon.
“…it’s about Lucas, isn’t it?”
You lift your head and met her eyes again, and as if she had scanned you, she sighs.
“I knew it.”
She reached out to ruffle the hair on top of your head, and gave you a smile that was hard to read… but meant to be comforting.
“I get why you’re worried, but really, you don’t have to be. Lucas is alright.”
You looked at your plate once again. The burnt sides of the egg looked really interesting right now.
“You don’t have to worry, okay?”
You nod, even though deep down, you knew that you’ll forever be worried.
*
It was suicide.
‘Wife commits suicide’
‘Wife ends life after being abused by husband’
Lucas’ mom committed suicide, that night when the boy was supposed to be peacefully resting beside you.
It didn’t take too long before he found out, the police and the commotion outside was already a dead giveaway, so he was told that his mom had a bullet through her skull the next day.
A week later, they said it was suicide.
“Was it really? She… she could never do that--!”
You had eavesdropped on your mom and the police with Lucas. At the top of the set of stairs, secluded by darkness so you couldn’t really see the expression he made… but you wanted to see.
Your mother was right. His mom could never do that.
This was murder.
That wretched father of his doesn’t just deserve jail time, he needs to be executed!
Was Lucas thinking the same thing?
But he didn’t utter a word. He just stood up and left for your room.
The following days, he was silent. Too silent.
You were all over the place.
You tried so hard to talk to him, to interact with him as often and as warmly as you could, in hopes of preserving at least an ounce of his sanity because if anything, this was definitely it.
The start of his decline, at the death of his beloved mother.
But he either answered using as little words as possible, or didn’t respond at all.
The funeral held for his mom was attended by a couple of people, friends and colleagues.
You’ve wondered about it, but then this event confirmed your suspicions.
His overstay at your house.
“Mom,” you whispered to the lady sitting beside you. “Where are Lucas’ relatives?”
She didn’t answer, and only kept her gaze to the child who stood in front of her coffin. You looked at Lucas, expecting him to cry. No—hoping.
You hoped for him to at least shed a tear, show emotion— anything, but there was this unreadable expression on his face again.
Coincidentally, there was a couple ready to have a child, but they were unable to conceive one. They were your dad’s friends.
So instead of going to an orphanage, Lucas was adopted by them.
You still can remember the last time you saw him.
“Lucas,”
He looked at you from behind the car’s window from the inside. He rolled down the transparent glass, knowing that you still have something to say.
“Take care ok? Don’t do or think of anything bad.”
He only blinked at you. At his reaction, you chewed on your inner cheek. You get it. You’ve probably told him this a lot of times, ever since the news of him getting adopted was known. He’s probably sick of it.
“A-Also… I promise to send a text message, I could call you too… I’ll use mom’s or dad’s phone…you too!”
He opened his mouth, probably about to say a short ‘ok’, but you cut him off.
“Everyday!”
You realized you might’ve said it a little too loud, because the adults behind you stopped conversing. You awkwardly had a short stare-down with them, before you turned to look at Lucas with reddened ears.
“I’ll… I’ll always keep in touch. You know that, right?”
He didn’t respond, but even so, you have to get this through him.
“You’re my friend. Maybe even my bestfriend? Yea,”you smiled at him. “I’ll miss you more than you think. Are you sad?”
Of course he is.
“It’s okay to be sad, but only for a short time okay? Because if you’re sad, I’m sad too.”
You still can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you know that he’s listening, so you continued.
“Do you still remember the first time we met? Because I do.
“You wanted to be superman. You wanted me to be your sidekick, the pilot. To help you escape.
“You said it yourself. I’m your sidekick.
“I’ll always be there for you. I promise that. I’ll help you. I’ll always help you…escape.
“If you have a problem, tell me. Because I’d feel like a really useless sidekick. If you cry I’ll cry.
“Because we’re in this together… whatever that is.”
You see his expression soften.
This was it. A crack.
A crack where light was seeping through.
Please…
“Don’t ever forget me, okay? Because I won’t forget you.”
Don’t kill me.
“Lucas, I love you.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
You looked at the man who opened the driver’s seat’s door, and he smiled at you before going inside the car.
He would be Lucas’ new dad.
And the woman who’s sitting beside Lucas would be his new mom.
You knew that both of them won’t be like his first parents. For better, or for worse.
The moment he leaves the house, would be the moment your peace leaves as well.
You could never be okay.
You were so used to him being around enough for you to monitor and control his actions, his behavior.
Now that he’d be two cities away,
What would happen to him?
*
After eating your egg & bacon breakfast with a side of bread and milk, you went to bathe and changed to the nicest dress that you own.
Afterall,
You were meeting Lucas for the first time in three years.
He should be eleven by now, like you.
What would he be like?
While you two exchanged messages ever since, his replies were brief and short, making it feel like you were supposed to solve a puzzle or crack a code just to understand the underlying meaning of it— if there was any.
You can’t tell what a person is thinking without looking at his face, or at least, hearing his voice.
You suggested to call him, but he said that the signal at their place was really bad. You knew better than everyone that he was probably faking it. He just didn’t want to call you.
But it’s okay. You made it up by writing long, detailed, and hearty messages for him. You don’t know if he scans it for a mere second before deleting it, or if he actually reads them but at least, you tried your very best to make him feel loved, supported, and remembered. Cared about.
At least, you tried.
“(Y/n), they’re here,”
You were in the middle of putting on your sock, but because of what your mother said, you immediately put on your flats, even if one foot is missing a white sock.
Rushing to the front porch, you stood beside your mother, watching the unfamiliar car pull up in your driveway. You want to see Lucas, but the car’s windows were tinted.
Thumping of car doors being slammed close, and the little family emerged into view. The mom was wearing a purple button up dress, and the dad in a large white shirt and green khaki pants. Their kid was wearing knee-length shorts and a blue hoodie. Your kid.
“L-Lucas?”
His eyes that was previously on his mother’s because of the conversation they were having, were now focused on yours.
You gulped. You have never been this nervous before.
“Lu—”
You widened your eyes when he suddenly charged at you. He was so fast, you couldn’t even move from your spot.
Wait… don’t tell me that he’s planning to kill me now?!
You closed your eyes and braced impact for what pain was about to come. Knife, a punch, whatever—
But instead, you felt arms wrap around you, albeit tightly, but not enough to bruise your skin.
“(Y/n)!”
Lucas pulled away from the hug, and you saw that he was grinning at you, his eyes crinkling crescent moons.
“It’s been so long! I missed you so much!”
You blinked. Is this guy really…
“Lucas?”
“Hm?” he tilts his head to the side in inquiry.
“N-nothing.” You were just checking if he really was the same Lucas you knew from years ago, the one who didn’t even cry in his mother’s funeral, the one who didn’t give a damn when he was adopted by strangers, the one who looked like the birth of a psycho.
How could Lucas be this cheerful, this expressive? How could he be acting like the eight-year-old naïve Lucas that you were first introduced to?
What… happened?
*
“…and then, we pissed ourselves laughing.”
“Dad, you’re exaggerating,”
Lunch with the Wongs was something.
First, the adults talked about adult stuff, while Lucas talks to you about his favorite shows and videogames. Both his parents bragged about his achievements in school and outside of school, and obviously, Lucas reacted bashfully at that. You’re now at the part where they talk about embarrassing and funny stories, but instead of laughing, you found yourself frowning.
“Stop with the dad jokes honey, look at (Y/n). She seems really bothered by it.”Lucas’ mom hits his dad on the shoulder.
“N-Not at all.”you smiled and faked a chuckle.”They were funny, but I’m kinda slow to catch on, so…”
They burst out laughing, even Lucas.
Come to think of it, it really has been a long time since you last saw Lucas smile, let alone hear him laugh.
The Wongs were like a real family, not that they aren’t one. But you know… it’s like, nothing horrifying happened three years ago. The way everyone conversed with each other was so lively, it almost made you wonder if everything that happened in the past was just a dream. A nightmare.
You’re losing your mind.
“Excuse me, I’ll just go to the bathroom.”you say, standing up and leaving for the bathroom.
A splash of water from the sink still wasn’t enough to remove the exhaustion out of your skin. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and stared at your tired eyes.
Maybe, nothing’s wrong with everything.
Maybe it’s just you, the person who kept dwelling in the past. Everybody moved on, including Lucas, but you couldn’t.
You sighed, before heading out.
“Took you long enough.”
You almost screamed in shock when Lucas appeared in front of the bathroom door you just opened. He giggled at your frozen-in-shock state.
“L-Lucas! What are you doing…standing there…”
“I was waiting for you.”
“Are you going to use the bathroom..?”you ask, already getting out of the way, but he shakes his head.
“No, I just wanted to talk to you.”
“…talk to me? But we could talk at—”
“I just don’t want others around.”He says in a hushed tone.
You pursued your lips into a tight line. Just what could it be that Lucas wanted to talk about with just the two of you?
“Won’t they get suspicious..?”you whispered, afraid that they might hear, but then he laughs.
Uh..?
“They won’t. I told them that I want to have quality time with my bestfriend,”
Oh.
“What is it that you want to talk about?”
“Oh, nothing in particular.”
Since the bathroom was also at the kitchen, you maneuvered your way to the fridge and brought out a carton of milk and put it on the table. You then went to grab an empty glass, but when you turned around, you saw Lucas drinking every single drop of milk from the carton.
It took a while before he noticed you staring at him, and he grinned while wiping his mouth sloppily with the back of his hand.
“Sorry, were you going to drink milk too?”
…that’s why I got a glass…
“It doesn’t matter.”He cuts you off before you could even respond. “What’s yours is mine!”
“What…”
“You’re my sidekick afterall.”
Oh, so he still remembers.
Wait…
So does that mean he still remembers what happened three years ago?
“Hey… Lucas…”
Is it possible that his childhood memories were not forgetten?
“Yeah?”
“How are you?”
He blinked at you, smile suddenly disappearing.
“I’m fine.”
He hoists himself up on the counter.
“Don’t lie, okay? I—”
“What do you mean, (Y/n), I’m doing ok?”
He looks at you with a really confused expression.
“I’m not lying.”he then pouts.
What’s this…
Your fists tightened as you looked down at your feet, one which has a sock on, and another which was sockless.
You’re mistaken once again.
“Let’s go back,”
“What? But we still haven’t played something—”
Lucas tried catching up to you. His complaining was cut short when you stopped in your steps.
“How’s (Y/n)?”
“She’s not doing really good, if I must say honestly.”
You backed up and hid behind the wall, and so did Lucas.
It was like old times. You two hiding, and then eavesdropping.
“She dropped the therapy sessions a year ago, because we thought she was genuinely okay. But lately, she seems to be out of it often.”
That was a wrong move from you. You knew you should’ve been more careful in the way you act. Stupid (Y/n)…
“I don’t know what to do… it looks like she still hasn’t recovered from the trauma from what happened to Lucas and his mom.”
You widened your eyes the mention of the boy beside you.
S-Stop talking..! Before you trigger him—
“I went to therapy too.”
You look at Lucas.
He was looking at you with an unreadable expression.
“Therapy was fun.”
Is he…
“But it’s okay if you still get the nightmares.
I still do.”
Lucas still remembers.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose, and so did the hairs on your arms.
You knew it.
“But don’t tell anyone.”Lucas then smiles, and finally, this expression of his was easy to read.
Because it was fake.
*
“Before we leave, we have an announcement to make.”
Lucas’ mom seemed giddy, and he looked at his dad, and then Lucas, before saying,
“We’re moving here.”
“Uh… what?”
You couldn’t agree more with your mom. What? Move where, in your house? That was rando—
“At the house for sale a couple of blocks away. We’ll finally be neighbors!”
“Mom, our house won’t be next to theirs, are we still really going to be their neighbor?”
“As long as we’re in the same neighborhood Lucas, then we’re neighbors.”his mother insisted.
“W-Wow! I have to tell (F/n) about this…” Your mom smiles brightly, hugging Lucas’ mom. “I really look forward to being neighbors with you guys!”
“We’ll be moving at the end of the month,” Lucas’ dad says before heading out of the house first to start up the car.
Lucas returning to your neighborhood after three years…
Would that be okay?
To be able to see his old house, to recall memories that he shouldn’t really be reminded of…
Would that really be okay..?
You look at Lucas, and find that he’s already looking at you.
“And now we’ll be real sidekicks again, since we live closer!” he says excitedly, making the two mothers laugh.
“Are you ready to be sidekicks, (Y/n)?”your mom asks you playfully, but you didn’t receive it as positively as she wanted you to.
You were terrified.
At first, you didn’t want Lucas to leave because you’re afraid of what might’ve become of him while he’s away, but now that he’s back, you don’t want him anywhere near you.
Because you don’t know what he already has become, and what he would still become.
“Wrong!”he says. “She’s my sidekick. What’s hers is mine.”
“That’s a bit too harsh,”you finally spoke.
“We’re not eight anymore. I’m not going to be your sidekick.”
He blinked at you. The two mothers looked at each other.
Oh no. Maybe you spoke a bit too honestly.
You have to take it back before you agitate this kid—
“L-Let’s be partners instead. What’s mine is yours, but what’s yours is mine.”you say.
Your proposal was a bit different, but you need to do this,
“I wouldn’t take this another way. We’ll be partners, or we’re not friends anymore.”
To drive him away.
Lucas wanted to have control of everything ever since he’s a child. It was maybe because he was raised in a household where he lacked power, so he wanted to have one outside of it. You were sure that he’d chose to not be friends with you rather than be partners. At this, you would successfully make him go away from you without driving him away yourself.
You had to do this in order to keep yourself safe.
“Okay.
We’ll be partners.”
You widened your eyes. “What…”
“Let’s go Lucas, your father’s honking loudly outside.”
“Ah, right.”Lucas nods at his mom.
“We have to go now. See you around (M/n), (Y/n),”Lucas’ mother smiles.
“Bye,”
“Bye (Y/n), see you! Partner!!”
Your mom followed them to the front porch but you did not.
Once again, you were left at the living room, alone. Terrified.
*
17 years.
You didn’t expect to live that long.
But you were seventeen, and so was Lucas.
“(Y/n), Lucas is here again,”
You let out a groan as you shut your laptop angrily and went to open the door.
“Mom, tell him I am busy,”
“But he says today is the day you enroll to a new school.”
You blinked. You forgot!
“Oh no oh noohno,”
You scrambled to get your coat and put your phone, wallet, and important papers at a handbag before running down the stairs, leaving your mom in front of your door, confused.
It was eight-thirty, and you two were running late!
Lucas was sitting down on your couch in the living room, and upon sensing your resounding arrival, he stood up with a frown.
“Hey, what’s up with—”
“No time to explain, do you have your dad’s car with you?”You stopped in front of him.
“Uh, yeah? How do you think are we supposed to—”
“Great! Let’s go,”
“You don’t have to drag me by the collar, you’re strangling me..!!”
You could hear your mom waving you two off with a goodbye as you mounted the
“We’re late! I can’t believe it!”you dramatically face-palmed, and sunk in your seat.
“And whose fault was it? If I haven’t paid a visit then I wouldn’t know that you still hadn’t set off!”Lucas argued back as he started the engine.
“W-Well..!!!”
*
“Welcome to our school.”
“Thank you, sir,” You smiled as you shook hands with the school head.
Today was the day you officially enroll yourselves to Portofino Heights Private Highschool, and uncannily, the school head wasn’t fazed by your slight delay in time and accepted you two whole heartedly. Well, you two were going to pay for your tuition afterall, so…
Once you were out of his office, Lucas nudged you on your side.
“See, I told you everything would be okay. The old man looks nice,”
“Lucas, just shut up.”
“What did I do now?”He whines, but you could only walk faster than him.
“Hey, come on, why are you mad?”
“Because.”
“You’re so hard to understand, I swear.”He huffs and sprints to block your path.
“Hey!”You glare sharply at him, but he doesn’t back down.
“Stop doing that.”Lucas puts his hands on his waists.
“Doing what?”
“Doing whatever you’re doing???”
“What am I doing??”
“I don’t know, what are you doing?”
You pursued your lips into a tight line, not knowing what to say, or if you should say anything at all.
Lucas had his thick eyebrows raised, expectant.
You blinked, and averted your eyes from his.
And then you saw her.
Her, who had her long, black, hair up into a ponytail.
Song Yuqi.
It’s been a while since you saw that cherubic face.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you listening to me?” Lucas gently shook your dazed form.
“What are you looking a—”
Before he could turn to look behind him, you raised your voice.
“LUCAS!”
He jumped a little in shock, as his head whipped towards you immediately. Because you know that you now have his attention, you took this as a chance to grab his hand and run the other way.
“(Y-Y/N)!? Why the hell are we running..?!”
“Just shut up and run!!”
Song Yuqi.
What the hell is she doing here?!
Cold sweat trickled at the back of your neck, and your hold on Lucas’ hand tightened.
They can’t cross paths.
The should never cross paths.
Lucas shouldn’t see Yuqi. He shouldn’t see her and fall inlove with her. You won’t let Yuqi trash your efforts of 9 years down the drain.
You’ll make sure of it, because the cost of it would be your death.
This chapter contains explicit content on the lower half. If you are uncomfortable with such themes, there would be a warning which would prompt you to skip to the next chapter. Anyhow, thanks for waiting for the update! Happy reading.
<- Part 2
***
“How could I even like someone who barely had the guts to confess?”
“Did you think I kissed you because we share the same feelings?”
“It was charity work—I pitied you.”
Charity work? Bullshit.
“Stop doing that.”
“…doing what?” you respond to Kun in a muffled voice.
“Banging your head on the table. I can’t concentrate.”
You lift up your head to look at your roommate sitting at the chair across you. He had his eyes narrowed at you, finding your actions extremely distracting.
“I’m sorry.”
You knew he was sizing you up at that very moment, and then he sighs and closes his book, before setting it down at the table.
“Alright. Mind telling me what’s up?”
Psych Major Kun never fails to remind you of your mom.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Nice try. Tell me, and I might probably help you with it.”
“I said it’s nothing. You’re too annoying.”
“Wow, okay. I get out of my way to ask how you are and you just call me annoying?”
“Because I’m not in the mood, and besides, it’s a ‘girl problem’ and you’re clearly a male, so you wouldn’t understand.”
“Just because I’m of different sex that doesn’t mean I’m not capable of—"
“Okay then. Tell me, do you bleed?”
Kun blinked. He then widened his eyes.
“O, so it’s menstruation…”
You roll your eyes at him, and he scratches the back of his neck before standing up and turning his back on you.
“I’ll just… get you some hot packs.”
You watch his figure go around the room in search for hot packs. You sighed once again, feeling bad for lying to him. But can you help it?
It’s his friend you’re having issues with.
Just because he’s really nice to you it doesn’t mean it’s okay to talk negatively about his friend.
It’s been just two days, but you’re already worried about your rejection of Xiaojun’s feelings.
You constantly remind yourself that his feelings shouldn’t be your responsibility, but you still can’t help but feel guilty about what you did.
Maybe you really were an asshole about it.
“Maybe I should apologize..?” you mumbled quietly to yourself.
“Apologize to what?” Kun asked, and it was then when you noticed him standing beside you, holding out a heated hot pack.
“It’s a who, and it’s you,” you lied casually once again.
“Why would you want to apologize to me?” he frowned, confused.
“Because I snapped at you earlier.”
“You always do. Why apologize now…”
***
The entire day, you just wanted the rest of your classes to end, and go straight to public speaking class. It’s been a long weekend, and you haven’t really had the chance to talk to your best friend Dahyun after the incident with Xiaojun in the café. She was flooded with deadlines that she had to finish, so you thought it’d just be better to talk about it today, in person.
You sat on your usual seat, growing impatient as time passed. Lecture Hall C was almost full, but Dahyun still hasn’t arrived yet.
‘Where is she? Is she going to stay in today?’
You took your eyes off the door and searched in the sea of heads in class. Maybe she’s already sitting somewhere..?
After a minute of searching, you finally found Dahyun’s head. She’s your bestfriend, of course you’d recognize it.
But your frown only got deeper when you saw her. It’s because today, she was sitting beside Xiaojun.
“What the hell?”
Why is she sitting there?
Since when did they start to get close?
As much as you’d want to know the answer to these questions, class has already started, and it’d cause a commotion if you were to go to where they’re currently sitting.
So you waited for the class to end. And when it did, the first thing that came to your mind was to approach Dahyun.
You struggled to put your things back in your bag before turning to look at them. But they were already gone.
So you’ve decided to sprint out of the room in hopes of catching up, only to find it meaningless when you already saw her at the other end of the field, with Xiaojun beside her.
They seem to be talking about something really seriously.
Just what in the hell are they talking about?
You’ve texted Dahyun later that night.
To: Dahyun
Why did you sit next to Xiaojun earlier?
You were relieved that she answered almost immediately.
Dahyun
Why? U jealous?
Damn it. You knew Dahyun was going to pull shit like this.
To: Dahyun
What the fuck lol. I was just asking okay, since you didn’t sit next to me and sat next to him out of all people
Dahyun
woah chill, don’t need to be so defensive
You emit an exasperated groan as you tossed your phone angrily to Kun’s bed. Kun had noticed this from the dining table, but didn’t mention it.
You were riled up, but for no apparent reason. And this took a solid minute to realize.
Why were you so irritated?
“I’m not. I’m just stressed, that was it…”
Kun watched you talk to yourself as you picked up your phone from his bed and then climbed in your own bed.
Women on their periods really are something.
***
The next day, you decided to preheat the fried chicken that you and Kun had last night for breakfast. As you were doing so, you heard a knock on your door.
“Who is it?” you had asked, turning the knob.
Only to reveal Xiaojun in sweats and a plain black sweatshirt. He was also holding a bouquet of (your favorite flower).
“What… what’s this?” you looked back at him, eyes wide in surprise. You definitely didn’t expect him to be here this early morning.
“I was told that this was your favorite flower?”
Ah.
So that was what yesterday was all about. Dahyun, that woman..!
“Yeah, and…?”
“I just thought that it’d make your day.”
In all honesty, you were the one embarrassed for him. What’s with this cheesy gesture?
“I’m not taking it. Go home.”
And you shut the door on his face.
You stood there for a while with your back on the door, and sighed in relief when you heard his footsteps move away.
What the hell?
“What’s wrong with him?” you shook your head, and then resumed to put the cold chicken in the microwave.
*
You thought that was the end of it, but then, it wasn’t.
Later in class, you noticed that he kept glancing at your way. It wasn’t just your imagination, since Chaeyeon also noticed this and threw a fit, ultimately settling on glaring at you the second her eyes landed on your face.
“Look at what you’ve done,”you angrily whispered to Dahyun, who just gave a shit-eating grin.
You’ve told Dahyun what happened earlier, and she snorted, saying that Xiaojun had acted upon her orders. This lead to her spilling the beans about the conversations that she had with him yesterday, and the reason why she sat beside him.
They were talking about you.
Your favorite flowers, food, clothes, interest, everything that he could use to at least appeal to you. It’s because after hearing about the way you heartlessly turned him down in the café, Dahyun decided to help him.
“Well, what if you gave him a chance.”
“What if I don’t.” you glare at her, before sparing Xiaojun a glance. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead, he was talking to Chaeyeon who was now sitting beside him. You scoffed. She’s so possessive of him.
***
Thankfully, you haven’t encountered Xiaojun after class. You weren’t in the mood to go back to the café, nor go study in the library. You just wanted to be home.
But once you got in the room, your sight met Kun who was pacing back and forth with an anxious expression on his face. He felt your presence after a while, and it was then when he seized both of your shoulders. He looked troubled.
“(Y/n), you knew that Xiaojun—”
“Yeah, you two were clumsy at keeping secrets.”
Kun stared back at your taunting eyes, before sighing in defeat. How the hell did they let this slip?
He crossed his arms, and you took this as a cue to take off your shoes.
“So he finally told you huh.” You say as you set them down at the side of the doorway, before walking past him. Kun followed you closely behind.
“Yeah, and how you played him. You’re horrible.”
“Is that the reason why you’re waiting for me? To give me an earful?” you say as you went to open the fridge to get a pitcher of cold water.
“No. I’m here to give you this,” Kun had blocked your way, making you stop in your tracks.
He fished a small box from his pocket, and held it out in front of you.
“What’s…”
“Dejun told me to give this to you.”
Xiaojun?
“No, I don’t—”
“Please, accept it.” Kun cuts you off. You look at him and saw that his eyes were that of a sad doe’s.
“I know that you probably are annoyed with him now, but can you at least pretend to be okay with him? Just like before.”
You gave him a look, and this only made him want to explain even more.
“I don’t know what made you dislike him so much, but if you just give him a chance, he’d make you really happy. He’s soft-spoken, sensitive. I’m not saying this just because I’m his friend. I genuinely want the best for him because you don’t know how he put everyone else before himself everytime. Dejun is a good guy.”
“…I know. That’s why I don’t like him.”
Kun hadn’t expected you to give him a pained expression as you finally took the box and walked past him.
What was going on inside that pretty head of yours?
Kun initially thought that you would be pretty chill about Dejun’s confession, whenever the time came. Never did he think that you’d be pretty pissed about it.
While Kun was your friend, he was a friend of Dejun as well, even more so. It is only right for him to try to sort things out between the two of you, but if you really would be just an asshole to Dejun, then he’d probably won’t bite his tongue, and say that Dejun would be better off with a girl that wasn’t you.
Why was she even pissed at Dejun in the first place? Kun was left to wonder to himself.
***
“A necklace…” you murmured to yourself as you held the thin gold material in front of your face.
It was twelve midnight, but you couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because you actually wanted to know what Xiaojun gave you.
And so once you sensed Kun in deep sleep, you brought out the small box from under your pillow and opened it.
It was a really pretty necklace. Very minimalistic, but classy enough. It was to your style.
You hated to admit it, but Xiaojun did a great job on finding one to your taste.
***
To say that Xiaojun was anxious would be an understatement.
Did Kun give it to her? Did she accept it, or throw it away? Did she hate it? Was she mad now?
Dahyun told him that you like simple things. He thought that the necklace that he got for you was okay-looking. Did you too?
Or maybe you’re really annoyed at him now. Well, he had a fair share of experiencing the receiving of unwanted gifts (from Chaeyeon), and he knows for a fact that it could be a bit bothersome. Okay, maybe now you hate him. Did he really think that gift-giving would be a good idea?! He was so goddamn stupid.
A lot of thoughts ran in his mind. He couldn’t focus on anything at all.
But he did regain his senses, however, when he arrived at the one and only class that the two of you shared. He looked around for you, with each passing time making his shoulders weigh.
“Hello loverboy,” Dahyun approaches him, and he felt his face grew hot at the comment.
“Waiting for Ms. Right?”
“Ah, yes…”he said meekly, looking behind Dahyun in hopes to see (Y/n), only to be disappointed.
“Why the long face?” Dahyun laughs. “She’s at the bathroom. She’ll be here in a second,”
Xiaojun couldn’t sit just yet. He wanted to see you. Say he’s sorry for bothering you with his gifts. Say he knew this probably wasn’t a good idea, but an uncomfortable one. Apologize—
“Dejuuuuun,”
Chaeyeon exclaimed in glee when she saw him first thing in class.
She ran to him, and then stood in his front. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, as she felt her ears redden.
This was the first time she saw him near the door of the classroom.
“Were you waiting for me?”
Was this it? The day he finally recognizes his feelings for her? She didn’t expect it too be sooner!
Xiaojun was about to answer no, but then from the corner of his eye, he caught the sight of the person he was waiting for.
“(Y/n)!” he called out your name and went to block your path.
Chaeyeon was left dumbfounded. She turned and saw him smiling at you with a gaze she never knew existed.
‘This… this bitch!’
You blinked at Xiaojun.
“What?”
“You’re wearing it.”
Ah. He was talking about the necklace.
Your hand unconsciously touched that thing that was holding on to your neck.
“Yeah. I liked it,”you gave him a small smile. “Now if you’d excuse me.”
You then walked past him and then Chaeyeon, unto your usual seat beside your bestfriend.
Chaeyeon was fuming. What the hell? Did Dejun give that necklace to her? To that woman, who was probably no one? Chaeyeon never got anything from Dejun, yet she was the one who spent the most time in appealing to him! Why did that woman get her necklace!?
She felt her blood boil. That (Y/n) really is fucking irritating!
You knew someone was burning holes at the back of your head. You can’t say that you weren’t satisfied at Chaeyeon’s anger, but you weren’t particularly happy either.
As usual, Xiaojun was there to guilt-trip you. The way his eyes visibly shone when his eyes met yours, and how he gave you a boyish grin. Was he really that happy on seeing you wear something that he gave?
People who’re smitten really are weird.
You thought that if it’d be like this every day, then maybe you wouldn’t mind the first few weeks at all.
Or so you thought.
***
“Wake up. Wake up.”
You stirred in your sleep. You were sure that you were about to slip back to dreamland, but the person shaking your form didn’t stop. You snapped open your eyes to glare at Kun.
“What?” you hissed at him.
As he scrambled for his phone, you took yours and saw that it was just two am.
“What the fuck?” you angrily snapped at him for ruining your sleep. And here you thought you’d get your longest sleep since weeks!
“You have to see this.”
Kun showed you his phone. The sudden bright light startled you for a bit, but after a while, your eyes had adjusted to see your school’s anonymous inquiries from the website.
And then you saw your photo. While at first it seemed to be a harmless one since it was just you and your professor talking in the parking lot, the message begged to differ.
‘The student that professor Kim was seeing is (Y/n) from his biology class. I saw them earlier sneaking out. Can you believe it?’
You suddenly couldn’t breathe.
You snatched the phone from Kun’s hands, and scrolled for the comments.
‘What the?’
‘So that’s the girl’
‘She’s my classmate from public speaking class’
‘The discreet ones were always the sluttiest.’
‘What the fuck lol they should fire him and kick her out’
‘This isn’t right’
‘Maybe that’s why she’s doing good in his classes. Damn’
“This isn’t true.” You turned to Kun. “You know this. I’m sleeping. I never got up until you woke me up.”
“I know.” Kun nodded. “I was awake throughout because I’m reviewing for our exams. I’d know if you snuck out last night.”
Even just for a little bit, you were relieved. Kun believes you.
But then, the dread didn’t disappear.
Professor Kim was rumored to be going out with a student for quite sometime now. Everyone knows that it’s forbidden for professors to have a relationship with their students, but since he was an excellent teacher, the university didn’t fire him just yet, not until there was evidence. But now there this is.
But the problem was, you’d also be kicked out.
“I can’t afford to be expelled,” tears started to form in your eyes. “I need to finish college,”
It would be the end of you if you were to be kicked out. You’re one step closer to having a good job for a good life, you worked so hard for a scholarship since you don’t have the money for college.
While it was also equally damning, it didn’t matter what others thought of you at the moment. What matters most is your scholarship.
“We need to talk to the dean later.”
“Oh, they would talk to me,” you choked out, as the tears started to fall.
“I’d be the witness.” Kun’s arms wrapped around your frame, and at this, you started to sob.
“Don’t cry.” Kun murmurs to your hair as his hand made soothing circles on your back.
“You don’t have to worry. And we have a camera here, remember? I installed one. We’ll show the surveillance clips. All of them. You won’t get expelled.”
Kun was so warm. His voice and his embrace, you were safe at that moment. Like always, you trusted him.
He really was good at being a psych major.
***
Everyone didn’t expect what happened in public speaking class later that afternoon.
Xiaojun had looked around expectantly for (Y/n), but to no avail. Was she sick?
“Dejun, what are you thinking of?”
He snapped out of his reverie and looked at the person sitting beside him.
“Oh, Chaeyeon.” He forced a chuckle. “Sorry, I was looking for someone.”
At this, she frowned. It was after a second when she spoke again. “Is it (Y/n)?”
At the mention of her name, Xiaojun’s chest tightened.
“W-well… yeah. But it seems like she’s absent.”
Chaeyeon rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah, and probably will be forever.”
Xiaojun frowned at her words. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, get used to it.” She said irritably. “You won’t be looking for her everyday for the rest of your life, would you?”
Xiaojun looked down. Well, she was probably right. But still, he couldn’t lose hope.
“You!”
Attention was drawn from the professor and to the late-comer who shouted from the door.
It was Dahyun.
She went nearer to where Xiaojun was sitting, with a terrifying expression on her face.
“You were the one who posted that picture!”she shouts as she pointed at Chaeyeon.
What picture? Xiaojun frowns.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Chaeyeon said coolly, which seemed to struck a chord in Dahyun, as she apparently grew angrier than ever.
She went in to physically attack Chaeyeon, but thankfully Xiaojun was in between them, and so he held Dahyun.
“You spread the rumor about (Y/n)!” Dahyun accused. “Are you happy? Now that she’s in trouble?!
“Everybody, this girl is a liar! Whatever you read about (Y/n) is not true, and was just made up bullshit. This bitch wanted to slander her!”
“And what proof do you have?”Chaeyeon finally stood up, levelling her eyes to hers.
“Ms. Kim, calm down!” The professor shouted from the front, but Dahyun didn’t give two shits.
“We all know that you hated (Y/n) from the very start! You fucking psycho! Evil bitch!”
As Dahyun struggled to get out of Xiaojun’s grip, another three students gathered to help him hold her away from Chaeyeon.
“Let go of me!” Dahyun sobbed. “You bitch, were you not happy about the things you already did to her?! You stoop lower for spreading rumors that could damage her and her image! Evil bitch! Maybe that’s why Xiaojun likes her better than you!”
“What did you say?!” Chaeyeon finally lost her cool and went to attack her, but another group of students went and held her.
“The two of you! Come with me!” The professor now arrived in between the two of them and growled.
***
Three days later, the commotion about your alleged ‘scandal’ eased down. Professor Kim was droved out, but you weren’t, as it was proved to be not you who he was seeing. After Kun’s testimony and the camera’s footages, it was proven that somebody had just spread a rumor about you, whose identity was yet to be discovered. The recent events make you just want to rest, good thing the weekend existed.
But rest isn’t forever, and now you’re going to attend classes.
While you still weren’t okay, you weren’t going to waste away the opportunity the university has given you. You’re still going to do well, and prove that you were a just student.
You were relieved after hearing Chaeyeon got suspended for two weeks after picking a fight with Dahyun, but that also meant that your bestfriend was suspended too.
You sighed. This all happened because of Chaeyeon.
She really was batshit crazy. To be that mentally not okay to stoop that low as to take a picture where you and your professor met by chance and label it as “secret lovers sneaking out” for slander.
You were no fool. You knew it was Chaeyeon’s doing, who else would it be?
You entered and had class at Lecture Hall C that afternoon, and your classmates’ looks didn’t go unnoticed. They were either pitying you, or mocking you. While they didn’t vocalize it, you were still the talk of the university.
This humiliation.
Do you really deserve this?
“(Y/n)…?”
You looked up, and saw Xiaojun’s inquiring face.
Everyone was preparing to head out now. Time really flew fast, you hadn’t noticed class had ended as you spaced out.
Xiaojun…
He was giving you a look of pity. Was it the reason why he came up to talk to you?
No. You don’t deserve this humiliation.
You spontaneously grabbed his hand after slinging your backpack onto your shoulder, and headed out with him in tow.
“Where are we going?” he frowned, confused, but you didn’t answer him. Instead, you walked faster, so his legs moved to keep up with your pace.
As you two moved further from the university’s second building, he saw that the two of you were nearing your dorm.
“What…?”
When the two of you finally climbed up to your floor and are now in front of your dorm room, you let go of his hand and fumbled for your room keys in your pocket.
Xiaojun was really confused. He has no idea what he was doing here. Kun didn’t even message him to come over.
He was once again caught off-guard when you reached for his arm and forcibly pulled him inside.
“What are we doing here?” Xiaojun asked, and once again, you didn’t answer and just turned to lock the door behind you. He looked around the room, and Kun was nowhere to be found. So it was obvious that he wasn’t a visitor of his friend.
“(Y/n)—”
He was cut off short when he was pulled down by the collar for his lips to collide with yours.
Xiaojun’s eyes were swirling in an endless array of emotion. He was surprised and confused, but that didn’t mean that his eyes weren’t also clouded with an emotion familiar to him, an emotion which he tried so hard not to explore.
Mouths worked together like clockwork, pausing only briefly as tongues raced out to meet. He was vaguely aware of the soft noises that were leaving his throat. This somehow struck something in you, for you didn’t stop with your ministrations as you slowly but carefully pushed the man behind him. The both of you were sinking quickly, heavily, into a world that was both familiar and utterly foreign.
You pulled away and gasped for air exactly when you made Xiaojun sit on the sofa, with you seated on his lap, and Xiaojun seemed to be breathing heavily as well. He looked at you with lidded eyes, red tinting his pale ears and cheeks.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?”
“N-No, I—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me.” You hissed at him as you rocked your hips, feeling the friction down there from his erection. He flinched.
“You followed me around, trying so hard for me to like you.”
Xiaojun suppressed a moan when you moved your mouth to other parts of him, trailing down his neck and nipping at his tender skin. Your hands moved against his chest under his shirt, tracing the faint toned muscle he formed from moderate exercise.
He wasn’t bound, but his hands didn’t made any efforts of stopping you, opting instead to rest on your hips, holding you in place. You scoffed.
“You’re so fucking pathetic. This was supposed to be your job, yet here you are, letting me do it.”
He wasn’t even given a chance to speak as your mouth searched his again, and your fingers pinched his erect nipples from beneath. His mind was hazy, rendering him the ability to comprehend words. He could only think of how your tongue moved against his, and how ticklish you made him feel from under his shirt.
You felt his hand start to crawl inside your shirt, and you frowned in dismay. You bit his lip, before pulling away and slapping his hands. He pulled them away and to himself in shock.
“Just what in the world are you doing?”
“I was just—”
“I didn’t give you permission to do so.”
Your cold demeanor honestly sent a chill down his spine. He looked down, afraid to meet your eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” You laughed.
“Come to think of it, this is all your fucking fault.”
What was? He wasn’t quite sure, but he was convinced that whatever it is, it was his fault, and he needed to repent.
“I’m sorry.” he says once again.
You stare down at him.
You were really angry. All the pent up frustration you had, whether it related to him or not, it was all bursting out, and you just wanted someone or something to direct it to. And here he was.
Here his gullible and dewy-eyed self was.
You held his face with your hand and forced him to look at your eyes.
You gave him a wet kiss on the lips, before going down and undoing his belt.
At this, he widened his eyes and held your hands.
“Don’t..!”
“What?” you groaned at him.
“I just…”
“You don’t want it?”
“It’s not that I don’t want it… it’s just… do you really want to do this? Because I don’t want you doing something you don’t want.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. He gulped. Your inspecting stare seemed to scan him as if you could see his soul.
“You’re so annoying.” you say flatly, before finally unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
!!!!!!!CAUTION: EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD, WITH SUB XIAOJUN. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH THEMES, SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. !!!!!!!!!!!
His stiff member strained against his boxers, the outline of his shaft prominent against the fabric.
Xiaojun’s breathing hitched when you slowly dragged your nails along the skin of his abdomen, teasingly close to his crotch and his cock twitched in response. You finally hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down enough to set free his member, letting it flop heavily against his belly with a slap.
You didn’t expect his to be thick and plump. The soft pink tip was already forming beads of precum, and this made your mouth water. You wanted to taste him.
You gripped his length, tongue flat as you moved forward, smearing Xiaojun’s precum on your tongue. Tasting the salty slit, you cast your eyes up to meet his gaze. He was panting, and he looked so helpless. At the sight, you couldn’t help but be encouraged.
You held his cock up, licking from base to tip, getting his cock nice and wet. His mouth hung open as your lips wrapped around the tip, your tongue sharp as you swiped across the head of his cock, making Xiaojun squirm.
“(Y/n).” he groans out.
You smirked around him, before you took him deeper and deeper, slowly beginning to bob your head.
You worked what you couldn’t fit into your hands, twisting and jerking his cock as you sucked, your tongue switching between licking at the vein on the underside of his shaft and playing with his tip.
Xiaojun drinks in the sight of you hallowing your cheeks and sucking him faster. He was feeling dizzy, intoxicated at the way you make him feel. While he wasn’t new to porn and sexual activities in general, this was his first time getting head. The sensation that he got from you was beyond comprehension. While the way you suck him hard was hard, the cherry on top would be you placing a kiss on every inch of his cock. Weirdly enough, he felt like you took care of him in some way, like you actually reciprocate his feelings.
Xiaojun couldn’t bear it any longer. His moans and grunting got louder, and you look up to saw him a panting mess. You smiled, releasing him from your mouth, but continued to lick along the shaft.
“Are you coming?” you asked him in a sweet tone, which sent shivers down his spine.
“Yes…”
“Would you like me to help you, or would you like to do it yourself?”
At the question, he turned even redder, and you felt his strained cock twitch against your tongue.
“Help me…”He said in a hushed tone.
“What? I can’t hear you.” You say as you timed it with a pump to his shaft.
“Help me,” he said meekly, but louder than the last time. You smile.
“But you need to do something afterwards. Would you do anything?”
“Yes!” he said with much more conviction, and you couldn’t help but be amused at his impatience.
Xiaojun saw you glower at him before enveloping his cock with your mouth, all the way. He was shaking, close to orgasming. The sucking increased and he had to grab on the couch as you did what you just had to do to get him bucking his hips. You pushed him over the edge once you buried his cock all the way to your throat, nose buried to the hair on his base.
He finally shoots his load in the cave of your mouth, down to your throat. The warm liquid was a shock to your senses, and tears prickled your eyes. You released his shaft with a loud ‘pop’ and you looked up at him, with his cum in your mouth.
Xiaojun looks down at you, and couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter dangerously.
You were both not in an appropriate scenario for him to think of this, but at the moment, he thought you were ethereal. The way you looked at him with those pair of lidded eyes, and hair clinging to your wet skin, sweat hanging at the end of your lashes— was it even possible to stop himself from falling deeper into your hole?
You climbed up once again to his lap and crashed your mouth to his. He widened his eyes, but you were forceful. You cupped his face and forced his mouth open, and your tongue assisted. You two exchanged a sensual kiss, with you transferring the remaining cum from your mouth to his mouth.
“You said you’d do anything once I help you.” You breathed, then kissed his cheek before leaning to his ear.
“Drink it. Drink your own cum.”
Xiaojun thought it was disgusting--maybe even humiliating. Never would he have imagined that he would one day taste himself, but he remembered the promise he made with you earlier. If he didn’t gulp it down, you’d be mad. You might never want to see him ever again. The thought disturbed him, and so he gulped down the thick, salty substance.
Since you had placed a hand lightly on his bobbing Adam’s apple, you knew right away when he did. At this, you smiled.
“Good boy.”
You then gave him a kiss on the lips once again, before you put your forehead on to his, and stared at the chestnut pools of his eyes.
He was lost in yours, but you, on the other hand, found yourself in his.
Xiaojun was perfect. Vulnerable, pure, and non-domineering. Like an angel. While he probably doesn’t deserve the thoughts of him that you were currently having, there was no other way.
You need to get your revenge. And to whom would it be great to get it from?
“It could only be you.” You whispered to him, before kissing him full on the lips.
as y'all know i've been pushing back the update of (the xiaojun fic) leverage part 3. i even promised i'll update it on january.
I AM REALLY SORRY
i'm a HUGE PROMISE BREAKER, AN ASSHOLE, SOMEONE TO NEVER BE TRUSTED AAAAAAAA
actually, i've finished part 3 on january, but i didnt quite like how it went. so i revised it, and revised it, and revised it.
this would be the end of the wait.
i'll drop the part 3 on friday.
whether y'all like it or not, part three would contain smut. yes. the revision of the fic actually was a hundred percent pondering of whether i should make the fic family-friendly or not.
but don't worry, you could skip the smut part if you don't really like racy themes.
or bottom xiaojun.
i'm REALLY SORRY FOR THE ALMOST ONE YEAR WAIT FUCK
Hey ! 😊☺️ Oh my goodness just found out about your account and I am in love with your Xiaojun story but I truly hate our character like the whole time I am like "be nice with Xiaojun and just fight Chaeyeon, isn't it easier ?" Anyway just love the story and hope she will get nicer 😂 love from a French fangirl 🎶💜💜💜🇨🇵💜💜💜🎶
unfortunately though, while making the story, i pictured y/n as an asshole. don't worry though, she gets better overtime! thank you for reading leverage!
okay so i was thinking about the leverage xiaojun x reader and i have no idea what path should it take. actually, i already have a draft saved but would people want it to be nsfw or still sfw? idk im just, what if y'all don't wanna or
Healthy male friendships are almost as rare in mainstream fiction as gay male relationships, and maybe more rare in fanfiction. Let men be wonderful friends without pushing a romantic relationship, just like men and women should be able to be wonderful friends without the pressure of a romantic relationship.
This is literally the reason men are so terrified of being open about loving each other platonically, because they don’t want people to assume they’re gay just because they can be supportive of their fucking friends
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