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would you wet your fingers for me?...
would you place a bookmark in me?
LIBRARY
(n.) a playground for books and readers, but also for occasional debauchery
Synopsis: your plan is to avoid your rival, now that youâve both been hired as assistant librarians, to minimise the chances of getting into hours long debates and committing murder. the problem is that he's everywhere â helping you carry heavy boxes, scoffing at your choice of literature, eating you out in the back corner between the We Shouldn't Do This and the We'll Never Speak of This Again shelves. in all the bickering and orgasms, you're left with one question:
is the smell of books an aphrodisiac?
Warnings: plot with porn, a romcom vibe series, college au, nerd!nanami x nerd!reader, both classical lit students, f!reader, rivals to lovers, forced proximity, they're mean to each other, specific warnings have been added to the relevant chapters, Nanami art by @/thatsallitchief, will eventually be available on AO3, not proofread
Word Count: tbc
Canto I - The Hopeless Gate
â you wanted the librarian job. unfortunately so did he. and the world hates you so you both got the job. now you have to learn how to tolerate his existence with much closer proximity than before. it's doable, isn't it?
Canto II - The Second Circle
â this job's not as stimulating as you thought it would be. people are predictable, unadventurous, and too serious. he looks bored too. stoking some harmless competition wouldn't be so bad, right?
Canto III - The Dark Descent
â stakes have been added to the pot. you should stop letting him part your legs, should stop allowing him to light your fire, but no harm no foul if you guys just continue as you have been, no?
Canto IV - The Emerging Stars
â this was a mistake. all of it was. from the very beginning, it was doomed. you're too similar, too ambitious, too cutthroat. at the end of the day, you're only ever meant to be rivals...aren't you?
Synopsis: in which popular girl!reader is done with shitty players and wants to try the newest delicacy: virgin nerds. Itâs game on to seduce the physics student, who seems more than ready to abandon his life of celibacy.
But their arrangement only works if theyâre both on the same page. What happens when one expects a little more than sex?
Is it game over?
Warnings: eventual smut, plot with porn, fake dating trope, college au, no curses au, mean girl!reader, fem dom!reader, nerd!jo, subby!gojo, virgin!gojo, masochist!gojo, some angst but with a happy ending, very early 2000s romcoms, reader grows a lot (hate towards her will not be tolerated), reader gets humbled quite often here lol, chapter specific warnings will be listed on the chapter, some allusions to toxic/unhealthy relationships and coping, not proofread
Word Count: 41k
Gojo art by @/Leimiruu on X
Chapter ONE - Game start
Chapter TWO - Different levels
Chapter THREE - Boss fight
Chapter FOUR - Perfect victory
Disclaimers:
†COMPLETED
†Available on AO3.
†This is a mix of fluff, smut and angst, so minors/ageless blogs do not interact.
†Any comments hating on the reader in this story will be deleted and the user will be blocked. The story plays on the mean girl trope so you will see mean girl behaviour. Just know this is all intentional. If you are sensitive to a flawed female character, do not read. I know what some of you are like. I have played these games before.
†This is a college au separate from my EdenU au. Different Gojo and university setting altogether. Any semblance is coincidental.
†Every part of this is of my own work. No AI or external inspiration was used. Please do not repost this on Tumblr or on any other platform without credits. I do not give permission for this to be translated. And please do not feed my work into AI.
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there's a steamy website being shared around the boys. what could possibly go wrong with checking it out?
nerd!roommate!gojo x camgirl!reader
wc. 8k
cw/tw. explicit sexual content, masturbation, use of toys, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, creampie, oral sex, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, squirting, dirty talk, shameless smut
18+ mdni
Satoru thinks the idea of him typing down the website on his PCâs browser is stupid and embarrassing.
Of course heâs watched porn countless times before, but that's on his phone. He hasn't tried it ever on the 49-inch ultrawide curved monitor sitting on his desk. The experience would be different, sure, but he knows heâs not that shameless.
Yet.
Besides, he has you as his roommate. He thinks itâs an indecent move to watch porn when youâre literally just on the other side of the dorm. So whenever it was his âme timeâ, he always makes sure you're out or you're in class somewhere across the campus.
He had already imagined many worst-case scenarios of being caught by you. Would there be even any chances youâd open his bedroom door? While the probability is ten percent or maybe even less, it is never zero.
Hell, you barely leave your room. The walls are incredibly thick and soundproofed, and both of your rooms sit at the opposite ends of the unit, at thatâit still feels mortifying.
But curiosity follows him everywhere. The guys from his program have been talking about the site so much. Theyâre crazy about it. Some even mentioned having already spent a hundred bucks for just one mere streamer. He thinks theyâre stupidâtheyâre wasting their precious money for absolutely nothing.
www.girlsoncum.com
âReally? Girls on cum?â He asks Suguru, who willingly showed him the website on his phone.
This guyâs shameless to the roof.
âHell yeah. A play on the word camera, dâyou get it?â
âYou think Iâm dumb? âCourse, I get it.â
âYour words, not mine,â Suguru raises his hands in a fake surrender. âYou should check out user sultrykitty when you look it up later. Sheâs one of the best.â
And now, this is the dilemma Satoru has officially put himself into. Itâs simple, really. He could either ignore the entire existence of the website or he could search it up and see for himself what the boys have been raving about.
Being a natural, curious man who has his own needs and wants, it's only normal that he chooses the latter. Heâs just a man in need of a hot release, after all.
Satoru stands up abruptly from his gaming chair and silently makes his way to the door. He twists the doorknob and pulls the door open. Slowly, he peeks his head out. He doesnât remember seeing you come out of your room but itâs a Tuesdayâfor sure youâre gone the whole day.
His keyboard makes an annoying clicky sound as he presses each letter to the website he had been shown to. When he hits the enter key, he knows he was in for a ride.
A small page pops up, a disclaimer in bold letters that he is about to enter a website strictly for adultsâno minors allowedâand that he had to confirm he is 18 or older.
Satoru scoffs, already clicking âYesâ before he even finished reading.
The page transitions into a sleek black and pink layout, rows upon rows of thumbnails filling his monitor with suggestive thumbnails and titles that makes his throat dry up.
Satoruâs fingers hover over the mouse, his throat tightening as he clicks the âHotâ tab at the top of the screen. The page refreshes instantly, flooding his wide monitor with an even more dizzying array of thumbnailsâgirls in skimpy lingerie, girls biting their lips, girls arching their backs against bedsheets or gripping the edges of gaming chairs with long, painted nails. Some wearing masks, teasing anonymity while others stare boldly into their cameras.
The variety is overwhelming and his pulse kicks up a notch when he realizes just how many of them are live, little red dots blinking beside their usernamesâproof of real, breathing women moving on the other side of his screen right now.
His eyes darts across the screen, scanning the usernames until one snags his attention like a fishhook.
đŽ sultrykitty | letâs play and get naughty :3
The thumbnail is modest compared to others, just the curve of bare shoulders and a black lace mask across the upper half of her face. Suguru isn't exaggerating; the moment he clicks on her stream, the chat explodes in a frenzy of dollar signs and emojis, messages scrolling too fast to read. The camera angle is low, tilted up just enough to show the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the way her fingers trail lazily over her own skin like she has all the time in the world.
âOhhh, big spenders tonight, huh?â
Her voice drips honey-sweet through Satoruâs headphones as she drags a fingertip along her collarbone. The chat explodes again, a blur of usernames and dollar amounts he can't keep up with.
Shirtcumstains: fuck ur so hot
DaddyDark69 tipped $100
DaddyDark69: You look extremely good today, Kitty!
âAwww... thank you, DaddyDark69,â she purrs, dragging out the âDaddyâ in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down Satoruâs spine. âYou always tip so well. Should I play with my tits for you? Or do you wanna see something else first?â
Maximo135 tipped $50
Pieter6767 tipped $70
Pieter6767: let me taste you baby
âAlright, letâs see what my kittens wanna see tonight,â she coos, tilting her head as she skims the rapidly scrolling chat. Her fingersânails painted black, Satoru notesâtraces idle circles over her stomach, dipping just below the waistband of her lace panties before pulling away teasingly.
The chat erupts in protest, demands for her to go lower, to stop teasing, to give them what they paid for. She laughs, low and throaty, and Satoru realizes his nails are digging into his chair.
His breath hitches when she finally hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, rolling them slow enough to make the chat lose their minds. The curve of her hips, the smooth dip between her thighsâhis grip on the chair tightens as he leans forward, pulse hammering in his ears.
âMmmhhh⊠tell me boys,â she hums, spreading her legs and thighs wider. âWhat should I use tonight? Your choice.â
Cowboybear00 tipped $20
Cowboybear00: Please use the tentacle dildo
Getwreckedson tipped $35
Getwreckedson: the pink clit sucker plssss kitty
Trojanhorsey: y'all suck real bad xD
Trojanhorsey tipped $50
Trojanhorsey: the rabbit vibrator is clearly the best choice you stupid fucks
âBoys, please donât fight over the chatbox,â she laughs, leaning back against the pink pillows. âActually, kittens, nevermind what I said. I got something new for you guys today.â she reaches off-screen with a smirk that sends cold sweat prickling on his neck.
She pulls out a sleek, black toyâone of those high-end vibrators with app and remote connectivity, the kind Suguru had joked about hacking into during a hangout last week.
The chat explodes.
Her fingers dance over the toyâs control with ease, the tip already glistening under the lights. âShould I start slow?â She muses, dragging it down from her stomach to her pussy. âOr-â Her thumb flicks a switch. The sudden, buzzing whir makes her gasp, back arching off the bed as the vibrator kicks to life against her inner thigh.
âOh fuck- okay, okay, thatâs-â She giggles, breathless, and Satoruâs brain short-circuits.
DaddyDark69 tipped $200
DaddyDark69: Turn it up higher baby, I wanna hear you scream
âYouâre real greedy, DaddyDark69,â she pants, her fingers trembling when she cranked the intensity up another notch. The vibrator pressed flush against her now, the sound wet and obscenely loud in Satoruâs headphones.
He should close the tab. He should leave.
Instead, his free hand drifts shamelessly to the bulge in his sweatpants, hips jerking when she moansâhigh and needyâas the toy circles her clit.
âShiiit, shit-â Her thighs clamp around the vibrator, muscles fluttering on screen. âYou guysâah! Youâre gonna make me cum before we even-â
Satoru tugs down the band of his sweatpants, just enough to free his cock. It's already stiff, straining against his boxers. He doesnât even remember getting this hard. His palm presses against the outline of his erection, hissing through his teeth at the contact before finally pulling himself out.
The contrast is obscene. The cold air of his room against his flushed skin, the heat of his own grip as he swipes his thumb over the leaking tip. On screen, the woman whimpers, her back arching off the bed as the vibrator pulses against her clit.
He matches his strokes to the rhythm of her moans, his fingers tightening around his cock as she gasps, âFuck, fuuuck, fuckâright thereâŠâ His hips jerk forward into his fist, the wet sound of his hand moving over his cock.
He can't look away. Not when she rolls her hips so desperately against the toy.
âYou guys wanna see me cum?â She bite her lip and whine.
The chat explodes, tips flooding in, but Satoru barely registers themâhis entire world narrows to the way her thighs tremble, the way her fingers dig into the sheets as she fucks herself against the vibrator. His own movements turn frantic and his breathing ragged, his free hand grips the edge of his desk so hard his knuckles ached.
âOh my god! Iâm cumming! Iâm-â
The words dissolves into a gasp, her thighs clamping as she shudders through it. Satoruâs vision whites out.
He just fucking came.
The first thing that registers to him is the thick wetness dripping from his glasses. The second is the warm, sticky mess on his fingers, the proof of his shame smears across his palm. He tips his head back against the chair, the aftershocks still rolling through him in lazy waves.
The screen shows the woman catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she giggles at the chatâs demands for an encore.
Her fingers slides through the slick mess between her thighs. She hooks two fingers into herself, spreading her pussy open for the camera. The chat erupts into a frenzyâdollar signs and fire emojis flooding the screen.
Satoru doesn't bother about wiping himself clean. He grips his cock again, mouth dry as he watches her drag a fingertip through her own wetness.
âHmm... look at how ruined I am,â she breathes, voice husky from moaning. âAll for you.â
Satoru smears his cum over the tip of his cock as he watches her circle her clit again. The angle of the camera catching every detail. The way her folds glisten, the way her entrance flutters when she dips a finger inside with a soft gasp. His grip tightens around himself, fingers slick with his cum as he drags his hand lazily along his cock.
His eyes stays glued to the screen where sultrykitty arches her back, biting her lip as she adds another finger inside herself. The vibrator presses back against her clit, its buzz audible through the layers of her whimpers.
âFuck, you guys,â her voice cracks as she rock her hips, the toy vibrating mercilessly against her oversensitive nerves. âI canâtâahâdecide if this feels too good orânnghâif itâs gonna kill me.â
The joke lands somewhere between a moan and a laugh but Satoru just swallows, his own hips twitching forward in time with her movements. She's relentless, fingers pumping in and out of herself while the vibrator turns her thighs to jelly, her moans pitching higherâbreathierâuntil they barely sound like words at all.
DaddyDark69 tipped $500
DaddyDark69: Squirt for me, Kitty
Her lips part in a silent gasp before she lets out a shuddering exhale. âYouâre really testing me tonight.â She shifts the vibrator lower, pressing it flush against her entrance where her fingers work, the toy buzzing against her knuckles.
The effect is instantaneousâher entire body jerks, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat as her thighs shake violently.
âOh god, oh my god!â
A low groan punches out of Satoru's throat before he can even smother itâhalf-stangled and desperateâas her body convulses on screen. The sound feels too loud in the silent room, even with his headphones on. He slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes darting toward the door like you might burst through it any second.
âF-Fuck,â he pants against his palm, hips stuttering into his own fist. "Shit."
âIâm close!â
Satoruâs vision whites out again, his orgasm crashing over him so hard his knees knocked against the desk. Cum streaks across his stomach in hot, messy ropes. He hisses as he milks himself through it, every twitch of her body mirroring his own.
He hadnât come this much before. Ever.
Her body jerksâa sudden, violent arch of her spine that sends the vibrator slipping from her soaked fingers. Her moans fractures into gasps as the first spurt hits the bedsheet. The sheets darkened instantly, the liquid spraying in erratic spurts across her thighs.
FartSucker333 tipped $100
FartSucker333: daaamnnn that was so fucking hot kitty u did so well
SexSailor tipped $250
SexSailor: you're my favorite girl, kitty. wish i could lick you up clean rn
Satoru's breath catches as she laugh breathlessly, her fingers now lazily circling her clit while the vibrator lay discarded beside her. The camera catches every twitch of her legs, the way her hips jerk when she tease herself, overstimulated but refusing to stop.
His own cock twitches pathetically in his hand, still wet with his own mess. He can't look away.
"Mmhmmm, that's right, my kittens," she coos, her voice still quite shaky from the aftershocks. Her fingers trail lazily through the mess on her thighs before she swiped them across her tongue. "You've been so good to me tonight. But all good things have to end, don't they?"
The pity in her voice is performative, but the way she shifts her legs closed betrays how wrecked she really is.
She sighs, then stretches her arms above her head with a satisfied hum, the movement making her tits bounce enticingly. "As much as I'd love to keep playing with you all night..." She taps her lower lip, feigning regret while the chat erupts in protest. "Kitty's got an early day to get ready for tomorrow."
The lie slips effortlessly from her tongue, punctuated by a wink that sends another round of tips flooding in.
The screen goes black, leaving Satoru staring at his own reflectionâglasses smudged, cheeks flushed, lips slightly partedâlike some pathetic loser who'd just been gutted by pixels and a voice. His fingers twitches on the mouse, hovering over the X button. The silence presses against his eardrums, a stark contrast to the relentless moans still echoing in his skull.
Fortunately, the tissue box is just beside him. He grabs some and wipes his sticky fingers clean then take his headphones off. When he pushes himself out of the chair, his legs wobbled slightly but he steadies himself quickly.
The livestream had really gotten him that weak in the knees.
Satoru grabs his glasses off his face to clean them with the hem of his shirt. The smear of cum comes off reluctantly, leaving the lenses streaky. He sighs and tosses them back on before cracking his door open, listening for any signs of movement in the dorm.
The living room and kitchen are still empty.
He pads toward the bathroom, still half-hard and aching, when the door at the opposite end of the hallway suddenly creaks open.
You step out, wrapped in a pink bathrobe, your hair slightly damp at the ends like youâd just showered. The robe was tied loosely, gaping just enough to reveal the smooth skin of your collarbone.
Your fingers pause mid-air, hovering near the belt of your robe as you blink up at him. âOh. Hi, Satoru.â
Satoru swallows thickly. âUh⊠Hey.â
Your gaze flicker downâjust for a fraction of a second. His sweatpants are loose. He shifts his weight, subtly angling himself away as the heat crawls up his neck.
âI didnât know you were home,â you say, tilting your head. The movement made the robe slip slightly off your shoulder. His brain short-circuited.
âY-Yeah. I was⊠studying,â he manages, voice strained. âDidnât know you were too.â
You nod and the two of you shuffles awkwardly toward the bathroom, the hallway suddenly feeling narrow. âAre you going toâŠ?â You trail off, gesturing vaguely toward the door. The flush creeping up Satoruâs neck deepens as he adjusts his glasses with nervous fingers.
âAh- yes, but you can go first,â he blurts. You grin, stepping closerâclose enough that the scent of your shower gel, a mix of something vanilla and strawberries, tangles with the musky aftermath still clinging to him.
âOh, come on, I insist.â You say, sarcastically rolling your eyes.
Satoru stiffens, pushing his glasses up again. âLadies first,â he mutters stubbornly.
âFine, but only because youâre being weirdly chivalrous about pissing.â
You move to sidestep him when something catches your eye. A faint, milky streak glazes the left lens of his glasses. Your nose wrinkles.
âUh. Satoru?â
âYeah?â
You lean in, squinting. âThereâs⊠something on your glasses.â
Satoruâs fingers fumbles against the frames of his glasses, nearly dropping them in his haste. âO-Oh!â he stammers as he yanks them off his face. Your laughter bubbles up, the kind that makes his stomach flip with humiliation.
âDid you forget to clean up after your snack?â You tease, before finally stepping in the bathroom.
The bathroom door clicks shut behind you, leaving him standing there like an idiot, glasses clutch in his trembling hand. He stares at the closed door, pulse hammering as the sound of running water fills the silence. His mind races.
Did you notice? Did you know?
Satoru drags a hand down his face, fingers pressing hard enough to leave red streaks on his skin. He shuffles back to his room.
His gaming chair creaks under his weight when he collapses into it, the leather still warm from where heâd been sitting earlier. The monitor had gone to sleep but the reflection staring back at him on the black screen is worse. His white hair messy, lips bitten red, glasses smudged withâgod, he can't even think it. He wipes them clean again, with proper cloth and antibacterial wipes this time.
âSo? Did you watch her? Worth the hype or what?â
The libraryâs fluorescent lights buzzes overhead like a relentless mosquito in Satoruâs ear, but nothing else is louder than Suguruâs shit-eating grin across the table. If it isn't for some assignment, he wouldnât meet up with him at this hour.
The tip of Satoruâs pencil snaps. He stares at the broken lead embedded in the worksheet.
âI literally donât know what youâre talking about,â he mutters, shoving his glasses up his nose.
Suguru snorts, slouching back in his chair. âThatâs bullshit,â he flicks a crumpled gum wrapper at Satoruâs chest. âDid you jerk off to her?â
The libraryâs AC hums. Satoruâs throat clicks when he swallows again.
âBe honest?â
âFuck off, Suguru.â
Suguru leans forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on his interlaced fingers. The grin never leaving his face. If anything, it widens, sharpening at the edges.
âHmkaaay,â he drawls, dragging the word out. âStill. You didnât answer my question.â
Satoru rolls his eyes and shoved Suguruâs half-empty worksheet toward him. âPlease shut the fuck up.â
The key turns with a click louder than usual in the quiet dorm, and Satoru freezes mid-step when he hears laughterâbright, unguarded, and unmistakably yoursâspilling from the living room. He blinks, adjusting his glasses as if they might be distorting the scene.
Youâre all curled up on the couch in an oversized hoodie, legs tuck under you, eyes crinkling at the corners as you laugh at something on the screen. Thereâs a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, the buttery scent lingering.
His throat goes dry. In all the months youâd shared this space, heâd never seen you like this. You are always a phantom in the dorm, slipping in and out of your room as if allergic to shared spaces.
He must be dreaming.
âOh, hey,â you say, noticing him hovering in the doorway like a startled deer. âYouâre back early.â
Satoruâs brain short-circuits. Early? He isn'tâhe checks his watch out of habit, then realizes you're right. Maybe if Suguru isn't being an ass, he still probably wouldnât be home by now.
âYeahâŠâ He manages, gripping the strap of his backpack lighter. âWhatâre you watching?â
You snort, tossing a piece of popcorn into your mouth. âSome terrible rom-com movie my friend recommended. Itâs actually so bad, itâs good.â You pat the empty space beside you. âWanna join? Thereâs still plenty of popcorn.â
He shouldâve said no. He shouldâve mumbled something about assignments and bolted to his room.
But he doesn't.
âSure,â he hear himself say. âIâll just get changed real quick.â
âOkaaay!â You call after him, already turning your attention back to the screen as Satoru shuffle down the hallway.
The moment his bedroom door click shut, Satoru facepalmed so hard his glasses dig into his forehead. What the hell is he thinking? He had never voluntarily spent time with you outside of awkward hallway encounters and the occasional text if either of you are home or not. Now, he's about to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with you on the couch.
His pulse throbs in his ears as he yank off his hoodie. Satoru exhales sharply through his nose.
Fuck it. He's not backing out now.
When he emerges, youâre already stretch out, taking up more couch space than before. Your socked feet nudges the popcorn bowl toward him in silent invitation. On the TV, some actor delivers a cringe-worthy pickup line with dramatic sincerity.
âThis is the part where the female lead supposedly finds him charming,â you deadpan, tossing another kernel into your mouth. âTell me, Satoru, would that line work on you?â
âUh⊠I donât know? It wouldnât, maybe?â
Satoruâs knees bump against the coffee table when he lowers himself onto the couch, leaving just enough space between you two that his shoulder wouldnât brush against yours. Except the moment he sits, the cushions shift, sliding him half an inch closer than he intends.
âRelax,â you say without looking away from the screen. âI donât bite.â The corner of your mouth twitches like you know exactly how stiff he was sitting.
You know why heâs acting like this. Itâs because you havenât been exactly a good roommate to him. Youâre always bedrotting in your room and even if you went out to get a glass of water, Satoru would be in his. You both even have your schedules printed and pinned by a magnet on the fridgeâthey never match up. Whenever you had vacant time, heâd be in his back-to-back lectures. And even if you two are free, you are either out with your friends and heâd be in the library, studying his ass off.
Satoru exhales through his nose, forcing his shoulders to loosen as he grabs a handful of popcorn. The butter coats his fingers, sticky and warm, and he focuses on that sensation rather than how your knee brushes his thigh when you shift positions.
The movie plays onâsome convoluted plot about mistaken identities and grand romantic gesturesâbut his attention keeps snagging on the way your lips purse before laughing or how your fingers curls into the hem of your hoodie whenever the protagonist do something particularly stupid.
âYouâre not even watching.â You remark halfway through a car chase scene, nudging him with your elbow.
Satoru jolt slightly. âI- uhâŠâ His glasses slips down his nose and he pushes them up with an absentminded flick of his finger, eyes darting back to the screen where the protagonist is now dramatically swerving through traffic. âI am watching.â
You snort, tilting your head. âThen tell me why the billionaire CEO just jumped out of a helicopter.â
His mouth opens, then closes. The billionaire CEO had done what?
âBecauseâŠâ He trails off, scrambling for an answer. âBecause⊠itâs symbolic?â
A laugh burst out of you, loud enough that he feels the vibration of it through the couch cushions.
âOh my god, youâre not really watching!â
Satoruâs ears burn as you grin at him, your knee bumping against his thigh again. The contact lingersâjust a second too longâbefore you turn back to the screen, still chuckling. He exhales sharply, fingers twitching against the popcorn bowl. Butter smears his thumb so much now, but he barely registers it over the sudden awareness of your proximity. The scent of your shampooâsomething faintly floral, like lavender and vanilla.
Your yawn cracks through the movieâs absurd climax, stretching your arms up until the hoodie ride up just enough to reveal the dip of your waist. âWell,â you sigh, rubbing at your eye with the heel of your palm, âIâm getting a little sleepy now. Are you gonna finish the movie?â
Satoru shakes his head so fast his glasses nearly slide off.
âNo,â he croaks, then cleared his voice when his voice cracked. âItâs terrible.â
The corner of your mouth tugs up as you unfold yourself from the couch, knees popping audibly. âAgreed.â You stretch again, this time with a little groan that punches straight through Satoruâs gut.
âGânight, Satoru,â you hum, already shuffling toward the kitchen with the popcorn bowl.
He stand abruptly, knees knocking the coffee table again. âGood night.â
The moment you get to the doorway of your bedroom and the door click shut, Satoru collapses back onto the couch. The cushions still hold the warmth of your body, the faint scent of lavender and vanilla clinging to the fabric. He drags a hand down his face.
He knows he's fucked up.
Few weeks later, Satoru finds himself on his gaming chair.
The glow from the monitor cast sharp shadows across his face as he hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard. It's past midnight, the dorm's dead silent. He shouldnâtâhe really shouldnâtâbut his traitorous fingers type the URL anyway.
The familiar black and pink interface of the website loads with a taunting swiftness. When he clicks the âHotâ tab, there she is, sultrykitty, already on live.
đŽ sultrykitty | play with me & exciting announcement!
Satoruâs breath hitches as the screen fills with the sight of her, sprawl across pink bedsheets in black lace that barely contains the swell of her tits. The lingerie is skimpy, the fabric straining with every breathy laugh she lets out while her fingers trace idle circles around one peaked nipple.
âAww, you guys are so generous tonight,â she purrs.
His throat goes dry when she hooks a finger under the lace and tugs, exposing more skin to the dim bedroom lighting. âWho wants to see how wet I am already?â She murmurs, and his mouse hovers over the tip button before he catch himself.
âBefore we really get into it tonight, kittens,â she says, deliberately dragging her fingertips down the lace of her panties with such slowness. âIâve got something very special to share.â
The chat erupts instantlyâquestion marks, dollar signs, and demands for her to spill already. She laughs, low and throaty, tilting her head just enough for the camera to catch the coy curve of her smirk beneath the mask.
âNext week marks my one-year anniversary on this little corner of the internet. And I thought⊠why not celebrate with something extra?â
Her fingers hooks into the waistband of her panties, teasing the elastic before snapping it back against her skin.
âHereâs the deal, whoever tops my tip leaderboard tonight will be the subject for my first Fuck-a-Fan event, with the chance of being part of my livestream next week.â Her voice drips with honeyed mischief as she leans closer to the camera, the swell of her tits pressing against the lace. âClocks ticking, kittens.â
Satoru doesn't know what got to him but something in him snapped. Must be the raging horniness in his system, but he's sure he wants to join in on the challenge.
A small, C-shaped pink vibrator hums to life in her palm after connecting it to her phone. She taps on the phone screen twice, adjusting the intensity until the toy buzzes loud enough for the mic to pick it up, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she tests the vibration against the insides of her thighs.
âSomeoneâs eager,â she teases the chat, her own thighs pressing together instinctively at the sensation.
The toy slides in effortlessly, her pussy already slick from the rubbing earlier. She exhales through her nose, fingers trembling slightly as she push the small pink toy deeper. The vibrator pulses inside her, the buzzing hums.
âLook at that,â she breathes, voice already light as she twist the toy halfway out, then back in.
Satoru palms himself through his shorts, his cock already stiffening again at the sight of her skin flushing pink under the toyâs vibrations. âWho wants to see how deep I can take this?â She murmurs, lifting a flesh-colored dildo with protruding veins around the shaft. She brings the toy to her mouth and sucks on it like itâs the real thing.
He pulls his cock out before he realize what he's doing, the ache in his groin overriding any rational thought.
NaughtyFrog55 tipped $2000
âWow. Thank you, NaughtyFrog55~â She coos. She slides the dildo lower, dragging the tip through her slick folds before pressing it just against her entrance. âShould I?â She teases, biting her lip as she glance at the rising tip counter.
DaddyDark69 tipped $3500
âGuess thatâs a yes, then.â
The toy sinks in slowly, her thighs trembling as she rocks it deeper. Satoruâs own grip on his cock tightens, his breath coming in shallow bursts as she arch off the bed, one hand pinching her nipple through the lace.
Satoru knows heâs not much of a spender, hence why he called the other boys âa bunch of stupid motherfuckersâ when he learned that they spent their allowances for some girl on screen.
The numbers on his screen blurs as his fingers twitches over the keyboard. He types in an amount. It's nothing, reallyâjust a fraction of his monthly allowance, barely noticeable among the zeroes collecting dust in his account. His parents had wired him enough to live comfortably every month, not that he ever indulged in other things other than the occasional gaming setup upgrade.
But now? Now his pulse thrums against his throat as he watches the tip leaderboard refresh.
âFuck it,â he mutters, clicking the payment tab. The confirmation screen loads with excruciating slowness, his stomach twisting as the website processes the transaction.
CuriousCat tipped $5000
The cat exploded. The dildo in her hand stuttered as her eyes flicked to the notification, her lips parting in genuine surprise.
âHmm⊠someoneâs feeling generous tonight,â she purrs, shifting against the pillows as the dildo slides deeper. âWhat do you want, CuriousCat? Want me to ride this harder? Or-â She taps her phone screen, the vibrator inside her kicking up a notch. âShould I make myself cum for you right now?â
Satoruâs thick and hard cock twitches in his grip, the heat in his gut coiled tighter as she moansâhigh and wantonâarching her back to take the full length of the toy. The leaderboard refreshes again, his username blazing at the top.
DaddyDark69 tipped $5500
A snarl rips from his throat. His fingers flew across the keyboard, adding another thousand without hesitation. The chat devolved into a frenzy, users spamming shocked emojis as the numbers climbed. On screen, she laughed, breathless and delighted while rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles.
âLooks like weâve got a competition,â she says. âBetter step it up, CuriousCat.â
He would. God help him, he would.
The wet squelch! of the dildo plunging in and out of her folds fills his headphonesâa filthy, rhythmic sound that makes Satoruâs cock twitch violently in each of his strokes. She arches off the bed, thighs trembling as she quickens her pace, the swollen veins of the toy glistening with her slick every time she pulls it out halfway before slamming it back in.
âOh! Oh, oh- fuck,â she gasps, her free hand scrambling to fondle her breasts, her moans pitching higher with every thrust.
Chat notifications explodes across the screen, but Satoru barely registers it all. His entire world narrows to the way her hips stutters when the vibrator inside her pulses harder. Her throat works around a broken whine as she fucks herself on both toys.
âMhm- yes, yeeees, just like that,â she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges as her thighs clench around nothing. The dildo slips from her fingers momentarily, slick and glistening, before she grabs it again with a shaky laugh. âOops. Someone'sâahâmaking me lose my gripâŠ!â
Satoruâs own hand moves faster, his thumb swiping over the leaking head of his cock in time with her ragged breaths.
The moment he hear her sharp inhale, Satoru knows. She's just seconds away from high. His grip tightens around his cock, strokes turning brutal as he chases the same edge.
âF-Fuck, Iâm-â Her voice cracks, fingers digging into the sheets as the vibrator inside her pulses mercilessly. The dildo slips from her grasp entirely, flopping onto the bed as her entire body seizes.
Satoru comes with a choked gasp, his vision whiting out as his cock twitches in his fist, spurts of hot, warm cum splattering across his stomach. His fingers tremble as he clicked something on his keyboard.
CuriousCat tipped $10000
The woman on screen is still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly when the notification flashes. Her lips part in genuine chock, eyes widening behind the lace mask.
âOh my god,â she breathes. âCuriousCat, you-â A disbelieving laugh escapes her as she drags a shaky hand through her sweat-damp hair.
âGuess Iâll be seeing you next week, kitten. Iâll be sending you an e-mail for the deets!â
Satoruâs stomach drops.
His lungs burn as if heâd been sprinting. The realization crashes over himâheâd not only spent an obscene amount of money, but heâd just won the chance to meet and fuck her. On camera.
Live.
He swallows thickly, staring at the mess on his hands, then back to the screen.
âFuck.â
The hotel keycard feels like it's burning a hole through Satoruâs pocket. He adjusts his glasses for the tenth time in two minutes, staring at the sleek door of Room 1207 like it might swallow him whole. His reflection in the polished brass numbers look ridiculousâwide-eyed, flushed, his usual white shirt swapped for a button-down heâd agonized over in the mirror back at the dorm.
He had even fucking bought a bouquet to make things romantic than they seem.
His thumb hovers over the door sensor. He can still leave. Can still pretend heâd chickened out, that CuriousCat had ghosted her. But his stomach twists at the thought of herâsitting in that room alone, waiting for some faceless stranger whoâd paid to fuck her.
The keycard beep. The lock click.
The first thing he sees is the tripod, then the camera and sleek laptop on the table. The figure sitting on the edge of the bed turnsâslowlyâand Satoruâs blood turns to ice.
The robe slips from her shoulders as she stand up, red lace clinging to her curves. The mask is gone, but the smirk is painfully familiar. Satoruâs knees lock. The keycard slips from his fingers and hits the carpet with a dull thud.
âSatoru?â
The silence is absolute.
It's as if fate is fucking you up real bad. What are the odds that your highest tipper is your fucking nerd ass roommate.
You laugh, a sharp, disbelieving sound that bounces off the room walls before clapping a hand over your mouth.
âOh my god,â you wheeze, shoulders shaking as you double over. âOh my fucking god-â Another peal of laughter escapes, high and slightly unhinged, while Satoru stand there like a deer in headlights, the bouquet of roses dangling limply from his hand.
âCuriousCat? Are you serious, Satoru?â
Satoruâs ears burn so hot he's surprised they aren't steaming. His feet moves backward before his brain catches up. âT-This is a mistake-â His voice cracks like heâd swallowed glass, fingers loosening around the bunch of roses still clutched in his fist. âI shouldâI should go. Iâm sorry-â
You cross the room in three strides, bare feet thumping on the carpet.
âNo! No, donât leave,â you say, fingers curling around his wrist before he can bolt. The contact sends a jolt through him, his pulse hammering under your grip.
Up close, he can see a smudge of mascara under your eyes. Proof you had already done your makeup for the stream. He takes a whiff of the scent of your perfumeâvanilla and something sharper, like champagne.
Satoruâs throat works silently. The bouquetâs wrapper crinkles in his grip.
You tilt your head, studying him with an intensity that makes his stomach flip. âYou spent ten thousand dollars just to walk out?â A slow, wicked grin spreads across your lips. âThatâs really pathetic, Satoru.â
His glasses fogs.
Your fingers curl into the front of Satoruâs button down before he can blink, dragging him forward until the roses crush between your bodies. The scent of petals mixes with the sharp, heady musk of his cologne. His breath hitches when your knee nudges between his thighs, pressing just enough to make him twitch against you.
âMaybe fuck the livestream,â you murmur against his mouth, your hand sliding down to palm him through his slacks.
You kiss him like you are starving. Teeth and tongue and no patience. Satoruâs hands flutter useless at his sides before gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. The taste of him is unexpectedly sweet.
Your grip on his shirt tightens as you nip at his lower lip, a low hum vibrating in your throat when he groan. The control is slippingâSatoru can feel it in the way your hips rock against his waist, the sharp little exhales puffing against his skin.
Then, in one deliberate motion, he steps forward. You stumble back with a surprised noise, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the mattress. Satoru doesn't let goânot until your thighs press into the bed.
âWait-â You start, but the word dissolves into a breathy laugh as he push you down, your hair fanning across the crisp white sheets.
Satoru hovers over you, one knee planting between your thighs. âYou always talk too much,â he murmurs, voice rough. His fingers traced the edge of your lace bra. âAlways teasing.â The pad of his thumb brushes your nipple through the fabric. You arch into his touch.
âSatoru-â
The sound of his name, wrecked and wanting, unravels something in him. He kisses you again, deeper this time, swallowing your moan as his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. The lace stretches taut.
Satoru pulls back just enough to shrug off his button-down in one sharp motion, the fabric sliding down to pool on the floor. Your breath hitches.
Where the hell had those abs been hiding? The sharp V of his hips disappears into his slacks, his chest and arms corded with lean muscle that flexed as he reach down to remove his slacks.
âYouâve been hiding that under those hoodies?â You blurt, eyes skimming the defined ridges of his stomach.
You always knew you got hots for your nerd roommate.
The sheets crumples beneath you as Satoruâs fingers hooks into the waistband of your panties, his knuckles brushing the sensitive skin of your hips. Then, he tugs them down.
âYouâve watched me do this before,â you whisper.
The mattress dips under Satoruâs weight as he pushes you further back, his hands sliding under your thighs with a roughness that makes your breath catch. He doesn't break eye contact. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, spreading you wider until the cold air of the room hit your slick folds.
You expect a hesitation from him. Awkwardness. Not the way his tongue swipes up your slit in one long, filthy stroke that arch your back off the sheets.
âFuck, Toru-â Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the white strands as his mouth sucks your clit with such precision.
His glasses presses uncomfortably against your thigh, but the discomfort evaporates when he curls two fingers inside you, crooking them just right to drag a broken moan from your throat.
The vibrations of his answering groan against your clit sent shocks through your limbs. He's relentlessâlapping and slurping at your juices like he's starving. The wet sounds are so obscene and when you dare to glance down, the sight of his flushed face buried between your thighs short-circuited your thoughts.
âYou taste better than I imagined,â he rasps against your skin, his breath hot.
The admission punches a ragged laugh out of you before his mouth returns with renewed urgency, his fingers speeding up in a rhythm that matches the desperate roll of your hips. Your thighs trembling around his head.
âIâm gonna cum! Oh, shit, Iâm-â
Satoruâs response is to sink his teeth into your inner thigh, the sharp sting tipping you over the edge with a cry that echoed off the walls. He doesn't let up, drinking down every twitch and pulse as you come apart beneath him, his fingers milking you through it until your legs shake too violently to hold them open.
Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking his fingers clean as he surveys the mess heâd made of you. His glasses are askew, his hair a disaster.
âWant more?â He asks, voice soft.
You barely had time to catch your breath before his hands are on you again. His touches are maddeningly lightâbarely there, and you squirm, fingers clawing at the sheets.
âPlease, hurry up.â
âAh-ah. Patience.â
His fingers traces idle patterns up your stomach, skirting the underside of your breasts before finally cupping one through the lace. He rubs slow circles over your nipple, the fabric rough against the hardened peak.
âYouâre still wearing too much,â he says. His fingers hooks into the straps of your bra. Luckily, the clasps are at the frontâhis fingers find them immediately. The cool air hit your bare nipples. âBetter.â
You can't wrap your head around whether the person in front of you is truly your nerd roommate back at the dorms. Satoru is always quiet and sheepish around youâtripping over his words whenever you talk to him. If you don't know him better, you'd think heâs a whole lot different person.
Satoru hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, his gaze locks onto yours as he pushes them down. The fabric slides past his hipsâand holy fuckâyour eyes widens at the sight of him springing free. Thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip, his cock stand at attention, the flushed red head glistening with pre-cum.
He smirks, an expression so foreign on his usually shy face. He wraps around his length, giving him slow, teasing strokes that make you almost drool.
âLike what you see?â
You reach out without thinking, your fingers brushing against the heated skin of his shaft. It is intoxicatingâthe weight heavy down as you trace a thumb over the swollen head, smearing the bead of pre-cum around it.
âNeed you inside me,â you whimper. âPlease.â
Satoru grips his cock then drags it through your slick folds with a groan. He slaps his length against your clit once, twiceâbefore rubbing the tip in slow circles that had your hips jerking off the mattress.
âFuck, look at you,â he pushes his glasses up, then swipes a finger through your wetness. His glasses are fogged, his usually neat hair sticking to his forehead as he lines himself up. âSo fucking wet for me.â
You brace yourself for the pressure. Satoru doesn't ease in, he sheaths himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, your back arching as your walls clench around him. His hips stutteres, a broken groan escaping him.
âShiiit⊠youâre tight,â he grits out, fingers digging into your hips hard.
You barely had time to adjust before he pulls out almost entirely, only to slam back in with a snap of his hips that made your vision blur. The pace is relentless from the very startâno teasingâas if he had been waiting for this.
One particularly sharp angle had you seeing stairs, your nails raking down his back as he hits that spot just right. Satoru hisses at the sting, his rhythm faltering for a split second before he redoubles his efforts, his thumb finding your clit to rub rough circles that matches the pace of his hips.
âMhmmmânnghh!â you could only mumble your way through the ferocious pleasure. âPleasepleaseplease!â
Drool trickles down your mouth and drips on the sheets below you. His pace never faltersâstill quick and unrelenting. Until it stutters but he makes sure that in every thrust, the tip of his cock hits the entrance of your cervix like a kiss.
The grip on your hipbone tightens as Satoru suddenly rolls you onto your side, his movements startlingly oozing with confidence. One strong hand hitches your leg up over his shoulder, spreading you obscenely wide while his other arm pins your waist down against the mattress. The angle is brutal. Every thrust now dragging his cock along your clenching walls.
âLook at you,â Satoru pants, his glasses fogging as he fucks you into oblivion. âTaking me so deep like this, fuuuck- you feel so good.â The wet slap of skin grows louder as he picks up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each snap.
His glasses slides crookedly down his nose, sweat beading along his forehead as he hold himself there, buried deep, while his fingertips dig crescent moons into the flesh of your thigh.
âIâm close. Iâm so closeâcan I cum inside? Please?â
You barely recognize the desperate, unraveled version of him. The way his cock twitches inside you, the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath your palm when you slide a hand up his chest.
Your head bobs in response. âYes! O-Oh my god, yes!â
Satoruâs entire body tenses then he flips you on your back, completely facing him again. He shoves your thighs wider, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise as he fucks deep into you.
The first spurt of warmth flooding you pulls a choked out moan from your throat. His head drops to the hollow of your neck, his groans vibrating against your skin as he pumps his cum deep, his cock pulsing inside you. You clench around him reflexively, milking him through it until his fingers tremble where they grip you.
âYeah⊠fuck, you feel so fucking good,â his words dissolves into a shuddering exhale, his forehead pressing against your damp skin as he ride out the aftershocks. âIâll fill you up reaaal good.â
He came so much you can feel him leaking around the edges where you're both still joined, the wet sound filthy when he finally pulls out with a wince. His cum oozes out of your flushed pussy almost immediately, the sight of it pulling a dazed laugh from you. Satoruâs ears burn redder than youâd ever seen them.
His hand shake as he pushes his glasses up his nose, his chest still heaving.
âThat wasâŠâ
You arch a brow, stretching lazily beneath him as you drag a finger through the mess between your folds. âSpeechless?â
Satoruâs grin hit you like a lightning strike. Before you can even process the sudden shift in his expression, his arms hooks under your knees and shoulders, lifting you off the bed with such strength.
âHey! Put me down! Iâm still sore!â
Your protest dissolves into breathless laughter as he carries you through the suite then to the bathroom. The sudden brightness making you squint.
âNah uh. I want round two.â
Looks like the curious cat just found his cockiness.
The twins! Thereâs nerdjo đ€and then thereâs fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
SYNOPSIS. Todoroki Touya abandoned the bass years ago, unwilling to chase a passion that had only ever led to disappointment. Now a distant but undeniably skilled third-year, heâs pulled back into music when a persistent second-year recruits him for her struggling band. He tells himself it doesnât matterâbut the stage has a way of unraveling the lies heâs built around himself.
PAIRING. [Third Year] Todoroki Touya and [Second Year] Fem!Reader
WORD COUNT. 13k+
CONTENT. Slowburn, Strangers to Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, College AU, No Quirk!AU, Unhealthy Family (because Ende*vor), Angst with Happy Ending, Music as a Metaphor for Feelings, and so on.
AUTHORâS NOTE. Haha (hides). This took SEVEN MONTHS, oh em gee. Iâm never attempting to write long fics ever again (this was so fun). For my dearest, @seneon. Your long-overdue Bassist!Touya fic is finally here. And also @suksatoru, an absolute icon with who inspired me to write for Touya this way from her Carnations series <33 Special thank you to all my beta readers: Ali, Fio, Rinne, my brotherâbecause without you guys, I wouldâve just scrapped this whole idea and never let it see the light. I hope all Touya fans are fed with this !!
âMr. Todoroki,â the professor began, leaning against his desk with arms crossed. âYouâre intelligent. That much is clear from your written work. But intelligence without effort will only get you so far.â
Touya leaned against his chair, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. âDidnât realize effort was part of the grading system.â
âIt is,â the professor replied. âThat, and participationâwhich youâre both lacking. I suggest joining an organizationâsomething to engage you beyond sitting in the back of a classroom and coasting through your courses.â
Touya let out a humorless laugh as if he just heard the funniest joke of his life, shaking his head.
âIâll pass.â
âAnd why is that?â
âItâs just⊠not my thing, sir,â he muttered finally, his tone clipped. He didnât need to say anything else to him.
The professor studied him for a moment, then sighed. âYouâre only wasting your own potential, Mr. Todoroki. Though I do understand that youâre still adjusting from just having transferred two months ago. One day, youâll realize that life isnât going to wait for you to catch up.â
Touya didnât respond. He just left the room once he was free to do so and didnât bother letting his professorâs words linger too long with him.
Potential? What would his professor know about his own potential? As if the word hasnât already been engraved in his mind from the moment he turned six, haunting him like a ghost out for revenge.
âStupid professor,â he muttered under his breath. But even as he said it, he knew the real frustration wasnât with the professorâor the thing thatâs been holding him back, or anyone else.Â
It was with him.
-
Lunchtime was always so chaotic in this university. Touya didnât understand what the fuss was all about. But the food was good, surprisingly; heâll give them that.
He settled into a routine. Sit on the farthest free table and have his earphones in, not because he was listening to anything, but because they were a convenient excuse to ignore anyone who tried to talk to him. He liked the solitude and how students here respected each otherâs personal space.
So when a shadow fell over his table, he barely glanced up, assuming it was someone asking to join him at the table or grab the extra chair. You know, the usual stuff that happens in collegeâwhere everyoneâs apparently too busy with their lives to meddle with others.
âHey. Youâre Todoroki, right?â
The voice wasnât familiar. It was clear, a little raspy, and full of smugness that just screamed that this someone found the person they were looking for. Reluctantly, Touya looked up, locking eyes with the girl standing in front of him.
You werenât anyone he recognizedâdefinitely not from any of his classes. Your hands were behind your back, your posture casual yet still somewhat polite.
âAnd if I am?â he replied, his voice as flat and uninviting as he could manage.
You tilted your head slightly, offering him a smile. âGood. Saves me the trouble of asking around.â You bowed slightly in greeting, introducing your name and the department program youâre in. âSecond year, I run the school band.â
He didnât return the gesture, though he did raise an unimpressed eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. âCongrats? Do you want a medal or something?â
âI heard youâre good at playing bass.â
The words caught him off guard. Touyaâs nonchalant expression is replaced by a flicker of something sharper, something guarded. âWho told you that?â
You shrugged, the motion deliberately casual. âWord gets around. Especially when someone is as good as you supposedly are.â
âWell, whoever said that was wrong. I donât play anymore.â
Touya clenched his jaw, looking past you toward the window. The question scraped against old wounds he thought heâd buriedâmemories of playing in his room, of pouring everything into the bass that heâs only ever known.
âItâs not my thing anymore,â he muttered, barely loud enough to hear. âSorry, kid. Youâre years too late to have met me in my prime.â
âNot a kidâweâre probably around the same age,â you quipped. âAnd I donât buy that.â
Your bluntness made him pause. He blinked, his head snapping back toward you. âExcuse me?â
âYou donât quit something like that unless thereâs a reason,â you answered simply, your tone light but unrelenting. âAnd honestly? Professor Hamasaki actually forwarded his concern to me, so I think you really need it.â
Of course his professor had to have come up with an intervention for him. He spoke too soon about this new university letting him mind his own business.
âWhat does that even mean?â
âIt means,â you said, crossing your arms and straightening up, âyou look like someone whoâs got way too much going on up hereââyou tapped your templeââand has no idea where to put it. Trust me, Iâve seen it before.â
Your words hit closer than he wanted to admit, and the smug look on your face didnât help. He shook his head.Â
âYouâre annoyingâputting your nose in other peopleâs lives.â
âIââ
He scoffed, raising a hand as if to stop you. âI told you, I donât play anymore. Find someone else.â
âCanât.â
âYouâre the only bassist worth tracking down. And Iâm not just looking for anyoneâIâm looking for you. You ever heard of this universityâs motto?â
âNo, and I donât care. Leave.â His voice was curt, unwelcoming now.
âUt Optimi Simus.â That we may be the best.
Touya stared at you, his expression unreadable. You just couldnât take the hint, could you? That much was clear on his end.
And to drop the school motto? What is he getting himself into?Â
What kind of self-obsessed students did this university have?
âLook,â you continued, âweâve got a spot open in the band, and I think youâd kill it. Just come to one practice. One. If it sucks, you can walk out, and Iâll never bother you again. Deal?â
There was a challenge in your tone, one that sparked something dormant in him. He could have shut you down again, could have sent you packing with another snarky comment. But for some reasonâmaybe it was the way you spoke or the strange mix of stubbornness and sincerity in your expressionâhe hesitated.
Maybe you would just bother him again if he refused; who knows?
But Todoroki Touya was screwed before he realized it.
âOne practice,â he muttered finally.
âYes!â you cheered, a bit too loud, which had the other studentsâ heads turning toward your direction. Touya had to rub a hand over his face. Great. More unwanted attention.
âWhoopsâbut thatâs all I need. Music room, next week, after your class. Building GENM. Donât be late, Todoroki.â
He stared at the empty space where youâd been standing, then at the table in front of him, where his phone lay forgotten.
âWhat the hell did I just agree to?â he muttered under his breath, but he couldnât shake the strange feeling that, for the first time in a long while, he might be walking into something worth his time.
Then again, it might be.
-
The week had passed in a blur for Touya. He hadnât thought about the bandâor youâmuch since your brief, honestly impulsive encounter. He convinced himself it was just another passing distraction, something to shrug off and forget about, like he usually did with things that demanded more of him than he wanted to give.
And yet, there he was, standing in the dimly lit hallway outside the music room, staring at the door like it might open on its own and save him the trouble of deciding whether to walk in.
It wasnât like he owed you anything. Heâd said heâd come to one practiceâonly oneâand even then, he hadnât really promised heâd participate. If you had any sense, youâd take the hint that he wouldnât touch the bass.
Still, something made him turn the doorknob and step inside.
The room smelled faintly of old wood and metal, a mix of familiarity and nostalgia that hit him square in the chest. His gaze flicked around, taking in the scattered instruments, the amplifiers, and the slightly worn drum set shoved into a corner.
At the center of it all was you.
You were perched on a stool, your hoodie hanging loose off one shoulder as you leaned forward over a notebook in your lap. Your hand moved in quick, messy strokes as you scribbled notes, humming softly to yourself. A keyboard sat in front of you, the occasional sound of a chord filling the space as you tinkered with the rhymes and chords.
Your voice was soft, pleasing to hear, the kind of voice that could wrap around someone and pull them in without asking. Sort of like a siren, enchantingâbewitching.
âDamn, still doesnât feel right,â you muttered to yourself, tapping the pen against your lips before crossing out a line.Â
Touya stood there for a moment, unnoticed, just⊠watching. There was an ease to the way you worked. Quiet and focused. He didnât know if it was weird to just stand there and watch, but it took him a minute to compose himself.
Finally, he cleared his throat.
You jolted, nearly dropping your notebook. You glance around to face him, your eyes meeting him before recognition softens your expression into a joyful one.
âWould it kill you to knock? We shouldâve really put a sign to knock first before entering around here,â you joked, closing the notebook and setting it aside. âDidnât think youâd actually show up.â
Touya shrugged, slipping his hands into his jacketâs pockets. âGuess I had nothing better to do.â
âSure, keep telling yourself that.â
Your teasing tone was annoying, but it wasnât enough to make him leave. Instead, he let his gaze wander to the instruments again.
âIs that for me?â he asked, nodding toward the bass leaning against the wall.
âYup. Freshly tuned and everything. Had to get new strings because the last idiot who used it was just awful.â You stepped aside, gesturing toward it. âFigured youâd want something decent to work with.â
It had been a long time since heâd touched a bass. Too long. But he forced himself to walk over, crouching down to inspect it. His fingers brushed the strings lightly; it felt like meeting something familiar again.
âWhenever youâre ready.â
But before he could even pick up the bass, the door burst open with a loud thud.
â[Name]!â
The shout startled you both, and Touya turned to see a tall guyânot as tall as he is, probablyâstanding in the doorway, a guitar case slung over one shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. His face was flushed, and he looked like heâd sprinted all the way there.
âKaito?â you said, frowning. âWhatâs wrong?â
This guy, Kaito, ignored your question, his gaze landing on Touya briefly before shifting back to you. âWeâve got a problem.â
You groaned, running a hand down your face. âOf course we do. When have we never? What now?â
âOne of the judges for the festival just backed out,â Kaito explained, stepping fully into the room. âAnd the committeeâs freaking out. They want all bands to perform a teaser set tomorrow to convince the others to stay on board.â
You blinked. âYouâre joking.â
He shook his head, the guitar case slipping slightly on his shoulder. âI wish I was. Theyâre saying itâs our only shot at keeping everything on track. Rikiyama said so herself.â
Touya raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of you.Â
âFestival?â he asked, his tone flat.
You let out a long sigh, finally turning back to him. âSchool music festival. Big deal, lots of bands competing for sponsorships and a chance to compete nationally. Weâre signed up, obviously, but now they want us to play tomorrow. Which is insane, by the way.â
Kaito finally seemed to register Touyaâs presence, his head tilting to the side. âIs this the Todoroki you were talking about, [Name]?â
âOur new bassist,â you answered breezily, grinning as if the words were the most natural thing in the world.
Touya shot you a glare, his posture stiff. âNot yet. I havenât agreed to anything.â
âWell,â you said, clapping your hands together, âlooks like youâre about to. Lucky for us, huh?â
âHold up,â Kaito said, stepping closer. âThis guyâs the bassist? Youâre bringing in someone new now? Do the others know?â
âRelax, they know,â you replied, waving him off. âOh, and heâs good. Better than good.â
Kaito didnât look convinced, but before he could argue, you turned back to Touya.
âGuess youâre jumping in sooner than expected.â Your statement was something that canât be denied; even Kaito caught onto it.
Touya stared at you. He could feel the weight of the bass guitar in his hand, the pressure of the situation finally making itself known to him.
And yet, for some reason, he didnât leave.
-
The day of the teaser set was supposed to be the day you reclaimed your bandâs undefeated title.Â
The kind of event that set the tone for the upcoming music festival. To keep spectators and sponsors engaged. Not⊠whatever was happening backstage.
Backstage was tense. You stood near the edge of the curtain, peeking out at the crowd as they settled into their seats. The band was set to go on in less than ten minutes, but your focus wasnât on the audienceâit was on the absence of one particular bass player.
âHeâs not coming,â Kaito said from behind you, his voice flat. He leaned against a stack of amplifier cases, arms crossed, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced with thinly veiled irritation. âI called it the second he said he hasnât agreed to anything yet.â
You didnât answer immediately. You let the curtain fall back into place, turning to face the rest of the team. âWe donât know that yet. He might just be late.â
âTrue,â Haru sighed dejectedly. Heâs the one who handles the keyboard and prefers to keep his opinion to himself most of the time rather than voicing it out loudâa second-year in your class.
Kaito scoffed. âLate is still bad. This isnât some casual jam session, [Name]. This is our shot at keeping the sponsors happy. If they pull out, itâs over.â
One of the other band members, the usually energetic drummer named Yuuma, chimed in. âKaitoâs got a point. If he hasnât shown up by now, heâs probably not coming.â
You exhaled sharply, running a hand through your hair. âThen weâll do it without him,â you decided, trying to mask the knot of disappointment tightening in your chest.
Kaito shook his head, clearly exasperated. âThis is why I said you shouldnât go scouting random people at the last minute. You canât trust someone whoâs barely committed. Plus, we couldâve offered the slot to someone else.â
âKaito,â you frowned, your tone sharper than usual. The entire band looked at you in surprise, and you softened slightly, your shoulders relaxing. âLook, I get it, okay? But we donât have time for this. Weâve played without a bassist before, and we can do it again.â
He muttered something under his breath but didnât push further.
The stage manager appeared a moment later, signaling that it was time for your set. You took a deep breath, adjusting the strap of your guitar as the band moved into position.
As you stepped onto the stage, the audience greeted you with polite applause, and the blinding stage lights made it impossible to see the faces in the crowd clearly. You swore someone from the technical team really wanted to blind you and your team one of these days.
You approached the microphone, your voice steady as you introduced your band and the first song. âThanks for being here, everyone! This is a little something weâve been working on for a while now.â
Yuuma gave the count-off, and the music began.
The first song went smoothly. Kaitoâs electric guitar filled in the gaps left by the missing bassline, and your vocals were working overtime to keep the audience engaged. The crowd seemed to enjoy it, clapping along during the choruses and cheering loudly by the end.
But something felt off.
The music was fine, technically speaking. You hit all the right notes and kept the rhythm tight, but it lacked the depth that a good bassline could bring. It was like there was a hollow space in the sound, a space that Touyaâs presence couldâve filled.
It shouldâve felt like a victory. To be able to perform without a bassist.
You also noticed the way the judges whispered among themselves, one even talking to the universityâs president.
âWell, that wasnât a complete disaster,â Kaito murmured, though his tone was less than enthusiastic as you all returned back to your practice room.
âCouldâve been better,â Yuuma muttered, packing up his drumsticks.
âI guess,â Haru pouted, flicking his wrist back and forth.
You didnât say anything. You set your guitar down carefully, your movements slow and deliberate, as if everything wasnât real just yet.
Kaito noticed your silence, obviously, and leaned back in his chair. âYouâre not seriously still thinking about him, are you?â
âIâm not thinking about him,â you replied quickly.
He hummed faintly, clearly unconvinced, but he let it drop.
As the rest of the band packed up their gear and got out of the room, you stayed for a minute. You found yourself staring at the bass leaning against the wall, untouched and waiting. For a moment, you allowed yourself to imagine what it wouldâve sounded like if Touya had been there, if his bassline had woven seamlessly into your music and added the missing piece to tie the whole performance together.
But then you shook your head, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.
âDoesnât matter,â you muttered under your breath, the words more for yourself than anyone else.
âHe already made his choice.â You did sound a little bummed out about it, though.
With one last glance at the bass, you left the room, making sure to lock it on your way out, determined to push Todoroki Touya out of your mind. This would be the last time youâll ever think of him.
Or so you told yourself.
-
The aftermath was everything but light. It was merciless.
The following week wasnât as pleasant as you thought itâd be; you couldnât walk two steps without hearing the agitating murmurs.
âI thought she said they had a bassist?â
âWhat happened? Did the guy just dip?â
âDamn, imagine embarrassing yourself in front of the whole school like that.â
You clenched your jaw and kept walking, ignoring the sting that settled deep in your gut. You had been prepared for some backlash, sure, but you hadnât expected the weight of itâthe way the entire school seemed to know, the way the student council president looked at you with thinly veiled disappointment when the secretary and treasurer greeted you down the hall.
You had been so sure. You had told them, had promised them that you finally had a full band, that you were ready to compete. Just like once upon a time. And now, you had nothing to show for it.
Now you seem like a liar.
And Touya just⊠disappeared completely from your radar.
It was your fault; you knew that now. The man hasnât even known you for longer than two weeks, and you expect him to do something as big as perform for a teaser set? You must have been so entitled to have thought of that.
So selfish to have only thought about what you want and never thought about what he wanted.
The meeting with the president later that afternoon only made it worse.
You sat stiffly in the office, your hands clenched into fists in your lap. Across from you, the president and a few teachers sat with unreadable expressions, while the eventâs organizers and two members of the student council looked far less amused. Haru and Kaito flanked your sidesâYuuma called in sick on the second day of the week.
The president sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. âMs. [Last Name], Iâll be honest with you. This situation has put us in a difficult position.â
You forced yourself to stay calm.Â
âWe do have a band,â you said evenly. âWe just had an issue with our bassist showing up. But itâs temporary. Weâll fix it.â
One of the organizers, a woman in a navy blazer, exchanged a look with the student council members. âThat may be, but you donât have a bassist right now,â she pointed out. âAnd without one, your band does not meet the minimum requirements to represent our school in competition. The sponsors and judges of high authority werenât too thrilled with your performance last week as well. We had to compromise some of them to stay for the music festival.â
Haru sighed softly. âThen what will happen to us?â
The president hesitated, as if reluctant to say it out loud. âWeâre giving you until the end of the month,â he said finally. âIf you canât secure a bassist by then⊠Iâm afraid weâll have to dissolve your band.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
Disband? Just like that?
Kaito shot up from his seat, palms flat on the table. âYou canât be serious. Weâve been working our asâ very hard on this since last year, please.â
âWe are very serious, Mr. Watanabe.â The president's voice was firm but not unkind. âThe schoolâs music program is already under pressure for funding. With many bands making themselves known each year. If we canât prove that your band is viable for competition, we canât continue allocating resources to you.â
Haru exhaled sharply beside you, shifting in his seat.
You could feel the walls closing in, the weight of their situation pressing on your shoulders.
One month. That was all you had.
Your mind raced, going over every possible option, every potential bassist you could reach out to. But the truth was, other bands had already scouted most of the available musicians at school. If there were any other bassists capable of keeping up with you, you would have known.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part?
You already had the right person for the job.
You had found someone who could play at the level you neededâsomeone so good that even Kaito, with all his attitude, had begrudgingly acknowledged his skill.
But he was also the same person who didnât want to play anymore. And you canât force someone to do the things that make them unhappy.
You sucked in a deep breath, steadying yourself.
âWe understand,â you said finally, forcing your voice to stay calm. âWeâll find someone. Thank you for your kindness.â
The meeting wrapped up shortly after, but the weight of it didnât leave you, even as you stepped out into the hallway. It felt like your heart was lodged in your throat, rendering you silent.
The moment the office door clicked shut, Kaito exploded.
âThis is bullshit,â he snapped, running a hand through his hair. âAll because some spoiled rich kid couldnât be bothered to show up just for one gig?â He let out a bitter laugh. âUnbelievable.â
You didnât say anything.
Kaito turned to you, eyes sharp. âTell me youâre not still thinking about him.â
Your lips pressed into a thin line. âIâm thinking about where weâll find a good bassist. Thatâs all.â
Kaito scoffed. âRight. And who exactly do you think is good enough to replace him on such short notice? The others combed through almost all musicians in school.â
âEasy, Kai,â Haru told his friend.
You had no answer.
Because no matter how much you hated to admit it, there wasnât anyone else.
Kaito must have caught the hesitation in your silence because his expression finally relented. âNo. Letâs not think about it anymore.â
You adjusted the strap of your bag.Â
âWeâll figure it out,â you said, sidestepping the subject entirely.
Kaito sighed.
âSheâs right,â Haru said. âWe donât have a choice.â
You nodded once, more to yourself than anyone else.
One month.
One month to fix this.
One month to⊠figure things out for better or worse.
And unfortunately, there was only one person who could.
And you were sure that he no longer wanted to see you.
But you had to talk to him one last time. For closure.
-
It was late. Touyaâs classes usually stretched to 7 in the evening on Thursdays.
Touya was halfway down the stairs of the main building, hands shoved in his pockets, his steps unhurried. The night air was crisp, but he barely felt it. He had done what he always didâattended just enough classes to stay off his professorsâ radar, killed time, and now, finally, he was going home.
But then he saw you.
You stood near the entrance, arms crossed, your bag slung over one shoulder. You werenât blocking his way, but you didnât move when he approached, your stance solid like you had been waiting for him.
He raised an eyebrow. âDidnât know you were the waiting type.â
You didnât react to the teasing. Not even a glare.
âI get it,â you said instead, your voice unnervingly steady. âYou donât want to play.â
Touya slowed to a stop, tilting his head.
Something about the way you said it made his neutral expression turn to a simple frownâbecause there was no anger, no frustration, no accusations. Just a simple statement, like you had already accepted it.
Took her long enough.
He shrugged. âTook you long enough to figure that out.â
You exhaled sharply, shaking your head, and for the first time, he noticed how exhausted you looked. Not physicallyâno, you were still standing tall, still looking him in the eyeâbut there was something in your expression, something worn down at the edges.
âI know.â
Your hands are clenched at your sides, knuckles tight.
âYou couldâve just said no. You couldâve told me in the practice room that you werenât going to do it. That you actually didnât care. That you were going to let me stand up there and make a fool of myself in front of the entire schoolâbecause at least I wouldâve been prepared.â
Touyaâs smirk twitched but didnât quite reach his eyes. âI never promised you anything.â
Your shoulders stiffened.
âBecause you didnât refuse that day, when Kaito asked who you were. You picked up the bass, played a few chords, and stayed an hour or less than you intended to. You let me hope. And maybe that was entirely my fault.â
Touya didnât respond.
Didnât shift, didnât look away, but something in his posture went unnervingly still.
You let out a breath, closing your eyes for half a second before opening them again. âDo you have any idea what it was like?â you asked. âStanding up there, knowing everyone was laughing at us? Knowing the only reason we even got to play was because the judges were being polite?â
He had heard.
He hadnât gone to the teaser set, but the rumors had found him anyway. Your band had been the first to perform to keep the judges on boardâonly to be the one band without a bassist.
A missing piece in an otherwise well-practiced performance.
A joke.
The sponsors and judges werenât happy at all.
Your laugh was quiet, bitter. âWe were supposed to set the standard, Todoroki. We were supposed to show them why the school backs usâthatâs why we were the first to perform. And instead, we just⊠gave them every reason to doubt us.â
Touyaâs jaw tightened just slightly, but his expression remained neutral. âThatâs not my problem.â
âYeah. I figured.â
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The sounds of the city beyond the school gates filled the silenceâthe distant rumble of a passing car, the buzz of a streetlamp overhead.
Then, finally, you straightened.
âBut I was happy,â you admitted. âTo have seen you play in person. To have known that I was one of the first to approach you for your talent before anyone could even connect the dots with your name.â
Touya was quiet as you spoke, allowing you to tell him how you truly felt about the situation.
âThank you for taking your time to visit our music room. And⊠Iâm sorry, really sorry if you felt pressured to play because of my persistence. I know that now.â
Well, that took a turn, Touya thought to himself.
âIâm not going to bother you anymore,â you continued. âBut I do reallyâgenuinely appreciate you giving us your time.â
Touya felt something in his chest shift, but he ignored it.
You bowed for one last time and turned on your heel without another word.
He didnât stop you.
Didnât say anything as you walked away, disappearing into the dimly lit street.
Didnât watch as you left him alone with the cold and the distant echoes of everything you had just said.
-
The house was silent when he got home.
It always was.
Touya kicked off his shoes in the entryway, not bothering to turn on the lights. Everything was stillâtoo still.
His siblings wouldnât be home for another hour.
The scent of old wood and polish lingered in the air, clean and sterile. The housekeeper must have been here earlier, tidying up everything that didnât need tidying. It felt suffocating, the way nothing ever changed here.
His steps were slow as he made his way up the stairs, fingers dragging along the smooth railing. The portraits lining the walls were familiar, but he didnât spare them a glance. Family pictures. Moments frozen in time. He knew what they looked like without having to see themâhis siblings, perfect and poised; his mother, distant yet present; and his father, always standing in the center like an immovable force.
Touya wasnât in most of them.Â
Who knows what he mustâve been doingâor what heâs done for him to not be included?
His fingers curled against the wood before he withdrew his hand.
At the end of the hall, his bedroom door stood half-open, just as he had left it that morning. He pushed it open fully, stepping inside.
The room was clean, untouched, just like the rest of the house seemed to be every time he came back. Sometimes he questions if a family truly lives in this house. A house, because it never felt like home.
His gaze flickered across the shelves first. Medals hung from carefully arranged hooks, ribbons still tied neatly around them. Gold, silver, bronzeâsome gleaming, some dulled with time. A display case lined with trophies sat against the wall, their engraved plates catching the little light from his window.
They were proof of what he had once been.
A prodigy. A name whispered among teachers and musicians alike.
Someone who had been going somewhere.
But none of it had mattered.
His eyes landed on the bass guitar in the corner.
It rested against the wall, still in its worn case, the handle covered in faint scratches from when he used to carry it everywhere. He could almost feel the weight of it in his hands again, the familiar press of strings against his fingertips.
But it had been years since he actually played.
Years since he had felt anything when he looked at it.
Touyaâs throat felt tight as he stepped further into the room.
At first, he had tried so hard. He had thrown himself into music with everything he had, drowning in it, desperate to carve out a space for himself in a family that never had room for him.
And for a whileâjust a little whileâhe had been good enough.
His teachers had praised him. His instructors had fought over who got to mentor him. People had noticed him.
But then his younger siblings had grown up.
And suddenly, his achievements werenât enough anymore.
His father had never said it outright, but Touya had known. He had felt it in the way the encouragement faded, in the way the compliments grew fewer, in the way Enji barely looked at his trophies anymore.
You should focus on something more practical, his father had said once, as if music had been nothing more than a hobby. As if Touya had wasted all those years for nothing.
So he had stopped playing.
What was the point? What was the point of pouring himself into something that didnât matter? What was the point of trying when no matter how good he got, it would never be enough?
Touya exhaled slowly, his gaze dragging back to his bass.
Even now, even after years of refusing to touch it, something in his chest twisted at the sight of it.
He told himself he didnât care anymore. That it didnât bother him.
But then your words came back to him, quiet but sharp.
You let me hope. And maybe that was entirely my fault.
His jaw clenched.
You looked soâtired. Not just angry, not just frustrated, but done. Like you had spent everything you had trying to reach him.Â
To reach something that could never be reached.
And for what?
Because he couldnât face his own ghosts?
Touya let out a quiet scoff, running a hand down his face.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He turned away from the bass, shoving his hands in his pockets.
You werenât entitled to his skills.
It didnât matter.
It didnât matter that it used to mean everything to him. It didnât matter that he used to love it. It didnât matter that for a few years, music had been the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely.
None of it mattered.
Not anymore.
And yetâ
Touya lingered in the doorway, staring at the bass for one second too long before finally walking away.
-
Dinner was quiet that night.Â
Touya sat at the far end of the long table, arms crossed, eyes heavy-lidded with the kind of exhaustion that never seemed to leave him these days. The air in the house was the same as alwaysâtoo clean, too cold, too silent.Â
He propped his elbow against the table and rested his chin on his knuckles, watching his father from across the room. Enji Todoroki, a powerhouse of a businessman, always the center of everything, even here. He ate in silence, posture rigid, movements deliberate.
Touya barely touched his food.
Natsuo sat two seats away, quiet but visibly tense. Fuyumi kept sneaking glances at him, her fingers fidgeting against her utensils. Shouto sat at his usual place, unmoving, eating mechanically like he wasnât aware of the thick tension hanging in the air.
Touya let his gaze drop to the table, to his own reflection faintly visible in the polished wood.
It was funny, in a twisted sort of way.
He used to sit here as a kid, hanging onto every word his father said, desperate for even the smallest ounce of approval. He used to listen to Enji talk about Shoutoâs lessons, about the weight of responsibility, about greatness.
And for a while, he had been a part of that.
For a while, Touya had been someone his father actually looked at.
The kid who could play with instinct, who picked up the bass and made it sing like he had been born to do it.
And back then, Enji had actually acknowledged it.
Not praise, not exactly, but recognition. His father had seen the way Touya played, the way his sponsors praised his name, the way his name had spread through competitions like wildfire, and for a short whileâTouya had mattered.
Until he didnât.
Until his siblings started excelling at everything else.Â
Natsuo was an academic. He soared through school with ease, outpacing everyone in his classes. His teachers raved about his intelligence, his potential.
Fuyumi was diligent and capable, always responsible, always steady, the one who excelled in sports. Swimming, volleyball, badmintonâyou name it, she could probably learn how to do it within two days maximum.
And Shoutoâ
Shouto was the golden child. The one their father had molded for years. The one meant for greatness, destined to surpass even Enji himself. He had a fragment of each of his siblingsâ greatness.
And Touya?
Touya played music. And suddenly music wasnât as great as academics, or sports, or arts.
One day, his father had simply stopped asking about his lessons. He had stopped attending his performances. Had stopped looking at the trophies he brought home, the medals he placed on his shelf.
And Touya knew then.
Knew that to Enji, he had already been left behind.
He swallowed down the bitterness clawing at his throat, his fingers curling against the table.
The silence in the room was unbearable.
So he broke it.
âYou know,â Touya said suddenly, voice slow and deliberate, âIâve been thinking.â
Enji didnât look up. âAbout what?â
Touya tilted his head, watching him carefully. âAbout how pointless everything is.â
That got his fatherâs attention. Of course, it would. Enji finally met his gaze, brow furrowing slightly.
âWatch your tone,â he warned.
âOr what?â His voice was light, careless. âYou gonna scold me? Ground me? Tell me that Iâm throwing my life away in studying politics?â
Fuyumiâs lips parted slightly, like she wanted to interject. Natsuo tensed. Shouto kept eating, but Touya knew he was listening.
Enji exhaled slowly, setting his chopsticks down. âIf you have something to say, say it.â
Touya dragged a hand through his hair, breathing in sharply. âAlright. Fine.â He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. âI spent years playing the bass. I was good at it. Noâscratch that. I was the best at it. You know that. My teachers knew that. Everyone knew that.â His voice hardened. âAnd you let me. You let me believe that it mattered, that it was worth something. And then one day, just like that, you decided it wasnât.â
Enji remained impassive. âI never told you to stop playing.â
âYou didnât have to.â
He could still remember it. The shift. The subtle, almost imperceptible way his fatherâs attention drifted. How the words of encouragementârare as they wereâhad faded. How the pride that once flickered in his fatherâs expression whenever he won had dulled until it was nothing but disdain.
Because music wasnât important. Because it wasnât a legacy. Because Touya playing the bass isnât important. Because music wouldnât help him become a candidate to rise to the business world.
And that had killed something in him.
âDo you even get it?â Touyaâs voice rose slightly, sharp and bitter. âDo you know what it feels like? To pour everything you have into something, to love something so much it becomes a part of you, only to have it tossed aside like itâs nothing?â His fingers clenched against the table. âWhat was the point? What was the point of me trying? What was the point of all the competitions, the trophies, the lessons? What was the point of any of it if you were just going to decide it wasnât worth your time?â
Enji was silent.
Of course, he was.
Touyaâs laugh was louder this time, almost incredulous. He shook his head, his grip tightening. âI shouldâve known, huh?â His voice was quieter now, something bitter curling around the edges. âThe moment my siblings started excelling, I shouldâve known.â
Enjiâs brows furrowed slightly, but he didnât refute it. Didnât deny it.
Because it was true.
Because Touya had spent years waitingâwaiting for something, anything, that told him he still was important. That he wasnât just something his father had already discarded.
But Enji was as quiet as ever.
And that told him everything he needed to know.
His fists slowly unclenched. His expression smoothed over into something colder. He exhaled, pushing his chair back with a quiet scrape of wood against the tile.
âForget it.â
He stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Fuyumi called out his name softly, but he ignored it. Natsuo watched him leave with something tight in his expression. Shouto didnât move.
And Enjiâ
Enji didnât stop him.
Touya didnât look back.
Because what was the point in arguing with a wall?
But Touya knew the conversation was far from over.
-
âWe need to talk.â
Touya let out a slow breath through his nose, already bracing himself. He didnât stop to acknowledge him right away, just leaned down to untie his boots, drawing out the motion. He knew how this worked. Enji didnât like raised voices, didnât like drawn-out arguments, and didnât like things disrupting his carefully maintained order. If Touya ignored him long enough, maybe heâd just drop it.
But, of course, Enji Todoroki never dropped anything. Especially not after the stunt he pulled earlier.
Touya sighed and finally straightened, rolling his shoulders as he turned. âYeah?â He blinked lazily, voice laced with dry amusement. âWhat groundbreaking wisdom do you have for me this time?â
âYou need to stop this,â Enji said, tone clipped.
âStop what, exactly?â He tilted his head. âSpeaking my mind?â
âThrowing a tantrum.â
âOhhh. Thatâs what weâre calling it?â He let his voice drop into something almost conversational. âNo, you see, I thought I was just telling the truth. You did say honesty is the best policy.â
Enjiâs expression didnât change. His silence pressed against Touyaâs ribs like an iron weight.
Touya rolled his eyes. âAlright, fine. Lay it on me. Whatâs the lecture this time? That Iâm being unreasonable?â He snorted. âThat I should be grateful?â
Enji exhaled carefully. âI never told you to stop playing music.â
âOh yeah? You sure about that?â
âI told you not to rely on it,â Enji clarified, tone flat.
Touya clicked his tongue, shaking his head. âYeah. Yeah, I know. Keep it as a hobby. Something to do on the side. Something that wouldnât distract me.â His voice dipped into something laced with mockery. âBecause thatâs what you always do, huh?â
Enji narrowed his eyes slightly. âTouyaââ
âNo, seriously.â Touya let out a sharp, humorless chuckle, stepping closer. âFirst, you push me into it. You tell me Iâve got talent, that I should hone it, that I should train.â His voice dropped into something razor-sharp. âAnd I did.â
His gaze burned, unrelenting.
âI played,â he continued. âI trained. I performed. And I was good, wasnât I?â His voice was laced with something bitter. âI was great.â
Enji didnât deny it.
âBut then one day, you justâŠâ He snapped his fingers. âChecked out. Like it didnât matter anymore.â His jaw tightened. âAs if playing music was the most disappointing thing any of your children couldâve done. Or maybe that case only applied to me?â
Silence.
Touya inhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. âBut, hey, that wasnât enough, was it?â His lips curled into something sharp, his voice laced with venom. âNo, because after making it real clear that music wasnât worth your time, you decided to shove me into something else instead.â
His eyes burned.
âBusiness administration.â
Enjiâs face hardened.
âYou actually thought Iâd be like you.â Touya laughed. It was a clear joke to him. âLike I gave a single shit about your business.â
Enji exhaled slowly, shaking his head. âYouâre intelligent, Touya. If you had stuck with itââ
âIf I had stuck with it? Are you kidding me?â His voice rose, heated. âI never wanted that, old man! You wanted that!â He gestured wildly. âAnd you shoved me into it like you do with everything else because you thought it was better than me playing music!â
He took a slow, measured breath, voice lowering into something cold.
âAnd the worst part? I still tried.â His lips twisted. âI spent two years in that goddamn conservative, traditional university, forcing myself to study something I hated just because you thought it was acceptable.â
His fingers curled into fists. âAnd the second I transferred out, you had the audacity to act like it was my decision.â
He dropped his voice into a dead-on mimicry: âWhy didnât you say anything sooner? How could you waste two years?â
âLike you didnât push me into it in the first place. You do that with everyoneâFuyumi wouldâve still been competing today if you hadnât discouraged her, Natsuo and Shouto as well.â
Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.
Touya inhaled sharply through his nose. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, but no less bitter.
âI didnât even want to just play music,â he muttered. âI had a plan. I was gonna study law. Be a lawyer.â He scoffed. âDid you even know that?â
Enjiâs brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing.
Touya scoffed. âYeah, I didn't think so.â He shook his head. âI wanted to help. I wanted to be something. And I still wanted to play, still wanted to keep music as a part of my lifeâbecause it was with me for almost all of my life. But you made me feel like that was stupid. A childish dream that I was bound to let go of.â
His throat tightened.
âYou made me feel like it wasnât worth it.â
âTouya, you needed direction.â
âNo,â Touya snapped. âI needed a choice. I needed support. But you never gave me one.â
Silence.
âYou forced me into music. Then you forced me into business. And when I walked away from both, you just acted like none of it ever mattered. Like I had humiliated everything that you had built for this family.â
Enjiâs expression didnât change.
âNo surprise, though, huh?â He tilted his head, voice dropping into something dangerously quiet. âBecause Shouto could finally fill in my shoes.â
Enjiâs jaw tightened, just slightly.
âYeah, thatâs what it is, isnât it? Did I hit a nerve there, Dad?â His voice wavered, barely perceptible. âYou didnât need to focus on me anymore, so you didnât.â
Touyaâs fists clenched.
âI shouldâve known better.â
Enji remained silent.
âForget it,â he muttered, stepping out. âIâm going back to my dorm.â
And so, it did.
-
What used to be a room full of noise was now uncomfortably quiet.
You stood in the middle of it, arms crossed, gaze sweeping over the half-empty space that had once been yours. It didnât feel real. The shelves where you used to stack your equipment were bare. The walls, once lined with posters and setlists, were empty nowâjust blank, peeling paint and old tape residue. The air smelled like dust and memories you werenât ready to let go of.
You swallowed down the lump in your throat and forced yourself to keep moving.
Yuuma was coiling up the last of the cables, his usual easy grin nowhere to be seen. Kaito crouched near the amplifiers, wrapping them up carefully like they werenât just equipment but something precious. Haru had already taken down the bandâs old posters, stacking them in a neat pile like he couldnât bring himself to crumple them up or throw them away.
It was too quiet.
The kind of quiet that came with the weight of finality, of something ending when you werenât ready for it to.
You bent down and picked up a box of loose sheet music, flipping through old setlists and unfinished lyrics scrawled in fading ink. Some of these songs had never made it past rehearsals. Some of them had performed on your biggest nights, your loudest wins. And now?
Now they were just scraps of paper.
You exhaled softly and shoved them into the box.
A few feet away, Haru stacked another case onto the pile by the door and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou think the next bandâs gonna do anything with this place?â
You shrugged, not trusting yourself to answer.
Yuuma snorted softly. âThey wonât be us.â
No one disagreed.
Because it was true.
You had been the best. The best. Your band was the one that had carried the university through every local competition, every festival for a year straight. You have been known for your energy, your chemistry, and your sound. You were the band that made people stay even after the headliners left.Â
The absolute blueprint.
But now?
Now, you were just another band that fell apart because people moved on. Your former bassist chose to focus on his internship, which you respected. The others started quitting as well due to some other conflicts, and only Kaito, Yuuma, and Haru stayed. You were thankful for that.
Kaito let out a slow breath and leaned against the table. âWe really thought we could hold out, huh?â He smiled, but he was tired, resigned. âGuess we were all kinda stupid.â
âNot stupid,â you corrected. âWe just⊠we wanted it to last.â
And for a while, it had.
For a while, it had felt invincible.
Until it wasnât.
Kaito didnât argue. He just nodded, pushing another box toward the door.
You glanced around, taking in the room one last time. The cracked stool where Kaito used to sit when he got too tired standing. The corner of the room where Haru always left his water bottle. The space near the set of drums where Yuuma used to zone out between rehearsals. The spot where you had spent so many late nights rewriting lyrics, surrounded by the sound of your friends messing around, playing half-finished chords, and making stupid jokes.
It was hard to believe that by next week, another band would be standing in this same space.
That this roomâyour roomâwould belong to someone else.
âAlright.â You clapped your hands together, forcing a small smile. âLetâs finish up.â
No one argued.
Because there was nothing left to fight for.
So you worked.
Packing up the remnants of what used to be something grand.
-
Touya wasnât used to asking for things. Not from other people. Not from institutions. Not even from himself.
But here he was, sitting in the suffocatingly sterile office of the universityâs administrative staff, pushing down every instinct that told him to just walk out and let things be. He couldnât let things be.
The chair was stiff. The air was too still. His leg bounced impatiently under the desk, but he forced himself to keep his voice even.
âIâm here about the band that oversees the music club.â
The staff memberâa woman who looked about one budget cut away from quitting her job altogetherâbarely spared him a glance as she shuffled through a stack of papers. âThe band that was dissolved?â
Touya clenched his jaw. Yeah. The one I fucked up.
ââŠYeah,â he muttered.
The woman sighed, rubbing her temples. âIf youâre here to file a complaint, Iâll stop you right now. The rules are clearâwithout a complete lineup, the band canât maintain active status, but the club is still available for students who want to learn to play instruments.â
âNo, no. Iâm not here to join the club,â Touya exhaled slowly, fingers twitching against the fabric of his jeans. âAnd Iâm not filing a complaint about the band,â he said. âIâm fixing it.â
That got her attention. She gave him a once-over, unimpressed. âYouâre fixing it?â
âYes.â His fingers dug into his palm. âReinstate the band.â
The woman stared at him for a long moment, then let out a dry chuckle. âItâs not that simple, kid.â
Touya hated that. Hated how she dismissed him so easily, like he was just some desperate student throwing a last-minute plea.
But, to be fair, he was desperate. Heâs never been this desperate before, but the moment he saw another band in your practice room, he couldnât leave it as is.
He swallowed back the frustration rising in his throat. âLook, we need a full lineup, right?â He met her gaze evenly. âTheyâve got one. Iâm playing bass.â
The woman raised an eyebrow. âYou?â
Touya nodded.
She tapped her fingers against the desk, considering. ââŠAnd this isnât just some last-ditch effort to get back on a technicality?â
âNo. I was just⊠a little late due to some⊠personal conflicts.â
She gave him another long look, then sighed, shaking her head. âIf the band can prove theyâre competition-ready by the end of the month, weâll consider reinstatement on a probationary basis.â
Touya exhaled, relief flooding his chest. âIâll take it.â
The woman slid a stack of papers toward him. âThen fill these out.â
-
The first thing Touya did after leaving the office was find you.
It wasnât hardâbecause he asked a few students from your department where you usually stayed. The rooftop, they all said.
âWhat now, Todoroki?â you asked, not even bothering to look at him.
âI was going to play.â
The words were soft. Too soft for him.
Your hand stilled, pausing from rewriting your notes.
Touya let out a slow breath, stepping forward, leaning against the railing a few feet away from you. He didnât look at you. Just stared out at the view below, where the campus stretched out in the afternoon light.
âI was ready,â he said. âThat night. Before the music fest. I had my bass; I was going,â he admitted, shaking his head. âAnd then my old man showed up.â
Touya rarely talked about his father. Much less to anyoneâespecially you. You had heard things, of courseâwhispers, rumors, the kind of stories that floated around when a family name like his carried a reputation. But you never asked. It wasnât your place.
And your priorities lie elsewhere.
You stayed silent, letting him speak.
âHe told me to drop it. Said there was no point. That I was wasting my time.â Touyaâs fingers curled slightly against the railing. âAnd I donât know why it got to me. I thought I stopped giving a shit a long time ago. But right then, it was like I was a kid again, standing in that room full of trophies that didnât mean anything to him.â
His voice was quiet. Not bitter, not angryâjust honest.
âAnd I got scared.â His jaw tensed. âBecause what if he was right?â
You blinked at him as he turned to face you, though you were quick to avert your gaze.
âWhat if I was wasting my time?â Touya said more than asked. âWhat if I walked into that music fest, got on stage, and realized I didnât have it anymore? What if it wasnât worth it?â
He got a bit closer to where you sat.
âSo I didnât go.â He glanced up at the sky. âI stayed home. Didnât answer my phone. Figured it wouldnât matter anyway.â
You stared at your notes, but the words were starting to blur.
âYou were right,â Touya mused after a long pause. âGiving you hope was the worst thing I couldâve done.â He sighed. âYou shouldâve hit me for that one.â
You finally turned to look at him, and for the first time, he actually met your gaze. His eyes werenât cold or distant, not laced with sarcasm or carelessness.
They were just⊠open.
You swallowed and looked back down.
âYou used to love it,â you concluded. It wasnât a question.
Touya gave a slow nod. âYeah,â he admitted. âI did.â
The wind was the only thing that spoke for a while.
You werenât sure what you were supposed to say to that. To him.
ButâŠ
You could hear it in his voice. The regret. The way he hated himself for it more than anyone else ever could.
That didnât change much. Your band was still dissolved either way. And youâve been drowning yourself in your studies to ignore the ache.
But maybeâ
Maybe it meant something.
His hands were still in his pockets, his shoulders tense like he wasnât used to saying things that actually mattered. Like he had already braced himself for whatever you were going to throw at himâanger, disappointment, indifference.
But instead of waiting for you to say anything else, he spoke first.
âI donât expect you to forgive me.â His voice was steady, quieter than usual. âAnd Iâm not asking you to.â
You blinked, fingers tightening slightly around the edges of your notebook.
He sighed, shifting his weight. âBut I talked to the organizers, professors, and staff. The university president, too.â He glanced at you, searching for a reaction, but you just stared, waiting. âThe bandâs registered again.â
Your breath hitched, barely noticeableâbut he caught it.
âAs long as you want to have a band,â he continued, his tone more certain now, âitâs yours. Iâll play.â He tilted his head slightly, something almost pleading flickering in his gaze. âI shouldâve played from the start. So if youâll let me, Iâll do it now.â
He was serious.
There was no sarcasm, no deflection, no half-hearted attempt to make it seem like he wasnât doing something that mattered. He wasnât trying to be cool or detached.
For once, Todoroki Touya wasnât running.
âAnd if I say no?â
Touya smiled slightly, but there was no arrogance in itâjust something quiet, maybe even hopeful.
âThen I guess Iâll have to find a way to convince you.â
You looked at him, your knuckles white where they pressed against your closed notebook. The wind picked up, rustling the pages slightly, but you didnât move. You barely breathed. Forgot to, maybe.
God, you hated him.
You hated how genuine he was being.
But more than anythingâ
You hated that you wanted to believe him.
âYou really think itâs that simple?â you ask. Itâs soft this time around.
âNo.â Touyaâs voice was level, calm. âBut itâs a start.â
âYou donât get it.â
âThen tell me. Iâll listen.â
You couldnât tell him.
Because the truth was, you believed him.
And that was the worst part. Youâre too hopeful again, and what if this time around, the damage would be even more severe?
âYou donât have to do this.â Your voice was steady, but underneath it was something raw. âYou donât have to do all of this because you feel bad. Because you suddenly decided it mattered to you again.â
Touya didnât flinch. He just listened.
You wanted to scream at him. Hit him. Something. Because how dare he stand there so calmly while you were unraveling all over again?
âI believed in you. Even when I knew I shouldnât have. Even when everyone told me not to.â You had to clasp your hands together and take in a steady breath.
Touya was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, quietlyâ
âI understand.â
âNo, you donât.â
âI do.â His voice was lower this time, more certain. âI know because I did the same damn thing to myself. To be scared of something inevitable, I chose to run.â
That stopped you cold.
This made you realizeâ
This wasnât easy for him, either.
The exhaustion in his posture, the way his hands curled into fists in his pocketsâ
He wasnât just standing there expecting you to forgive him.
He was waiting for you to tell him no.
Waiting for you to tell him he had lost his last chance. To tell him to stop bothering you.
To leave you alone.
And you should.
God, you should.
But then there was the way he looked at youâ
Not with pity. Not with indifference.
But like you were the only person in the world whose opinion could ruin him.
And you had never seen anyone look at you like that before.
-
Practice ran late. Not that anyone was really complainingâwell, except for Kaito, who kept muttering about how his fingers were cramping up, but nobody paid him much attention. You were all riding the high of a solid rehearsal, the kind where everything clicked, and even though Touya would never admit it out loud, it felt good.
Really good.
It had been so long since he played in a group like this, since he let himself enjoy it instead of overanalyzing every note.
And then Yuuma, with his usual lack of impulse control, had to break the comfortable silence.
âOkay, but seriously,â he said, spinning a drumstick between his fingers as he leaned against the wall. âHow the hell did we get you?â
Touya, who had just been double-checking the tuning pegs on his bass, glanced up with a raised eyebrow. âHuh?â
Kaito grinned. âHeâs got a point, man. Youâre Todoroki Touya.â
Touya frowned. âYeah. I know my own name.â
âNo, but seriously,â Yuuma insisted, gesturing vaguely. âYouâre likeâthis mysterious, untouchable figure on campus. The guy who doesnât show up to class half the time but still somehow passes. The guy who sits in the back of the room and barely talks to anyone. And now, suddenly, youâre our bassist?â
Touya exhaled through his nose. âYou make it sound like some divine intervention.â
âIt is,â Yuuma said, completely serious. Then, without missing a beatââDo you have a girlfriend?â
âŠ
âWhat?â
âYeah,â Kaito snickered. âThat would actually explain so much.â
You, on the other hand, were completely distracted with your phone to even pay the boys any attention.
Haru, who had been silently observing the conversation like he was watching a wildlife documentary, finally chimed in. âAre you implying that Touya was bribed into joining the band?â
Yuuma nodded sagely. âExactly. Likeâimagine heâs secretly dating some hardcore musician chick who was like, âTouya, babe, you need to do this for me,â and he just couldnât say no.â
Touya gave him the flattest look imaginable. âThatâs the dumbest thing Iâve ever heard.â
âSo you donât have a girlfriend?â Haru asked, adjusting his glasses.
Touya sighed, already regretting all of his life choices. âNo.â
Yuuma snapped his fingers. âDamn. There goes that theory.â Then, after a beat, he turned to you. âBy the way, do we have a budget for a talent fee?â
You glanced up. âHuh?â
Yuuma jerked a thumb at Touya. âI mean, we basically landed a celebrity. Should we be paying him or something?â
Touya scoffed. âYou canât afford me.â
Kaito snickered. âDamn, thatâs bold.â
âWhat?â Yuuma grinned. âIâm just saying, we might as well treat him like a high-profile guest artist.â
Touya smirked. âYou should be honored.â
âThis is dumb,â you laughed.
Yuuma, still grinning, slung his bag over his shoulder. âBut for real, youâre actually sticking around this time, right?â
Touya hesitated.
The question felt heavier than it shouldâve. Because a few months ago, the answer wouldâve been an easy no. Why would I waste my time? This wouldnât matter.
But now?
He exhaled, shifting his bass case higher on his shoulder.
ââŠYeah,â he muttered. âAll the way.â
Kaito whooped, slapping him on the back. âHell yeah.â
Yuuma smirked. âGood. Because if you did bail again, I was fully prepared to start charging you a dropout fee.â
Touya snorted. âYou wish.â
You, who had been watching him carefully, finally exhaled and gave him a slight nod. âThen donât be late tomorrow. Same time.â
Touya smirked. âNo promises.â
You gave him a knowing look.
Yuuma grinned. âAlright, thenâwelcome to the band, officially.â
And for the first time in years, standing there with his new bandmates, feeling the weight of his bass strap across his shoulder and the lingering buzz of rehearsal in his fingertipsâ
Touya actually felt like he was home.
-
With the recent turn of events, jealousy is an apparent feeling for those who arenât as privileged to have snagged Todoroki Touya.
And it all started as whispers.
Small, snide comments whenever you walked past the other bands in the music hall. Barely-there smirks, little glances, and the occasional scoff from some second-rate bassist who thought they were so much better because they had never once lost a performance slot.
You ignored them.
You had better things to do. Your band was back, and with Touya as your bassist, things were better and stronger than before. You were making up for lost time, running setlists late into the night, writing new songs, fixing old ones. The fire was back in your chest, the thrill of the stage creeping closer.
But the whispers didnât stop.
And eventually, they werenât whispers anymore.
You were passing by the courtyard, Touya trailing half a step behind you, when a group of studentsâmembers of another well-known bandâlet their conversation just slip into earshot.
âSheâs lucky, isnât she?â
âRight? If we had a prodigy like Todoroki, weâd be unstoppable.â
âI mean, letâs be real, heâs the only reason they even got reinstated.â
âI wonder if she realizes how much sheâs riding on his talent. Kind of embarrassing if you think about it.â
Your steps faltered, just for a second.
But you didnât stop.
Didnât give them the satisfaction of giving them your time.
Touya, thoughâhe did stop.
You had taken another step before you realized he wasnât beside you anymore. You turned, frowning, just as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and tilted his head at the group, expression unreadable.
âOh, sorry,â he drawled. âDidnât realize I had groupies.â
The students stiffened. âWhat?â
âYouâre talking about me like Iâm not right here.â His tone was light, almost amused. âThat desperate for attention?â
One of them scoffed, recovering quickly. âWeâre just saying. Itâs obvious [Last Name]âs band wouldnât stand a chance without you.â
You clenched your fists, but Touyaâhe laughed.
It wasnât a friendly laugh.
It was sharp and unimpressed.
âYeah?â He raised a brow, amusement fading into something colder. âThen why is it that even before I joined, they were the best band on campus?â
The students shifted uncomfortably.
âI mean, thatâs what pisses you off, right?â Touya continued, taking a slow step forward. His presence was overwhelming, gaze sharp as he looked them over. âThey were already winning before me. [Name] built that band from the ground up, and everyone knew they were the ones to beat.â
No one said anything.
He smirked. âBut if it makes you feel better to pretend itâs all me, go ahead. Must be easier than admitting you just suck.â
One of them clenched their jaws. âWhatâs your deal, man? You donât even care about bands or competitions.â
Touya rolled his shoulders, casting a glance back at you.
You hadnât said a word, but he could see itâthe way your grip on your bag had tightened, the way your jaw was locked. You werenât going to defend yourself.Â
Which was fine.
Because he would.
âI didnât care,â he admitted, looking back at them. âDidnât give a fuck about any of this.â His smirk widened, but his eyes were sharp.Â
âBut I do now. And you know what I found out?â
The weight of his words sank in, and no one had a response.
âI actually kind of like it,â he hummed. âSo try to keep up. Because for the remaining two years, weâll never lose as long as [Name] and I are onboard.â
With that, he turned back to you, nodding toward the path ahead. âCome on. Weâve got practice.â
You stared at him for a beat longer, then let out a slow breath and walked beside him, leaving the others behind.
They didnât talk about it and didn't bring it up again.
But as you headed toward the music room, Touya nudged you lightly with his elbow.
âTheyâre just jealous,â he said, voice quieter now. âYou know that, right?â
You exhaled, then, finally, nodded just a little.
âObviously.â
-
âAlright,â Yuuma had said one afternoon, spinning a drumstick between his fingers, âhypothetically, if you were going to make it up to [Name]âproperly, not just half-assedâwhat would you do?â
Touya, who had been tuning his bass, barely spared him a glance.Â
âI already apologized.â
Kaito snorted. âYeah, and she tolerated it. Barely.â
âThen what do you want me to do? Write her a sonnet?â Touya asked.Â
Haru, from where he was perched on top of the amplifier, added, âNot a sonnet. A song.â
âExcuse me?â
Yuuma grinned. âDude, itâs perfect. Sheâs all about the band, right? Musicâs what she actually gives a damn about. So if you really want her to believe youâre in this for real, show her through music.â
Kaito nodded. âExactly. Words donât mean shit to [Name] unless thereâs proof behind them.â
Touya frowned, fingers idly running along the strings of his bass.
Writing a song.
It had been years since heâd triedâsince he let himself create rather than just play. Back then, his notebooks had been filled with half-finished compositions, lyrics scratched out and rewritten over and over again. He had loved it once.
He was conflicted.
Yuuma clapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts. âYou in?â
Touya exhaled sharply. ââŠFine.â
Yuuma grinned. âGood answer. Itâs sooner or later that youâll learn that we actually canât take no for an answer here.â
-
The first problem?
Touya had no idea where to start.
Sure, he knew how to writeâhe knew chord progressions, rhythms, and structure. But what the hell was he supposed to say?
It wasnât like he was about to write some sappy, âIâm sorry for being an asshole.â
The actual writing process was a disaster in itself.
Yuuma wanted a fast tempoâsomething that hit hard and kept the energy high.
Kaito argued for something more melodic, something with room to breathe.
Haru, the only one thinking practically, kept reminding them that it had to fit your vocal range.
Touya, meanwhile, wanted to strangle all of them. Itâs hard to believe that he and Yuuma were in the same year because the latter acted so childishâso energetic.
It took days of back-and-forth, of testing out different riffs, of scrapping entire verses because they werenât good enough.
But eventually, they had something.
Something undeniably theirs.
Now all that was left was playing it for her.
-
Practice started like any other day.
You arrived on time, as usual, already flipping through your notebook and mumbling about setlists before anyone could even say a word.
Touya, despite knowing what was about to happen, stayed silent.
It wasnât his place to introduce this.
It had to be them. All of them.
And, sure enoughâ
âActually,â Kaito cut in, casually adjusting his guitar strap, âweâve got something new to go over today.â
You tilted your head to the side. âWhat?â
Yuuma grinned. âSurprise.â
âIf this is another one of your pranksââ
âItâs not,â Haru assured you. âJust listen.â
You sighed, clearly not in the mood for their antics, but you leaned back against the chair anyway, crossing your arms. âFine. But if this sucks, we will proceed with the hardest entry as our warmup song.â
Touya smiled. âNoted.â
And then they started playing.
The first few notes were soft, subduedâa simple melody carried by Haruâs keys, the kind of sound that felt like waking up from a long dream. Then the bassline came in, low and steady, grounding everything. Touyaâs fingers moved instinctively, muscle memory taking over, like the song had always existed in him, just waiting to be played.
Kaitoâs guitar layered over it, bright and sharp, a contrast to the weight of the rhythm section. And then Yuumaâs drums kicked inâfast, insistent, alive.
The song had movement.
Had feeling.
It wasnât an apology.
It was a promise.
By the time the last chord faded into silence, [Name] was staring.
Not in shock, not in disbeliefâ
But something Touya couldnât quite name.
He adjusted the strap on his shoulder, avoiding your gaze.Â
There was a long pause, and for a second, he thought maybe this had been a mistake. That maybe youâd say too little, too late.
But thenâ
ââŠItâs good,â you told him, laughing quietly. âIs this our entry for the Music Mayhem Event?â
Yuuma grinned. âHell yeah, it is.â
Touya smiled, nudging at you a little. âSo. Does this mean Iâm forgiven?â
âI⊠actually forgave you when you sought me out on the rooftop.â
âWait, really?:
âYeah, Iâ really donât hold grudges for long.â
Yuuma clapped him on the back. âDude, thatâs so romantic.â
Kaito laughed. âCongrats, man. You got to apologize twice and wrote a song for the competition. Killed two birds with one stone.â
Haru just nodded, satisfied. âSaves us the trouble and time, then.â
Yeah.
Looked like it was.
-
The venue was packed.Â
Touya rolled his shoulders, gripping his bass a little tighter than necessary. The strap dug into his shoulder, grounding him, reminding him that this was real. No running this time. No excuses.
You were beside him, your fingers tapping against your mic, an old nervous habit you refused to acknowledge. You exhaled through your nose, a slow, measured breath, but Touya could see itâyou were excited. No, more than thatâyou were ready.
Kaito was tuning his guitar, barely holding back a cocky grin. Yuuma stretched his arms, rolling his neck, hyping himself up under his breath. Haru was calm, adjusting his keyboard settings with precise movements, unreadable as always.
âMake sure your voice doesnât crack, Todoroki,â you commented.
Touya chuckled. âWeâll see.â
Then the announcerâs voice boomed over the speakers:
âNext upâgive it up forââ
The crowd erupted.
Lights flooded the stage, hot and blinding.
And then, it was just them.
-
If you told Todoroki Touya that heâd be playing the bass again after eight years, he wouldâve laughed right in your face.
(Mm, yeah, I know how this goesâŠ
You stand in the light, I fade in the smokeâŠ)
He wouldâve told you that he didnât care how good he used to be. Heâs lost interest, to put it into simpler terms.
(Didnât ask you to chase me downâdidnât need another fightâŠ
But there you were, reckless and loud, saying we could get it rightâŠ)
He wouldâve told you that he had better things to do.Â
But now, he did. Touya was playing the bass.
Touya didnât just playâhe felt it. His fingers moved on instinct against the strings, like they had a mind of their own, like he was carving out something raw, something familiar, something that had been trapped inside him for too long.
Then came the pre-chorus. The tension built.
And thatâs when he came in.
(Yeah, I left you hanging, left you coldâswore Iâd never play that roleâŠ
But damn, you still play me like a noteâŠ)
His voice was rougher, rasping with emotion, clashing with your smoother tone in a way that shouldnât have workedâbut it did. You turned toward him, stepping closer, your voices winding together like opposing forces caught in the same storm.
And thenâ
The chorus hit.
(Weâre smoke and starlight, burning too brightâ
Falling too fast, getting lost in the night!
Say you donât need me, say you donât careâ
But we both know Iâm still hanging there!)
You and Touya met in the middle of the stage, mic stands forgotten.Â
You were fire; he was smoke.
Then came the second verse, and it was yours to claim as his voice faded into the background.
(You donât beg, you donât pleadâ
But I hear it in the way you breatheâŠ
Sick of ghosts and dead-end dreamsâ
But somehow, you still look at meâŠ)
Your gaze caught his. And Touyaâhe didnât look away. He looked at you because you were the only one he could seeâthat he wanted to see.
The music dipped again, shifting into the bridge. Everything stripped backâjust the bass and your voice.
(You donât get to walk away, not this timeâŠ
Not after leaving me behindâŠ
You play ghosts, I play fireâŠ
But even flames need something to burn insideâŠ)
The way you sang itâlow, steady, sharp as a bladeâit sent a shiver down his spine. It tugged at his heartstrings in a way that didnât feel like him.
Thenâ
The build.
Drums creeping back in. Guitar humming under the surface. The energy climbingâ
And then everything crashed into the final chorus.
(Weâre smoke and starlight, burning too brightâ
Falling too fast, getting lost in the night!
Say you donât need me, say you donât careâ
But we both know Iâm still hanging there!)
It was undeniable. It was everything.
As the last note hit, ringing through the venue, the whole place seemed to hold its breath.
And thenâ
The deafening eruption.
Viewers screamed. Hands shot up. The cheers were deafening. Even the judges looked impressed, their quiet conversation lost under the sheer force of the audienceâs reaction.
You stood at the front, chest heaving, sweat beading at your temple, but your eyesâyour eyesâburned with something victorious.
Touya, gripping his bass, let out a slow breath.
This was it.
For the first time in a long time, he felt it.
Not just the music. Not just the stage.
But the want.
The need.
The need to keep playing.
You had done it.
Done this to him.
And it was only the beginning.
-
Todoroki Touya never thought heâd come to this point.
His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his temple, his adrenaline spiking so hard that he could barely stand still. The entire band was high off the energy, voices overlapping as they half-shouted, half-laughed at each other, Yuuma swinging an arm around his shoulders while someone shoved a bottle of water into his hands.
âThat was insane!â Your guitarist, Kaito, was saying, practically vibrating with excitement. âHoly shit, did you see how the crowd lost it when we hit that last chorus?â
âDude, [Name] killed that bridge,â Yuuma added, shaking his head in disbelief. âAnd Touya? Bro, your bass solo? I felt that in my soul.â
Touya barely registered the words.
Because across the room, you were glowing.
To Touya, you had this look about you, the way you always did after a performanceâflushed cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on your skin making you radiate under the dim backstage lights. You were standing just a few feet away, laughing breathlessly, one hand gripping the back of your neck as you spoke with their events coordinator, your body still thrumming with the rush of the performance.
Touya swallowed.
There was something clawing up his ribs, something tight, something desperate, and before he even realized what he was doingâbefore he could stop himselfâhe moved.
His fingers curled around your wrist, firm but not rough, and you barely had time to react before he was pulling you with him, slipping past the others and into the dimly lit hallway behind the stage.
âHeyâTouya, whatâ?â
You didnât finish.
Because the second you were out of sight, the second you two were alone, Touya turned, one hand still gripping your wrist, the other lifting without hesitationâ
And he kissed you.
It was instinct, thoughtless and reckless, but it felt right.
You went rigid.
For a single, heart-stopping second, you didnât move, didnât reactâso still that Touya almost panicked. Almost pulled away, almost started to stammer some kind of half-assed explanation, almostâ
But then you inhaled sharply, and your fingers curled into his shirt, gripping him like you were trying to ground yourself.
And that was all it took.
Touyaâs grip tightened, his palm cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek. His lips moved against yours with the feeling of overflowing feelings that are just too good to put into words.
The music, the rush, the way your voice had wrapped around his on stage like you had been made for this, for each other.
Whatever this feeling was, it had been simmering beneath the surface, lingering in the way he always found himself seeking you out, the way he stayed just a little longer after practice, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasnât paying attention.
And nowânowâit was spilling over, like an overfilled cup, impossible to ignore any longer.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless; Touya didnât move far. His forehead rested against yours, his hand still cradling your face, fingers brushing along your skin.
You were staring at him, wide-eyed, your lips parted in shock, chest still rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.
âHuh..?â
Touya exhaled sharply, trying to steady his pulse, trying to make sense of the mess in his chest.
âI donât know,â he admitted, voice rough, strained.
His thumb brushed against your cheek, his breath still mingling with yours, but one thingâs for sure.
âčâË. HAWKSâ BDAY 2024 â after six months of being his press agentâs friend with all kinds of benefits, keigo struggles to find a way to tell you that he canât keep up his side of the agreement any longer. / or, his heartâs been in it since the very beginning.
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âthis pussy of yours is pretty fuckinâ greedy, huh?â
âhow could i not be when you always fuck me so g-good?â the filthy words rush out of your mouth in a surge of euphoria that has taken over your cognitive functions and renders you clinically cock drunk. in this state, things youâd normally never agree to are suddenly more alluring than a shiny trinket to a nesting bird. sex on the roof of the heroesâ safety commission is outlandish and obscene (youâd used those words when keigo had first brought it up in jest) â but here you are getting plowed by none other than the no. 2 hero of japan.
âaw, dovey,â keigo coos, gloved hand closing around the slope of your neck and tugging you back into his chest, âyouâve always got the best compliments, donât ya?â
âah, r-right there!â you gasp, eyes rolling back into your skull as your third orgasm of the half hour boils in your tummy like magma in an explosive volcano. âshit, kei, âm gonna cum again..â
âheh, go ahead ân let it out for me,â the heel of his other hand digs hard into the plush skin above your pubic bone and the crude slapping of skin against skin grows louder. âcâmon, baby, cum all over this cock. show me how good you feel, yeah?â
âyeah,â you whimper, desperately throwing your ass back onto his cock to get him even deeper, âoh my god, keigo, fuuuckââm cumming!â
it nearly sweeps you off your feet, the strength of your blissful orgasm leaving you shaking violently and clenching uncontrollably on keigoâs cock. his teeth sharply sink into his lower lip when he quickly pulls out of you, lamely stroking himself to completion above your ass and spraying strings of ivory onto your skin. your body is slick with sweat and now cum, but the messiness of the situation doesnât hit you quite yet â youâre busy trying to catch your breath while he hangs his head lowly behind you.
keigo still holds you upright on legs of jelly, lightly beating his wings to help stabilize himself. watchful gold eyes sweep over your body, doing a once over and admiring every inch of you. heâs always considered you as the most beautiful woman heâs ever seen, and has always felt lucky to touch you â so why does he feel so damn unfulfilled? itâs probably a form of karma; keigo hasnât ever had a consistent relationship, all due to his own actions. so many of his old girlfriends had clashed with him over his neglectful habits â his inability to give them time, attention, and effort. all of his relationships began positively, then quickly deteriorated into toxicity heâd grown tired of dealing with.
heâd been single for a year, and went without sex for longer. if he didnât always have the press looming over his shoulder and scrutinizing each of his damn movements, he wouldâve been able to get his dick wet sooner! keigo would certainly never admit it, but the total deprivation has been a good thing, allowing him to reset and understand why those relationships had completely gone downhill. at the time, heâd pettily blamed his girlfriend or the new guy sheâd moved on with.
you let out a tired puff of breath and break away from his hold too soon just to look at your phone, which is sitting on top of keigoâs jacket. âso, my lunch break isnât over just yet. we can hit the sandwich place around the block if youâre up for it?â
god, youâve got that lazy smile playing on your lips like it always does after heâs made you cum. how is it possible for someone to look so elegant even as she buttons her blouse and wipes cum off her ass with a spare napkin? his brain literally short circuits when you hand him his jacket, plush lips shaping around a word. words. didnât you just say something? maybe his post nut clarity has faded into obscurity, or heâs lost his hearing from how hard he just came.
âkeigo,â you sigh, snapping your fingers in front of his face and briefly contemplating slapping him out of his stupor, âis the light on upstairs?â
a shiver jolts through him despite the fact that the weatherâs warm, and his disassociated eyes finally hone in on you, standing right in front of him. âyeah, sorry. whatâd you say earlier?â
you shrug on your suit jacket and slip into your heels. âiâm still free. we can grab sandwiches around the block if youâd like.â
so thoughtful. his heart swells happily at the prospect of eating lunch with you. it always does, usually accompanied with a flip in his stomach, whenever he tags along on something youâre doing, whether itâs eating lunch or sorting through lengthy documents after the office closes.
âsounds good. are we walking or flying, dovey?â your favorite sex petname rolls off his tongue naturally, and after months of this arrangement, youâve stopped correcting him.
âletâs just walk,â you say decisively, wrapping the used napkin in another, âit attracts less press, showbird.â
â â
still thrumming with the sensations of sex, keigo walks into the restaurant behind you, piping up to place his order and then to swipe his card for the lunch. he dutifully waits at the table while you stand at the counter, glancing at your phone every now and then to alleviate the impatient boredom that accompanies most edible purchases. keigo allows himself a moment of respite, and instead of looking at his phone, he looks at you â particularly the way your clothes hug the slopes and curves of your body, much like he does when heâs coming down from an orgasm.
it was exactly eight months ago when keigo had first laid eyes on you. he knew right then and there that under no circumstances would he allow his old persona to shine through or mess things up between the two of you. for the first two months out of those eight, keigo had befriended you (with much encouragement from his friend mirko, bless her) and spent time getting to know you as a person over friendly lunches and the occasional drink. heâd committed each of your stories to memory and marked your birthday down on the calendar, something heâd never done for anyone else before. the beginning of everything was after one of those rare drinks that had landed you in keigoâs apartment and sitting criss-crossed on his bed, discussing your unlucky love life.
heâd listened with rapture as you pored over the freaks youâd met and gone out with in detail, mistakenly trusting your friends to set you up with someone nice on a blind date. in their defense, youâd drunkenly mumbled, itâs not their fault that thereâs so many people catfishing. one inebriated conversation led to another, and youâd happened upon the fact that neither of you hadnât had any good sex in a very long time. in the morning, you came into work late and sore all over, but also newly enlightened. for the past six months, youâve successfully maintained a friends with benefits relationship with keigo takami, the no. 2 hero of japan.
âthis oneâs yours. hereâs the receipt,â you push him a tightly wrapped sub sandwich and his tab.
he catches the sandwich after letting it spin on the table like an arrow on a game spinner, then crumples the receipt. âwhy donât you believe me when i say i enjoy paying for you, hm?â
you sigh after a bite. âit makes me feel like a sugar baby . . but also, i can pay for myself.â
âso youâre either saying iâm old or rich,â keigo chuckles when you roll your eyes dramatically, âi know you can, but just let me spoil you, dovey.â
you knew it was a losing game the moment you brought it up, cheeks heating a little at the implication of his words. maybe being his baby isnât that bad. conversation comes to a comfortable standstill as you both dig into your sandwiches, crumbs falling to the table and making a small mess. when you look up to pause and wipe your mouth, a laugh tumbles out before you can stop it.
âwhat?â keigo asks confusedly, holding his sandwich tightly and going so far as to swivel around backwards in hopes of pinpointing whatever made you laugh.Â
you wrap a napkin over your fingers and lean across the table. instinctually, keigo leans in for a kiss, only to be a little more than heartbroken when you swerve to the side and dodge it to instead dab at a streak of mustard across his chin. the sudden intimacy and close proximity cause the apples of his cheeks to turn rosy in embarrassment. âdid you just lead me on?â he asks when he notices you giggling at him again, voice taking on a playful and petty tone. âbecause it totally feels like you did that on purpose.â
âno, keigo,â a wide smile spreads across your face at his usual antics, âyou were the one eating so quickly you got mustard all over your face! someone had to clean you up.â
in an instant, his voice drops an octave, becoming low and sultry. âyou keep talking like that and iâll clean you up.â
âiâ weâre in public!â you exclaim, a dull ache pulsing between your legs at the thought of him using his tongue on you.Â
he shrugs noncommittally, feeling triumphant now that heâs briefly flustered you. âpublic or not, you know you love it. now eat your sandwich.â
âway ahead of you,â heat floods your cheeks as you pick up the sandwich, feeling dirty because of the slick pooling into your underwear. keigo doesnât understand how easy it is to get you worked up, whether itâs with his words or the mischievous footsie he keeps playing under the table with you. âif i come across a headline about this conversation, iâm gonna kill you.â
â â
âlate night?â keigo hums, shattering your concentration on the current task. startled and disheveled, you glance up just in time to catch his typical smirk. his gold eyes shamelessly rake up and down your body as if heâs spotted something he wantsâno, needsâto claim. however, his raunchy ogling comes to a screeching halt when he hones in on the shadowy dark circles beneath your eyes.
âthe latest,â you blow out a peeved breath through pursed lips, doing your utmost to avoid looking out the window. itâs completely dark outside, the sky an inky blanket of night and stars over the city. âiâm fucking swamped.â
it comes out bitterly, and keigo cautiously steps forward, wings twitching nervously behind him. that well-groomed mess of vermilion feathers at his back seems to have a mind of its own, constantly betraying their owner by displaying his emotions so openly.Â
âwhat, you coming to rescue me?â absentmindedly, you swish around your empty coffee mug. not a single drop flies over the edge, the porcelain totally dry as if it was never used.
âcâmonnnn, you know iâm always up to rescue you,â he teases playfully, gently tugging the mug out of your grip and setting a reassuring palm down on your hunched shoulders. âiâll get us some coffee and help you out when i get back.â
âi highly doubt that youâre qualified to deal with PR work, keigo.â a small though rascally smile plays on your lips, corners flicking up as your sour demeanor starts to mellow out.Â
he sticks out his tongue and steps out of your office, heading to the kitchen. as his feet quietly pad along the hard carpet, he considers your recent behavior â last week you were fucking around on the roof and then getting sandwiches like it was nobodyâs business. keigo was seeing you around the office and outside of it, but the time heâd been spending with you had decreased dramatically over the past few days. the coordinated lunch breaks and escapades were no more, and keigoâs been caught up wondering why. now, the reason for this couldnât be linked to anything he did or said â still, itâs impossible for him not to overthink.
âgod, youâre a lifesaver!â you groan joyously as keigo sets down a full mug of coffee in front of you and away from your laptop and notepad. âthank you for this.â
âslow down, you havenât even seen the things i can do outside of making coffee.â
you rotate your laptop once he finally takes a seat in front of you, insistently pointing a finger at the various tasks on your metaphorical plate. âif i give you some work, youâll have to do a lot of proofreading.â
keigo nods, and his eyebrows suddenly pull downwards in a mix of playful confusion and surprise. âwait, is that a virtual shrine dedicated to me?â
âwhat?â you mutter, squinting your eyes as you frantically look over the computer screen to no avail. âoh, shut up. just start reading while i finish up the rest.â
thereâs a pause and a beat of silence as you both settle into your respective assignments.
then, âi actually came to the office because i missed you a little.â
âyou what?â you laugh increduously, licking a finger to aid you in flipping through paperclipped pages. his eyes follow you, from the moment your tongue darts out to wet your skin and then flicks through pages you skim to find what youâre looking for.
âwell, i havenât seen you outside of work in a while,â keigo sniffs, tearing his eyes away from you and refocusing on the words on the screen. at the risk of sounding too vulnerable, he throws in something disgustingly horny to save himself. âwas just wondering about my fuck buddy.â
fuck. heâs really cringing now, throat instinctually closing up once he feels waves of nausea crashing over him. but you donât even bat an eye, too busy setting papers aside in different stacks and barely paying attention to him. âoh, yeah. iâm sorry, itâs just that a ton of people have been dumping so much work on me.â
âso thatâs why iâm reading a drafted article enshrining endeavor as number one?â he grins, briefly catching your eyes. youâre not quite sure if itâs the exhaustion finally catching up or something else, but your stomach flutters when you automatically meet his gaze. loose papers drift to the floor, falling right past you.Â
âyep, thatâs why,â you laugh nervously, snatching up the papers so forcefully that they crumple in your grasp. keigoâs always so damn charming, and it affects you more now that youâre so tired. right?
âyou want some dinner, dovey?â the affectionate pet name lingers in your mind, echoing loudly until it finally fades into a memory from a while ago. the transition of his affectionate voice into one choked with unadulterated pleasure is seamless, leaving you breathless in an instant. a glance at his wings has you sloppily picturing them fanned out above you and frantically beating the air as keigo ruts his hips into yours . . god, whatâs gotten into you? he certainly could.
âi want you,â it slips out before you can stop it or even control it, words laced with a silent desperation only he can detect. âuh, i meanââ
âbold words,â a wolf whistle trills out into the air, reminding you that youâve now started something you wonât be getting out of easily. âsure you can handle what youâre askinâ for, baby?â
âdonât act like i havenât countless times before,â you retort, voice a little weaker than youâd like. itâs frustrating, the influence he has over your body â he hasnât even said anything meaningful and yet heatâs surging to your cheeks while a shiver of excitement ripples through you.
âriiiight. arenât you the one always saying you canât handle it? âoh, keigo, please! i canât, iâââ
the endless teasing is just too much â it makes your blood boil, gets your pulse racing, and absolutely does what it was intended to do. your full mug of coffee tips off the edge of the table and spills when you slam the laptop shut, leaping forward to rapidly close the distance between you two. your lips, slightly sticky with coffee, crash onto keigoâs hard, causing your foreheads to knock together too.
itâs a palpable invitation, one that he eagerly accepts without hesitation. his strong hands settle firmly on your hips in an attempt to stop their slight tremble, fingertips pressing into the curve of your waist. he pulls you into his lap and you fall into sync with one another just like always: keigo slips his tongue into your mouth while you tug at his blonde curls. impatience curated by time apart and characterized by frustration has the air in the room sparking with white hot electricity thatâs strong enough to cause a power outage â youâre so close to finally scratching that unbearable itch, at least until it comes back tomorrow with much more ferocity.
keigo draws back with a knowing smile, lips curling up. âwe should stop, dovey.â
a thin, glossy string of saliva connects your lips to his. youâve got this desperate, needy look written all over your face, which crumples petulantly as you consider the possibility of being left unsatisfied. something purely horny twists in his chest, alongside his still yearning heart â keigo fucking loves being in control, being the only one who can give you the satisfaction that you so desperately need, but the thought of being something more resurfaces in his mind again.
it always comes to him at the worst times: right now, during a sexual moment, or before he falls asleep and when he opens his eyes to daylight in the morning. itâs eating him up inside, and heâs already too far in to stop â or is he? no, he isnât! not if he finds a way to extricate himself from the suffocating casualness of this mess and advance whateverâs left into a real relationship, one thatâs abundant in love and adoration. the evolution of the relationship hinges on the timing of his love confession, so heâll definitely plan to wait until youâre not holed up in the office and on his lap looking like youâre about to shed tears.
âi c-canât,â you gasp breathlessly, heart pounding in your ears, âkei, pleaseâ i need you so badly, iâve been waiting so damn long.âÂ
and who is he to deny you, when youâre begging so beautifully?
âso you missed me?â keigo murmurs, pressing kisses to the column of your throat and savoring the way you softly gasp. this is his moment. heâs going to slyly frame a question for you, and when you answer it correctly, heâll spring his confession onto you and then give you what youâve been dying for.
âgod, yes,â a moan rushes out from between your lips, head tipping back to give him easier access. with his nose pressed into your skin, keigo blissfully inhales the faint wisps of your favorite perfume. eight months later and youâre still wearing that scent daily, ever since he complimented you the day he met you. âyou know i did, keigo.â
âwhatâd you miss the most?â he smirks between open mouthed kisses, guiding you straight to the answer with his warm hands that slip under your shirt and languidly caress the small of your back.Â
âyour cock, t-the way you fuck me,â you groan, unintentionally shattering his plan into pieces; but he doesnât let it show, chuckling into your neck as he rapidly snatches them up and off the floor. itâs okay, heâs okay. all he has to do is ask a few more questions and offer up some multiple choice answers â in doing so, heâll have a chance to tell you how he really feels.
âmmmm, is that all?âÂ
your eyebrows furrow in confusion and you tug him back by the hair, scrutinizing him with eyes clouded by lust and nothing else. a carnation colored flush sits high on his cheekbones, and his adamâs apple bobs as he swallows down a pesky i love you. not now, not here â this isnât the right moment.
âkeigo, why are you questioning me like my boss does?â he blinks, averting his eyes to your glossy neck, shining with his saliva in the dim light. it smells like coffee now, and heâs wondering if itâll ever get cleaned up, dark liquid overflowing and soaking through the carpet, straight into the floor. he doesnât want to be like the coffee, forgotten about and lingering in the air since it had fallen off the desk without you having caught it.
keigo knows you â he always has, and itâs too easy to pick up on the unmistakable tension twisted in your question, along with undertones of discomfort and deflection. automatically, he slips back into his typical persona, lips curling into an impish smile while he waggles his eyebrows to emphasize his words. âheh, youâre so impatient. can you blame me for wanting to build things up?â
you visibly relax, plush mouth forming into a pout he wants to kiss away. âi think thereâs been plenty of build up. donât tease me again.â
âyes maâam,â he replies coolly, lifting his hands into the air in a show of submission. you release his hair and he pulls you into his chest, holding you tightly as he stands up from the chair. it rolls away into a corner, plastic backing hitting the wall with a soft thud just as keigo slams you down on the desk, papers flying every which way.Â
âkeigo, hah, you havenât even gotten me naked yet,â you sigh, heat rushing to your face as he sinks to his knees on the hard carpet, his eyes never leaving yours. dexterous, impatient fingers find the clasp of your pants, and he drags them down your legs, along with your sticky panties.Â
âi know,â keigo breathes, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and pulling your hips close to his face, âand yet, youâre already fucking soaked for me. arenât you, baby?â
âyeah, i am,â you whimper, feeling your cunt clench around nothing when he rewards you by spitting onto your clit. âall for you, kei.â
âyouâre so cute.âÂ
you really are, all spread out on the desk, pretty and pliant just for him. thereâs not a shred of resistance when he manuvers you closer or teases his fingertips around your quivering hole, ignoring your strained cries for more. dark pupils enlarge against gold irises, and keigoâs wings flutter eagerly as his arousal crashes over him in continuous, steady waves of heat. now that heâs between your legs and focused on his favorite late night snack, the scent of the coffee dissipates along with his thoughts.Â
âkeigo,â you keen, fingers threading through his tousled curls, âplease, justâoh god, stop fuckinâ teasing me.â
a sportive smack! lands on the side of your bare ass, kicking up a few papers when you jolt forward in surprise. âeasy, baby. easy,â thereâs a low, warning pitch in his voice, and you settle down frustratedly, gnawing on your lower lip. keigoâs never been one to rush when it comes to eating your pussy, even during quickiesâyouâd be more aggravated if he didnât always make you cum so damn hard. his face is flushed pink and shining with eagerness as he pushes two fingers inside you, fixated on the way they slide in so easily.Â
he experimentally curls them, and a lick of heat washes over his whole body when he watches your face crumple, head tipping back weakly while you tug at his hair. the blond curls are soft between your fingers, giving you something to grab onto when you need to steady yourself.Â
âfuckkk,â keigo groans, attaching his rosy lips to your clit and lightly sucking at the swollen, sensitive bud. clumsily, you grind your hips against his mouth, body sweltering as the small office fills with the impolite smacks of his lips and wet squelches of your sloppy cunt. âloosen up for me, baby, youâre too tight.â
a trembly breath leaves your lips as you obediently readjust for him, spreading your legs and trying to relax so he can tug his fingers back. for a moment, he pauses to appreciatively look over his glossy, creamy fingersâhe sticks them into his mouth, moaning and squeezing his eyes shut as he puts on a show of swirling his tongue around them like some kind of slut. once he opens his eyes, those piercing gold hues meet your own and he plunges them back inside, making you whimper.
âlisten to me, dovey,â keigo murmurs, breath fanning over your wet clit, âi want you cumming hard on my fingers in the next thirty seconds.â
âbutâoh,â your voice cracks when he deeply curls his fingers, purposefully interrupting you, âwhat if itâs not enough? i donât think i canââ
sharp, pearly teeth lightly graze your clit and make you mewl noisily, the action both a warning and a reward. âyes, you can, dovey,â he utters in a hushed voice, âcâmon, show me youâre a big girl. iâll be counting for ya.â
with that, keigo dives back in, furiously licking your clit while he roughly curls his fingers into that sweet, spongy spot inside you. itâs probably not serious, but something in your stomach flutters at the thought of disobeying himâif he wants you to cum, youâll do just that. your hips rock into his tongue, developing a messy rhythm that could possibly rival his own when heâs inside youâhe smirks against you, clearly pleased with himself. papers lift into the air, swirling around in a flurry of white as if theyâre caught up in a tornado. the source of the miniature storm is his wings, uncontrollably flapping about as he determinedly licks at your clit like a lollipop.Â
twenty five. a thin sheen of sweat shines on your forehead, making the skin tacky. absentmindedly, you wonder if it could be possible for him to cum in his pants just from eating you out. he certainly enjoys it enough â whenever he says heâs feeling thirsty or hungry, heâll end up eating you out for so long you pass out by your seventh orgasm.
twenty. keigoâs absorbed in the smell, sight, and taste of you. nothingâs better than watching you fall apart on him, dewy tears in your eyes as you fight back overstimulation or impatience. but this is new: heâs never demanded you to cum after setting a time limit in place. it occurs to him now that he didnât think far enough ahead to answer the question youâll probably end up asking afterwards, something along the lines of âwhat wouldâve happened if i didnât cum?â . .Â
fifteen. with your eyes rolling back into your head as your hips lurch off the desk, a bit of drool pours down your chin. covered in a mixture of sweat, spit, and slick, youâre at a loss for words as keigoâs damn tongue rolls over your clit again and again. perhaps youâre too dazed, but you swear you feel him etch the letters of his name into you with the tip of his tongue.
ten. keigoâs pussydrunk, soaking his boxers with precum as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. his eyes are dark with lust, and the rosy skin of his cheeks and chin is smeared with that sticky wetness he just canât get enough of. all of your muscles pull taut like a bowstring, and you sob out his name, pushing his face into you as euphoria hits you from every direction and all at once.
âkei, oh my god, âm gonna fucking cum,â within seconds of your frantic gasps, you abruptly gush on his fingers, hard enough to push them out of you â cum squirts from your cunt, getting onto his face when he curiously leans in to lick it away.
you donât get a second to come down from your high because keigo roughly licks you through it as if heâs severely dehydrated. âmmmph!â you squeal, hips immediately pulling away from him like heâs given you an electric shock. âwaiâwait, keigo, itâs way too much!â
he relents, rolling his eyes as if he doesnât believe you. âfine, fiiiiine. you win this one, dovey.â
âpants off.â
he quirks an eyebrow but starts to undo his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft bang. âyouâre so fucking greedy, i swear.â
you throw him a glare, wiping sweat off of your forehead as you sit up, slowly hopping off of the desk.Â
papers fall all around you, quietly crinkling as they hit the floor and surround the desk in a sloppy circle. your lips press into a thin line as you take the sight in, mildly exasperated by the mess youâll force him to clean up. âon the desk, keigo. tuck your wings in too.â
he laughs in disbelief, used to calling the shots when it comes to sex, âso demanding, baby.â
you fix him with a serious look, crossing your arms over your chest while papers ride the dying currents of air made by his wings. keigo clears his throat and folds his wings close to his back, âyes maâam.â
his flushed cock is rock hard, bobbing as he settles onto the desk; itâs fraught with veins and beautifully curved to one side, something youâre endlessly thankful for when heâs inside you. above him, youâre dripping wet and ready to take him deep â keigo shudders when you grip the base of his cock, carefully balancing yourself on the desk so that you can easily sit down on it.
âholyâoh, shit,â he curses, abs clenching beneath his clothing as he forces himself to keep his hips down. if you want to take control, heâll give it to you â anything you could ever want is immediately yours. bleary gold eyes clear up and hone in on where youâre connected; your pussy swallows his cock whole like itâs nothing, leaving him breathless.
you swallow, gnawing at your lower lip, âiâve fucking missed this, kei. been s-so long.â
memories from your most favorite escapades rush back to you so quickly your head spins, momentarily distracting you from the task at hand. thereâs a beat of silence before keigo grips your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he borderline begs you, âbaby, câmon, fuck me already.â
âdonât tell me what to do,â you breathe, placing your hands in the center of his chest to hold yourself up, âyou donât get to do that right now, keigo.â
âgod, youâre gonna kill me.â
maybe you wonât, but your hips will â they start to move until youâre bouncing roughly on his cock, letting his tip bully itself against your cervix. itâs the kind of kiss that only the two of you can understand, filled with affection and an hungry obsession for more.
for what seems to be the hundredth time, this mahogany desk is christened with more sex. skin claps against skin, filling the room with the same applause that echoes in a theater after a successful show; the whole building is empty, and itâs only your window thatâs flooded with fluorescent light in the otherwise dark night.
âdovey,â keigo moans, voice cracking on the familiar pet name, âif you keep going like this, iâmâiâm not gonna last much longer.â
you donât answer, eyes squeezing shut against the burn of exhaustion setting into your muscles. handsy as always, he grabs at your tits, pulling you further on top of him and taking a hardened nipple into his mouth.
the sharp edges of his pearly teeth drag against your skin as he sucks, golden eyes shutting once he hears your whiny moans grow louder. youâre fluid and all too smooth, riding his cock into oblivion while working in these little humps against his pelvis that donât disturb the rhythm youâve built up. your clit drags across his skin deliciouslyâshit, itâs possible that you could cum together.
âhaah, baby,â keigo trembles beneath you, wings spreading out and quivering against his will. âiâm so damn close, i wantââ it nearly sounds too intimate, but he ignores the voice in the back of his mind and focuses on his impending orgasm thatâs fighting its way out of him. âshit, i just want you to cum with me.â
sensitivity creeps up your spine and makes your body ripple with a shudder, âr-rub my clit ân i will, kei.â
everything happens so damn fast; it doesnât take long for your body to respond to his frenetic touch, and you completely fall apart on his cock, triggering his own high. while your cunt desperately grips him like a vice, heâs shooting endless ropes of cum deep against your cervix. ultimately, it was pointless for him to fold up his wings â theyâve fought against him like usual, strewing more papers around the room and knocking objects off of your desk.
âd-donât move just yet,â he wheezes, holding your hips in place the moment you try to retreat, âjust stay here for a second, dovey.â
a mixture of slick and cum is smeared in the wispy beige hair that adorns his pelvis, and he looks at you pleadingly, cheeks a blotchy pink. itâs cute, but not nearly convincing enough for you to stay much longer than half a minute. âcâmon, iâve got some stuff to finish up.â
begrudgingly, keigo lets you go and winces as you pull off of his cock. it flops lamely against his stomach, cum dribbling down the sides and adding to the creamy ring around the base. he sighs, unsurprised by your eagerness to depart â his thighs are cooling now that youâre no longer sitting on top of them.
âthat was good,â you say, voice layered with praise as you stand on the tips of your toes and peck an appreciative kiss to his cheek, âletâs get started on sorting papers, shall we?â
youâre already across the room before he can grab your waist and show you what a real kiss feels like, slipping through his fingers like fine grains of sand each and every time.Â
â â
rules are the stitches in the seams of anything, always there to hold things tightly in place. itâs natural to break a few every now and then, but what if there are some that should be broken? perhaps they tend to hold things back rather than securely in place.
âokinawaâs just beautiful,â keigo says wistfully, reminiscing about white sand beaches and the birdâs eye view of colorful tourist umbrellas dotting the shoreline from above. thereâs a small glitch in his memories that adds you to the scene in a bikini, sunbathing on a towel while he convinces you to come swim in the water with him. he hears himself say something impulsive, but he doesnât regret it. âmaybe we can go on a trip there together. iâll fly us.â
you stir your drink with a straw, watching the alcohol whirl around ice. âah, i think we should build up to that, keigo. youâre forgetting that iâve never flown around that far with you before.â
âwe could always change that,â he replies, voice suave. ânighttime is the best time to fly.â
âsomeday i might just take you up on it,â a laugh spills out of your mouth after a gulp of sweetened tequila, and keigoâs face softens. one of the things he loves most about you is the fact that youâre not afraid to be yourself around him, never once hiding a smile or laugh. âanyway, is there anywhere you havenât traveled?â
âhmm, let me think,â he raises his fingers to his chin and ponders momentarily, although the answer had come to him the moment youâd started to ask the question. âwell, thereâs your house.â
you shake your head, nudging his wrist with your own. ânoooo, iâm talking about other countries and cities. havenât you flown out of japan?âÂ
âonly to okinawa,â he supplies, wings twitching anxiously. whenever he brings up your home in the city or worse, him going to it, you always clam up or push him away. granted, it was a boundary line youâd marked in the sand when youâd gotten into this reciprocal relationship all those months ago. escapades have taken place everywhere but your homeâhe could count on one hand the amount of times heâd mentioned doing it at your place, only to end up on a random rooftop or in an empty alleyway. ever the quick learner, keigo learned not to bring it up. but now, when heâs considering all the variables involved when it comes to confessing to you, he canât help but feel that itâs necessary to see your house at least once.
sweat rolls down his spine and he unconsciously tugs at his fitted shirt, feeling the heatwaves brought on from both the liquor and the crowded atmosphere of the bar. thereâs so many people walking behind the two of you, so much noise, so many bodies all in one space â he feels a little trapped.
âiâve never been,â you say, derailing his train of thought as you drain your third drink of the night and then flag down the bartender for another. âitâs supposed to be a great vacation spot, though.â
he wipes away the sweat from his forehead with his arm and finishes his drink before nodding your way, wings fidgeting behind him. âit really is, dovey. you wanna take off after another drink or two?â
two glasses slide on the counter, the sides dripping with condensation and cold to the touch. itâs nice to feel in his hands, and he feels his nerves calming after a few long sips. âsounds good,â you answer, feeling hot yourself. the edges of everything in the room seem to blur, thanks to the halos circling the dim bar lights. âyou might have to carry me out of here, though.â
âoh, i donât mind,â keigo answers with a smirk that you can hear in his voice before looking up at him, âbut only if you promise youâll hold on tightly.â
âyes, keigo,â you drawl, scooting your barstool a few inches closer to him. he follows your shameless eyes, tracing your weighted stare to the small gold chain around his neck. it makes a tinkling sound when keigo loops a finger beneath it, hazy eyes meeting your own.
âcanât stop staring, can you?â
you automatically roll your eyes and look away, although your heart starts to race with anticipation. it should be an innocent question, but keigoâs words roll off his tongue in a way that is loaded with his unique charm and flirtatiousness. in a matter of seconds, youâre overthinking the question and the certain innuendo behind it; your breaths come in shallow pants that are just barely audible, and a finger slips beneath your chin to tip your head up.Â
keigo leans in, lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. âgettinâ all worked up and i havenât even touched you? thatâs a first for you, baby.â
just stop it, you think, yet youâre unable to turn away. damn, heâs got you right where he wants you, and he knows it â keigo shoots you a knowing smile when he notices your thighs unconsciously squeeze together. itâs so hot in this bar, and it only grows hotter in his presence; an uncontrollable shiver races up your spine and you shakily reach for your drink. âstop it, kei.â
your words are shaky, and his wings twitch triumphantly behind him, feathers slightly puffing up. the dewy glass slips right out of your hand and splashes all over your blouse, sticky tequila soaking all the way through to your bra and dampening your chest. keigo stifles a snicker and plucks the glass out of your lap, a little bit of liquid still sloshing around inside it.
âthatâthat was your fault,â you drop a loose ice cube into the remains of your drink and glare at him angrily as he dabs a handful of napkins against your chest, unabashedly looking over the shrinking fabric. now that itâs all wet, it clings to every inch of your chest and emphasizes the outline of your tits.
âoh, but i wasnât holding the drink,â keigo clicks his tongue and sends you a wink, sweat shining on his forehead.Â
âsomeone has to foot the bill,â you grouse, sourly blaming him for your now stained blouse and sticky chest. then, it hits youâneither of you are drunk enough to leave the bar. after flagging down the bartender and requesting six shots, you look at keigo competitively. âlisten up. whoever finishes the shots first wins and doesnât have to pay.â
âreally, a drinking challenge?â keigo grumbles, knowing you have a better chance of winning. normally, he wouldnât mind paying for you, but youâve challenged him and might risk covering the bill youâve both racked up. his head is fuzzy, but one thought is clear: he wonât let you.
âyes, really,â you shoot back, nose crinkling at the smell of the liquor all on its own in the shot glasses. itâs not sweet and thereâs no chaser, but youâre determined to fight your gag reflex as it goes down. âready?â
âiâm ready,â keigo sighs, lifting a shot glass.Â
it ends faster than the alcohol was poured. youâre proud to have won, and keigo doesnât let on the fact that he assisted you. despite the liquid fire burning your throat, youâre happyâtoo happy; this is the most drunk that keigo has ever seen you, and heâs in the same boat as you, looking for the oars.
he nearly forgets his card when he struggles to his feet and walks out of the bar with you, right into the not-so-dark nighttime of the city. all of the streetlights are fuzzy and the sounds of racing cars are muffled; this is a different area of the city and it takes a moment for you to register where you are in relation to keigoâs apartment.
âdovey,â he says, cheeks flushed a bright red, âdo you wanna go to my place?â
strong, possessive hands find your waist and pull you close, pressing your damp chest against his. those gold eyes of his search your face carefully, as if heâs taking in your features and committing them to memory or looking for something heâs intent on finding.Â
your hand settles on his cheek and you pull him forward for a kiss on the busy street, not caring about who sees or writes about it. youâre in your own world, thinking of nothing but keigo and his plush, yearning mouthâheâs got the sense to pull away before it goes further, vaguely gesturing for you to turn around. when you oblige, he wraps his arms around you and under your own, holding you securely against his chest.
âiâll treat you to a little night flight.â
vermilion wings beat the air powerfully, kicking up dust and litter along the sidewalk as keigo lifts you off the ground and into the sky. youâre shocked and speechless as you look over the city from above, thousands of buildings endlessly illuminated with light and color from the entertainment district. âitâs beautiful up here,â you breathe, feeling a little less drunk now that chill air washes over your face and cools you down. âwhy didnât you invite me up here sooner?â
keigo laughs, riding on the wind and becoming one with it. âi did, you just never took me up on it. as to why, i donât know.â
everythingâs so much clearer from up here. the view is impeccable, and the air is fresh, free of the different scents of the city â exhaust fumes, restaurants, cigarettes, the occasional incense store. youâre shivering, a little too cold from the breeze blowing through your damp blouse, but being pressed against keigoâs warm chest makes it more bearable. something prods at the back of your drunken mind, a thought youâve pushed away each time it arrives.
keigo thinks heâs slick. he thinks you donât notice his lingering gazes, the odd way he tries to snuggle up to you every time you finish having sex, or the acute tenderness written all over his face every now and then when heâs talking to you.
but you do. you notice it, each and every timeâin fact, you know exactly what all of this behavior stems from, but you choose to ignore it. clearly, keigo is in love with you. itâs evident in his actions and body language, yet he hasnât actually said anything. itâs so damn easy to notice and understand because you feel the same, youâre just better at hiding it. something about the idea of a relationship with the no. 2 pro hero of japan is daunting â not only because youâre his agent or youâll constantly have to face the public, but because thereâs a possibility that transitioning into something more from being friends with benefits may be too dramatic of a change.Â
âoh, fuck,â keigo groans, getting lost in the myriad of lights and buildings below. he doesnât know where the hell his apartment is and isnât sure if he has the time to fly around for a half hour looking for it.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask worriedly, suddenly aware of the fact that your legs are dangling in the air. in order to preserve his pride and sensitive ego, you donât bring up anything about him dropping you, but your body tenses.
âitâs the shots,â he grouses, speaking quickly, âtheyâre gonna come back up.â
âwhereâs your apartment?â
âi donât know,â keigo answers, and now you can hear him starting to gag as he forces the contents of his stomach back down. âi canât keep flying around much longer . . sorry to cut this little flight short, baby.â
âitâs okay, just donât get sick,â you reassure him slowly, trying to pinpoint your own apartment. surprisingly, the building is a minute or two away from you, if he flies fast enough. âkeigo, weâll head to my place. see that dark building right there, near the red billboard?â
he nods, and the waves of nausea evaporate instantly. after months, heâs finally going to see your apartmentâheâs now leagues closer to successfully confessing his feelings to you. keigoâs heavy wings slice through the sky as he hurdles toward your apartment; while the speed is steady, the course is not. from below, people watch as something wobbles through the sky, shifting awkwardly from side to side in a way that isnât at all graceful . . or intimidating.
you assume he really has to throw up, when itâs quite the opposite. âk-keigo, see that balcony with the potted plants? thereâs only one pot of flowers.â
âis that yours?â he asks, struggling to control how giddy he is. âi see it.â
â â
with the solid, familiar ground of the balcony beneath your feet, things around you are a little steadier. still, the alcohol buzzes persistently in your head and makes you giggle over nothing. itâs warmer now that youâre out of the sky, standing close to keigo and surrounded by all of your potted plants. a pleasant tingling sensation courses through your limbs as your body wobbles, adjusting to being out of the air and the new thoughts that rush into your head.
everythingâs still a little fuzzy at the edges, a reminder of your tipsiness and disorientation. keigo wraps a supportive arm around your waist when you nearly stumble to the ground, quietly giggling at your own actions and sighing contentedly in his grip. thereâs a beat of silence as your body meshes into his, the kind that settles between two people whoâve just shared a long day, and it feels so natural that your mind absently drifts to two pairs of shoes beside one another and two cups of coffee in the morningsâperhaps you didnât notice the routine youâve slipped into, one so innate that it makes everything else feel a little less important.
âhey, did i mention how sexy you are when youâre drunk, dovey?â keigo hiccups, wings quivering as he leans on you for some support, struggling to balance just like you are. his knuckles nudge into your side gently, grin widening as if heâs waiting for a reaction from you. the playful edge to his voice falters momentarily, and you exhale through your nose, shaking your head in disbelief.
âugh, you mustâve had much more than i thought,â you laugh, kicking the doormat up and retrieving the brass key from beneath it to unlock the door. itâs dark out here on the porch and the same inside, leading you to awkwardly jam the key into the lock.
âyou always blow me off,â he sighs ruefully, smile dropping as he notices you using the key upside down. âwhat, do i embarrass you or something?â
âi-itâs not that,â you breathe, tensing the moment his chest presses against your back and his hand envelops yours to help you with the key. goosebumps rise on the tender flesh of your arms first, then all over your chest, beneath your damp blouse. you recover once the lock gives, sliding the heavy glass door open and catching your breath. âkei, youâve always got something to say to me.â
âis this that glass bird i gave you all those months ago?âÂ
a nervous laugh rushes past your lips and you nod, hand falling away from the light switch. âyeah, i thought it looked nice up there. itâs pretty.â
âwow, baby,â he gingerly puts the figurine back in its place, elated by the possible significance that this little glass bird holds. âif iâd known you liked it that much, i wouldâve showered you in gifts.â
in the middle of unbuttoning your blouse, you trip over your own foot, and keigo, ever the hero, catches you as gently as he did the figurine. his fingers splay across your bare side and you blink up at him, faced with another small gap thatâs dying to be closed. âi know what i want as a gift,â you utter, voice low and sultry. the words seem to hang in the air like more of a promise than a request.
keigo can smell the liquor on your breath and the temptation that accompanies itâwithout a second thought, his lips are on yours and heâs pushing forward with alcohol buzzing in his veins. heâs so full of hope, believing the best over what heâs considered a sign of something more; it feels so right to kiss you like this, with his hands spanning your bare waist and tugging gently at your waistband. it doesnât quite occur to him that he is inebriated and therefore may not be thinking as sharply as he would if he were sober in this situation.Â
you shove forward, pushing him hard into a wall and nipping at his lips hungrily. despite being a little bothered by him being in your apartment, you canât say youâre not interested in fucking on your own bed for once. a shaky gasp leaves you when you pull away for breath, stomach fluttering delightedly at the hardness of his cock pressing into your thigh.
his breath hitches in his throat, hazy mind racing a thousand miles an hour. the question leaves his lips with more urgency than intended. âiâshit, you really want me to take you right here?â
âin the hallway?â you laugh, astonished. âiâd much prefer my bed, itâs easier for you to fuck me as hard as you want.â
desire and lust conducts your actions, has you dropping your blouse to the floor and unclasping your bra next. each article of clothing falls to the floor in a heap, forming a trail leading to the bedroom door. keigo follows your lead, wings jittering with anticipation as he crosses the threshold. billowy curtains blow up and around the window, lifted by the night breeze, and your room is dark, the details barely visible: keigo notices the many pillows on your bed (so thatâs why you were on his ass about buying more than just one) and the full length mirror off to the side.
keigo stops to glance at his reflection in the mirror, fraught with the sculpted curves of muscleâeach line a testament to years of hard work and dedication. dark hickeys litter his tanned skin, all left behind from the heat of many moments. momentarily, his eyes shift from the glass to you, perched on the bed and waiting for him. his fingers subconsciously graze over one of the marks, just as he recalls one of your rules, a line that had been drawn in the sand early onâno marks, nowhere near your neck or anywhere at all, even if people couldnât see them.Â
itâs a curious little thing, isnât it? you clearly have no qualms about marking up his body, but you never let him give you some in returnâhe hasnât voiced it, not yet. he exhales softly, feeling the ache between his legs flare once you call his name expectantly. itâs like a switch flips, causing his mind to sharpen and his pulse to quicken when he steps toward you.
bathed in opalescent moonlight, you sit back against your makeshift throne of pillows, eyes raking over him shamelessly, as if youâre looking for something else to sink your teeth into. vermilion feathers puff up and shake themselves out as the bed dips beneath his weight. âcome here,â he beckons you lowly, with every intention of making you his. âyouâre mine, arenât you?â
now mussed with abundant wrinkles, the bedspread shifts beneath your bodies as keigo slots himself on top of you and hastily kisses down your neck, lightly nipping at the tender skin, just enough to elicit soft moans from you. doubt melts into desire, lacing his ministrations with something more urgent. for six months, keigo has never seen or left a single mark on you, and tonight, thatâs about to changeâyouâve already broken the biggest rule you had by bringing him to your apartment, so how much further could this go?Â
âyeah, âm all yours,â you whine, back arching off the bed when he bites at the soft skin of your tits, tongue lapping away the sticky tequila you spilled earlier. itâs so differentâhe canât believe he went this long without making any objections.Â
things are heating up fast, and that haziness from the liquor creeps up on both of you, blurring your thoughts just enough. his hips chase yours into the bed, and he eagerly grinds his hardened cock against your thighs, all over them. your voice cracks slightly when you try to moan his name, impatient as always. but keigo decides to take his time with you, kissing and biting longer than usualâheâs in no rush, not yet.
itâs intoxicating in every way possible, causing your body to swelter and thrash beneath his own. keigoâs moving fast, delighting in your pleasure and drinking in every reaction unapologetically. fuck, to think youâd denied him and yourself for so longâhe should make it up to you somehow, shouldnât he?
âdovey,â he pants, fingers slipping under the fabric of the panties appreciatively, âyou wore my favorites?â
crimson fabric adorns your waistline, threaded with soft lace. for lingerie, itâs pretty comfortable: it doesnât floss your asshole like a thong or g-string does, something youâd told keigo when you tried it on in the dressing room. he knew heâd be buying it the moment you stepped out with a bright smile on your face. seeing it on you now is surreal, and he nearly creams his boxers at the sight of it, wings conveying his thoughts for him through a tremble.
your hips rise up and off the bed so he can pull away the last bit of fabric that covers your body. âyeah, but it doesnât matter now,â you titter cheekily, shockwaves of arousal shooting straight between your thighs.
unceremoniously, your legs are thrown open and keigoâs wings flutter in amusement, always the first thing to react to whatever you have to say. âit matters to them,â keigo comments, jerking a thumb back to point at his pesky wings, âfair warning, this place might be a mess by the end of this.â
âso long as you help me deal with it tomorrow, i donât mind,â your fingers swipe his cooling spit off your chest, and youâre a little startled as you press at a fresh hickey. itâs sticky, skin now sensitive and tingling in a way thatâs just right.
fierce as always, keigo doesnât waste any time diving between your legs, eager to fuck but even more so to eat your pussy. glistening strings of slick stick to the tender skin of your inner thighs, connecting them to each other thinly until he licks it away. âmmm, dovey,â he moans adoringly, and your pulse quickens, âtaste so goddamn sweet.â
keigoâs a proud pussy eater, the filthiest and best youâve ever met. he could be gasping for air with his face covered in your cum and yet, heâd still have something utterly nasty to say. unapologetically nose deep, he slurps loudly at your soaking cunt and pins your antsy legs down over his shoulders.Â
ângh, keigo,â you thrash forward, thighs squeezing his head like a vice while your hips uncontrollably buck into his face. âplease donât stop, donât fucking stopââ
âkeep squirming around like that and i will,â he grunts, one hand pressing you down into the bed while the other pushes between your thighs. those tenacious gold eyes of his are hooded now, gleaming rapturously as he devours everything you have to give him like heâs been starving. loud, sloppy slurps soon fill the room, falling into cadence with your whiny moans; scarlet feathers ruffle in response to his most favorite sounds, and his hips rut carelessly into the mattress, desperately seeking friction.
your head falls back into the downy pillows, jaw dropping slackly as you unsteadily sneak a hand down to your clit, fingers seeking to rub a lustful itch away. keigoâs fingers wrap around your wrist and snatch it away from your pussy, instead guiding your hand to his head in a show of acquiescence.Â
âdonât go doing that,â he groans, pulling up for air and pressing a thumb to your swollen clit hard enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull, âuse your words instead, dovey.â
you weakly nod his way, and a sudden, swift slap is delivered right to your clit, the force behind it causing you to see stars. a twisted yelp tears from your throat, and youâre doe eyed when you tearfully glance down at him, chest rising and falling rapidly.
âgotta work on using your words, baby,â keigo coos, thumbing away a stray tear from your cheek. âjusâ trying to make you understand that i need you to tell me what you want.â
thereâs a dark edge to his voice that makes the apologetic tone heâs taken on seem ingenuine, almost a little mocking. and yet, you let out a sweet moan, leaning into his touch with a hushed, âyeah, kei. i understand.â
still reeling from the tingling impact of the pussy slap, you guide his head back down between your legs and unsteadily grind into his mouth. he greedily drinks you in, smacking his lips like he canât get enough of your honeyed taste, and unconsciously pulling you closer. his fingers rub tight circles into your throbbing clit, occasionally pinching the bud to elicit a scream or two before letting go.
keigo had always been taught not to play with his foodâbut when sheâs quaking against his face and sobbing out his name over and over, he just canât help himself. heâs had a perpetual mean streak that heâs only ever unleashed during sex with you, taking an overwhelming satisfaction in fucking you dumb and then teasing you about it. he notices the way your thighs tense at either side of his head, the way your head falls back whenever he tenses his tongue.
your clammy fingers claw through blonde curls, saccharine moans spilling from your lips with each ravenous push of his tongue through your folds. itâs a push and pull rhythm that is nothing less than addictive, dragging out the air from your lungs and leaving you utterly breathless.Â
âg-god, keigo,â you keen loudly, shoving him down without any regard for his ability to breathe, âneed you toâi need you to fuck me with your tongue.â
he groans in response, shamelessly humping the bed now that the ache between his legs has become too prominent to ignore. it flares dangerously every time you say his name or look at him with that blissed out expression written all over your face . . fuck, now youâre telling him exactly what you want and pushing him around, something heâs always enjoyed. his tongue slips into your awaiting cunt and pushes deep, tasting even more of you once he finds that puffy, spongy spot inside of you that makes you clench up every damn time.Â
your breaths come in rushed, frantic gasps that soften each word. âfuuuck, right thereâyeah, t-thatâs it,â your voice shakes involuntarily, tight with inevitable euphoria. âkei, youâre gonna make me cum, hahââm real close, donât stop, donât stop.â
you chant those last words religiously, and keigoâs offended that youâre thinking heâd ever want to. âon my fuckinâ tongue,â he half groans, half begs, not sure if you even hear him at all.
keigo doesnât dare to stop until you finally come undone on his tongue, shuddering uncontrollably as he licks you through your high, nearly passing out from a severe lack of oxygen. youâve got him in a beautiful leglock that he regrets breaking out of, but seeing the dazed, drunken look on your face when he comes up erases the thought from his mind. the entire half of his lower face is covered in your cum, and heat floods your face when his pink tongue darts out to clean up his lips, all while holding your lidded gaze.
a few sanguine feathers float around your face, falling from the air like snowflakes and lightly settling on the bed like rose petals. it seems to make the moment warmer, more romantic as if this is your first time with himâin hindsight, it wouldâve been nicer to christen the relationship with a bed of rose petals and scented candles scattered around the room. instead, it was something that happened fast and right after conversations about ex partners.
you pout at him as he positions himself on top of you once again, pressing a wet kiss to your mouth. instinctively, you lick away the mixture of spit and slick he leaves on your lips, tasting yourself on your tongue momentarily. itâs bittersweet and a little syrupy . . maybe he really isnât lying about you tasting like candy. your thoughts fade away when you catch a glimpse of his vibrant wings â youâve always seen them, but not like this. this time, youâre up close to them, so close you can see the downy barbs and delicate vanes of each individual feather.
âare your wings . . sensitive?â you ask curiously, voice carrying the barest note of reverence as your hand tentatively inches over his shoulder. after each and every covert tryst of yours, youâve seen keigo smooth out the feathers or greet you in the morning with stimulating news of his freshly scrubbed wings. but thisâtouching themâfeels like crossing an unspoken threshold.
keigo doesnât answer, his breath catching in his throat. heâd been in the middle of dazedly tugging his boxers down his body when youâd just dropped a miniature bomb on him. this is the first time that heâs been this astonished, features mellowing profoundly. soon, he finds his voice and uses it, words intertwined with an unexpected tenderness: â . . itâs alright. theyâre just a little sensitive, heh. nobodyâs ever touched them before.â
as if they understand youâre talking about them, his wings shift toward your fingers, obviously inviting you to touch them. this is certainly new â for the first time, his defiant wings are actually yearning to be touched, even though they get a little choosy when itâs him whoâs brushing his hands through the feathers. gingerly, you reach forward and your hand disappears into the mussed feathers, fingertips brushing lightly against the sensitive skin beneath. the apex of his wings is abundant with small, downy feathers that quiver at your touch.
his eyelids flutter shut and he emits a shy moan, swallowing a sudden heart-shaped lump in his throat. courage swells in your chest and you push further, awed by the all-encompassing softness that meets your fingers. youâd expected them to be coarse, rough from years of flying and smelling earthy or musky. the faint scent of mango wafts through the air, stirring up a sense of familiarity and comfort in your chest, reminding you of all the times heâd protectively wrap his wings around your body as if to steady you.Â
âthey feel so nice,â you murmur, feeling his cock throb against your thigh. it draws you back into the moment, where youâre naked beneath him with anticipatory legs sprawled open. âso . . soft.â
keigoâs buzzing when you experimentally stroke your fingers through the thin feathers, an intimate form of worship that is only understood between the two of you. âyou, ah, didnât expect them to be?â
a wind created by his flapping wings kick up your curtains and make the metal rings clatter on the bar theyâre hanging on. âi thought theyâd be a little rougher,â you purr, voice smooth and sultry as your legs lift, locking tightly around his waist. his v-line is visibly sharp and hard to the touch like cut marble against the pillowy skin of your thighs, muscles flexing as he guides his cock to your soaked pussy.Â
âiâll show you rough, dovey,â keigo huffs, smearing his cock with your slick and pulling your legs away from his sides. heâs going to fuck you up, and he canât do it properly in this positionâyour feet are thrown haphazardly over his shoulders, thighs folded tightly against your chest. heâs painfully hard, leaking sticky precum all over and trembling by the time he pushes the tip of his cock between your folds. your response is immediate; an eager moan slips out of your mouth, hips bucking impatiently onto his cock.
âdamn, baby,â his chest heaves tirelessly, skin flushed pink and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, âyouâre ready fâme, arenât you?â
you look up at him with dewy eyes, electricity shooting through your every nerve. âi-if i was made forâahâanything, it was taking your cock.â
god, you canât just say shit like that and cluelessly think he wonât actually fall in love with youâhe was only asking for a simple âyesâ, but now heâs got hearts in his eyes as he finally pushes inside you, swallowing down the sudden urge to blow his load this fast. pulsating, gummy walls wrap around him and seem to suck him deeper without him even moving; he weakly presses his head into your shoulder, gasping frantically as he tries to adjust to the grip youâve got on him.
âf-fuckkk,â he stutters out, regaining his cool composure after a moment despite the room feeling like a sauna, âiâm gonna hold you to that, you better not forget it.â
heâs relentless, going from zero to sixty in a second with no thoughts of slowing down â heâs jackhammering his hips, curved cock ramming right into your sweet spot and french kissing your cervix. youâre dripping wet, slick pouring down your ass and making each thrust slip ân slide all the more smoothly; the bed creaks ceaselessly beneath the weight of your bodies, groaning so loudly it occurs to you that it might just break. but that isnât even a problem, not with keigo, whoâd drop a ton of money on something you could just express the slightest bit of interest in.
âh-holy fuck, keigo,â you gasp out, back arching off the bed, âi couldâoh my god, i could cum just from this.â
âyeah, dovey?â he grins, voice tight as he quite literally plunges deeper into heaven. âjusâ from my cock?â
sweat beads on your forehead, making your body swelter with endless steam that seems to vaporize any inhibitions you still had after all the drinks. ânghh, w-wait, âm gonna cumââ
âwait?â keigo practically barks out a laugh, shaking his head ruefully at you, âthereâs no waiting. i want you to cum right on my cock ân iâll fuck you through it, dovey.âÂ
you nod with mascara infused tears streaming down your face, legs quaking uncontrollably. everything seems to happen at once â a twinge of pain takes root in the backs of your thighs just as the built-up tension inside you snaps into thousands of sparks, finally igniting your long awaited orgasm.
keigo forces himself to keep his eyes open despite the fact that heâs risking an early orgasm, balls clenching at the sight of you: your lips form an o shape as euphoria washes over you, making your body quiver frenetically. he swallows dryly, closely rocking his hips against yours so you donât push him out.Â
âkei,â is the first thing you sob out when you recover, struggling to catch your breath with every thrust fucking the air out of your lungs. youâre sensitive all over, skin prickling with heat that doesnât cool even with his wings creating a draft.Â
heâs straining tight at the seams, heart pounding in his ears as he thinks of nothing but you.
you, you, you.
with your sweet, glossy-lipped smile in the mornings and the voice of a vixen when you innocently call his name. youâre nothing less than beautiful beneath him, clawing at his shoulders and staring up at him with those glazed over, blissed out eyes while your body molds against his. itâs a shape he knows well, one heâs pictured in his head when heâs all alone, one heâs been dreaming about whenever his eyes close.
his breath catches in his throat. âhaah, fuckâdovey, i canât hold it anymore.â
âright fuckinâ there,â your voice cracks into a squeal, âmhm, jusâ cum inside me.â
âyou mean it?â keigo asks dumbly, nearly melting at the wild look you throw him in response.
âyeah, keiâshit, âm gonna cum again,â the words rush past your lips, urgent as ever and spurring him on to keep going, âi want you toâi need you to fill me up.â
something sweet flashes behind his gold eyes and he tucks his face into your shoulder, breath coming in frantic pants while he gasps your name. youâre practically in your own world, moaning loudly and dragging his slim hips closer to your own. when his cock starts to twitch deep inside you, the heel of your palm digs into his lower back, forcing his tip right against your cervix. heâs burning hot, utterly lost in you with no way of finding his way out â cum spurts from his cock and the spasms wrack his body, each stripping away a layer of him until heâs left with only his heart in his hands.Â
âi fucking love you,â it rushes out and he doesnât regret it for a second, âgod, baby. i love you so much.â
your eyes roll back as your body surrenders to the toe-curling sensation of your third orgasm of the night, euphoria hitting you from all directions and rendering you clinically cock drunk. you muster just enough strength to wipe the salty tears away from your eyes, teeth chattering just the slightest bit as you drag in a gasping breath.Â
after a moment, you yawn, stretching out your folded body and nudging at his chest to get him to lay down beside you. âooh, that was great, kei. thereâs no fucking way iâm walking tomorrow.â
coming down is the hardest part.
keigoâs shaken to his core by your flippant response to his confession, but most of all, heâs deeply embarrassed to have said somethingâno, to have thought something this stupid. finally, heâs getting a taste of karma from all of his failed relationships; he wishes that he could allow himself enough pity to ask the abyss of the universe what he did to deserve this. the heat that had once been sexy dissipates immediately, leaving him as cold as a corpse. he rolls over to the side, letting go of you and staring up at the ceiling, laying on top of wings that donât even have enough life to twitch. pathetic tears prick at the corners of his marked eyes, and for the first time, heâs happy that the lights are off.
âkeigo? did you hear me?â
âsorry, i didnât. what was it you were saying?â he drags a forearm across his sweaty forehead, overlooking the tender inflection in your voice.
âi just . . i donât know. that was really good,â he may not hear it, but you do. quickly, you clear your throat and tug up the blankets, inviting him to crawl underneath with you. âgoodnight, kei.â
he should bite his tongue, but he doesnât; this is the last time. âgoodnight, dovey.â
â â
after tossing and turning the whole night, keigo finally decides to end the torture at 5:20 am the next morning. itâs still dark out, and he figures that he can easily slip away under the cover of night. heâs got a mild hangover, but it wonât impair him, not when heâs determined to keep it together until he gets back home.
soberly, he absorbs his surroundings and recalls the memories that have been plaguing him for hours. his body tenses, thick cords of muscle pulling taut as if heâs bracing against the impact of a punch, and like it has countless times before, the scene replays in his head again. his emotional, devoted admission of love was something youâd completely ignoredâagain and again, youâve only ever shown an interest in his body.
in his chest, he feels his heart clench horribly as he looks over your sleeping form. youâre curled up in yourself under the warm blankets, turned toward him with a serene look on your face that makes it all the more difficult to slip out from under the sheets and into the cold. like a cat, he silently pads into the hallway and collects his clothes as if he was never there. heâs inches away from the back door heâd been so excited to step through last night when he stops in his tracks, head hanging lowly as pangs of guilt hit him like fists. itâs not right to just leave you like this, not without making an effort to say some kind of goodbye.
keigo hesitates in the hallway, feet seemingly glued to the floor. all he can hear are loud alarm bellsâevery instinct is begging him to leave, to spare himself the imminent heartbreak of going back in that room to see you. against his better judgment, he eventually tiptoes into your room with every intention of giving you one final kiss. at your bedside, he bends forward and presses his lips to your forehead; the kiss is entirely chaste, the brief touch carrying a blend of quiet grief and the tenderness of a love that was bound to fall through.
like most things in his life, this kiss doesnât go as planned. thereâs a momentary flash of blue and whiteâheâs managed to give you a strong, accidental static shock with an innocent kiss at 5:22 in the morning. you blearily wake up, squinting up at him in confusion and making out the high collar of his hero jacket.
âgood morning, keigo,â you stretch under the blankets and reach for his hand, âwhatâwhat time is it?â
âitâs early,â he answers unsurely, sitting down on the foot of the bed. his wings droop, vermilion plumes seemingly inanimate. âyâknow what, donât worry about it. go back to sleep, baby.â
âbut whereâre you going?â you sit up abruptly, eyes narrowing at his fully clothed body. a glance over the edge of the bed reveals that heâs even got his boots on!Â
âiâve got patrol, silly,â keigo picks the easiest excuse out of an array of choices, and you sniff it out immediately. âiâm a hero, remember?â silence hangs in the air for a moment before you slowly speak up, sounding more confused than anything else. âbut saturdays and sundays are your off days.â
keigo pauses, tongue sliding over his teeth as he contemplates what to say now that heâs been caught in his lie. like an idiot, heâs managed to trap himself. you scoff, cognitive functions coming to back to life as the final vestiges of sleep fade away into the ruined morning. did he actually expect you to wake up naked and hungover, all by yourself?
âokay, you caught me. iâve got some stuff to deal with.â
âthis early? câmon, whyâre you in such a rush?â
ultimately, itâs best for the both of you if he pulls away.
keigoâs usual smile drops and he sighs, âiâve got shit to do, okay?â
itâs this early in the morning, and your blood pressure is already spiking in a way that is most undesirable. âare you fucking kidding me, keigo?â
the way you say his name so angrily, so accusinglyâit fucking irks him, causing the corners of his lips to pull downwards into a scowl. heâs not really angry at you, heâs angry at himself for causing this dilemma to begin with, but you donât know that. how could you really know anything about him aside from the way he likes to fuck?
âwhy are you getting so damn pissy? iâm going to leave whether you want me to or not, okay?â
stark naked, you exit the safety of the bed and make a beeline to your dresser, where you yank open drawers in search of clothes. keigo stands, watching longingly as you pull on some panties and a bra.
âiâm getting pissy because you wanted to take off so i could wake up naked and alone! you didnât even say goodbye.â
âi was trying to,â keigo argues back, jumping to his feet, âbut you were the one who ruined that for yourself, didnât you?â
âa kiss isnât enough!â you snap, now covered in a loose t shirt and pajama shorts. âcouldnât you have just waited a few hours? maybe then you couldâve told me why you were leaving.â
âwhat the hell? so youâre saying i need a reason to go back to my own house?â
âi donât see why you think you can lie to me!â your voice raises furiously, words sharp as daggers, âiâm not just your agent, keigo. i know you, i care about you! donât you get that?â
itâs quickly evolved into a dangerous game of catch, the pressure to be the one to drop the ball growing heavier atop his shoulders with each passing moment. painfully, a vein in his forehead pulses from the headache brought on by the hangover and the memories that follow it. itâs been hours and he canât seem to shake away the pain that gnaws away at him. heâs so stupid.
âyeah, i know you are,â keigo grits out bitterly, âall i wanted to do was leave.â
âso abruptly?â you press him for answers, flicking on a small lamp so you can see him clearly. deep wrinkles span the entirety of each article of clothing that hangs on his body, but itâs the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes that makes him look unusually sloppy, getting you to pause as you take the sight of him in. concerned for his wellbeing, you soften, body relaxing. âwhatâkeigo, whatâs wrong?â
âitâs just the hangover,â he squints defensively, backing away and into a corner, âanyway, you got your goodbye, didnât you?â
your gentle, worried face falls away. it hurts more than any injury heâs ever gotten, but he has to keep the walls up to protect himself from the pain even though guilt slips in through the cracks like mustard gas. with a pinched sigh, keigo backs away from the wall, wings limply hanging behind him as he prepares to exit your bedroom with no intention of ever coming back.
heâs blindsiding you, lying to you out of nowhere and slipping through your fingers like steam, too elusive for his own good. without a second thought, you close the distance and grab firmly at his wrist, a gesture that wouldâve worked once. âi canât do this anymore,â he mutters without looking over his shoulder, snatching away from you as if heâs been burned. âi just . . i canât.â
âwhatâre youâwhat do you mean, keigo?â he looks out into the distance of the hallway, focusing on a specific floor tile and tracing its grooves so he doesnât have to see your face. just from your voice, he knows you must be absolutely crushed. for courage, he allows himself a steady inhale before stepping past the threshold and leaving you in the lurch.
âthis,â keigo turns, gesturing wildly and spitting out the words as if everything thatâs happened in this room is horribly filthy, âitâs bullshit, all of it. iâm done, got that?â
thereâs a beat of silence, and keigo stays a second too long.
âkeigo, youâre breaking my heart here.â
youâre probably referring to the sex, arenât you? surely youâre disappointed by the fact that youâll no longer be fucking the no. 2 hero, petting his wings and calling him by a name few are able to.
âoh, come on,â he looks over you sourly, shaking his head as his eyes span the entirety of your body, âyouâre pretty. youâll find yourself a new fuck buddy, itâs not that big of a deal.â
immediately, he regrets saying it, feeling a rush of nausea in his stomachâhe doesnât want you with anyone else.
you blink back tears, his stare suddenly invasive and hurtful. âi donât want a new fuck buddy, i want you.â
âtough shit,â keigo grunts, wings drooping further down. the longest feathers now drag along the floor, picking up whatever there is to offer. âiâm done being friends with benefits.â
âi justâall this fucking time, iâve been wasting my time wanting to be with you,â the words tumble out of you bitterly, filling up the space between you with everything youâve ever wanted to say, and his ears prick, grasping at a possible implication beneath all of it, âgod, to think i was afraid we wouldnât be able to become something moreâall of this was a mistake.â
keigo pauses, heart pounding in his ears and possibly affecting his ability to hear. âyouâre . . in love with me?â
âi was,â the correction is swift and choked, reverberating straight to his core and making his body stiffen. it hurts more than anything to hear, carrying a horrible weight, the kind that makes him realize youâve given up on him.
âthen why didnât youâthat doesnât make any sense,â he gasps, the newfound information hitting him like a freight train, âif you were in love with me, why didnât youâhow couldnât you have said something?â
âwhatâre you talking about?â you hiss, harshly rubbing away the tears in your eyes with the back of your hand. keigoâs bewildered now, face devoid of anything but shock and some kind of adoration as he seems to process something inside his head.
he stares at you desperately, struggling for the right words, âfuck, dovey, why didnât you say anything last night?â
âdonât call me that,â you snap, the petname far too fond for a moment like this one, âwhy would i possibly have said something last night?â
keigo falters, and his voice cracks as the words rush out like a torrent. âi told you that iâgod, i fucking told you i loved you. didnât you hear me?âÂ
oh.
oh.
his heart squeezes painfully in his chest when the realization washes over your face, making him realize the gravity of this misunderstandingâyou didnât hear him.
wearily, you take a seat on the edge of the bed. he sees the way your spine curves forward, and bites down hard on his lower lip once the first sob slips out of you. in an instant, keigoâs beside you and pulling you into his arms, shaking all over. he doesnât know what to say, but his voice breaks with endless regret when he finally comes up with something. âiâm sorry, god, iâm so sorry,â tears race down his cheeks and into your hair as he murmurs despairingly, âi thought you didnât care, i didnât knowââ
thereâs nothing more to say.Â
keigo tries anyway, brokenly whispering apologies that fade into the air like smoke. his arms are tight around your body, holding you closely â itâs an unspoken promise to never let you go again. for the very first time, he truly melts into you without the walls in the way or the burden of hidden feelings. when you slowly relax against him and your sobs become quieter, something shifts in the air. vermilion wings, once held down by the weight of everything theyâve been carrying, finally come back to life. wings that have had no other purpose but to protect keigo now extend outwards to protect you too, soft feathers cradling you tenderly in the quiet of the morning. just over the horizon, the sun begins to rise, bathing the city in the light of dawn and new beginnings.
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â§ undercurrents | tetsuro kuroo x reader smau â§
after a painful breakup, you avoid real romance, resorting to harmless happy crushes. one of them was the popular volleyball player tooru oikawa; but unbeknownst to you, you got the attention of one of his best friends and fellow members instead - tetsuro kuroo.
tags: kuroo x fem!reader, univ au, friends to lovers, love triangle? pining !! but fluffy
warnings/notes: swearing, characters may be ooc, definitely grammatical errors and typos will be made. as always it won't follow the hq timeline. CRINGE. def will be cringe in some parts. despite how it sounds, there will be no bad blood between kuroo n oikawa bc i also don't want that ;p
Summary:Â You and Bakugou break up after a short stint of dating. Having been best friends, you try to return to the way things were only to realize that whatever this is is taking a greater toll on you than you thought it would.Â
âItâs a concerning feeling, but one you ignore in favor of pretending that nothing is wrong, in favor of imagining that whatever ache is in your chest is simply a figment of your overactive imagination. So each day starts the same, the same deep sigh and nearly painful roll out of bed before you immediately get dressed in hopes to feel just a little bit better.Â
Youâre slipping. You know you are. You can feel the fatigue creeping into your bones with each inconvenience, each minor thing that makes you feel like if this doesnât work out, nothing at all will. Itâs how you feel when you see them, Bakugou and his new girl.â
Content Warnings:Â Hurt/comfort, post-breakup, angst, descriptions of depression, mental health, feelings of worthlessness, jealousy, rumination, feelings of shame and embarrassment, self-depreciation, self-loathing, happy ending, recovery, slight depersonalization
Word Count: 7.9k
A/N: This fic is really personal to me since i used my own personal experiences with depression and stuff. itâs also my first time writing hurt/comfort so i hope i did it well. also⊠did u guys know im in love w bakugou katsuki? like i am. anyway⊠hereâs a new fic (finally).Â
Summary:Â Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?
Chapter Content Warnings:Â fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of
Word Count:Â 4.5k
A/N:Â yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.
Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps.Â
Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless.Â
He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so.Â
Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist.Â
He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder.Â
He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive.Â
"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in."Â
He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. Youâre exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away.Â
"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on."Â
You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude.Â
Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss.Â
The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly.Â
"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now.Â
Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that.Â
He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving.Â
"What?" he says, looking you up and down.Â
Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking.Â
"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-"Â
Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on?Â
"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white.Â
"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense.Â
"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?"Â
You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath.Â
"I'm not fucking around," he says.Â
"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know."Â
You trail off a little.Â
"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food."Â
"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for.Â
"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.
Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again.Â
"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder.Â
Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself.Â
He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you.Â
"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist.Â
You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal.Â
Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer.Â
Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up.Â
Katsukiâs eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier.Â
He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that youâre seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks youâre probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesnât have the mind to care about what sort of behavior heâs exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he werenât so fucking desperate for a little relief, heâd tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him.Â
The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair.Â
His cock jumps in his pants and heâs no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like heâs going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again.Â
Katsukiâs mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whinesâ high-pitched, desperate soundâas you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. Itâs a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk heâs been hit with take the lead.
His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties youâre wearing. Katsukiâs desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy.Â
He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. Itâs like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire.Â
The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch.Â
You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked Iâm sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him.Â
Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. Thereâs relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like heâs chasing something that he was desperately and itâs just out of his reach.Â
Youâre breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. Youâre at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused.Â
âWhat are you waiting for?â You breathe out, the first thing youâve said since he started touching you.Â
The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you.Â
âDonât wanna hurt you,â he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy.Â
Thereâs a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on.Â
âUse me,â you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt.Â
Katsukiâs hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.
âSay that again.âÂ
âUse me, Katsuki,â you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you.Â
You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until itâs just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter.Â
He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. Youâre looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where heâs hitting through choked moans.Â
Katsukiâs hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that heâs practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them.Â
Heâs aware of just how rough heâs being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he canât stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs.Â
You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out.Â
His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy.Â
Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders.Â
âKa-â you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. âWait, Katsuki, wait! Iâm gonna-âÂ
You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you.Â
âDo it,â he seethes, âjust fuckinâ do it.âÂ
The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side.Â
Katsukiâs voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. Heâs already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely?Â
Katsukiâs hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours.Â
âYou know what?â He says, not really sure whatâs going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he canât think straight. âIâve wanted to do this forever. Iâve wanted to fuck you for so- long-âÂ
He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he canât seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge.Â
âThose fuckinâ pencil skirts,â he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. âThe way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like youâre begginâ for it.âÂ
Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow.Â
âAnd then you show up here,â he groans, not even sure of what heâs really saying. âBlouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. Iâm gonna fuck your lights out. âTill you canât even think about fuckinâ anyone else.âÂ
He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours.Â
âThis is gânna make you mine, right?âÂ
You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you.Â
Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep heâs hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsukiâs hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better.Â
His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesnât even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust.Â
You try to choke out the word âagainâ and he feels like he knows whatâs coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time.Â
This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line.Â
The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. Youâre moaning, though maybe itâs more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way.Â
Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give.Â
His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes.Â
Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression.Â
You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you.Â
You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like heâs assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top.Â
He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You donât really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess heâs made.Â
âFuck,â he says. âIâm sorry, this isnât how-âÂ
âHow you wanted this to go?â You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up.Â
Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest.Â
âNo, itâs not,â he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you.Â
You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed.Â
âYouâve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?â You tease lightly.
âI got hit with some assholeâs fuckinâ quirk and-â he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door.Â
âIt was good though,â you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.
Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because heâs upset, but because heâs currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward.Â
âYouâre into that shit?â He says, a bit incredulously.Â
summary: A production assistant for an erotic arts studio, you think you've seen every ridiculous plot line under the sun. But not even porn tropes can compare to the absurd reality you find yourself in when the on-screen talent drops out, and you're asked to fill in opposite the studio's number one star Bakugou Katsuki.Â
contents: The classic oh-no-the-porn-talent-has-gone-missing-let's-sub-a-rando-in trope, no quirks au, pornstar Bakugou, soft dom Bakugou, gn + afab reader, unrequited-requited crush, slight bondage, descriptions of afab genitalia, nipple sucking, cunnilingus, piv sex, pet names used: angel and sweetheart, porn with surprise feelings, 18+, 8.2k words
notes: This is my Bakugou x Reader commitment for @ficsforgaza, and I am sorry it is late enough to also count for Valentine's Day (but also Happy Valentine's Day!!) Additionally, a special thank you to my angel princess @ofmermaidstories for handing me the nerd + pornstar combo when I was worried about Bakugou's characterization. I think this is the only way I could have ever written a pornstar Bakugou that felt right to me. Love you, Mermie.
The studio was churning in chaos by the time you arrived.
The first sign that things werenât right was Komori, one of your fellow production assistants, propped against the wall outside. Her cellphone was pressed against her ear, and she looked nervous, her foot tapping a thousand miles a minute. She had a thumbnail pressed to her mouth and was chewing steadily through the nail like a rabbit through a lettuce leaf.
You didnât want to disturb her, so you buzzed inside the studio, only to find the hallways filled with an equally nervous energy. Yaoyorozu, one of the production managers, hovered in the doorway of a dressing room. She looked to be arguing with someone, her normally sweet expression pinched in profile. A small circle of people took up the hallway behind her, shifting apprehensively.
A shrill voice filtered out of the dressing room as you tried to wedge yourself by. âI said Iâm not doing it. Weâre getting married and we agreed I wouldnât do this anymore.â
You stopped in your tracks, blinking as you turned back to the doorway, peering over Satoâs shoulder.
Bibimi Kenranzaki was one of the studioâs top actresses, the very performer scheduled to shoot the production you were working on this afternoon. The shoot was a Valentineâs Day special, and had already been delayed at Bibimiâs request several times. If youâd understood Yaoyorozuâs previous concerns correctly, today was the last possible day to shoot it with enough time for it to make it through editing to post on Valentineâs.
This was not good.
âBibimi, of course we would never force you to do something you did not consent to,â Yaoyorozu said patiently. âBut you can see how having delayed this shoot many times already puts us in danger of not delivering on our commitments.â
You heard a dismissive snort issue from the room, and peered over one of Yaoyorozuâs slender shoulders. Bibimi lounged across one of the waiting room couches, arms crossed over her chest. An enormous diamond ring youâd never seen before glinted from one of her fingers, clearly the source of todayâs change of heart.
Oh, production was not going to be happy.
You winced as you ducked out from behind Yaoyorozu, heading back down the hall to stuff your things into one of the vacant lockers. It was a struggle to fit everything in as today youâd come directly from a lectureâtwo textbooks the size and weight of cinderblocks choking up all the space in your bag. You would have thought that, considering that a wide swath of the production staff were college studentsâincluding several of the performers themselvesâthe studio would have had a better set up. But it was often a fight to the death to even find an open locker amongst the many other bookbags, and an equally Sisyphean struggle to get the door shut on the tiny cubbies.
Once you finally managed to finagle the door shut on your backpack, you made a beeline for the supply room. Typically, your first task of any shoot was acquisition of about a million pounds of baby wipes and lube, though you wondered if they would be needed today, given the scene with Bibimi youâd just witnessed.
You checked the film schedule posted in the staff entry to find the allotted set room. Then you made your way down the twisting maze halls carpeted with ancient olefin to the set for You Cumplete Me, the obnoxious working title Kaminari had come up with for this particular Valentineâs Day project.
The room was set up like some generic apartment, a large bed with a wire-framed headboard dominating the majority of the space. A cherry wood nightstand cluttered with fake knick knacks stood diligently at the bedside, and two fake windows with their curtains drawn shut overlooked the whole affair, red dressings fluttering slightly in the breeze from a fan.
Most of the production staff was already inside the room, the cameramen and director huddled together in the corner, whispering nervously. You spotted Mina, the wardrobe coordinator and makeup artist, fussing with her phone in the other corner, her various products and brushes spread out across a plastic folding table, looking put out.
âYou know if weâre going to be able to sub anyone in for Bibimi?â you asked as you approached her, flopping down in one of the chairs set up at her makeshift dressing table. You arrayed your armful of lube and plastic packs of wipes at the corner so as not to disturb her arrangement.
Minaâs eyes flicked up to yours and she grinned, the upturn of her mouth accented with perfectly-applied hot pink lipstick.
âKomoriâs called like ten other actresses so far and canât get anyone,â Mina answered. âAnd Shiozaki and Kendo are in-studio but both just got off another shoot so we contractually canât use them. I think Yaomomo is ready to start shaking people down.â
You winced. Yaoyorozu never lost her cool, but the pressure must be mounting. You knew marketing materials had already been put out on the studioâs website, specifically promising the return of the studioâs highest-grossing starâBakugou Katsukiâopposite Bibimi.
While Bibimi might be the highest paid actress, Bakugou was the real draw of UA Productions. UA churned out projects that were largely targeted towards less traditional marketsâlargely womenâporn that was often of higher production value, higher quality scripting, and careful coordination showcasing enthusiasm and consent. It also subsequently employed more than its fair share of beautiful men.
And Bakugou Katsuki crowned that pile of performers. Though foul-mouthed and often irascible, he was undeniably breathtaking to behold, both on screen and in person. He was the typical blend of tall, strong, and well-muscled that most UA actors were. But he moved with a singular precision and intention that drove fans wild, and came equipped with bed-rumpled blond hair, mile-long lashes, a surly, pouty mouth, and a facial symmetry that Euclid himself would have wept over.
He was also nearing the end of his doctoral and would not be filming for much longer, you were given to understand. So the studio stood to lose a significant amount of audience trust and money, should this production fall through.
As if on cue, Bakugou Katsuki himself stomped through the doorway. The expression on his face told you he was already well-aware of what was happening with Bibimi, and he was getting annoyed with the hold up. He set a direct line for you and Mina, mouth twisted in dissatisfaction.
Your ears promptly went hot, the way they always did when Bakugou was in your line of vision.
Youâd unfortunately had something of a crush on him from the minute youâd become a production assistant at UA, your third year of college. Funds were tight and your masters program loomed large in front of you, its meager stipend like a slap in the face. Youâd needed something else flexible, and youâd found UA through the friend of a friendâits proximity to the university, and ever changing schedule of ongoing productions offering the perfect amount of flexibility for your situation.
Bakugou had been there that first day as Yaoyorozu gave you the tour, too. Heâd been tucked up on the couch of the waiting room as you passed through, blonde hair rumpled, someoneâs lip gloss still smeared at the corner of his jaw. He looked like a soft, relaxed messâclothes askew like heâd pulled them back on after a shoot and immediately migrated to the couchâthough his scarlet eyes tracked intently across the page of an enormous engineering text spread across his thighs. His long fingers twirled a pen absently, tapping against a notebook peeking out from just under the textbook, headphones jammed over his ears.
He did not look up as you made your way inside, but your stomach had flared to life with a sudden flutter of butterflies. You were startled by the pretty set of his mouth, the long lashes that swept over his cheeks as he read, the flex of those long, beautiful fingers on his pen. You had never seen a person so perfect in real life, and the effect was dumbing.
âThatâs Bakugou, one of our performers,â Yaoyorozu had told you, leading you through the room. She did not stop to introduce you. âHeâs working on a PhD in chemical engineering, and performs once every couple of months for us. Heâsâermânot quite friendly, so weâll skip the introduction today.â
Youâd followed her, nodding obediently, leaving Bakugou behind. Youâd dutifully concluded your tour and signed all the paperwork, and met several other members of the staff. It was only when youâd been released from your onboarding obligations that you saw Bakugou again, as you ran out into the parking lot to start your car.
It was raining out, a torrential downpour much worse than when youâd arrived that came down in thick, pelting sheets. Visibility was bad enough that you almost missed the tuft of blonde hair across the parking lot, ducking under the awning of the nearby bus stop.
You knew the route headed back towards your university, and subsequently your apartment, and it dawned on you that Bakugouâs would most likely be attaining his cited PhD at your same college. You felt your mouth twist, impressed. PhD tracks were notoriously difficult to attain at Musutafu Universityâno wonder Bakugou needed a job that was, for lack of better phrasing, quick and dirty. He probably was drowning in post-grad labs and dissertation materials.
The memory of those long fingers tapping at the edge of his text suddenly flickered again in your brain, and something possessed you as you started up your engine. Before you knew what you were doing, you had pulled your car around into the bus stop bay, leaning out to call out to him.
âHeyâBakugou, right?â you said, watching as scarlet eyes found yours, narrowing suspiciously. His pretty mouth lifted in an immediate, reflexive snarl, and those broad shoulders squared off, like he was getting ready for trouble.
You cut in, quickly explaining yourself when you realized he had no context for the rando hanging out of their car window at him. âIâm Yaoyorozuâs new production staff. Just joined today. Are you headed towards Musutafu U and do you want a ride?â
A blonde eyebrow lifted. âYouâre with UA?â he asked. His voice was a kind of low growl, not unlike the thunder suddenly echoing overhead, and the sound shot through you like a bolt of lightning.
âIâyeah. Just signed the paperwork this afternoon.â
Several spatters of rain dampened your cheeks where you had your head poked out of the window, and Bakugouâs eyes tracked them closely as he leaned in. âThen letâs get one thing straight right off the batâI donât fuck coworkers off the clock.â
You recoiled, horrified at the conclusion heâd immediately brought himself to. âNo! Thatâs not what IâI didnât mean likeâ! I just thought because itâs raining out, you might wantââ
âI want you to fuck right off, is what I want,â Bakugou said, crossing his arms over his chest. He made a show of leaning back against the glass wall of the bus stop, its interior papered over with moldering ads. It was a clear dismissal.
You blinked at him stupidly for a moment, mind reeling that your gesture had been received so poorly. But then you realized he hadnât seen you, in your trek through the staff room during your afternoon tour. Youâd only just seen him, and you hadnât spoken to him besides. Despite your immediate interest in and respect for him, he knew nothing about you.
And he was a pornstar, come to think of it. He probably had had a fair number of creeps proposition him out of the blue. Enough that he was suspicious now, as you might have been, were you in his position.
Your cheeks heated, suddenly ashamed. You nodded, gritting your teeth as you ducked back inside your car.
âRight, fucking off, as requested,â you said, turning your blinker on to move back out into the road. âSorry to scare you. See you, umâsee you at work sometime.â
âOiâI ainât fuckinâ scared,â you heard him growl, but then you were turning back out into the street. You rolled your window back up as you sped up, resisting the urge to look back at Bakugou in the rearview.
What a humiliating first impression that had been.
You'd fretted about it for another week before your first official day at UA, and for several weeks more when you didnât immediately run into Bakugou. When youâd finally met him properly, however, Bakugou acted like heâd never even seen you before in his life, and you somewhat gratefully followed his lead. He treated you like anyone else, with the same kind of universal severity he turned on the other production staff. You discovered very quickly that he was impatient, brusque, no-nonsense. He stalked onto every set with all the latent energy of a nuclear missile strike, and never softened until after the shoot was over.
His general attitude, and your humiliating first encounter should have been enough to turn you off of him. But the occasional glimpse of him after a shootârumpled, relaxed, open in a way he normally wasnât, in the way that you'd first seen himâwas unfortunately enough to keep those initial butterflies aflutter.
The fact that he was smartâand annoyingly adept in the bedroom, considering the number of reshoots his costars often needed after they accidently came too earlyâdid not help matters.
âWhere the fuck is Yaoyorozu?â he demanded of you and Mina, as he approached you in the set room now.
You met his scarlet gaze, holding very still under his regard.
âShe was negotiating with Bibimi just now when I came in,â you told him, cheeks heating as his eyes flicked over you. He had a very direct way of evaluating people, and rarely missed a detail. You hoped your makeup wasnât smudged from where youâd had your head propped up in your hand, valiantly resisting falling asleep in your earlier lecture.
âBibimiâs a waste of fuckinâ time,â Bakugou growled.
You rolled your eyes. He couldnât very well act opposite his own hand, so someone was going to have to fill in.
âWell Mina says weâre not having luck finding anyone else either so Bibimi is your best bet,â you told him.
Bakugou looked down his perfect nose at you. âAnyone in this damn studio could do better than she does.â
You felt your eyebrows raise. Bibimi was popular with a variety of audiences for her exaggeratedly dollish featuresâyou doubted just anyone could fill in for her and look as good. You said as much to Bakugou, and he scoffed.
ââS not about looking good, itâs about showing that youâre feeling good,â he said plainly, igniting a wave of fire across your cheeks. The flames worsened when he crossed his arms over his chest and you had occasion to notice he was in nothing but a workout tank, his bare biceps flexing enticingly in the studio lighting.
You were thankfully spared from having to form a coherent response by Yaoyorozu stepping into the room. She was tailed by Komori, and wore a troubled expression. She waved an elegant hand that encompassed both your camp in the corner and the directors on the other side of the room.
âBibimi is unfortunately out. And we cannot use Shiozaki or Kendo. I am afraid we may have to call off the shoot this afternoon,â she said.
âSo get someone else in,â Bakugou said, with his usual brisk directness. He turned to face her. You caught the whiff of something light and clean on him as he did so, laundry detergent and recently-applied shampoo.
Yaoyorozu fixed him with an expectant look. âWeâve unfortunately worked our way through the roster of available performers. Unless you know someone else?â
Bakugou stared back at her evenly, arching a blonde brow. âThereâre a bunch of extras already here, arenât there?â
A little shock went through you. Extras. As in theâŠpeople in the room right now? Did he really mean the production staff?
Yaoyorozu blinked, apparently taken aback. Then her gaze slid thoughtfully between Komori, Mina, and you. Another little thrill raced through you, like youâd suddenly missed a step. Surely they both could not actually be considering that.
âIâm a hoe but Iâm a loyal hoe,â Mina said from next to you, immediately putting up a rosy palm. âEiji is my one and only, sorry babes.â
Yaoyorozu nodded. âOf course, I would not expect you to violate any commitments you already had to a significant other.â
âI am also seeing someone,â Komori volunteered, a shy little blush sweeping across her cheeks. You smiled a bit at her obvious regard for whoever it wasâuntil you sensed a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly turning to you.
Your stomach droppedâless of a missed step then and more of a sudden push off a cliff.
Worst of all was the pair of scarlet eyes suddenly burning with undue regard in your direction. You stared straight at Yaoyorozu, unable to meet Bakugouâs gaze. You still felt like you might burn up under his scrutiny, like an ant under a magnifying glass.
âIâuhââ you said dumbly, floundering for the right set of words to explain yourself. âUhh.â
âYou seeing anybody?â Bakugou prodded, prompting a fresh wave of heat to your cheeks.
âWellânoââ
âYou clean?â he asked.
Your face burned hotter. âYes, if you must knowâ-but uhââ
âThen what?â he prompted.
âIs it that easy for you? To just switch partners like that?â you asked. You werenât exactly a blushing virgin but you still had only slept with partners you had cared for. Bakugou had worked with you for years and never signaled anything beyond dismissal and semi-professionalismâso it wasnât like he had that same level of interest in you, despite your enormous crush on him. How could he just switch, just like that?
Bakugou uncrossed his arms to settle his hands on slim hips instead, and he gave you another evaluating once over. âSomething the matter with you?â he asked. You noticed he did not ask if you thought something was the matter with him. You wondered if your crush on him was that apparent.
âNo,â you said defensively. âJustâI donât know that Iâd be any good on camera.â
âYouâve been in videos before,â Mina pointed out, tugging playfully on your belt loop. âYou were in Bibimiâs Christmas special a couple years ago.â
âThat was different,â you said, staring at her. âI was her evil coworker who sent her running into Tetsutetsuâs muscular arms. I didnât have to get naked.â
âWe can give you time to get prepared,â Yaoyorozu promised kindly. âIf you wanted to um, clean up or trimââ
âItâs not that!â you said quickly, waving your arms. Your ears burned. âI just mean I would be shy.â
Bakugou watched you silently for another long moment, his full mouth pursed in thought. His gaze dragged down your body and then back up to your face, and you felt it like a physical touch.
âThen if you forgot you were on camera?â he asked, a rasp in his tone.
You blinked at him dumbly. âIf Iâforgot?â
âIf I made you forget,â he said, flashing a sharp smirk. The arrogance looked so good on him, zinging through your veins like an electric current. Your cheeks and ears flared even hotter, until you thought you might actually be emitting smoke from them.
You tried to form words but seemed to have trouble shaping the proper ones with your tongue, making a series of choking noises before you managed. âThere is no way you couldâyouâre not that good.â
Something hot flared to life behind Bakugouâs eyes, and his smirk curled even sharper. âWeâll see about that.â
âWhat if Bakugou helps you get over your nerves, and we just try it and see how you do.â Yaoyorozu prompted gently. âIs that something you would be willing to do? Of course we wonât pressure you.â
Your gaze jerked back to her as you startled. For just a second youâd sort of forgotten there was anyone in the room but Bakugou.
âI sort of doubtâbut if you really needâI mean I couldâtryâŠâ you fumbled out.
Yaoyorozu nodded gratefully, looking pleased again. âAlright, then letâs at least try it. Mina please find proper costuming and help get Y/N ready. I will draw up a short contract with the same terms we promise all our on camera talent for you to look over when youâre done.â
You nodded, a little dazed. Had you really just agreed toâ?
But then Mina was laughing, grabbing you by the elbow and drawing you out of the room. She marched you towards the back of the studio building where sheâd amassed a respectable wardrobe, racks upon racks of clothes. âAlright, this is going to be so fun! I love dressing new talent! Itâs always fun to work out whatâs going to work with your coloring and style on screen.â
The mention of you doing anything on screen had all the blood draining from your veins, but Mina didnât seem to mind. She kept up a stream of happy, easy chatter as she pecked around in the racks like a chicken hunting a grasshopper. Eventually she emerged with a robe in a deep pink, slippery and silky and glistening faintly under the overheads.
âOkay so youâre supposed to be a loving couple celebrating your anniversary and looking for ways to spice things up,â she said. âSo youâll be waiting for him to come home, looking delicious in this little slip of a thing. He can unwrap you like a V-Day present!â
Her callback to the plot of the shoot suddenly made you realize there were way more things involved in the project than just being pawed at on screenâand you did not know any of Bibimiâs lines. How the hell were you supposed to deliver any kind of performance?
âDonât worry about it, I assure you the gears are already churning in Momoâs big brain,â Mina said when you asked as much. She peeled you out of your sweater and jeans, and ushered you into the robe. Cheeks burning, you let her look you over to make sure you were properly groomed for the camera.
Then before you could get cold feet, she bundled you up and shepherded you back into the set room and set to work on you with her various pots of paint and ointments. She worked a couple things into your hair, applied something glossy and sticky to your mouth, and adjusted the fit of your robe to her liking until she pronounced you ready.
Yaoyorozu was already leaning over you by the time Mina released you, laying out a packet of sheets in front of you. She detailed the terms to you in the professional, clipped tone youâd heard her conduct business in before, and soon enough you were penning in your own name in a shaky hand. The strokes looked almost foreign on the page, and you felt a little more than lightheaded thinking about what youâd just signed yourself into.
âSoâwhat am I supposed to do about Bibimiâs lines?â you asked, your voice coming out kind of dry and crackly.
âWeâre going to improvise,â Yaoyorozu said. âBakugou will guide you. Try to respond as best you can to what he says, along the framework of being a couple celebrating their anniversary. Itâs most important to capture your intimacy, however, so we can always come back and reshoot any dialog as needed after. You can call him Katsuki, there are no aliases for this shoot.â
You nodded, feeling even more nervous now that all the prerequisites had been completed.
That left Komori waiting for you. She was apparently assuming the duties youâd abandoned by becoming the star of this absurd alternate dimension. She led you over to what had been meant to be Bibimiâs starting mark on the bed and helped you spread your pink robe out enticingly. You almost laughed as you helped her, feeling foolish and distinctly unsexy for the deliberateness of it all.
There was nothing less romantic than half a dozen other people in the room with you, cameras and hot lights trained on you like you were an escaped convict under a helicopter floodlight. You got the impression that it was going to be a monumental task to work up the nerve to even loosen the tie on your robe, nevermind remove it.
Except then Bakugou walked in.
Heâd changed, sometime in the half hour or so Mina had had you in her clutches. He prowled into the room in a dark charcoal suit, the consummate businessman home from his generic businessman job.
He looked unfairly good in it tooâthe close cut of it highlighted how his broad shoulders slashed inwards into a trim waist, and his pants showcased the flex of a strong, hard thigh. Heâd acquired a chunky wristwatch in a dark metal, and it glinted dully under the overhead lights.
He looked sleek and dangerous, even though youâd just seen him stomping around in sweatpants not thirty minutes prior. You felt your breath escape you in a whoosh, your heartbeat kicking up as he prowled closer.
âIâm home, angel,â he said, a smoky rasp curling on the end of his voice. Despite the pet name, he sounded enough like his usual self that you almost answered him in turn.
You vaguely remembered you were obliged to playact with him, and you summoned up your nerve. âHi, Katsuki,â you said. You hoped your voice did not sound too shaky. âHappy Anniversary.â
Bakugouâs scarlet eyes dipped down to your robe, fastening to the spot where it gaped open suggestively over one thigh. Your skin buzzed like a hive of bees was trapped beneath it.
âThis my present?â he asked, stalking closer. He snagged the tie of your robe in his long fingers, toying with it speculatively.
âIt should be easy to open,â you joked, then almost cringed.
Sexy. You were supposed to be sexy, not goofy as hell. And what happened when he really did try to open it?
A small amount of panic crept up your spine again, seeping into your veins. You did not feel ready to be naked before all of the eyes in this room, nevermind the roving gaze of the internet. What had you been thinking, signing up for this?
Your hand came up defensively to tug the robe tie back out of Bakugouâs hand, only for it to be captured too. Bakugou tugged you up and to him, and your face broke out in another sweeping wave of flame as you felt the hard planes of him against you. He was so warm, and smelled so good up close and you could not even begin to know what to do or where to put your handsâ
Before you could ask him what the heck he was doing, however, he brought your captured hand to his mouth. You almost leapt out of your skin when you felt the gentle press of his lips on the inside of your wrist, the careful flicker of a tongue. Those scarlet eyes slid over you knowingly, near enough that you could see tiny flecks of deep purple in them.
His other hand came up to take your chin, his thumb stroking over the side of your jaw. The feeling made you shiver slightly, and it must have been clearly visible because the corner of Bakugou's mouth lifted into a smirk against your wrist. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, every inch of your skin thrilling with the feeling of your longtime crush doing something this to you.
âThink Iâm gonna enjoying opening you alright,â Bakugou intoned.
You struggled to remember what he was talking about, giving up almost immediately as his mouth trailed along the inside of your arm. It traced up and up and up, until he was hovering dangerously close to your face. His fingers tightened on your chin, tilting your face up to his.
And then he bent his head, and crushed his mouth to yours.
Immediately, everything else disappeared.
Kissing Bakugou was three thousand zillion times hotter than you could have ever even imagined. Youâd sort of imagined that with an attitude like his, he would be all power and impatience. And the power was there, but leashed, somehow. His mouth was hot and shockingly sweet on yours, and his fingers cupped your face to his, holding you there like he planned to kiss you for hours yet.
Your head was spinning by the time he let your mouth free, and the dip of his blonde lashes as he looked you over was extraordinarily self-satisfied.
His hand on your chin went to your robe instead, pulling the collar wide so that he could lower his mouth inside instead, kissing over your throat. You seized fistfuls of his suit, clinging to him, as he mapped a hot path across your shoulder and collarbone, one of his hands coming up to up your chest.
You heard yourself let out a soft hiss as his thumb pressed over your nipple through the silky fabric. Bakugou sucked a careful bruise into the side of your neck as he did it again, letting out a barely audible snort when you jerked in his hold, unconsciously arching into his hand.
âSo sensitive for me, angel,â he drawled as his other hand came up to carefully pinch your other nipple.
You heard yourself make a small, choked off noise like a whine, and you could feel Bakugouâs lips pull into an answering smirk against your throat. You didnât think you had been quite this responsive to a partner beforeâbut something about the careful, purposeful way he was touching you had your blood running quicker in your veins.
Bakugouâs thumbs traced slow, deliberate circles over your nipples with just the right amount of pressure to make you groan. He teased you again and again as his mouth traced higher on your neck.
Within minutes you were panting, a slow, syrupy pleasure dripping down into your core.
Bakugou tugged your robe wider, then bent his head. You felt the tickle of his hair against your collarbone, softer than you would have thought, as his mouth closed over the point of one nipple. The draw of his mouth had you arching up into him immediately, pleasure zinging through your veins.
âOh my god,â you said, seizing a fistful of that blonde hair.
Bakugouâs tongue teased at the nipple, and you writhed in his hold. Then he did the same to your other one, and you thought you might die. He hadnât even touched you yet and you already wanted to crawl out of your skin with impatience.
âKatsukiâplease,â you heard yourself say, almost distantly. âKatsukiâoh!â
âPlease what, angel?â he said into the skin of your chest, before laying his mouth back over your nipple and giving a sweet suck.
âOh my godâplease!â you said, stupidly. Not an answer to his question but youâd forgotten how to string words together, your brain-to-mouth connection running on autopilot.
âGonna have to be more specific, sweetheart,â Bakugou said, and you heard the relish in it. Your face burned, and you yanked his hair a little more firmly. He just groaned, and then sucked you a little harder.
âTouch me! PleaseâKatsuki,â you panted out, hips flexing unconsciously with the pull of your nipple.
âThought this was my gift, angel. I canât enjoy it how I want?â he asked.
You considered his words muzzily, having no idea what he was talking about. Gift? What gift was he talking about?
Bakugouâs scarlet eyes flicked up to yours, and something in your expression must have told him you had no idea what he was on about. His mouth pulled up into a self-satisfied grin, and he leaned up to kiss you again.
You flattened yourself out against his chest, all but velcroing yourself to him. You wanted to feel every inch of that hard body against you, wanted to climb as far into him as you could. Something gratifyingly hard pressed against your stomach as you kissed him, and he grunted, locking you to him with a muscled arm across your back.
âWant me to touch you, angel?â he asked.
You nodded. A smile played across his lips.
âGet on the bed for me then, sweetheart.â
It took a minute for you to process but then you were scrambling to obey, scrabbling your way onto the bed, turning and watching as Bakugou stepped nearer.
He shed his jacket as he approached, yanking off his tie too and flinging it somewhere behind him. Then he crawled over you, his fingers seizing the ties of your robe as he did. He pulled it open gently, then yanked a little harder until the silk tie slid free.
His eyes picked over it speculatively, then flashed back up to you. A look of intent interest settled over his features.
âYou ever been tied up before, angel?â he asked.
You shook your head, even as it swam with the implication. Your skin prickled, somehow growing even hotter. He didnât mean toâŠ?
âYou gonna let me?â he asked.
You rather thought you would let him do anything he wanted with you. The question was barely out of his mouth before you were nodding hurriedly. A shocked laugh punched out of him, and he gathered up your wrists, scooting you backwards until they pressed against the headboard.
He looped the silk around your wrists, gathering it into a series of complicated knots. He moved with a purpose and precision, his movements sure and practiced. You tested the give of the ties when he sat back on his haunches, finding that they held firm, even when you put a little more muscle into it.
Bakugouâs gaze blazed over you, hot like coals. His eyes traced over your body, spread out under him now, your silk robe pooling at either side of you in a pink puddle.
He bent his head and kissed you again, until you were fuzzy with the feeling once more. Then he worked his way downwards, softly biting your shoulder, licking over one nipple, pressing deep kisses into your belly and then indent of your left hip.
A shock of pleasure raced through you when you realized where he was going with this, and you let out an involuntarily little gasp as he hooked your thighs over his broad shoulders.
âKatsuki,â you began, though you had no idea what you meant to follow it up with. Bakugou didnât wait for you to finish, ducking his head and licking a hot stripe up the cleft of you.
Immediately you arched, thighs flexing under his hands. Your face heated when he laughed again, but any embarrassment was instantly forgotten when he licked over you again, slower and more deliberate this time.
âOh my god,â you said again, biting off into a groan when his tongue dipped deeper between your folds, flicking up over your clit.
âYeah, angel?â Bakugou asked, his voice a heady rasp. âYou like that?â He layered another open mouthed kiss over you, slow and thorough, until you were arching up into his mouth again.
It would have been evident to anyone on earth how much you liked it from the noises you made, the way you kicked and squirmed with the movement of his mouth. He sucked your clit gently into his mouth, then laved over it firmly as he pressed his fingers to you, the pads of his index and middle slowly sinking into you.
Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he gave another slow suck, the feeling almost too much. His fingers pressed deeper into you, easily slipping in with how comically wet you were for him. The gentle suction of his mouth made everything a million times better, everything a million times worse, as he carefully curled his fingers within you. He seemed to immediately find a spot within you that felt like he was touching your clit from the other side too, and the feeling was immediately far too much.
âHoly shit,â you heard yourself say, cutting off into an honest to god whine when his tongue swirled around your clit, just as he teased a finger along you from the inside too. âKatsukiâoh! Katsuki please! Please oh my god oh my god.â
Bakugouâs ministrations grew a fraction firmer, and you heard him groan too as he kissed you messily.
âSo fucking hot for me, sweetheart. So sweet,â he said, then sucked again, a tiny bit harder this time. His fingers stroked you from the inside, a firm, deliberate rhythm that had you turning your face and muffling a keen into the meat of your arm.
Your hips flexed against his face, wild and uncontrolled, wanting less, more, not enough, too much, oh my godâ
âKatsuki!â you cried, as you suddenly hit the crest of your pleasure. Your wrists pulled against their bonds, and the feeling of helpless restraint suddenly made everything feel a thousand times more intense. Every single nerve ending in your body felt like it was on fire, so that even the air of the room seemed too harsh on your skin. You screamed as you rode out your pleasure against Bakugouâs face.
He worked you through it diligently, licking and sucking until you collapsed back to the mattress, panting like youâd just run a marathon.
âGood, angel?â Bakugou asked.
You nodded breathlessly, turning your face to his when he crawled up your body to kiss you again. The taste of yourself on him was both embarrassing and thrilling, but Bakugou didnât give you much leeway to consider it, kissing you into a stupid, pliant little puddle against the mattress.
You could feel him hard and hot against your hip as he did so, but he didnât make any move to get inside you yet. Instead, his hands moved over you, slowly teasing you from satiation back into want. His fingers played with your nipples again, pinching them softly and rolling them. It felt like he'd rigged up some kind of wire, leading from your nipples right to your core, that lit the pilot flame of your interest again.
A couple minutes of diligent teasing, and easy, unhurried kisses had you wiggling under him again soon enough. It was only then, when you realized you were unconsciously rocking your hips against Bakugouâs, that he finally sat back to shuck off his shirt and pants.
He was so unfairly beautiful, bared in the bright light of the room. Youâd known he was gorgeous, of course, but up close he was something else entirely. He was chiseled with thick muscle, his chest and arms hard and glowing faintly with perspiration. The light and the shadows of the room played over the divots of his muscles with a deliberate care, like he was a painting instead of a man, highlighting him in loving shades. A set of perfect abs trailed down into the hard jut of hip bones over his pelvis, and his cock was just as upsettingly gorgeous as the rest of him. It was thick and full and flush with his arousal, and he wasted no time crawling back between your thighs.
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â he asked. His voice had gone even more gravelly than usual, and it plucked at your core like a string.
âPlease, Katsuki,â you said, your voice embarrassingly breathy. You couldnât help yourself though, couldnât be ashamed with the easy way your thighs fell apart for him. Your ankles hooked across his back, trying to pull him closer still.
He groaned and surged up over you to grab a condom off the nightstand. He quickly rolled it onto himself in one practiced movement, before immediately pressing himself into you.
He sank in mortifyingly easily, you already half out of your mind with want. He didnât seem to mind, thoughâyou heard the soft, sibilant hiss of his own pleasure as he filled you, and your robe tugged the skin of your shoulder as he fisted a hand in it, just beside your head.
âBeen dying to fuck you, angel,â he said. âThinking about how hot and tight and sweet you would be for me. Been thinking about it nonstop.â
You made a vague noise of agreement, moving your hips with his as he drew back and pressed inside of you again. The slide of him inside you was mind-numbingly good, the pressure against your stomach as he pressed back in almost sparking stars in your vision. The flex of his abs between your thighs as he found his pace was almost immediately too much for you, and you had to turn your face away. You tilted your face up to his, watching him as he watched you.
Bakugou seemed to read your expression easily, finding the angle and pace you liked incredibly quickly. He slid an arm under the small of your back to angle your hips up into him, yanking you up like you were nothing, and the show of easy strength had your toes flexing and curling against his back.
He kissed you again, catching the sounds of your pleasure in his mouth as he rocked into you. You moved against him, hips bucking, delirious with the feeling of him. Eventually he freed his arm from under you, pressing his thumb to your slit again with deadly precision.
âOh fuck,â you moaned into his mouth, legs tightening on him as he played with your clit. The almost-too-gentle sensation of his thumb on your clit, coupled with the relentless drive of him inside you had your vision sparking and greying at the edges. His face swam in front of yours, and all of your limbs began to feel shivery, almost too weak to lift yourself into him the way you needed, to rock against him and find relief from the friction.
Bakugou continued to tease at you, carefully pinching and petting. His hips drove into you tirelessly, slapping the bottoms of your thighs, as you strained in your silk bonds, wanting to grab him, pull him even harder into you.
âKatsuki, please please please,â you heard yourself begging. You felt him smile against your mouth, tasted his reply more than heard it.
âYou want me to let you cum, angel?â he asked, doing something with his fingers that made your breath catch in your lungs.
âUnhh, yesâplease!â you cried, desperation coming over you in a white haze.
You had neverâneverâbeen so desperate for anything in your entire life. You didnât know how Bakugou was doing it, why his touch felt like so much more than anything else youâd ever felt in your life. If he didnât let you cum you were certain you were going to die, right here and right now.
âYou gonna scream for me, sweetheart?â Bakugou asked, his voice raspier than youâd ever heard it. He grit the words out, like he too was on the edge of his own climax, barely staving it off.
âAnything, I will do anything,â you babbled senselessly. âYesâgoing to scream for youâKatsuki!â
Bakugouâs gaze was hotter than youâd ever seen it, scarlet eyes clouded with pleasure, glowing like banked coals. âThen you can come for me, angel. Come on, sweetheart.â
âOh!â you cried in answer, your feet planting themselves on the bed to jut your hips up hard. Bakugouâs thumb pressed hard against your clit, then, firm and merciless, and he fucked into you harder, his pace growing faster, furious.
Your second orgasm hit you like a truck, snapping your spine into alignment, locking all your limbs up as if in rigor mortis.
âKatsuki!â you wailed as you writhed against him, clenching and fluttering around him as you sobbed.
âOh fuck,â you heard him say, and his hips stuttered. You realized he was coming too, fucking into you sloppily and disjointedly as he rode out his own pleasure. You arched and spasmed with him, clawing uselessly at the silk that bound you, twisting in blissful agony.
When you finally came back to yourself you found yourself slumped on the bed, Bakugouâs weight pinning you down into the mattress. His chest was slicked to yours with sweat, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of it against you as he caught his breath.
âThat good, angel?â he asked, his voice heady with satisfaction.
You nodded, absently turning your face back up to his for a kiss. He granted it, kissing you almost possessively. He looked soft and rumpled, just the way you'd always liked him, and something in you purred with satisfaction at finally getting to have him like this for you.
Gradually, you became aware of other sounds in the room as you came down from your high. Quiet murmuring and the sounds of shuffling met your ears, the shutter click of a camera lens slicing through the atmosphere like a knife.
A sudden shock raced through you when you realized you and Bakugou were not aloneâand you were on the set of a porn film, half a dozen eyes glued to you just over one of Bakugouâs thick shoulders.
A porn film. You had been shooting a porn film!
âAnd cut!â you heard the directorâs voice ring out, like a bucket of water dumped over your head.
You tensed up beneath Bakugou, mind racing. Holy shit, he had actually managed to make you forget, exactly the way he'd promised.
You could tell Bakugou was thinking the same thing as he went to untie you, looking extremely satisfied with himself.
âTold you, angel,â he said, flashing something of a feral grin. You hated how good the self-conceit looked on him.
You went to draw your wrists back to yourself as he let them free. But Bakugou caught them instead, carefully massaging the skin there as if to make sure things were circulating properly. It was a startling note of unexpected care, as was the way he drew your robe closed around you again against the sudden chill of the room.
You found yourself saying wonderingly, âWow. It was just that easy for you to switch partners like that.â
The thought somehow stung, even though youâd known going into this what you were getting yourself into. Somehow, the latent care and intention with which Bakugou had fucked you had addled your brain, made you think your connection had been something more. He had felt like he had feelings, beyond those mimed for the camera.
But here was evidence to the contrary, plain and simple. There literally was a camera.
Except then Bakugou looked down at you, a frown marring his pouty mouth. âWell yeah. âCourse it was gonna be that easy when itâs you weâre talking about.â
You blinked at him, not understanding what he was saying. âUh. When itâsâme?â
A crease came in between Bakugouâs blonde brows. âI said it, didnât I? While we were fucking? Wanted to fuck you for a long time. Of course it was easy.â
Your stomach dropped, like a rug had just been yanked out from beneath you. âYouâhave? What? Since when?â you demanded.
Bakugou leveled you with an unimpressed stare. âSince the second time we met,â he said, and your mind flashed back to the way heâd seemed not to recognize you, that second time you'd spoken to him. âOnce I realized you did work for UA and werenât actually a little fucking creep trying to lure me into your car.â
You felt your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline. âThenâ? For years? You cannot be serious. You never acted like we were anything other than coworkers!â
Bakugou scoffed. âWe fucking were coworkers. And I told you, I donât fuck coworkers off the clock.â
You blinked again, startled by the level of professionalism couched in the crassess of his statement. It made sense, you supposed, for a pornstar of Bakugouâs caliber to have put boundaries like that in place. Probably everyone in the world would just be dying for a shot at him.
âWow,â you said, almost to yourself. You didnât know what to do with this new information, wondered how it was going to be possible to behave professionally with Bakugou at all going forward. It was probably obvious to him how big your crush on him was, given that heâd known all along he could make you forget you were on camera. Given the way you reacted to him embarrassingly easily.
Except then Bakugou leaned forward, putting his face startlingly close to yours. âEmphasis on were, since this is my last shoot,â he said.
You stared at him, wondering if you were interpreting the implication correctly. There was no way he meantâ?
âUhhhh, meaning what, exactly?â you prompted, heart beating just a little bit quicker despite yourself.
Bakugouâs mouth turned up into a gorgeous smirk, and he ducked his head even closer, voice going softer.
âMeaning youâre going to get dressed and Iâm going to take us to get something to eat,â he said, fingers playing at the edge of your robe. âAnd then youâre going to give me that ride home in your car after all. And we are going to do this all over again.â
Flames erupted across your face, sweeping across your cheeks. And you were up out of the bed before you even realized what you were doing, catching yourself on the bedside table as you stumbled.
Bakugouâs laugh chased out of the set room as you raced towards the wardrobe again. But you couldnât find it in yourself to care, this time.
Not when your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest. You smothered a smile as you ran down the hallway.
Much like Bakugou had just done to youâit looked like your hopes and dreams were finally lining themselves up and filling themselves in.
contents: general bakugou x princess reader; fem + afab virgin reader. nsft; oral (f receiving) & missionary. semi-sequel to this drabble. 3.2k.
Your wedding day arrives far earlier than you are prepared for.
Itâs a tense affair, for you at least. The country depends on it, and you feel the scheming eyes of the nobility hot on your skin as you pronounce your vows to Bakugou. They will not take kindly to your having chosen him over their sons and brothers, over their own desire to rise to power. There will be a price they will want you to pay, soon enough.
The chapel is resplendent with sumptuous decor, the court in their finest. But the room is fringed with Bakugouâs men in their military leathers, a reminder that this is not a happy day, but rather a dangerous political stunt. It keeps the noble houses docile while they are in the room with you, but you know they will return to their estates and their plans.Â
Your fate is in Bakugouâs hands, now, in more ways than one.
The ceremony is dizzying, and impossible to wrap your head around. The preceptor pronounces Bakugou your prince-consort, ostensibly to remain so while you assume the throne after your fatherâs passing. You will continue to rule him as his sovereign. But your vows to Bakugou also promise him your obedience as his wife.Â
It is a contradiction, an impossible trap, the very reason why the general is the only man you could stomach the thought of marrying. If a husband is to rule you after all, Bakugou will do so justly.Â
The thought does not stifle your nerves, however, as you make your way back down the aisle, sit down to the reception, and take your meal. A disquieting, anticipatory feeling settles over you, fizzing under your skin. You barely pick at your dinner, and drink too much of the wine.
You can tell Bakugou notices, scarlet gaze ever-perceptive, though he does not say anything until you are shepherded to the bridal suite to consummate.
Various aides try to follow you in to prepare you, but Bakugou slams the door closed on them, propping it shut with one broad shoulder. He barks at them to scram.
âLord Generalâthat is, Your Highness,â one of them stutters through the door. âWe are required to witness the consummationâto verify that it is complete.â
A bolt of shame goes through you at this, and you catch hold of one of the intricately-carved wooden bed pillars. Bakugou grunts, holding the door closed with one palm while spinning to the nearby dressing table and chair. He grabs the chair, wedging it forcefully up under the door handle.
âYouâll be sure of consummation when Iâm done here,â he growls through the door. âDonât need you little fucking perverts making eyes the whole damn time. Now beat it.â
A weird sound escapes you, something between a gasp and a laughâat his promise, at his gruffness.
âYour Highness,â comes a plaintive entreaty through the door. Bakugou slams a fist against it, and you hear a squeal and a sound like someoneâs fallen over their feet.
An absurd laugh seizes you, and Bakugou eyes you pettishly.
âThe fuckâre you laughing about,â he says, but thereâs no heat in it.
Your fingers twist on the bedpost, nervously tracing the lines. âYouâre taking to your new post well.â
Bakugouâs features twist into something dangerously satisfied, a smirk painting his mouth. Your breath comes short.
âMy post,â he echoes, raising an eyebrow. âAs your husband.â
Your stomach swoops. The disquiet flames back to life under your skin, settling heavy in your gut like a stone.Â
âI supposed it is a post like any other,â you say, fixing your gaze on the ground. âThere are responsibilities and⊠marital duties.â
You hear the soft tread of Bakugouâs boot as he steps away from the door, the rustle of his doublet as he draws closer. His many medals and ceremonial sword belt clink softly. It is a fashion you know he does not prefer, always living in his shirtsleevesâthe better to fight in, to train in.
A calloused hand takes your chin, tipping your face up to his.
âYou nervous, Princess?â he asks. His tone is obnoxious, as usual, but his crimson gaze traces your face.
You barely suppress a shiver under his touch. Your stomach churns with a thousand emotions and you find you donât know how to feel. Relieved that youâve made it this far. Annoyed with Bakugouâs composure and general manner. Apprehensive about what is to come. And warm, suddenly, all over. You do not want to examine why.
âNonsense,â you sniff.Â
A feral smile curls the corner of Bakugouâs mouth like he sees right through you. âYouâve never been with a man.â
Your face burns but you force yourself to return Bakugouâs assessing stare. âIâve never been to Musutafu, either, but I know it well enough. I should think I am⊠prepared.â
Something hot alights in Bakugouâs gaze, burning like a coal. Itâs not unlike how he looked at you that night in the dark outside his chambers, when youâd first come to him with this wild proposal.
âAnd what do you think you know,â he says, flatter than a question.
Your nose grows hot. âEnough.â
A thumb slides along your jaw, settling against the pulse in your neck. âAnswer the question, angel.â
Your face just might be on fire. You steel yourself, reciting dispassionately. âYou will undress me and then⊠enter me. I shall lie stillâthey say you can breathe through the pain and it will go away after some time. You will⊠work yourself to completion. And then we shall be done.â
A snort comes from Bakugou. âIs that how you royal tightasses do it?â
You feel your eyes narrow. âThat is how everyone does it.â
Your ladies in waiting had been very emphatic. All of them had spoken of the same mechanics. The initial discomfort, the pain, the way a husband moved upon his wife until he was satisfied.
You reach up to pull his hand from your face, but he tenses, arm growing solid and immovable.Â
âExplains why all you nobles are such fucking tight-buttoned pricks if thatâs how youâre doing it.â
Your reply is startled out of you when his hand finds your waist. You take a step back, and then another, startling again when your back finds the wall. Bakugou follows you, eyes hot.
âYou are insufferable,â you inform him hotly. âI am sure of the matter.â
âYouâre always sure of a lot of things, Princess,â he says. His hand is back at your waist, and suddenly all your skin feels too hot and tight, stifling like a velvet dress in summer.
âI am sure you are the most obnoxious man on earth,â you say. âNow be quiet and commence with it. Letâs have done with it.â
Bakugouâs face is suddenly closer than youâd remembered it being.
âIâll have done with you alright,â he says. âBut Iâm not gonna do it like you little uppity prudes.â
You find you canât think of what he means, all of your thoughts clouded with his proximity, the feeling of his hand moving to your skirts.
âIâbut there is only the one way,â you manage. None of your ladies had mentioned anything else.
Bakugouâs mouth cuts into a smirk again, and you hate him for how pretty it is.Â
âWeâll fuckinâ see about that,â he says.
And then his mouth is pressed to yours.Â
Itâs nothing like the stilted peck youâd been obliged to give him at the ceremonyâone that still left your face burning, for some unknowable reason. This feels entirely different in its intensity. Bakugouâs mouth is hot and soft and tempting and eager, and your body thrills with it.
Every inch of your skin feels like it zings with lightning when he licks into your mouth, and he presses you harder into the wall. You feel his groan all the way down to your toes.
âBâakugou,â you pant when his mouth leaves yours, only to stifle a yip when he moves down to your throat. He sucks a mark there, laving over it with his tongue, and you feel like you're melting in his hands. âThatâsânot myâah!âmouth,â you manage.
The tiniest scrape of teeth has you yelping again, and you find yourself clutching his bicep for purchase.
âNo shit,â he says, leaving another mark lower, mapping his way towards your chest. Calloused fingers come up to cup one of your breasts, thumb swiping over your nipple through your stays. You catch hold of his hair, yanking a fistful of that flaxen blonde, clenching your thighs together.
âWhat are you doing?â you hiss.Â
Bakugou looks up at you, expression annoyed. âConsummating.â
âBut youâre not undressing me,â you say. âAnd shouldnât weâon the bed?
Bakugou raises a blonde eyebrow. âThey tell you it needs to be on a bed, too?â
You blink, momentarily disarmed. It was quite literally called sharing the marriage bedâwhere else were you supposed to do it?
âAre you sure weâre talking about the same thing?â you eventually ask him.
Both of Bakugouâs eyebrows shoot for the moon, and he looks very suddenly like he wants to laugh. A grin yanks at his mouth, sharp and beautiful.
âI knew youâd be a fucking handful,â he says, his tone somehow both annoyed and delighted. âDonât even know what the fuck youâre talking about and youâre still trying to give me orders.â
You yank at the fistful of his hair youâre still clutching and he hisses, hand shooting out to grab yours. He works your grip off of him, pinning your wrist to the wall. The air in the room suddenly feels a hundred times thicker, like trying to breathe through honey.
âListen closely, Princess,â he tells you, leaning in. âWe're going to consummate, alright. But Iâm not just gonna squeeze my eyes shut and stick it in. Iâm going to do what I want first, and youâre going to be good and let me.â
Your face ignites in flame. You want to disagree reflexively. âIf itâs going to be painful Iâd rather just have it over with, if you donât mind,â you say.
Bakugou stares back, scarlet gaze roving over you. âItâs not gonna be if you shut up and let me do what I want.â
You blink. You hadnât heard that there was a way around the painâwhy hadnât anyone told you?
âIâreally?â you ask.
Bakugou nods. âReally.â
âOh,â you say. âWell then⊠you may proceed, I suppose.â
âYou suppose,â he echoes, staring you down. The look on his face makes you want to lean forward and bite it off.
âWell get on with it,â you say, arching your eyebrows.
Bakugou looks for a moment like he wants to shake you. But he ducks his head instead, lowering his mouth to yours again.
âGonna fuck that bossiness right out of you,â he mutters, low like heâs promising himself and not you. But then he kisses you again, muffling your gasp in his mouth.
Youâve never kissed another man, and do not have a frame of reference for what heâs doing. But Bakugou is a good kisser, you think. Every flick of his tongue feels like someone has uncorked champagne and poured it beneath your skin, and every brush of his mouth against yours sends a liquid heat racing through your veins.
You moan into his mouth when calloused fingers delve beneath the collar of your gown, dipping into your stays and pinching a nipple. He rolls it carefully, and you arch against him without any say-so from your brain.Â
âBeen thinking about this, Princess,â he says. âEver since I saw you in that little nightdress. Gonna show you what it really means to be with a man.â
Youâre excused from answering by his mouth back on yours. Not that you think you could, with the way his fingers feel in the cups of your stays, or the press of a strong thigh between your own.
âBakugou,â you gasp when he peels off of you, only to sink to his knees before you.
âItâs Katsuki,â he says, busying himself with the hem of your skirts.Â
âBâKatsuki,â you say. âWhat are you doing?â
Long fingers roll up the hemline of your dress, then yank at your underthings, exposing you to him. You gasp again, moving to cover yourself, but Bakugou pins you to the wall with an arm across your stomach, catching your thigh and pulling it over his shoulder.
âHusbandly duties,â he replies, another smirk on his mouth.
And then your head thunks against the wall as that mouth moves, pressing to you.
âKatsuki!â you shout, biting off into an embarrassing moan when he laves over you. No one had told you about this partâabout how a manâs mouth there would make you feel like fireworks had just been lit off in your veins. About how a manâs mouth could even go there at all.
Bakugou doesnât reply, kissing you there as he had your lips. A delicate suck from him over the cleft of you has you arching in his hands again, and you can quite literally feel him smirking against you.
He works you thoroughly, licking and sucking for what feels like torturous hours, but must only be minutes, until youâre a writhing, panting mess, only held upright by the arm he has banded across your lower stomach. Thereâs a pressure rising within you, pooling in all your limbs, making you shake and shiver with it, and what feels like no way to release it.
âKatsukiâI feel strange,â you say, bucking against his mouth. âOhâoh!â
âJust hold on, sweetheart, and let yourself feel it,â Katsuki tells you, before licking back over you. A finger presses up inside of you, foreign but strangely good in conjunction with his mouth. Then another one presses in and they curl as if seeking something, making you twist in his grip.
And then something makes you jerkâthe press of Katsukiâs fingers inside you in just the right spot, while he sucks on you, feeling like heâs touching the same place inside of you from both sides.
Something inside you snaps, uncoiling, pleasure flooding down you like a mudslide. You cry out Bakugouâs name, tears in your vision, riding out your pleasure against his mouth. Bakugou licks you through it, groaning low in his throat with appreciation.
âThatâs it, Princess,â he says, tone rough. âNow youâre ready for consummation.â
You hear his words as if through a haze, and itâs only once youâre movingâbeing picked up and carried over to the bedâthat you register what heâs saying.
He frees himself from his breeches, and stretches out over you, kissing your mouth. Youâre embarrassed to taste yourself on him, but the press of him to you overrides that concern. In one smooth stroke he presses in, and you are shocked to find that he slides home easily, your core slick and ready.
It feels strange, but not at all unpleasantâabsolutely nothing like what theyâd told you.
âYou alright, Princess?â Bakugou asks.
âIâyes,â you say, voice fluttering off when he flexes his hips, moving inside of you. The slide of him inside of you is unexpectedly good, especially when he lowers a hand to your core, pressing a thumb to that bundle of nerves at the hood of you.
âFeel good?â he asks, his eyes hot on your face. You cling to him, hips lifting into him unthinkingly as his thumb pets over you again, as he presses in and out of you a few more times.
You nod, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of saying it aloud.
He grins anyway, feral and fever-bright. His pace picks up into something faster, and youâre embarrassed to hear the slap of him against you, the eager way your body welcomes him in.
The band of pressure builds up inside you again, slowly, with every sure stroke of Bakugou inside you. Heâs hot and hard and heavy over you, pressing you into the mattress, and the tops of his cheeks are flush with effortâthe way he looks sometimes when heâs just come in from the training pitch.
Heâs beautifulâhandsome and strong and hot-headed and determined. And it dawns on you that heâs yours nowânot just your subject but your husband, your prince consort, and now your lover.
It makes all your skin turn molten hot again, especially when you look down and see your knees have rucked his shirt up. You can see the flex of his abs as he thrusts between your thighs, all that golden skin and dense muscle.
The slide of him inside you and the sight of him over you is suddenly too much, and you feel yourself tip right over the edge again. Bakugou catches your hand as you lift it to muffle your cry, kissing over your knuckles.
âThatâs it, Princess, thatâs it,â he says again, ducking his head to kiss you.
You moan into his mouth as he fucks you through it, and he groans with the clench of you.
âFeel so fuckinâ good,â he says against your lips, pace picking up faster. âKnew you would, sweetheart, yeah.â
Embarrassingly you feel almost like you could come apart again with the praise. Bakugou groans once more, and you can hear his grip tighten in the blanket next to your head. His hips buck and flex, wildly uncontrolled now, until he gives one final hard thrust.
His weight pins you down when he relaxes over you, his breath tickling over your shoulder. You find you like the weight of him on you, covering you, like a shield against the rest of the world.
Apt, for a general.
âBetter than how you wanted to do it, wasnât it, Princess?â he asks, smug.
You scoff, but you catch the flash of a white grin in the corner of your vision. There is really no question that heâd had the better of it, this time.
âKnew youâd see it my way,â he says.
Over him, you can hear the flutter of feet outside the door, some muffled discussion. Heat rises to your face when you realize the castle aids most definitely heard you cry out under Bakugouâs ministrations. There will be no doubt of your consummation now, regardless of whether you were observed.
âNosy fuckinâ perverts,â Bakugou says, rolling off of you. You catch another flicker of his chest with the way his shirt gapes, and he looks doubly smug when he notices.
âNot done yet, angel?â he says.
âI am, thank you.â You flush, embarrassed at having been caught. But Bakugou stretches an arm out to yank you over him, pressing you down over his hips.
Your stomach flutters.
âGive me a couple more minutes, Princess,â Bakugou says, scarlet eyes flashing with heat once more. His hand raises to trail through your hair, catching in the wedding hairstyle theyâd pinned you into.Â
âFive more minutes,â your new husband promises you, with a grin like the devil. âAnd then we'll give them something to really listen to.â
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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.
One day, youâre a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Deanâs List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women.Â
It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives.Â
As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face.Â
Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile.Â
Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups.Â
You had read some of them from Jiennaâs laptop when she was still alive.
Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for womenâs rights, even before the world hadnât gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come.Â
She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget.Â
Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.
Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.
Your family across the country couldnât even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away.Â
But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment.Â
The virus killed any female it touched.
News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the worldâs milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys.Â
Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.
It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.
Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldnât chase you down.Â
As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus.Â
Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didnât hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal.Â
Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free.Â
You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying daysâhow there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there.Â
Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.
Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope.Â
The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby.Â
Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didnât dare to light a fire in case it might attract someoneâs attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.
Maybe I shouldnât have left the dorms.Â
Those thoughts of âwhat ifâ and âshould havesâ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments.Â
One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in.Â
But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.
It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a manâs voice down the hallways.
â... heard she escaped hereâŠâÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound.Â
âNo news of⊠gotta be the last one in the vicinityâŠâÂ
You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you werenât used to such brightness.
Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls.Â
However, you didnât see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.
For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.
The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question.Â
Shit. You had been discovered.
âWait!â One of the men yelled, but you didnât stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side.Â
Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.
âGot her!â he yelled back to other men. âItâs a girl! Sheâs here!âÂ
You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair.Â
The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.
âFuck!â he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you.Â
But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground.Â
âNo!â you started to scream and sob. âPlease! Let me go!âÂ
Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someoneâs lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest.Â
As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite.Â
âSsh, itâs okay,â the man who held you crooned. âItâs gonna be fine, Y/N.âÂ
Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name.Â
A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. âWeâre not here to hurt you.â
That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.
âI-Isagi?âÂ
He hummed. âItâs me, Y/N. Barouâs holding you, by the way.âÂ
In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name.Â
âHey, Y/N.âÂ
âItâs the boys from the football team,â Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will.Â
âH-how did you find me?â The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. âC-can you get this fucking thing off my head?âÂ
Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage.Â
Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock teamâs co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barouâs jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.
The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare.Â
Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reoâthe former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman.Â
At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barouâs crotch. He didnât react beyond a low hiss of, âQuit it,â those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back.Â
âWhy did you kidnap me?â you demanded off the bat. âHow did you find me? What are you going to do with me?âÂ
Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt.Â
âWe⊠donât know.âÂ
Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.
âYou donât know?â you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. âYou donât know where youâre taking me. What youâre planning to do with me. You donât know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You donâtââ
âItâs because you have a bounty on your head.â
Rinâs voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.
âI⊠what?âÂ
On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation.Â
âAfter you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, itâs uh⊠well, Y/N⊠youâre the last woman alive from our college.âÂ
You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes.Â
All your lecturers⊠your friends⊠your cheerleading gangâŠÂ
âAre they all gone?â The boys didnât comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears.Â
Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. âIâm sorry, Y/N. Thatâs the truth.âÂ
Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. âThe authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you backâdead or aliveâwould receive two million yen.â
The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar.Â
You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.
âSo, youâre either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?âÂ
Your heavy question was met with silence.Â
Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. âActually⊠we have a better plan.âÂ
Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rinâs scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, âIdiotâ under his breath.
The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say wasâno surprise thereâReo himself.
âItâs a good plan! Sheâs still healthy,â he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming.Â
âThe virus shouldâve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions⊠I really think we should give it a shot.â
The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barouâs arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.
âIt could work,â Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too wellâthat calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies.Â
Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the carâs water-stained ceiling. âDo you think that would be legal for us to do?âÂ
âWe have to keep her hidden.â Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. âThe authorities canât know that we have a woman with us or weâd be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.â
You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. âWhat do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?âÂ
Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.
âShit,â someone muttered in the front.Â
âGive her some water.âÂ
It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply.Â
He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death.Â
âWe donât want to hurt you,â Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. âWe actually want to keep you safe. Thereâs been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.â
You shouldâve known the groupâs appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his wayâwhether with professors or girlsâbut a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times.Â
âYes, Y/N.â Rinâs sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. âWe have our old frat houseânobody comes by there anymore. Weâll keep you safe there and you can rest.âÂ
It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with youâwanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement.Â
âThereâs more,â you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. âYouâre not telling me the real reason.âÂ
Men were never good liarsâthat much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.
âWell?â you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. âWhat do you want from me? Whatâs the catch?âÂ
Reo was quick to turn your question around. âWhat? Thereâs no catchââ
âThere is.â It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. âThere is a catch. We shouldnât lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.âÂ
You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.
âItâs not about rewards or moneyâitâs about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N⊠we want you to carry one of our babies.âÂ
You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep.Â
âHm,â he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. âGood morning, angel.âÂ
Reoâs husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morningâs glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. âCâmon, sweetheart. Itâs Rinâs turn with you today.âÂ
Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: âMaybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see whoâs strong enough to knock me up.âÂ
You meant those words as a joke, but when Reoâs shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with.Â
âDonât say such things youâll regret, sweetheart,â he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. âOr, the boys wonât stop until you give each one of us a baby.âÂ
You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reoâs shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking.Â
Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldnât take any chances.Â
Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. âDonât laze around too much like NagiâIâm making breakfast.âÂ
In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly.Â
âMorning, beautiful,â he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms.Â
âMorning, Meguru,â you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late.Â
That didnât stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachiraâs hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw.Â
Meguru hadnât been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi calledâready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town.Â
Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers.Â
âItâs getting bad out there, right?âÂ
Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. âUm. Yeah. Whyâd you ask, princess?âÂ
Because I havenât seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldnât be too ungrateful. They didnât let you out for fear of someone catching sight of youâthatâs why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.
They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didnât want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away.Â
Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace.Â
âNothing,â you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. âJust curious, sâall.âÂ
âHmm.â Bachiraâs hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reoâs bigger t-shirt. âYou smell like him,â he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. âThat stupid rich boy.âÂ
âDonât tell me youâre jealous,â you tried not to smirk, but failed.Â
âNah.â Bachiraâs fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reoâs ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. âI was waiting for my turnâcanât believe I have to share you with those bastards.â You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort.Â
âI love how sensitive you are, baby.âÂ
Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting.Â
Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rinâs day with you.Â
âMeguruââ
âI know, I know,â he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. âYouâre emo Itoshiâs tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.â Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. âBut, canât we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?âÂ
You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almostâuntil you heard Isagiâs voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.
âHey. Whatâre you both doing?âÂ
While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didnât stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name.Â
âWhatâs it look like? Iâm trying to fuck her.âÂ
You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego.Â
But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. âI think she⊠she likes it.âÂ
Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire.Â
Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle.Â
âLift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.âÂ
âYes, captain,â Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reoâs sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples.Â
âShit,â Isagi breathed, and you didnât miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. âThey look so perfect and pointy.âÂ
Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. âHuhâit really is. Reo mustâve prepped her nicely for us.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reoâs curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didnât seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylightâin fact, Reo looked like he didnât feel anything.Â
He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. âSo, are we finally doing it?âÂ
âHmm.âÂ
Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachiraâs tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kissâif it could even be called thatâwas sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers.Â
Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations.Â
âMmâcan see her moving her hips,â Isagiâs lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. âCheck how wet she is Meguru.âÂ
Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit.Â
As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry.Â
âMeguru,â you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices.Â
âI donât think she can wait anymore,â Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. âIsagiââ
âIâll go first.âÂ
Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldnât keep your eyes off Isagiâs intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat.Â
âTease her clit again,â he ordered, and Bachira playfully said,Â
âYes, captain.âÂ
Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions.Â
âMeguru⊠YoichiâŠâ
Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips.Â
Your vision was purely dominated by Isagiâs increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touchâŠÂ
âY-Yoichi.âÂ
As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. âRemove her shorts⊠hold her open while I eat her out.âÂ
Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.
Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on.Â
You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you.Â
Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs.Â
But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way.Â
The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air.Â
âYoichiâŠâ you breathed.Â
Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again.Â
Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didnât realise the group of spectators they were attracting.Â
From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glareâtainted with jealousyâdirected towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity.Â
Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core.Â
âMeguââ you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss.Â
âTch. Youâre all such fucking horndogs.â Rinâs grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears.Â
â... youâre not complainingâŠâÂ
âShut upâŠâÂ
A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow.Â
âYouâre getting bored, Princess?âÂ
Without missing a beat, you shook your head. âN-no, âIchi. Mmâsorry.âÂ
He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. âHere you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and youâre focusing on the other boys. Just admit that youâre a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.âÂ
You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up.Â
âM-Meguruâ!âÂ
âCome on, who wants to fuck her first,â he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. âSheâs ready for a baby.âÂ
You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachiraâs handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air. Â
âMe.â A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After allâa King always went first.
As one of the bigger guys, Barouâs physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies.Â
You felt Bachiraâs warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoeiâs toned thighs pressed against your rear.Â
He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply.Â
âYou ready, pretty?âÂ
Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team.Â
You werenât going to lieâyou had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with youâthe pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off.Â
Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. âThere you go, baby. Taking me so well.âÂ
His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you.Â
Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you.Â
Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.
For a split second, you felt bad for himâRin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It wouldâve made you mad on his behalf if you werenâtâ
âOw!âÂ
A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barouâs lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck.Â
âDid I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.â
From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.
The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barouâs deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barouâs cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth.Â
Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldnât stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum.Â
Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brimâyour first load of the day taken like a champ.
Shoei hadnât let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance.Â
You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rinâs impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss.Â
âFucking whore,â he whispered into the heat of your mouth. âLetting the other boys feel you up when itâs my turn with you today. Whereâs your shame?âÂ
Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barouâs cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which couldâve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue.Â
âRin,â you hiccuped, and he hummed.Â
âTake me deeper, baby.âÂ
His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep.Â
âMhpmh!â Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rinâs fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height.Â
âGood girl,â Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. âYouâre really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.âÂ
âMhmmâŠâ your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle.Â
âFucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,â the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it.Â
His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasnât fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm.Â
You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.
You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price.Â
âRinâŠâ you gurgled past his fingers. âMhmmmore.âÂ
âMore?â he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.
The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rinâs reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.
He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.
Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldnât wait to fuck you.
The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rinâs arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men.Â
There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile.Â
Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigamiâs darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face.Â
âOpen up for me, pretty girl,â Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag.Â
The both of them were bigâfar too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.
âSsh, ssh,â Rin whispered into your hair. âRelax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.â
With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rinâs long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air.Â
Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you.Â
âHold me, sweetheart. Hold it,â the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywireâyour pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions.Â
One of your hands was buried in Rinâs hair, and another was perched on Kunigamiâs thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat.Â
Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more.Â
âFucking hurry it up, Rin,â Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. âI need to cum in her.âÂ
Rin grunted, returning the other strikerâs glare with a hostile one of his own. âShut the fuck upâlet me have this with her.â Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.
Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other menâs deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rinâs balls on your ass.Â
The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he wouldâve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace.Â
You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigamiâs precum and his own excitement.Â
âIâm close,â you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. âGâna cum, Rin-Rinâfuck, donât stop, please donât stop.â
He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. âCum for me, baby. Make a messâshow the other guys how much you love my cock.âÂ
Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.
âOh! Ugh, Rinâ!âÂ
Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rinâs face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb.Â
You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigamiâs lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.
âIâm here next, okay, baby?â His tender tone didnât prepare you for how his cock stretched you out.Â
âToo big,â you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. âYouâre t-too big.â
âYeah?â He kissed your tears away. âArenât you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?âÂ
His words ignited a flame right in your lower bellyâmaking you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other menâs releases staining the bed underneath you.Â
As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didnât expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more.Â
But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrilyânone more so than Reo.Â
One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.
âYou really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,â Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. âWe could eat you wholeâyou fucking little slut.â
âSo pretty,â Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement.Â
The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him.Â
âRaise her up a little bit, Ren.âÂ
Kunigami obeyed Reoâs orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensukeâs headlock.Â
But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigamiâs loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.
You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensukeâs chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reoâs mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.
âSheâs drooling,â Nagi drawled, catching their attention.Â
Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you.Â
The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throbâeven those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mindâs eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.
You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasnât for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered youâa pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.
Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigamiâs own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.
Like clockwork, another cock filled youâthis time it was Reoâs againâand your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.
âDisgusting,â someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.
Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.
Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldnât take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.
âHey, Princess,â the golden-eyed menace cooed. âDid you think we would forget about you?âÂ
You felt the bed dip, and Isagiâs face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day.Â
âYoichi,â you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. âMâso tired.â
âI know, pretty girl, I know,â the dark-haired man whispered. âBut, Meguru and I havenât had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?â He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. âYou wouldnât want us to not fuck you after youâve already taken everyoneâs cock, right? Youâre not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?â
âFucking twisted weirdo,â you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.
As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder.Â
âHowâre you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?â He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. âYouâre a fucking nympho, babyâso needy for our cocks.â
âShut up,â you groaned in between Yoichiâs hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that.Â
Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the wayâmaking you fall head over heels for Yoichiâs mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge.Â
Isagiâs ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.
By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of youâgetting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.
The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachiraâs grasp and rolling you into his arms.
âOut,â Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. âLeave me and Y/N alone.â
The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combinedâthe lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.
Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichiâs devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that couldâve frozen over Hellâs fires.
âOut, Itoshi.âÂ
The younger man countered his superiorâs glare with a mutinous one of his own.Â
âWhoâs to say you wonât hurt her?â Rinâs nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. âWe canât trust you with her.â
Isagi snorted. âIf you want to watch, be my guest. Iâll fuck her so good sheâll forget about you assholes.â
The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasnât just your body they wantedâeach of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of.Â
You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safeâeven watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you.Â
Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagiâs attention.Â
The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didnât take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.
Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.
âI donât even need to make you wet, baby,â he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. âYouâre already so stretched out for me.â
Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.
âYou okay, baby?â He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. âOkay. Are you ready?âÂ
You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. âRin?âÂ
âMâhere,â the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. âIâll make sure you get your rest afterwards.â
You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close.Â
âHeyâfocus on me, sweetheart.â
Isagiâs hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. âGood girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.â
He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagiâs pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other menâs cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.
ââIchi,â you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. âI-Iâm close.âÂ
Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him.Â
Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldnât breathe when you started to chant his name.
ââIchi, âIchi,â you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. âK-Kiss me, âIchi.âÂ
He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasnât in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.
You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.
He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didnât want to take itâhe was stuck with the consequences of his actions.Â
âYoichi,â you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. âI love you, âIchi.âÂ
âYeah?â Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. âSay it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.â
âI love you,â your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. âI love you!âÂ
âFuck,â Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rinâs own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jawâright above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.
 ââIchi,â you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.
âYoichi⊠âIchi⊠Yoichi!â you cried out his name as your body gave one final pushâyour release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.
You thought you mightâve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.
Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.
âBaby?â Rinâs voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoonâwatching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.
âWhat time is it?â you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigamiâs oversize t-shirt and Rinâs boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.
Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones.Â
âYou slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.âÂ
You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didnât deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.
If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadnât expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.
You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul.Â
As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football teamâs arms.
this new illustration isâŠâŠ uni student kuroo dropping by to check on nekoma 3rd year student kenma and karasunoâs 2nd yearsâŠâŠ.. haikyuu you will always be my everything