ℳ𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓎

18+

Context: She only seems to call him when she wants something, the only thing she expects from him is immediate attention. Izuku is just a bank and quick f**k to her. Not in an established relationship, but a situationship that she’s in control of. Izuku loves it here though, and he has almost no self respect.

Izuku was a panting mess once he rolled off of you, his hand was over his eyes and his lips kept trembling from pure relief. You had f**ked him dry, and he loved it. Wanted to reach over for more when you put your hand on his chest to push him back into the bed. He could only whine and pout, sitting up with his elbows as he watched you get to your feet, legs all shaky but you still attempted to get dressed.

“Oh come on,” he whined, “after all that you’re still finding the energy to move?” He wanted to cuddle so badly, aftercare was one of his big signs of affection, but you weren’t having it. You got off the bed, knotless braids flipping over your shoulder as you slipped your dress on and your shoes, standing in front of your mirror and fixing your makeup. “I already told you how this goes,” you say to him, looking at him through the mirror as he fully sat up, “you don’t ask or demand for more time together.” Izuku huffed, it was super clear he hated this idea, he always did this whenever you prepared to leave. Complain and cry and beg for you to stay just a little longer!

Once you were done you turned to him, staring with a smirk on your thick glossy lips, phone in your hand and tilting your head right. His sweat riddled body made your knees weak, and part of you wanted to climb him again so badly, but you had to put a restriction on yourself. Instead, you push your phone out further with a sweet smile, “I need that Uber Izu,” he didn’t hesitate, opening his own phone and calling you the most expensive uber around, then, he got off the bed and slipped some shorts on, grabbing you your bag and anything else you may have left about. He took up his robe so he could walk you out but per usual, you denied his company, putting your bag on your shoulder and then kissing his cheek, just to be a little more sweet. “Bye Midoriya,” “b-bye! Text me when you get home?” “Mhm! I will,” but you never do, and you leave while he has to watch you walk to the elevator from his door.

You were not dating, Izuku Midoriya. No, you weren’t his escort either, you were simply a woman he met at a function that he took interest in, but you never fully committed yourself to him as it was not your style to date at the moment. You were more of an open person, an Instagram Model that spent your days testing different products and modeling for different brands, and your nights partying in clubs or out drinking with friends. No time for a boyfriend, let alone a husband.

Izuku was just convenient. Whatever you wanted he got you, regardless of the price. And if you needed just a little bit of extra cash, he gave it, never asked you anything. You loved it that way, and he did too, for the first month, then he started to become lonely and sought you out for more than just some quick sex and small dates. He wanted a real partner out of you, and you just kept denying.

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Like every time you needed something, all you had to do was text him one word and he got the memo. Izuku was on patrol, hardly paying attention to his comms when a ringing met his ear, a special ringtone he only had for you. The way he quickly stopped flying to park up on a building to answer you made his partners look back with confusion and fury. “H-hey honey! What’s up?!”

Your voice came over, sweet like honey and so soft, you were out shopping. “Izuku baby, I need 5k.” You whined, and his heart stopped. His eyes lit up as he fumbled about on the building, blushing and smiling, “love, right now? I’m kind of busy at the moment, how bad do you need it?” He heard when you kissed your teeth and he could tell you rolled your eyes, “like right nowww! I’m trying to buy something and I really need my hair done when I’m finished.” He sighed softly, but the idea of you in a new braided hairstyle or some bomb wig made his toes curl. He’d pay millions just to see that.

“Alright love, give me 5 minutes okay? I’ll let my assistant—“ “okay bye!” You end the call before he could even get out an, “I love you,” but he was still smiling like a child on Christmas.

It was when Dynamite landed next to him and smacked Izuku on the arm with this smirk that the pro hero was brought back to the present, and that was the fact that he was still on patrol. “Who the f**k got you all distracted while at work huh?” Izuku blushed, fanning his hand and getting back to the ground to walk side by side with Dynamite and Shoto. His reaction only made Dynamite more smug, reaching for his hair to ruffle it, “damn dog. That your imaginary girl you always talk about?!”

Dynamite mocked, shaking his head when Izuku paused his walking to stare at the sky, like he was looking at something. Shoto shrugged at his behavior, but before he could speak Dynamite once again spoke for the both of them, “bring her to the hero event! Since she’s so important she could call you while at work! Unless it’s just your mother and you’re a liar.” He jabbed, snickering under his breath because for as long as he’s known the hero, Izuku has mentioned a girl one time, but he never had proof of said girl. No pictures, not even her social. Nobody believed him.

Izuku saw hearts. It would be great if he could really bring you out to the hero event this weekend, he’d get to show you off and prove to his friends that he was not faking romantic calls with his mom, which would be so frickin weird by the way. He can show them you were real!

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“No,” your sharp voice came through the other end as Izuku moved about his kitchen, making himself fettuccine alfredo. He had just stepped in from work and he was so hungry he forgot he didn’t have leftovers, so here he was, making himself a quick dinner while he plead with you over the phone to come to this event with him.

“Oh come on baby please! I promise it’ll be fun, there’s like a bunch of other people you might know there!” Izuku flinched, oh yeah, he never told you that he was a hero. So his comment might have completely thrown you off. You raise your brows and look at your freshly done nails, taking a picture for Pinterest before you turn back to your phone. “Izuku who the f**k would I know at your damn work event?” He sighed deeply, sometimes you were just so stubborn!

“Um…” he paused, trying to think of something. Anything. “Many people in Japan, damn it I don’t know! It’s so popular I’m sure one or two of your friends would be there!” You kiss your teeth, getting off of your bed and on to your computer so you could edit your newest vlog. “You’re like, talking out your ass,” you tell him, sipping the matcha strawberry he had ordered for you. “Baby please,” Izuku begged, and then an idea came to mind.

If you wouldn’t come to him, he’d make you. Izuku placed his chicken in the oven and walked to the kitchen island, sitting down slowly so he could really think of how he’d put this over. “If you can’t make it that’s fine,” his tone of voice made you raise a brow, half glaring at your phone but focuses on your computer. “Uh-huh?” “Yup!” Izuku faked a sigh and made his voice all shaky, “guess I’ll just need to invite my ex instead. She’s the perfect person to show off to my friends anyway.” His comment threw you all the way off. You thought you were the only one he was talking to.

And he’s never mentioned any ex, so, what ex?

Izuku faked another sigh, “yeah she is definitely a beauty.” “What ex?” You snapped, eyes darting from your computer screen to the phone. For someone that didn’t want an official title, you were surely reacting like you were actually his. Izuku smirked, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. To top it off, he added one last snarky comment, “might bring her back to my place.” You stopped breathing, biting your lip and pausing for a second before you figured it out. “You’re lying.” Izuku couldn’t help it, he let his giggle out and he cheesed so hard, “yeah. You were threatened weren’t you? I thought this wasn’t that serious to you!”

You completely ignore his comment, pouting and looking through your closet, not liking this game very well.

“What do you want me to wear?” His eyes lit up and he couldn’t help but cover his mouth to stop his laugh from echoing. Putting his hand on his thigh and staring at his stove. “We can go shopping for a new dress tomorrow. And you can get dressed over here Saturday night.”

That did sound nice, so with a small smile you agreed and nodded. “Really? Okay that sounds good.” “Sounds, incredible. Now send me a picture of your new braids baby, I wanna see,” and so you do.

Pt. 2

Part one can be found here! <3

Pairings: Yuta/reader, Nanami/reader, Megumi/reader, Choso/reader

Request by: @cutesycatzz

Context: 18+! Explicit, slight sexual aggression, slight manipulation, midnight ballerina activities! Best friend/best friend for Yuta. Arranged marriage for Megumi. Age gaps for Nanami/reader pairing. Swearing and different or similar scenarios for each character. Depends. :P

Choso’s part will be posted separately! Thank you all for the interactions and the readings, if you’d like to request anything else my asks are always open! :3

Nanami

He had just gotten off his last shift, and the weight of being overworked came crashing down on the sorcerer. All Nanami ever wanted was to have a normal job and a normal life, and the night shift of fighting curses took away from that normality he craved spending hours in the office during the day. He let out such a deep sigh as he grabbed his briefcase, loosening his shirt’s first button and preparing to head straight home. His coworkers however, had plans for him. Plans he didn’t know of.

At first he denied them, saying he had to water his plants and finish a book at home, and they mocked him, calling him an old man and a stuck up. Nanami was definitely a stuck up, but he didn’t like to hear it, ready to prove his younger mates wrong. “Fine, I can make it.” Why did he agree to this? With secret regret, he found himself in a strip club, looking at all the sweaty bodies that danced for tables and the loud crowd at the bar, he knew he didn’t belong there. Right as he made up an excuse that he got a call from his mother he saw you, this shy looking young thing, like you didn’t even belong there, but the skimpy matching leather costume you wore that hugged your plump body so well made his heart stutter.

Nanami averted his eyes so quickly at your still figure that stood in the far corner of the club, waiting on a table, bending ever so gracefully and giving the group of people their drinks. You were too far away to even cross paths with him anyways, and Nanami didn’t come here for whatever other services the club had to offer. He came to get a drink, and go home. He forced his head to the front and sat at the bar with his mates, ordering a drink to calm his heart. Once it was in his hand, he chucked it so quickly and slammed the damn thing so hard, his coworker was staring with his eyes all blown and concerned. “Damn! You really needed that drink huh?!” He yelled above the music. Nanami shrugged, getting himself another shot and staring off at nothing, allowing his silence to speak. He didn’t notice the coworker speak to a bottle girl that came from the back, slipping her some cash and smiling. And by the time he was on his third shot, the stressful feeling of life finally subsiding, the bottle girl was back at the bar, putting her slender hand on his strong shoulder and leaning in. “Come along big guy, there’s a private room reserved for you.” Nanami had like three drinks but that didn’t make him intoxicated, he was pretty sober compared to his coworkers, thinking this woman was trying to either rob him or mistook him for somebody else.

“I didn’t book a room,” he brushed her hand off, turning his head away when his coworker raised his brows. That was when it clicked, and Nanami’s face was hot from embarrassment. “You did not,” he grumbled, the younger man laughed and slapped a hand on his back, though that hurt. “Go! Have funnnn~! It’s my treat to you Mr. Hard Worker!” Shit. Nanami didn’t want to be rude, so he was gonna get this over with. Waste the girl’s time and his mate’s money. His loss anyway. Who told him that the sorcerer wanted a girl on his arm tonight? He followed the bottle girl up some stairs, heading deeper into the building, some rooms came up, each thick blackout curtain that walked by made his hair stand on edge, and he can only imagine that some random guy was up in there getting it on. She finally brought him to the room at the very end, the curtains were a deep shade of red, and when he walked it in smelt like a Victoria’s Secret perfume house. His breath hitched at the giant heart shaped bed with light pink sheets and red pillows, no toys were in view, a mirror was on the ceiling and a bathroom door linked to the right.

He walked further in, shoes on red fluffy carpet, sitting on the bed and gripping his knees to force himself to relax. He’s not going to do a damn thing, he told himself, he’s not here for that. “Let’s get this over with and go home,” he whispered to himself. Before the woman left, she flashed him a wink and her glossy red lips broke out into a big smile, “your friend ordered you our newest girl. She’s pretty young but she’s fresh. Enjoy.” Then she left, the curtains chiming when she did. Nanami cleared his throat and wiped his forehead. New? Young? How young?

The wait took 10 minutes before you came walking in, a nervous look on your face while you clung to your arms and closed the thick curtains behind you, eyes glossing over his thick muscly arms and thighs, eyes on his attire, immediately clocking that he definitely had money. Nanami recognized you from earlier and he mentally slapped himself. “You’re young,” was the first thing he told you, which made you smile and shyly walk over, hips swaying as you approached, costume changed, the latex bra and panties you were matched the sheets, pink and bubbly, with a white garter on your thigh and white strap up kitten heels. “And you look 30,” you counter, standing directly in front of him now, tilting your head and putting your hand on your hip. Nanami struggled to look up, a part of him felt like he was definitely going to break, with the heavy attraction he had for you the moment he saw you, this must really be a gift from the Gods if you were the one chosen for him tonight.

“I’m 27,” he corrects you, glasses reflecting your smirking face at him. He thought you were shy, maybe that was just his perception of you. You push into his chest and get on top, but his hands flew to your hips to stop you. “What’s wrong?” You ask, “not in the mood?” Nanami shook his head, opening his mouth as his cheeks turned red, “no, you’re a very attractive young lady. No doubt,” he says, reaching up to loosen his collar, “it’s just. I didn’t come for…this. My coworkers they set me up.” You nod, leaning back to just sit on him. “Oh…” your French tip nails pat against your cheek as you think of the next move.

“They paid for any service you want,” you tell him, “but if you don’t want to do anything that’s fine with me.” Nanami seemed relieved, but part of him was starting to want to take it back. He leaned up some more, hesitation on his face, “what exactly can I do here?” You laugh a little, now you were being shy, looking down at your laps and then back at him, “whatever you want. Oral, handjobs, I can dance for you if you don’t want to do anything sexual.” He tilts his head so he could look at you, “I’d feel like a predator if I did anything sexual with you,” he confessed, biting his lip and trying to keep the distance between your bodies.

“Why?” You questioned, closing the gap between you. Nanami’s eyes flicker from your breasts to your face, “you don’t even look like you belong here,” he breathed out, fingers twitching on your hips now, slowly rubbing you up and down. You give him a cute smile, reaching for his hand and slowly grinding down on him. “I’m not that young,” you tell him, “I’m 21,” and you leaned down, kissing him full on the lips, while he fully returned it, pressing his hand into your head to bring you closer before you pull away, “but I’m a virgin.” He physically cringed, looking at you with his lips all wet and mouth open like you just cursed him out.

“Oh I’m not doing this–“ “No it’s okay!” You grab him by the chin, turning him back with this sexy look on your face. “I’m not new to any of this but, I just need to disclose it before we go any further. In case you want to…,” you run your hands up his shirt and pull him in closer. Nanami shuddered under your touch, the strong smell of roses engulfed his nose. Something about how confident you were as you grinded against him made him so weak in the knees, he started forgetting what his initial plans were, and he began to make his coworker’s money worth it. He doesn’t know how you managed to do it, but one second you were straddling him, kissing him and taking his shirt off, the next you were above him, hands nestled on his chest like they belonged there as you sank your wet c*nt on to his d*ck. He was grunting, head thrown back with his grip on your hip getting harder.

He looked up to see the mirror and watched just how well you were able to take him, glasses all cocked and riding off his face when he saw himself fully sheathed in you. He slowly gulped, looking back at your face to see the pain that etched across your features. He immediately started going soft, reaching up to hold your face so he could comfort you. Already ready to tell you, you don’t have to go further, but you grabbed his thick wrist and pushed it back into the bed, pressing your lips to his jaw and chin. Telling him in stuttered breaths that you were fine, just needed time. Nanami was breathing hard by the time you started to move again, his head hit the soft pillow and he hiked his legs up, for a first timer, you were really riding his d*ck well. You looked down at him, moaning softly and pressing your hands to your neck.

Nanami’s glasses were completely off, somewhere near his head when his hazel eyes met yours and he sat up, his large hands reach over to grab you, smacking your ass once before he grabbed you from underneath and fully brought you on to him and closer, guiding your hips as you f**ked him silly. He was a moaning mess, tilting his head in every direction just to see you take him, slamming you up and down his shaft and smacking your ass every 5 minutes. No longer were you bouncing in his laps, he was f**king up and into you with your ti**y in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and gasping at how well you were taking him.

So much for a night of just drinking.

Megumi

You and Megumi have been really close friends because of your parents’ friendship. Such good friends that when you found out you were arranged to marry him, both of you were significantly pissed and stopped being friends for a good amount of your childhood, until you picked up back during your teenage years. He never treated you like shit, never hated you, he just hated that his parents did him like that before they died. And after both of your parents’ deaths, Gojo continued to overlook your relationship, guiding the Fushiguro and preparing for the day you were to be man and wife.

Here you were now, tending to his wounds after he came home from hunting curses. He was bruised and scowling, not letting his eyes meet yours when you tied a gauze around his arm a little too tightly. Angry that he was coming back more bloodied and bruised like every night. In your shared home that Gojo made you get because the older man said he would wed you two soon, you smacked the injured arm once done and shoved his hand away from you. Megumi stared at you with a blank face, biting his lip a little and holding his arm. “Thanks—” “Don’t you dare thank me.” You hiss, getting up and going to the kitchen so you could get him some water.

“This is the last time you come home looking like a hot ass mess,” you bite, “I remembered two months ago when you weren’t home at all. You didn’t hit me up in a week. I thought you were dead,” Megumi kissed his teeth. There you go again, complaining like his mother about his safety. “I told you, Shibuya was under a heavy attack. I couldn’t come home even if I wanted to! You think I wanted to lead the enemy right to you?” He said as he stood and walked up behind you, watching you angrily pour his glass.

“Y/n…” he reached to touch you but you pushed him back with your elbow, putting the glass on the counter and tearing up. “It’s not okay!!” You screamed at him, “you’re not hearing me when I say I thought that you were GONE! You’re all I have left!! What if you died too huh?!” He crossed his arms and watched you crash out on him, taking every shove and curse word on the chin. He let you scream and cry before he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest as you sobbed, it was clear that his lifestyle was taking a toll on you and he didn’t know how to keep your head up. Megumi walked you back to the living room to sit on the couch, cradling you in his arms as you clung to him. He can’t tell you that this won’t happen again, that’s a lie.

When you were fully calm, you looking into his dark eyes and reached for his face, gently touching it. “I understand why you have to work.” You confess as he wiped your tears, “I just hate that it’s you out there.” “I get it. Really,” he pressed his lips to your own, running his tongue on your lip before he pulled away and kissed your forehead. “Tell me how I can make it up to you and I will.” You sniff, cuddling into his chest more, “well…first you gotta stop coming home that injured,” Megumi nods, playing with your hair. “I mean I can only try,” he explains, earning a kiss on the neck from you. “Next you can take a bath with me.” He eyed you, and his heart was in his throat. “Hm?” He questioned, confused but flustered.

It’s pretty obvious at this point, but your arranged marriage didn’t bear hatred. Yes, it started off rough but that was because you were young. Neither of you understood how beneficial this was, and you didn’t know you’d eventually start crushing on each other in your teenager years, which solidified your love for one another. Now in your early twenties, Megumi has never done anything with you other than kisses, and the occasional hand jobs, but nothing more. He knew that the day would definitely come when you would get married and he’d be able to claim you fully. The very thought of having you like that made his toes curl, so when you suggested a bath together of course he was nervous.

You hardly see each other naked like that, and you have never been naked together in such close proximity. “A bath is fine,” he croaked, but he was scared. He just hoped he wouldn’t disrespect you. When you drew the bath Megumi was already there, a towel around his waste and watching you add your favourite lemon scented bath wash to the tub. He took deep breaths when you stood up and removed your robe, getting into the sud filled bath and sinking into it. The bubbles covered your sensitive parts, hair soaked and wet. The water was so warm you felt like you could sleep right there. “Are you coming?” He got hard just by the question, thoughts on another kind of coming and inched his way over, getting into the bath with his back turned and once he was fully submerged he faced you.

He watched you swim over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him; he happily engaged as well, returning your kiss and placing his hands on your waist, but only to keep your body at a distance away. You seemed to notice he was trying to keep a respectful distance, so just to tease him, you kissed his jaw in slow motion, then you placed your hands on his waist. Megumi flinched and leaned his head left, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths when you started getting even closer, his guard was fully dropped. No longer can he keep you at an arm’s length.

He felt your bare p***y on him and his eyes flew right open, looking up at you with a flushed face and heavy eyes. You return his look, moving your hand from his injury to his hair and pushing his bangs out of his face. “Handsome baby,” you teased, reaching into the tub to grab a wash cloth, slowly you ran your hands over his body and began to clean him. Megumi moaned with every movement your body did, breasts flushed against his chest, he felt your n*pples get hard and tried not to look. Instead forcing himself to focus on you washing him just so he didn’t react. “You’re quiet. Is your cut hurting?” You asked, gently running the cloth on his neck and then down his back, still straddled in his laps. Megumi’s hands trembled when he reached for your lower back and brought you in closer, nose pressed against your wet tummy.

“No…” he looked up, his eyes met with your left boob and he couldn’t help it. “You’re doing something to me,” he confessed, fingers ghosting over your ass when you stopped moving, making you grind against his already hard c*ck. “Mmm.” He restrained, gripping your hips to pull you closer. You tangle your fingers in his hair to get his attention, and he looked up with a bright pink blush on his face. “Good,” you whisper, leaning in and kissing him. Megumi immediately started recounting all of the advice Gojo had given him about the bedroom, and his slid his fingers down your stomach so he could play with your c*it. You arch into his hand instantly, moaning his name and putting your hand on his neck so you could lean in to suck on his veins.

He grunts, gasping and sucking on your shoulder to return the favor. Your grinding and whines weren’t making this any better, and the heat of this water seemed to make you extra slick. Megumi stopped playing with your c*it to squeeze your left boob, looking into your eyes and gripping below your thighs. “You want this?” He asked, grinding his hot c*ck directly against your weeping c*nt. He didn’t expect you to mewl and nod so quickly, “f**k yes, need that so bad,” he looked at how tightly you were gripping his hand and lifted your legs up and over his hips, getting on his knees and pressing you against the wall of the tub. “You know what this means right?” He whimpered, rubbing the tip against your tight hole, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Yeah, I know what it means Gumi,” you whisper, opening your eyes to look at him, encouraging him with a kiss. He was hesitant at first, but if you wanted him that bad who was he to deny you?

He aligned himself and gently pushed against your c*nt, watching you gasp and bite on your lip, feeling your tight walls surround him. His hips stilled and he bit down so hard his jaw went stiff. Every inch in he watched you squirm and it made him want to stop, but you kept saying, “keep going.” So he did. Once he was fully in, pulled back out to push in again, he could feel how warm you were, fighting not to bust just from how tight you were gripping. “Let up,” Megumi grunted, hips stuttering when he kept thrusting, holding your legs open and watching as you clung around his neck and moaned in his ear. “You’re too tight, please,” his voice shakes, “I’m gonna cum if you keep sucking me in like tha—” your moans cut him off and his hips stilled again. Lifting his head to kiss you deeply in hopes he would distract you and shut you up.

It seemed to work, the moment you were focusing on his lips and you stopped clenching down, your walls seemed to loosen just a bit, but it was enough for him to keep moving, gripping your thighs harder and immediately picking up the pace. The water ripples around the two of you, but once he found his rhythm you seemed to both forget that you were in a tub. Some spillage had occurred, but everytime he felt you slipping from him he picked you up by the thighs just to keep going to town on your poor p***y, letting out rough angry noises from his throat with how well you seemed to be taking him, whispering how much he loved you, and how he couldn’t wait to finally marry you.

Bathroom sex quickly became his favourite place to f**k.

Yuta

Yuta is your best friend. The only man you’ve ever let kiss your cheek so casually and allowed to cuddle in your bed, and as your closest friends it wouldn’t come as a surprise that he knows all of your dirty secrets. Including the silly ones you classified as a secret too, like the fact that you were a virgin. Yuta sat there and watched you lie to your girlfriends. He was hardly listening at first, yapping it up with Inumaki and Panda when he heard you say it, false words he would surely know the answer to. He knows everything there is to know about you already anyways!

“Who me? I’m not a virgin,” you tell them slyly, a proud smirk on your face. Kasumi, Nobara and Maki are all proudly smiling, clapping their hands and teasing you as you grin so wide, Yuta was squinting. “You go girl! When did you lose it?” Nobara asked, cheekily nudging you to the rib. You shrug, pretending to find interest in the rings on your hand. “Ehh, like two years ago. Ex boyfriend,” you stick your tongue out and make a sick face, indicating he was a bad lover, but your ex, some guy from highschool, had never even gotten third base with you. He’s only ever kissed you, and Yuta would know! He was there!

Maki didn’t seem to believe you, but she was proud regardless, slapping her hand on your back and then patting your head, “atta girl!” You were a cheesing mess, not seeing Yuta heavily glaring at the back of your head. When the day was over and you were all exhausted, you bid your friends goodbye, walking to Yuta’s place to spend the night, something you did whenever you could. Yuta didn’t initiate convo like he usually did, instead he was kicking the rocks beneath his feet and giving you the side eye; you had no idea he was secretly pissed at you.

Once you made it to his apartment and kicked off your shoes heading straight to his kitchen for the chicken katsu curry he made for himself, helping yourself to a serving, Yuta calmly removed his shoes and his gear, then his clothes, getting into more comfortable, looser home clothes. A giant tee and some baggy knee length joggers. You finally realized he was annoyed when you sat down to eat his dinner, halfway into the meal, his annoyed eyes met yours and you cocked your head. “Oh you’re mad,” you say, mouth full and tummy happy. Yuta rolls his eyes, grabbing a bottle of juice from the fridge and drinking it. “I am,” he says sitting opposite you at the dining table.

“Is it because I’m eating your curry? I thought you said you’d share!” Yuta smiled softly, but it didn’t meet his eyes, “it’s not the curry.” You shrugged and kept eating. “It’s because of your lie today. You’re not a virgin? When was this? Huh?” You choke on the food, coughing and catching your breath before you looked at him with wide eyes. “Woah, why is me lying about being a virgin bothering you?” He seemed to be so relived at that, and his reaction made you raise a brow. “So it was a lie. Why would you have to lie about that?” You completely ignore him, finishing your meal and standing to wash your dishes. “I really don’t have to explain shit to you,” you tell the man, washing your dishes as he sat there and stared at you.

He looked a little bit sad, and felt like he was arguing with his girlfriend, but he didn’t own that title for you. You look back to see him so sad and felt incredibly bad. Walking over and giving him a quick hug, “I’m sorry Yuta…I didn’t mean to snap at you okay?” He nodded, returning the hug and passing his hand over your lower back. Cheeks still flushed. “It’s just…if you want to not be a virgin so bad. I could’ve helped you.” You pause, looking up at him to see his entire face was red. Did he really just say that? Your entire face was hot with embarrassment, shoving him back by the chest a little too roughly. “Don’t make jokes like that,” you walked pass him to head to his couch and turn on the tv. A tingly feeling erupted between your thighs.

Yuta carefully walked over right when you sat down and sat beside you, his fingers inches away from your thigh. He was silent for a minute before he spoke again, now touching your knee with the tip of his fingers. “We’ve already done other things,” he nervously reminded you, cheeks getter pinker, making you look at him with wide eyes and clenched thighs. Yuta points to his mouth before fully putting his hand on your knee, like he was gonna pry it apart. “I’ve already given you head.” You shriek, covering your face and hitting his arm. It was one of the many secrets you kept just between you two, because as best friends, nobody would expect you to be sleeping together, and you weren’t, but you two have done a hell of a lot before it even got to that state.

“Why are you bringing this upppp?” You whine, clenching harder with your eyes closed. Yuta ran his hand up your thigh much further, brushing his tips against your dampening panties. “Because if you want to, I can be your first too. We can be each other’s.” He licked his lips, moving in closer, his c*ck twitching away in his pants. You moan softly, looking at him as he was now fully close to you, and hiking your skirt up. “Is this really for me or for you?” You whine, shuddering when you saw him dip down like a starved man and bite your lips through your panties. You flinch, “ow!” Smacking his head and glaring, but the wet patch got bigger. “Why’d you bite me?!” Yuta rubbed his head, “it wasn’t that hard!” “I’m still sensitive!” He apologizes, going back below to give you soft, long licks. You moan his name and place your leg over his shoulder, allowing him to get much deeper, sticking his nose in your co**hie so he could suck on your damp panties and lick your inner thigh.

Yuta had enough of that, pulling it to the side and staring at your slick slit with joy in his heart. He didn’t expect you to be that wet, but he’s glad you are. Sucking on his middle and index, he prepped his fingers before he easily slid them into your c*nt. You were already accustomed to feeling his fingers deep inside and kissing your cervix, but you yipped, feeling his soft tongue on your cl*t, with his lips wrapped around it. Sucking and flicking your bud like ice cream while he pumped his fingers in and out of you in slow painful strokes. You were a puddle beneath him, sobbing and caressing his face and dark hair when he didn’t let up.

He kept going, pulling off to run his tongue from your wet hole back up and repeating this action. He really behaved like he’s been neglected from being able to taste that p***y. He kept licking, taking his thumb to run circles of your cl*t just to torture you. You were squirming so bad he had to use his other hand to squeeze your thigh for punishment. You cried out his name and came right on his tongue, and he lapped that up, using his free hand to pinch and twist at your nipple from beneath your shirt. Then he pulled off, removing his pants and kicking them off, then he reached for your shirt and ripped it open, taking your bra and shirt off and throwing it with his bottoms. You were felt light, exhausted from cumming just once and thought that he wanted to cuddle naked now, reaching up to grab him when he gripped your wrist and flipped you on your stomach.

“Ah! Yuta! What’s your deal?” You questioned, legs shaking when you got to your knees and tried turning around. He pulled his heavy d*ck out and spat on it, lathering all 8 inches before he pulled you back and on to his c*ck. You moan upon contact, looking back at him and biting your lip, “damn just like that? You’re not gonna ask or nothing?”

Yuta stared at you before he reached down to give you a hard slap on your sore **t. You whimper when his hand lingered there, before he cupped your p**sy and slowly moved his hand up and off, dipping a finger inside in the process. “I’m gonna f**k you so hard, you’ll never forget your first time.” He spread your pretty part with his hand and reached over, spitting on it and watching his warm saliva trickle, before using his thumb to push it in your c*nt and around your juicy lips. “When I’m finished you don’t ever have to lie about being a virgin again,” Yuta placed soft kisses on your ass, but his words came out slow like a warning. He raised back up, stroking his d*ck as he thumbed your a**hole, watching you push back on nothing because you wanted more. “I don’t wanna hear about anyone else near my p**sy do you understand me?” His voice trembled, still fu**ing your ass. You nod, moaning softly and wiggling your hips closer to him like a b*tch in heat.

“I don’t believe you,” Yuta grumbled. “You belong to me, every inch of you, say it or you’re not getting this d*ck.” You let out a small mewl, looking back and spreading yourself, pushing up against his wet hot c*ck. “You, I’m yours Yuta. I don’t want anyone else, no other man,” you whisper but it was loud enough for him to hear. Satisfied with your answer he grabbed your hips to still you and pushed his co*k through to your tiny c*nt, watching as you writhed and screamed into his cushion as he took you. He didn’t even allow you to feel comfortable, and through the burning pain of being stretched he started thrusting, not even a minute into fully forcing his c**k inside. You were sobbing, turning your head back to tell him he was hurting you, but Yuta grabbed you by the head and shoved it back into the cushion. He picked up the pace, punishingly f**king you into the couch with one leg on the ground and his knee propped for balance.

When he slowed down after 5, he pulled out fully to watch as your cum dripped down your pu**y and moaned. Streaks of your clear stick and bits of blood dripped from his tip to his balls. He tapped your ass softly, “you okay bestie? You’re bleeding here,” you were unable to fully shake your head, still crying with your face planted. “Does it hurt? Huh?” He questioned, aligning his tip just to teasingly plunge it in and out in steady beats, repeating his question. “Does it? No one else can touch you like this though. No one else can f**k you like I do.” Every time he plugged his tip up he slid an inch further, more and more before he got back in the rhythm of having your c*nt. He slapped your ass with his heavy hand and gripped your waist to slam you up and down his c**k. Moving his hand to your neck to bring you up and into his chest as he kept his movements consistent, and you moaned his name for the neighbors to hear.

Another lovely request I’m so glad I get to fulfill!

“uhh, would you be okay with a scenario where itachi has to bodyguard reader who has a...idk. secret power that is being kept classified or something idk. or maybeeee...hmm...maybe reader is a really powerful healer, but in exchange they themselves are really fragile/ill/in pain all the time...” @ihearasong

Absolutely! So this idea has got me thinking of something medieval, a princess/knight AU of some sort but make it emotional and almost angsty.

Themes: angst, romance, forbidden love, limited time.

Warnings: gore, swearing, nudity!

Itachi has been your personal knight for as long as you could remember. He was selected on your 15th birthday, a young man from a noble clan that did not want to have the crown, instead, he would have rather protected it, and that’s where he protected you.

Not much older than you, Itachi was always by your side even when you didn’t want him to be there at first. He was there for suitors, meetings, doctor appointments that kept building up more and more. The older you got, the more your own blood was killing you. Your family knew you would eventually run out of time, your only use was to bring an heir, so they tried their hardest to marry you off, the issue was who they wanted you to be with.

You were a princess of the Otsutsuki Clan, one of the oldest clans to be on this Earth, never meant to really live among mortals but here you were, all because your great grandmother caught the eye of a moon deity. When you were born, the chakra that you possessed were far too great for your young body to handle and everyone in your family knew it. Hell, it took your mother the moment you popped out, not that the kingdom despised you. They just knew you would be great and powerful, but that ideology went downhill the moment you turned 13. The signs that you were not capable to wielding your strength were shown when you went sparing with Itachi in the courtyard.

Who told you to play with him in that manner? Your nose was bleeding when he was done using his sharingan to spar with you, and he was so badly injured he had to wear gauze to heal his eyes for weeks. You had ruined him, but yourself far worse, and you’ve been careful with the use of the rennigan since.

Now in your early twenties, all you ever did was make heavy decisions for your country, and await the day a good man would come and become your husband, when you eventually turn into the queen. And coronation day was just around the corner.

In his armor, Itachi walked the halls to your bedroom with slow steady steps. He had a message for you, but he wasn’t sure how you were going to take it, or if he even wanted to give it to you. Every time he’s sent to give you some letter of proposal it’s sickened him, but what can he do besides scowl. He chose this life for himself, he wanted to be a knight and he didn’t want to rule, because if he had just stuck to the life his parents were building him, he’d already be a prince. Maybe even your prince.

Itachi hesitated to knock on your door, listening intently to the fit of cough that echoed through the room. He didn’t want to give you this letter, especially not now. Not when you’ve gotten worse. They were treating you like livestock, and a deep part of him wasn’t having it. “Y/n,” he called your name, but he wasn’t supposed to do that. Your head was already up, eyes pinned at the door, you didn’t have it in you to call to him to come inside. Biting your lip, you slowly tried to get out of bed, “yeah?”

Itachi heard it in your voice. He knew you definitely didn’t wake up on the right side of the bed this morning. “A letter for you,” he tried to be normal about it regardless. If you saw him panic you would surely let go of your brave stature and crumble, and he never wanted to see you in such a state. You took too long to answer, he attempted to push the door in when you finally responded and said, “come in.” Itachi felt relief. When he entered the room he didn’t look at you right away, in case you were not properly clothed. He ran his hand up to his helmet to remove it fully, long black hair flowing over his shoulders as he kept his eyes bowed, his pretty lashes battering close.

“Are you dressed?” “Now you know even if I were not, there is nothing to see.” You teased, referencing to your flat chest. Itachi tries not look, the thoughts made him blush but he had to hold back any and all comments, instead he looked up and closed the door behind him, walked over to you and handed the letter in such a robotic way. You took the letter, smiling and seeing the familiar stamp of the Sungakure Kingdom. This letter could mean two things from your friendly allies, something political, or something romantic, which would still tie to politics but you get the point!

“I’ll read it later,” you tell him, e/c eyes meeting his black ones. Itachi looked away first so you couldn’t see the pain in them, instead gathering all his emotional strength to hold your hand and help you to your feet, walking you carefully to your bathroom. “You treat me like I am yours,” you whispered, knowing that the walls had ears and eyes. Like clockwork servants flooded into your room and the bath, removing your clothes in front of him, so he had to turn his back. “You are my princess, it’s my duty to care for you.” He responds like a trained dog, head down as the maids washed you carefully, and you remain silent, not wanting them to hear a peep of your conversation.

When your bath was done, and you were all dressed, your breakfast was served at your small table. One handmaid tasted every meal that had served you before you ate, making sure it was not poisoned. It was only protocol, your life was not nearly in any danger as you were beloved by your people, and if you had enemies they would be dead already. Itachi would’ve already made sure of that.

He remained by your side while you ate, ever silent, and when you were done you looked to him with large eyes so he could take your hand and walk you through the gardens, a routine you wanted to keep pushing for as long as you could still move your legs. You dismiss your servants, when you get there, hands tightly locked around Itachi’s to let them know you’d be alright, and without hesitation they left you with your knight.

You threaded the healthy wet grass with grace, flowy f/c dress touching every blade while your eyes trailed the variety of flowers your gardeners spent years tending to. Tapping his exposed hand gently you captured his attention, Itachi looked down at you when you made him pause the walk, a tightness in his throat when you opened the letter from earlier. “You don’t treat me like I am your princess, Itachi,” you tell him when you opened the letter, allowing silence to speak for the rest of your emotions, and not allowing him to defend himself. “Ah, this is from Prince Gaara,” you find a bench to sit, carefully reading some parts of the letter out loud to him, “he says hi…and he requests…there it is. My hand in marriage.”

Itachi’s eyes flick to the letter, but he forces himself to not react once more. F**k. Gaara was one prince of good nature you’d actually marry, unlike the many men you had rejected, and that wasn’t exactly great for Uchiha. You definitely deserved it, a good man that would care for you until the end, and that’s what Gaara would provide. You smiled so brightly at him as you set the letter down slowly to your side, e/c eyes on the tin shoes he wore. “You’re not gonna say anything?” You asked, reaching for his hand. Itachi remained still, “…no.”

It made you laugh a bit, getting on your feet so you could continue your walk. “I wish you would say something,” you quietly say, a heavy gust of wind comes from the west ruffling your short curls/waves. You reach up to touch your hair, flattening it before you proceeded to keep walking, when the pebbles started shaking. You hum, bending down and picking up a single one, “the ground’s shaking.” You tell him, shrugging and putting the pebble back down, but by the time you’re upright again you’re surrounded by you knights that didn’t wear your kingdom’s armor, and Itachi already has his sword drawn.

You were never one for conflict and you’ve hardly been in danger before, this might be the first time you’ve been so exposed, you don’t even know how to react. The first thing you attempted to do was to calm them down as if they were your loyal subjects, hands raised thinking they would let their guards down. “What is it that you want?” You question, voice unwavering and walking closer. The closest knight shifts, then he lowers his sword a bit, “we have orders to kill you princess.” You laugh, actually laugh in their faces, stepping back and catching your breath.

“Kill me?! I’m going to be Queen in three moons, and you want to do what? Who gave the order?” You regain composure, eyes darkening and tilting your head. The leader seemed thrown off, gripping his sword again once more becoming defensive. He didn’t say. His silence made you smile once more, looking into Itachi’s eyes as they slowly shifted red, his mangekyu was already activated. “Itachi.” “Your highness.” He didn’t hesitate, sword becoming engulfed in black flames when he struck each of them down one by one, the only knight left standing was the leader.

Itachi had his sword to his neck as the knight had his own weapon lodged into the Uchiha’s thigh, it had broken his armor and left the man injured and vulnerable. Itachi hissed when the sword cut deeper, but he kept pushing, knocking the man to the chin with his elbow so he lost his balance, and once he fell over Itachi laid his knee deep into his neck. The man squirmed, coughing and yelling nonsense when Itachi pressed his sword closer to his eye, the tip kissing his iris causing blood to run.

“Who sent you?” Itachi asked cold blooded, twisting the sword and listening to the man’s scream of agony. “Who?” He asked again, hair falling in his face when he saw the man open his mouth to say something. “Lord… Toneri…” He coughed. Both you and Itachi were shocked, looking at each other with concern in both of your eyes, before he pushed the sword straight through the knight’s eye, out the other end. Itachi got off, wiping the blood off on a piece of cloth, wincing when he turned to check on your well being.

“Your cousin?” He questioned, grunting while he removed the bottom piece of his armor, “that’s not very family friendly,” he didn’t laugh. You walked over, placing your hand on his plated chest when he fell at last, not expecting to be on his knees. “Itachi?” You run your hand through his hair before you reached down to his thigh, completely ignoring the fact that your own blood wanted you dead. Immediately he smacked your hand away, closing his eyes tightly and trying not to make another sound. You look at the cut, it was deep, and went from bright red to a dark purple in just seconds. You look back at his pained face, panic in your heart but your face removed neutral.

“You’re poisoned,” you told him, reaching your hand back to his thigh. Itachi attempted to grab your wrist but you pushed his hand into his chest, fury in your eyes when you shut his actions down, “are you going to defile your princess?” Itachi paused, averting his eyes and dropping his hands to his side, finally allowing you access. With deep concentration, your rennigan was once more activated after years of no use, and you begin to heal him. Bright blue chakra surges appear around your hand as you press against his thigh, your head bowed and your breathing slowed. The cut began to revert, completely healing with just a scar left behind, as if he was injured months ago.

You don’t realize how weak you’ve gotten just from that, unconsciously slumped over into his arms, Itachi held you close, trying not to do anything stupid. “That was stupid of you,” he rasped, watching your small shoulders rise and fall with every breath, trying to stabilize yourself. He reached for your chin, turning you gently so he could look at you, hurt in his heart to see the blood that ran down your eyes. This was new. You cough harshly, covering your mouth and turning your face so he didn’t see. “I’m fine,” “you’re not.” He got up and grabbed your hand gently, reaching down and lifting you bridal style to walk you back to your room.

“Your cousin is after your head and you just healed me, you’re beyond fine y/n.” His eyes scan the entire area, walking briskly to your room and holding you closer. Your coughing doesn’t make him feel any better, looking down at you feeling so much guilt. “I shouldn’t have gotten injured,” “oh shut up,” you whispered, leaning your head on his chest, “be grateful that you’re alive as I am. Your life means more to me than you may think.” The way his body went stiff, you knew he was avoiding the topic you were attempting to bring up. Itachi briskly passes some other knights, telling them of the bodies in the yard, almost to your room.

“Thank you for your kindness your highness.” You smack his chest to scold him, putting up a guard on his heart when you were in such a critical condition wasn’t making this confession any better. “I’m serious Ita,” you say his childhood nickname, reaching for his face when he got closer to your door. Itachi was tearing up. Why did it feel like you were dying?

He rests you on your bed and removes his armor, knowing you’d want warmth right now since your hand felt so cold. “I will call the doctor—” “I don’t need one right now,” you sit up as best as you could, eyes no longer rennigan, but a clear lavender with no pupils, much like a Hyūga’s. You reach for his face again, still you smiled. “Your eyes,” Itachi rasps, touching your own face gently, “they’re white. I’m calling someone—“ “Please.” You whisper, tears perked in your eyes. “Please don’t go Ita…” he hesitated, of course he didn’t want to leave you.

He forced himself next to your bed, sitting there as you leaned your head on his chest, running your fingers in his hair. “Y/n, if I don’t get help. I don’t know what will happen to you.” He watches as you pulled yourself off of him and reach for his face, pulling him in and rubbing your lips against his nose and eye. Itachi stilled, gripping your sheets and closing his eyes tightly. “You can’t,” he whispered, steadying his breathing when you touched his lips, he could hear the smile in your tone. “This will dishonor you, y/n–“ “I don’t care,” you cut him off, pressing your lips to his in a deep, sensual kiss. And as much as he denied you the kiss, he returned it just as quickly, his hands resting on your sides when you tilted your head and pressed deeper, chest to chest, even when he ran his fingers on your finger waves.

He wanted more, knew that he shouldn’t have to, but the desire was too strong. He closed the space between you, hovering over you, moving his lips to your jaw and then your neck. He felt your body shudder beneath him, tears streaming down his face when he brought his lips back to your own. Your fingers curl around his shirt pulling him down, forcing him to lay in your bed as you kept moving your lips to his. His tears mixed with the blood on your face, dripping on to the bed and messing up your pretty dress. He suddenly felt your body grow limp in his arms and pulled away from your lips to see your eyes wide open, staring off with deep red stains on your cheek.

Itachi felt his breath hitch, knowing that look. He bit his hiccups back, reaching down and lifting you up and into his arms to bury his head in your shoulder as he held you. Whispering how much he loved you, and regretting that he never got to actually tell you those words.

A/n: this was a request by my sister!

Context: Gojo and the reader have been best friends since middle school, and they both ended up going to the same college. They harbor feelings for each other, to which only one is aware of. He knows she’s in love with him and he returns her feelings but Gojo simply cannot date her, knowing he’s a shitty boyfriend, but he doesn’t allow her to date anyone else either. Slight Geto x reader x Gojo

There he was, sat opposite his pretty maiden as he listened to her complain about the many guys that have slid into her dms last week, all disappearing in the same breath that they appeared. You found it weird, telling your bestest friend that, “maybe I’m ugly? I don’t know, I don’t get why they’re texting me one second and then ghosting me the next!” As you stuffed your face with the strawberry yogurt he had bought you. Gojo nodded, intensely listening as he sipped his milkshake.

“I mean you do wear rompers at your big age.” “It’s a fashion statement!” You yell at him, hitting his arm and rolling your eyes. Gojo couldn’t help the smirk on his lips, removing the straw from his lips to lean in close, pecking her softly on the forehead. The action made her heart clench, looking at him with doe like eyes. This is what he always did whenever she was feeling down and like an emotional wreck, it was how he comforted her. But lately, every kiss to the forehead seemed to linger.

You blinked your thoughts away and continued scrolling through your phone while Gojo talked on his phone to some random girl, who called him crying, saying he stood her up for a date he was supposed to be on right now. He ran a hand through his hair, smiling and making eye contact with you briefly before he continued the talk, “I didn’t forget Mary!–“ “MARY?!” The girl screeched on the other end, “my name is Joan not MARY!!” You heard it all, looking up with wide eyes and covering your mouth so you didn’t outright laugh in his face. If Joan heard your laugh, she’d think that was the reason Gojo ‘forgot’ their date.

“I’m sorry baby it was a slip of the tongue,” he finessed his way out of this obvious issue, winking your way when the girl on the phone’s voice seemed to have calmed down. “I’ll hit you back up when I’m not busy alright? I promise.” Liar. “Okay,” the girl fully gave in to his words, and that was the end of the conversation.

When he ended the call and looked at your disapproving face he only smiled brighter, throwing his hands around you and hugging you tightly, “aw come on! Don’t look at me like thaaaat~.” “You’re literally an asshole. How do you treat women that way?” Gojo pretended to think for a minute, before he pressed his lips to her temple. “I don’t treat all girls like that. You’re my little princess!” It made you roll your eyes again but what could you say? He was full of shit? You couldn’t tell when he would say stuff like that to you.

“Whatever you say man,” you paid attention to the notification that showed up on your phone just when the playboy’s bestest of friends came sauntering over with two drinks in hand. “Geto! What’re you doing here?” Gojo chirped seeing the long haired girl magnet. Geto didn’t respond right away, patting you on the head to get her attention and then giving you the strawberry milkshake, “you invited me, idiot.” Geto jokes, sitting in between them with a hand on his own drink, something banana flavored. Satoru didn’t hear the insult or he would’ve reacted, too busy staring at the drink Geto got you. “Rather considerate,” he jabbed, forced to sit opposite the two. Hardly sipping his own milkshake now.

Geto smiled with all his teeth, wrapping his arm around your chair and making eye contact with Gojo, whose glasses were fully off and gripped tight in his hand. “She likes strawberries, and it’s hot. You think yogurt alone is gonna take care of this heat?” He had a point. Gojo pouts, putting his glasses in his pocket and watching as the woman placed the phone down completely, seemingly in your own world.

“I was gonna buy her a drink…” he mumbled like a child who got their mother’s attention taken away. You looked up at the man to your left, a shy smile on your lips as a thank you, before going back to the drink. “Awww! She’s so cute. Isn’t she?” Geto teased her, pinching your cheek softly while glancing at Gojo. “Yes she is, I tell her all the time.” Geto ignored his last sentence, focusing his entire attention on her. “You don’t have a boyfriend do you?” To which you shook your head slowly, of course you didn’t.

Gojo already knew where his friend was heading, so before he could ask you out on a date, he stretched his pale hand over to grab your hand in his and pull you up to your feet. “Agh, y/n’s tired.” “Huh? But, I’m not!” “Yes you are see?” He faked a yawn and walked you over to his car, “Geto let’s hang out again later okay?! Without this tired bum.” He kicked you playfully in the leg, making you stumble a little. You had the idea to punch him in the arm for being such a c*ckblocker but held back a lot, instead you just scowled and got in the car, folding your arms. Geto walks over to your side, a little determined that what Gojo had expected.

“He’s like the big brother you never wanted huh?” Geto had this smirk on his face, “I’ll save you from him one day princess,” then he reached over and pecked your cheek. “Ever need a better ride, call me instead yeah? You got my number,” you were such a blushing mess, you couldn’t even nod your head to say yes when he pulled back fully and rubbed your hair again.

“See you tonight Gojo!” “Mhm.” Gojo rudely got into the car and slammed his door, glancing over at you once before he started the car and drove you home. You didn’t get why he was so pissed at you, confused and angry, you push his buttons. “What’s your deal? He was being nice!” “He was trying to get a taste of y/n.” You shake your head, “Geto is a nice guy.” Your comment made him laugh, putting his glasses back on but keeping his eyes on the road. “…Geto is still a man….and I know what men want.”

You huffed, crossing your legs and staring out the window. “You won’t let me date Toji cause according to you he’s scum—“ “Shittiest guy I ever met with a kid on the way! He has a baby mama y/n, you wanna be a stepmom?” You laugh harshly, looking back at his face. “Fine!” You say, opening your phone and scrolling through your contacts, “you won’t let me date Nanami either! What’s with that?!” Gojo threw his hand up, “Nanami’s a stuck up! You want him to bore you to death until you part ways?” “So who can I be with?! I can’t date YOU cause you’re an asshole!”

You cover your mouth, Gojo doesn’t say anything. The ride continues on before he spoke again, turning up your street. “I wouldn’t want you dating me even if I were the last man on earth,” hardly looking at you. “You deserve a better guy, and there’s better out there. Just not with them.” You felt all your defenses drop, slumping into the seat when he pulled up to your house, and you still didn’t look at him. Gojo parked, he looked down at you and released his seatbelt. “Just don’t date Geto, okay? I heard he’s got exs that have gone blind just from sleeping with him.

Tagged: @cutesycatzz, @moon-poe, @ihearasong, @aminegirl27

A/N: Because part two was requested, here yall go! I do hope that this is fitting, a third part will be posted in a week or two.

Themes: Healing after heartbreak, forbidden romance, best friend’s older brother, slow burn, angst, trust and betrayal, emotional vulnerability, family conflict, jealousy, secrets and lies, self-worth, emotional healing, love versus obsession, found family, drama, age gap.

Ships: Itachi Uchiha/Reader, one-sided Sasuke Uchiha/Reader, Naruto Uzumaki/Hinata Hyuga, past Kankuro/Reader, background Itachi Uchiha/Izumi Uchiha

Warnings: Strong language, mature themes, emotional infidelity, betrayal, toxic past relationship, alcohol consumption, suggestive content, emotional manipulation, jealousy, possessive behavior, moral ambiguity, emotional distress, mentions of sexual content.

Word count: 5k (proof read to the best of my abilityyyy)

You didn’t leave you room, quite frankly, you refused to even speak with your bestest friend, the only one you should’ve spoken to about your pain from the start. Not his older brother who was apparently engaged. It was too late now though, you already slept with him, twice, the consequences of being blinded by love and security has bitten you in the ass. You avoided Sasuke as much as you could when you did finally show up to school again, only hanging out with Hinata and making up excuses when he approached you to ask what was wrong, telling him you were sick. Yeah, sick of seeing how much he looked like his brother. Your personal everyday nightmare.

He never texted you either, not a call, or a peep. Itachi remained a ghost in your phone, maybe he was scared, or maybe he was ashamed, but he definitely knew to not contact you just like you had warned.

You thought you could easily slip out of their lives but that’s not how faith works with Uchiha men, because if one can’t get you, the other will, and that other was Sasuke. Today was Friday. The only good thing about Friday was that you didn’t have class, the bad thing was that you were available, and that’s all Sasuke needed to text you when you didn’t want any contact with him.

You’d gotten so far with ignoring his texts, an entire week of silence and another two of short answers, there was no way you wouldn’t ignore this invitation, especially since Hinata would be there and Naruto is such a late comer. He knows you’d always accompany your girl even when you didn’t feel like it, or felt you couldn’t make it.

The trap was set, Hinata slid into your dms that morning begging you to accompany her to the party your best friend was throwing, and you couldn’t say no. You knew deep down Sasuke put her up to it too, matter of fact he probably took her phone and texted you himself.

You could only hope that Itachi was not around. “F**k,” you grumbled, getting yourself put together that evening. The theme was semi-formal club wear, for whatever dumb ass reason Sasuke chose, probably Naruto’s pitch behind it, since Sasuke didn’t really throw random celebrations. You slipped yourself into a short sparkling f/c dress with spaghetti straps, body fitting but still full at the hips. You hoped you wouldn’t be noticeable if he just so happened to be around, with the recent stalking you’ve done on social media, you doubt he’d even be home.

“Maybe he’s in Suna with his fiancé.” The words sound bitter when they leave your lips, you can’t help it but you know you don’t have a damn right. He was never yours to begin with…maybe he was never going to be either.

The minutes spent taking pictures in the bathroom and in the car made it seem like when you arrived to your destination, it was too soon. Slowly your uber pulled in front of the mansion you often visited as a young teenager. The memories of pranking Sasuke in his own home with Naruto, putting bugs in Itachi’s pillowcase as he slept, slipping salt into Fugaku’s coffee on a lazy Saturday. You truly had too many memories attached to this building. It would never be that easy, cutting them off. All of them.

You hesitated to leave the vehicle, gripping the door and taking deep breaths. Izumi’s presence left such a bad taste in your mouth, and Itachi’s betrayal was so strong, you felt sick just with the thought of stepping into the Uchiha house again. But it was too late now. Your legs had a mind of their own, you were already at the door, already in the house, already surrounded by the music, smoke and alcohol that filled the gaps of the room.

The moment you walked in, you felt hands on you, soft and firm pulling you through the crowd to the garage area. “Hey!” You were going to hit whoever it was only to see some shaggy dark haired Uchiha, none other than Sasuke. “You idiot why would you grab me like that?!” Sasuke completely ignored your words, pulling you into his chest so hard as he caressed the back of your head and just held you. He let the silence speak for him, pressing his lips to your temple briefly. “I’m really glad you came,” he released you next, clearing his throat and shoving his hands in his pocket like he was cool or something. “I’m sorry about grabbing you…you’ve literally been a ghost these past weeks. I was worried you were depressed or something again. Cause of that Kankuro guy or whatever asshole you were with.” His eyes didn’t meet yours, and he was referencing the hickey you had on your neck.

Guilt ate away at your heart, and you looked to your shoes so you didn’t have to see his face when you spoke up, “I’m fine.” He would know you were lying. He always does. He looked at you a second longer, something he always did when he recognized a false tone in you, but he didn’t say anything like he usually did. He just kept his mouth shut and pushed your hair a bit out of your face, tilting your chin up with a flick so he could look at your face. “Whoever hurt you, I’d skin them if I could.” Your heart dropped at his comment, looking back at the ground when the garage door opened.

Both of you turned in sync, heart in your ass when Itachi’s face met yours. You could tell from how stiff he was from the way his grip on his bag was tight and how much harder his jaw was. He looked at Sasuke’s hold on your chin and how close you stood to his brother, then he averted his gaze. His voice came sharp, like he was annoyed or something. “….Hey,” barely greeting the two of you. You hardened up immediately, pulling back from Sasuke’s hold to clear the passage for him. Sasuke tsked, “hey? You just got home and you’re already grumpy?”

“I’m not,” Itachi grunted. He looked at you a second time, his eyes said he was going to say something but his body language said he had to walk away right now. “You’re being an asshole.” Sasuke muttered, but Itachi didn’t acknowledge him. He actually tried not to touch him, instead he brushed straight by and went towards the stairs.

“Hasn’t seen you in like weeks and he doesn’t even greet you properly,” Sasuke grumbled, holding you by the hand and pulling you to the gaming room where Naruto and the others were gathered. “It’s okay, really,” you told him with a forced smile. Heart in your stomach now. Sasuke pushed the door open to reveal nothing but smoke and dim red LED lights, three controllers in use by Naruto, Kiba and Shikamaru. Sakura, Hinata and Ino are cuddles up together and taking videos and pictures of the moment. You didn’t feel out of place as you fit yourself beside the dark blue haired girl, placing your hand on her thigh as you posed for the pictures they snapped. You didn’t see Sasuke’s eyes burning into your exposed shoulders and cleavage.

Naruto calling him over as he passed whatever he was smoking to Shikamaru brought him out of the trance, hardly sparing them a smile as he basically kicked Kiba out of his spot. The music from outside, the second hand smoking and the lights made life feel dystopian for a while when you settled down with the girls, not contributing much to convo as you shook the cup in your hand. Hinata reached over to hold your hand when she saw that you were staring off, head in the clouds maybe.

You looked up at her, staring into lavender eyes when Ino and Sakura pulled you in closer. “We’re talking about how shitty men are, and I think you got the roughest guy when it comes to exs.” Ino sang, her head rested on Sakura’s thighs, playing with her hair and smiling up at you. You could hardly smile or bring yourself to talk, the only man that came to mind was the eldest Uchiha son, that none of them knew you had a brief affair with. “Huh?” You blinked, of course they wouldn’t be talking about him. “Oh you mean Kankuro? Yeah he wasn’t the best…” “He was horrible! We’re trying to give Hinata advice on exactly what kind of guy to avoid.” Sakura pitched in, rolling her green eyes and pointing her thumb towards Naruto. “But Naruto isn’t anything like our exs,” you tell Sakura with a laugh, “he’s…Naruto.” “That’s what I told her,” Hinata whispered, shyly sipping on her drink.

The four of you laugh once more. Sakura was a bit paranoid, never really dating good men, she just didn’t want Hinata to officially seal the deal with Naruto without knowing his true intentions. Like you said though, Naruto wouldn’t be that guy even if he wanted to. You begin to cough when you inhaled the air too hard, patting your chest and getting up. “I’m gonna go take some fresh air,” almost stumbling out of the room, you made your way through the sweaty bodies of young adults and fought to head up the stairs.

People would hardly be there, since Sasuke’s ground rules were so strict. You find yourself standing in the hallway and staring off in the direction of Itachi’s room, a part of you wanted to go there just to confront him, but you forced yourself to walk away from there and head for their veranda. The cool breeze hit your skin, putting all of your negative thoughts away and filling your lungs with clean air. You exhaled, walking over to the brick border tops to lean over, resting your head in your chin and watching the dark night sky. The sparkly stars filled your eyes and you admired the lights of the city in the distance. This was certainly a scenery you would never forget.

So engrossed in the stars, you didn’t hear the extra pair of feet behind. You turned your head to the giant Sakura tree planted near the house, only to spot Itachi. Startled, you jumped back, screaming a bit from the random jump-scare. “Gosh you scared me!!” “My apologies,” Itachi bowed his head quickly. His hair was put in a lower ponytail and he wore a black wife beater with joggers, he wouldn’t even look at you, just sat down on the chair in the corner and seemed to be enjoying the breeze, but you couldn’t enjoy this silence with his existence.

You stared at him with anger, then you opened your mouth, tilting your head at him and sorting through your thoughts. “The nerve of you…” you choked out, which made him look at you with those cold, dark eyes. “To sit here in silence when you did what you did..” You shake your head, holding back tears. “I should have never come here. Never trusted you,” he just sat there listening. Didn’t interject, didn’t lift his eyes. You turn your head, scolding yourself mentally. You can’t be the one crying right now, you’d be too weak if you did it here. In front of the reason for your pain. When you gathered yourself Itachi was already standing, body facing you.

“Congratulations on your engagement—” you turned to leave but he was quick, he always is. He gripped you by the wrist and pulled you right back. “Stop the squirming and listen,” he said through barred teeth when you fought him as he held you. You pause, looking up with furious eyes. Itachi took in a deep breath, pushing your hair behind your shoulder, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Izumi–” “So why didn’t you?! Huh?! Am I a joke to you?” “Listen!” He shook you once, “no you aren’t.” Itachi eased his hold, “I’ve been meaning to break up with her for a minute now. The right time, it just never came. You’re the one I want y/n, not her.” You shake your head, tears threatening to fall again. “You’re only saying that…”

He put his hand on your chin, lifting your head to press his lips to your own, flicking your tongue with his own as he rested his hand on your lower back, pulling you in closer to kiss you deeper. The tears finally fell, you gave in, returning his love and wrapping your arms around his neck, digging your nails into his scalp when he reached down to run his hand over the curve of your bum. Itachi stopped first, kissing your forehead and just holding you. “I don’t want anyone else,” he said low and clear, “that engagement happened months ago, after the first time we hooked up.”

You frown when he rubbed the corner of your lips. “You don’t love me,” you whispered, “you only love the fact that I’m young. And easier to access.” His grip on your hip seemed to tighten, “don’t you ever say that shit again.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a box, it was pretty small, but the velvet on it said it was expensive. Your eyes flicker from the box to his face, seeing exactly how serious he was being. “I care about you deeply, I would not have shared your bed with you if I didn’t.” Itachi opened the box, the sparkling rose quartz ring filled your eyes and you could hardly think.

“I’m serious about you,” he said, picking the ring up and showing it to you, “if you want a house with a white picket fence I’m gonna give that to you.” You reached down for the ring, giving in, when Sasuke’s voice echoed in the hallway. Just as quickly as he pulled the ring out, Itachi put it away. The youngest Uchiha peeked his head into the veranda, eyeing Itachi and how close he stood to you, his hand on your arm.

“The f**k are you doing here with this guy?” Sasuke walked over and pulled you a little too harshly away from his brother. “Sasuke it’s alright! We’re just talking,” Sasuke looked at you with a small scowl, then back at his brother. “Don’t you have a fiancé to call?” He kissed his teeth, about to pull you back downstairs when Itachi responded. Seemed like he had energy to put up with his brother, “don’t manhandle her. She’s not your woman.”

“Yeah and she’s not yours either.” Sasuke released your hand to fully turn to his brother. “Every time I see you with her, she looks distressed.” He paused and folded his arms, looking at your flushed face and smeared lipliner, ever the observant one. “Are you messing around with my best friend?” Itachi doesn’t say anything for a minute, “y/n is 22. Why would I mess with someone 7 years younger than me?” “I don’t know cause you’re f**kin ungrateful with a woman your age?” He was getting heated with just the thought, but forced himself to stay calm.

He didn’t catch the hurt in your eyes when Itachi denied you. “Y-yeah,” you speak up, “Itachi is your brother anyways. Why would I ever?…ha.” The youngest Uchiha tried not to glare at you, his spidey senses were tingling but he was deeply in denial. “Come on y/n,” he said, allowing you to walk in front of him before he turned back. “I’m not the perfect guy like you, not as smart as you, but you’re full of shit.” He hissed at his brother, “stay the f**k away from her. I know what you’re capable of with women, I don’t need you f**kin up her life.” Sasuke escorted you away from him once more, leaving the eldest son a silent angry mess.

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Reflections by The Neighborhood blasted through the house. You were under the watch of Sasuke throughout the rest of the night, without even knowing. Every time you moved to go elsewhere he was a corner away, and he seemed to be on the lookout. Maybe to make sure his brother wasn’t around. The energy started to shift in the room around midnight when the music seemed to get more sensual, and you were no longer hip to hip with Hinata. Instead you were in the middle of the living room, happily rolling your hips to the music when you bumped into a mutual friend, Darui, who gave you a small smile as he gently touched your hips and swayed with you; dance partners with him while Sasuke watched from the shadows. You moved against the white haired man when he moved and when he held your hand to twirl you, you did. You didn’t notice the other pair of red eyes that stared at you from across the room like a predator.

Darui’s body suddenly felt larger behind you, and when you reached back to touch the back of his neck, you felt the familiar cold ridges of shurikin daggers around his neck. You knew it wasn’t Darui then, you knew exactly who it was as you moved against him, his hand slid down your hips much more sensually than Darui’s did, like he’s done it a thousand times before. You tilt your head to the left, his lips grace your neck and shoulder when he pulled you back into him, eyes fluttering when he pressed his lips to jaw and rocking with you. When you turned around to look at look the man that replaced him, exactly who you thought it was, Itachi wasted no time to capture your lips in his. His red eyes now black as he gripped your hand and pulled you through the crowd, out the house, straight to his car.

He had successfully taken you out of the house without anybody noticing, and when he started the car and drove, which you had no idea where he was taking you, he kept his hand on your thigh. Your mind was still stuck on the engagement ring on his hand, but the box he offered you remained printing through his new jeans. The ride was long, an hour away from home, pulling into a high end hotel. Itachi didn’t wait for you, he got out and opened your door, hand on your lower back as he guided you to the back door. He didn’t speak to the front desk, room key on his phone as he headed for the elevator.

You remained quiet when he rested his hand on your hip to pull you closer, kissing your shoulder and forehead, rubbing your arm to calm you down. The walk to the room was solidifying your faith. The first time it shouldn’t have happened, the second time it was out of passion, what was this third? You looked up to see strands of his hair falling in his face, Itachi wasn’t looking at you. When the door did meet your face and you both walked in, the room was littered with pink roses, white and pristine, big with marble in every area it should be. You saw the kitchen and the living room in one breath and turned right to see a room with so much space, there was some big ass bed with much more gifts and petals.

You paused, turned around to look at Itachi and shook your head. “What is this? I can’t. I can’t sleep with you again, this won’t make me get in your bed—“ “I’m not asking you to be my side chick.” He pulled the ring out once more, and got on his knee, opening the box and staring at you. “I’m asking you to be mine. Forever…” You shook your head, tears in your eyes. This can’t be real. “So sudden Itachi? Why? Why me?” “You want someone intentional, that’s what I give.” His hands carefully slipped into yours, a determination in his eyes to secure you. To have you. “I love you,” he croaked, holding the ring up, “seeing you so broken killed me. I couldn’t bring myself text you or call, I wanted to show you that I was serious.” and he waited.

You looked at the ring and the idea of being somebody’s to hold and keep clouded your mind. He had the money damn it, why is there doubt he’d stick to his words? Before you could say yes, he saw it in your eyes. He slipped the ring on and he pulled you down on his knees, burying his face in your chest. “Itachi..” “I’m not gonna let you get away again,” his voice reached your ears, and he allowed you to run your fingers through his hair. Pink ring glistening in the room when you cradled his head to your chest. Ignoring the buzzing that came from your phone, because his brother finally realized you had disappeared.

this is my first time asking a request lwk a lil nervous but anyway i was wondering if you can do jjk men and them being ur first time...👀👀👀

|| Oh my gosh. This is your first time requesting and my first time getting a personal request. LOL! REQUEST GRANTED!! Tysmmm for sharing this because I was actually running out of ideassss love!

Warnings: 18+. Not heavily explicit but every scenario is still inappropriate for minors, so minors, DO NOT INTERACT. Slight choking, pet names in use, explicit wording but it’s also censored.

Y’all this took me a minute to write so I may be able to post part two like next week or the week after. Bear with me, but do enjoy! :3

Pairings: Gojo/reader, Inumaki/reader, Megumi/reader, Choso/reader, Sukuna/reader, Nanami/reader, Yuta/reader

JJK MEN + Popping Your Cherry pt. 1

Gojo

Gosh you were regretting telling that asshole that you’ve never been with a man. You were sat in a private vehicle with your partners heading off to do a mission in some part of Korea. The private plane that awaited you three was at least an hour drive away and every time you got closer to your destination, you wished you’d have told the higher ups you didn’t have a day off.

Gojo kept talking your head off, flirting one second and annoying you the next, not like his flirting made you like him anyways. Geto on the other hand was just being quiet, chin propped and smiling at everything his closest friend was saying. “How much longer until we get to the airport?” You muttered, flipping open a magazine and scanning some perfume trending. “Like 40 minutes, why? Are you already sick of me? Huh little miss virgin?” Geto coughed to cover his laugh, while Gojo full on howled and smacked his knee.

“How is that even funny? You’re just mad I’m not a who*e like you!” You defend yourself, rolling your eyes and flipping another page. Gojo smiled harder, “is that so?” You barely look up from the page, e/c eyes meeting his icy blue ones. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at 22.” Again he bursted out laughing, making you lean forward to grab him by the neck in an attempt to choke him out! You finally get off of him when the driver pulls over by a gas station, saying he had to take a piss. “Anybody need anything?” Geto questioned, opening the door and pointing at the store. Gojo shrugged, leaning back with his hands behind his head, “nah I’m good. You two can take all the time you need!” Geto looked your way, raising his brow, “y/n?” You thought of it for a minute, “skittles?” He nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

It was like this was planned. The moment that door closed Gojo got up and reached for the buttons on the car, pressing the lock. He sat back down, fumbling with his pocket as you watched the entire time. “What’d you do that for?” You asked with a small laugh, mocking him. Gojo hardly glanced up, still fishing in his jeans. “Do what? Oh? The door? It’s for privacy.” You hated the way he said that word, putting the magazine down and eyeing him. “Privacy for who? Not me—” “Nah. Us.” Your eyes trailed his hand when he finally pulled it out, a sealed silver packet in between his fingers. A condom. “HA! Gojo put that shit away—why are you always joking?” He pulled his glasses down and stared at you with his lip upturned. No frown but no smile. “I’m not.” He didn’t move, just sat there twirling it between his fingers, “let me liberate you.” Your entire face was flushed, was this guy really trying to take away your v-card? Here? Now?

“Gojo,” you hesitate, “I like you. Really, but, how in the hell are we even supposed to look at each other if we do this?” He shrugged, “like partners.” The way he had an answer for every question was going to drive you nuts. You looked out the window, the driver wasn’t there and neither was Geto. What even made this idiot think you’d want to lose it to him? You inch your way over to him, on your knees and straddling the man. Gojo’s hand was already on your hips like a moth to a flame, quick. He caressed you, sliding his hand up your thigh and hooking your panties with his thumb. “You didn’t look like you actually wanted me, but now that you’re in my laps I guess you do like me huh?” “Shut up I never said I hated you!” “Your actions and bickering say otherwise.” He had enough of your blabbering.

With his right hand Gojo held you by the chin and pulled you in close, smashing his lips to yours and softly shoving his tongue down your throat. You return action, but with an obvious fear behind it. The next thing you knew, your panties were ripped when he pulled it to the side and Gojo was bullying you as you rode his d**k. He was gentle at first, but the more you squeezed him unintentionally the more he wanted you to move, so he bury himself deep in your c*nt. You weren’t even moaning anymore like when he first started by playing with your cl*t. You were whining, pleading for him to allow you to cum, as he didn’t let up when he aggressively rubbed on your hard pebble and sucked on your tits. Needless to say he was your first f**k, and became your only pretty quickly.

Inumaki

You and Inumaki had been dating for a while now, roughly a year, and as much as you’d hate to say it, your relationship was not as intimate as you hoped for it to be. Inumaki is loving, don’t get me wrong. He’s taken care of you emotionally way more than he has physically, but the little butt taps and the kisses he would give you, to him, solidified that what he felt for you did go beyond kisses and hugs. He thought that he didn’t have to make any deeper moves, until you started begging for it. It started with the little things, a joke about his tongue on your body. Inumaki raised his eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything. He kept a mental check though.

Then again, another ‘joke’, this time it happened when he was preparing to go take a shower. You hinted saying, “maybe I could join you.” Inumaki pretended he didn’t understand what you meant, but it wasn’t because he was shy. It was because he wanted to be sure that what you were hinting at, asking for, needed to be extremely clear. So he did the next best thing in his slightly confused state, and he asked his friends. Itadori stared at him with dead panned eyes while Yuta blushed and listened intently. With no Todo around or Panda, these were, in Inumaki’s head, the smartest guys around when it came to understanding women. Itadori covered his mouth with his hand before bringing it down to his knee, “oh she wants to f**k.” Immediately Inumaki blushed and covered his face with his hands.

The pinkette laughed at him and Yuta gave him a soft pat on the back. “It’s okay that you’re confused! You’ve never been with a woman before now.” “Neither have you besides Maki. Shut the hell up,” Itadori told him, laughing again and shoving Yuta by the shoulder. Inumaki raised his hand so everyone was calm, although he wasn’t. “Alright,” he begun, “so you’re telling me that she wants me like that right? How do I tell her I’m feeling the same way?” The boys were puzzled, that was a good question.

Inumaki wasn’t one for expressing himself, so this would surely be interesting. “Alright, the next time she’s hinting at you that she wants to take it a step further, take the chance. Keep that jimmy on you though cause a father at 20? You’d be cooked.” Inumaki nods at Itadori’s words, keeping his advice deep in the back of his mind. He was ready. Whenever that may be. Weeks of nothing became two, at this point, he didn’t know if he missed your hints. Inumaki was about to absolutely give up, until you came to bed one night in nothing but his T-shirt, the one that he says looks great on you, smelling like his favorite scent that you like to bathe in and skin glowing. Like you had oiled yourself up. But for bed?

His purple eyes were tracking you, even as you got into bed and did that thing where you stretched out, arching your damn back before you got right next to him. Moving like a cat. Inumaki closed his eyes and looked to the side, pretending he didn’t notice the lacy black panties that you wore. He’s never seen that one before. You placed your head right on his chest and nudged your head up, under his chin. “Inu,” you whispered his name, well he expected you to say good night now. But when he looked at you at last, he saw how awake and alert you were, and if he focused his senses just a bit, he would’ve been able to literally smell your arousal.

“How was your day?” Gosh you were seducing him, he knew you knew what you were doing. Inumaki cleared his throat and sat up, “fine.” He watched you lace your fingers with his. “Mine was fine too. I made like a bunch of brownies for us to eat, but I forgot to leave any back for you so I just ended up scarfing the whole thing down.” That broke the tension, and the white haired pretty boy started laughing at you. You hit his shoulder as he does so, but that didn’t make him stop. “Wow! You did what?! That’s just greedy!” “Stop itttt! I didn’t mean to but it just happened okay?! Hmph!“ He started feeling that tension again and Inumaki braised himself. He was going to take the initiative. “I bet it tasted just as good as you.”

Your eyes flew open and you stared at him, shock all over your face. “Huh?” If you could huh you could hear. Inumaki smiled gently, “was that too aggressive? I’m sorry,” but his apology made you get up on your knees and cradle his head to your breasts. “No no it’s okay. Don’t apologize, I liked what you said.” You reached for his hair to play with it, just as Inumaki stuffed his face further between your clothed breasts, breathing in and out slowly, literally savoring your scent. He was nervous, the words he wanted to speak were on the tip of his tongue. All he could do was listen to the way your heart was beating hard and fast, and after minutes of silence while he ran his hand up and down your bottom through the shirt. “I wanna taste you…”

He heard your heart beat harder, and that was when your arousal met his nose. Inumaki pulled away to look up at you, as you looked down at him with this shy yet eager look on your face and in your eyes. “Can I?…” he whispered like if you two weren’t the only ones living in this apartment. “Please do…” Lord he was thanking the heavens! He didn’t know how fast he could move for some p***y but that boy sure did get to it. He was quick and smooth, sliding your (his) shirt up over your head and then staring at the new set you wore. Inumaki gripped the waistband and stuck his nose in your neck. “I’ve never seen this pair before.” He mumbled quickly, running an open palm between your thighs as he kissed on your neck. You tilt your head giving him all the space he needed, running your fingers through his hair, “I know. It’s new,” you moan softly.

He had you flipped in a second with your legs hiked in the air, one over his shoulder while he enjoyed his dinner. He sucked and licked on every part of you like he was starved, a year starved but he did that to himself. He watched your every reaction to make sure whatever he was doing, it was right, so every time you arched he sucked on your c*it with much more force. You thought that was it once he came off of you, lips wet with saliva and your sweet juices, but Inumaki had other plans. “You wanna go all the way?” You barely registered what he said before it clicked, and you nodded slowly, a happy f**k me look graced your face. “Yes, I do,” you say, sitting up.

Inumaki gave you a soft smile, almost like he was apologizing for physically neglecting you all this time. “I need you to know that I love you, before we do this.” You nod your head, putting your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “I love you too Inumaki,” “I’m serious. I never want you to feel like I’d use your body…for anything.” He pulled you in for a kiss next, one that he felt he had poured his entire heart in, and you returned it whole heartedly. Inumaki broke the kiss, propped your legs open wider to fit himself between your thighs and reached over to the bedside. He opened the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. You followed his hands with heavy eyes, body exhausted but still tingling between your thighs.

He was so gentle, asking if you were okay when he finally started penetrating you, kissing your forehead and lips when he saw how badly you were wincing, crying even. He wasn’t even all the way in yet, it was only the tip, Inumaki had to pause and give you another sensual kiss, “y/n, you need to relax.” You couldn’t just do that though, you were afraid of the pain. “I-I can’t,” Inumaki kissed your tears and licked the tip of your nose. “Yes you can. Think about something else, anything that will distract you.” You tried, it did ease the pain a little when he kept pushing, but it still hurt. And it hurt when he moved the first three times, but even after that pain was put aside, Inumaki continued to gently rock into you. Slowly making love to you as you clung to his back and listened to him whisper how much he loved you in your ear. How much he cared for you. How he’d never let you go.

Sukuna

He was such a bully, and you never wanted to marry him. You sat in bed of the King of Curses frightened, watching with timid eyes as he flexed his muscles and took a shot of alcohol, he loudly clears his throat from the burning sensation before slamming the glass down on the table, and it made you flinch. Your family sold you to him, because they promised him whatever children you bring him, they will be powerful sorcerers.

For many years you were under their thumb, beaten and made into this broken thing they awaited for blossoming so they could get rid of you. They did not love you, as much as you told yourself they were just disappointed you weren’t anything like your older brother. Oh, your brother, he was the perfect child, he was going to put your clan’s name right back on the map as they were dying out, had no other powerful members to keep the L/n name relevant. And then you happened, at aged 10, your brother was 17. You didn’t mean to, you were just playing and he fell down the stairs. Hit his head so hard he was unable to walk again, slowly he couldn’t even use his cursed energy, and then he got bedridden. In your parents head, now that you were 20, this was the perfect age to just get rid of you. What more was your use anyways?

You yourself were not as strong as your family had hoped, never reached your full cursed energy potential, but because you were a woman, and their only capable child, they couldn’t risk the family name dying out. So they gave you away to him, hoping he would continue to carry on the L/n generation.

You clenched your thighs everytime he seemed to look your way, and closed your eyes, praying he wouldn’t want to sleep with you tonight. Not today, you weren’t ready. Sukuna didn’t seem to really care about you, he had countless of other women out there that he has slept with and probably planned to sleep with even after he was done with you. What difference did it make to f**k you? The pinkette sat on the chair opposite the bed and crossed his arms, staring at you deeply with his ruby red eyes. He was not being friendly in his energy and he knew it. “You a virgin?” You barely nodded your head and that made him laugh, sharp. Quick. “The f**k is wrong with you? Afraid of me or something?”

He already knew the answer though. He could literally smell the fear off of you. “Don’t be scared, you might taste sour.” You almost wet yourself then, closing your eyes again as tears slipped down your cheeks. Thinking he was going to sleep with you and then devour you for dinner. You’d have been given away for nothing. “I’m kidding,” he grumbled, amused by you, “I don’t eat people.” He got off the chair and removed his shirt, stared at you a little longer before he looked you up and down with his eyes. Undressing you without any words.

You hesitated, but you reached for your dress and slowly pulled the straps down, the tears kept falling even when it was halfway. He watched you, felt a little sorry so he walked up to you and grabbed you by the chin, rubbing his rough thumb over your cheeks. “You’re alright,” he said, then he dropped his touch to your shoulder. Focused a kiss on your forehead and then continued to undress himself. “Parents sold you for a pretty penny,” he said, pants off now, all he was left in was his boxers. “I’m sure that must have hurt,” he reached for your dress, pulling it all the way off and revealing the pretty white mesh lingerie you wore. “They got you all wrapped in white for me like a present.”

You flinched when he brushed the back of his hand on your cheek once more, “I’m not going to hurt you though.” He slowly got into bed beside you, looking you deep in your eyes, “but I will avenge you.” Your throat ran dry and you shook your head, “please no, don’t kill them.” “But they traded you like a sack of goods. What kind of parents are they?” You teared up, “they were desperate!” Sukuna laughed in your face, gripping you by the chin much harder now and turning your face to the left to reveal a deep scar on your neck, a brand, your family’s crest. “Looks to me like you’ve been the scapegoat your entire life…” he released you, “if you satisfy me tonight, I will not spare their lives.” If your pupils could blow they would, “Mr. Sukuna please—” “Don’t add the Mr in there, you’re my wife.” He smiled gently, but he was still insane. So you didn’t trust his face. “If you don’t, I will let your family live.”

He was truly horrible. Sukuna gently grabbed your waist and laid you back on the bed. His fingers were so soft on your skin, rubbing on your breasts with open palms and watching your every reaction. He gripped your hip and pulled you down and into his growing friend, hard pressed to your pelvis as he smothered your lips with his. He tried to be kind, he tried to prep your tiny c*nt (that’s what he called it) with his fingers so you would at least be aroused, but found you drier than a desert. Sukuna looked at you with glaring eyes, offended. “Come on, a man like me above you can’t turn you on?”

You trembled instead of responding, so he moved his lips from your lips to your breasts, hardly licked a n*pple, down your stomach, slowing when he arrived at your navel, his kisses got hotter, wetter, and so did you. You’ve never experienced something like this before. It was a good thing, a squeak left you when you felt his tongue there. Then your body jerked when he slipped his tongue in, immediately squeezing on nothing. Sukuna looked up with a satisfied smile, “you taste better than I thought you would,” he sat up and watched as your c*nt clenched on nothing, now you were aroused. “That sucks,” he grumbled, reaching in and pulling himself out, “cause if you taste good you’d feel even better.”

You looked up at him then, eyes hot from heat but a part of you was kind of excited. He spat on his hand, lathered his length before he gently held you by the hips once more, pulling you into him so your ass smacked dead on his thighs. “Remember our deal?” He reminded you, you shook your head, hoping it would deter him. You prayed in your head that he would hate how you felt. Sukuna leaned down and kissed the side of your head, “I’d be helping you a great deal and you don’t even know it,” then he started pushing, the head was obviously the worst part. As he stretched you, you reached for sheets beneath you to squeeze out of pain. Sukuna paused and stared at you a minute. “That bad?” You hardly nodded, tears falling down your cheeks. He sighed and stopped pushing, kissing your cheeks and rubbing your hips.

“Do you wanna get on top?” You looked at him, shocked. Would he really let you lead? “If it stops the pain or makes this easier,” he flipped you over with no effort, put his hands behind his head and just laid there, waiting for you to get comfortable as you rubbed the tip along your p***y. He hissed under his breath, raging hard on just waiting to be sheathed inside. “I don’t know how,” you whispered to him, still staring down with tears in your pretty e/c eyes. He felt his heart pull, never has he had this feeling before. Like he’d protect you and put your life before his own. He felt like he wanted to baby you, to treat you like you were fragile and valuable. “F**k,” Sukuna covered his eyes. “I can’t do this. I can’t take your innocence, not unless you’re ready. Not until you want me.”

You saw him too, for the first time in the 4 weeks you spent getting ready to marry him and in the 12 hours you’ve been married to him. He looked a little defeated by his own emotions, and it made your own heart soar. You did not feel bad, but you saw that he did care for you, and that was more than your parents ever could.

“…I want you.” You tell him, gently touching his chest. He removed his hand from his eyes and looked at you, “actually?” He questioned, thinking this was a pity joke and he didn’t take pity well. “Yes,” you whispered, tears all gone, a shy expression taken over. Sukuna paused for a minute, before he got off his back and sat up, grabbing you by the hips and gently putting you back on him, “just take deep breaths then…once the head is in it’ll be easier. I promise.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his nose to your shoulder, “if you want to squeeze and scratch me that’s alright. Okay? I’ll take it.” You nodded, burying your face in his shoulder as he finally pushed beyond just the tip. You gasped, cried again and dug your nails deep into his shoulders and back, and he hissed at the scratches, but he kept going, kissing your neck and rubbing your back. And once he was fully in, and you were full blown balling, he waited until you felt comfortable. He kissed you deeply and caressed your back some more, “move when you’re ready,” he grunted, holding himself back as much as he could. And you did, it took a minute, but you eventually did move, slowly riding him as he caressed you and allowed you to do all the work. Specks of red coated the sheets, but he didn’t mind, as long as you were actually enjoying yourself, he made sweet love to you on your wedding night.

But he didn’t off your parents…he saved that idea for another day.

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Content: You’re going through the worst breakup of your life, and your best friend’s older brother knows exactly how to take that pain away.

Themes: modern day Naruto World. Mixture of OG Naruto World with the use of keke-genkai. Slight ooc Sasuke Uchiha, more like a not so nonchalant early twenties asshole with a personality. Infidelity! Dishonesty! Slight Sasuke x reader. Kind of slow burn.

Warning: MDNI! Age Gap. Dark romance. Smut.

Word Count: 5832

Y/n lay on the bed with her head to the ceiling, the yelling of her best friend hardly reaching her ears because it was plugged up and she was completely out of it. Drowning in her thoughts and the music that blasted her ears. She needed a reason to forget, something to help take away the numbing pain of the horrible breakup she was getting over. Weeks ago.

That asshole told her that he’d never leave her, he’d marry her one day. So she gave herself to him. All of her.

Then he left, told her she couldn’t satisfy whatever the f**k desires he had and left. She thought he probably cheated but she never got to find out. His actions spoke louder.

Like every other guy he left and the rest of her, she had to pick up the pieces. Her best friend, he’s tried. Sasuke couldn’t keep cleaning up her mess. She had to do it herself this time, and as much as he loved her, which he could never bring himself to say, he wished she would pick better men. Better men like him. "Watch your 6! Watch your 6 you damn! Ugh!!" The youngest Uchiha almost threw his headphones off. Sigh. When he said to come over and hang out, she didn't expect it to be this. She thought it was going to be different; maybe they'd catch a movie, maybe they'd be gaming together at least, go out to a party, something! "Sasuke," y/n called out to him. "Huh?" He barely looked over his shoulder. "I'm going home," she sighed out, sitting up and glancing at her phone to see the time. She's been there only an hour. One hour of nothing. "No no wait! Just give me 5 minutes! It's wrapping up, there's only one squad left and it's one player!" Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose as she sat back down.

She didn't believe him. Sasuke was so nonchalant on the outside, only his other guy friends and Sakura knew of this talkative raging side of him. Coming out because of a damn game.

His groaning as soon as she sat down made her look at her phone again. Surely some other friend of hers can take her out instead of this mess. That's when she saw him, so exhausted as he walked up the stairs. A hand on his tie as he loosened it, face that said work was too much. Y/n could not have been more obvious, but Sasuke was not paying attention. Thank God.

Her e/c eyes basically pinned him as he walked by his brother's room, hands gripping the bedsheets to steady herself, hoping he wouldn't look her way since she was definitely jacking him. But, the odds were against her. Itachi stopped passing the room to walk back, peeking his head in and staring right at her, no expression on his face. He looked then at Sasuke, who was too engrossed in the game until a paper ball hit his head. Knowing exactly who it was, he took a deep breath and turned back briefly, "YEAH! Welcome home damn!" Itachi smiled sweetly, nodding in satisfaction, "thanks for that Sasuke!" Then he stopped looking at his brother, to his company.

"Y/n." The way he said her name, it made her toes clench, then he left, didn't even give her the chance to say hi. Y/n let out a shaky breath, eyes on the carpet. She should not be feeling the way she does for her best friend's older brother, it felt wrong. But when she remembered that one night stand they had a few months ago, she got all hot and bothered again.

He's known her since she was 15 for goodness sake. Sure, being 21 now meant she was absolutely free game, and so was he, but the innocent not so innocent history shared between them did not need to be ruined any further.

But that was one night. She’s been avoiding him ever since. Only around when he wasn’t and never meeting him face to face. Not a text, not a call. She successfully managed to steer clear of the oldest Uchiha. Until now.

"I'm hungry, gonna grab a bite." Y/n muttered as she got off the raven head's bed. "Can you bring me a pizza from the fridge?" Y/n rolled her eyes but she complied, "fine, but you better be available when I'm back, Uchiha." "I solemnly swear." Yeah right. "Okay!" Y/n hoped he would keep his word.

She stood in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge looking for the box of pizza Sasuke directed her too. Thinking she may has well grab multiple for herself as well. What was he going to do? Smack her for feeding herself? As she tumbled through the fridge she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, but paid it no mind. Perhaps Sasuke thought she was taking too long!

Mikoto and Fugaku Uchiha were on vacation in Kumogakure, neither were home. The brothers had their home all to themselves. Perhaps Sasuke invited your shared idiot best friend over! The blonde never hesitates to pop by when Sasuke calls him over hang. Always bringing a case of beer, Sakura and poor Hinata with him.

When she finally grabbed the pizza and straightened up to close the door, she felt a bump pushed up against her lower back and turned around quickly to move away from whoever the f**k it was, only to see Itachi. His lips were just inches away from her neck, and he moved his head up a bit to whisper in her ear, “thought I’d never see you again,” with a single grip on her hip. If her back wasn’t turned she’d fold immediately.

Clearing her throat though, Y/n closed the fridge and she made eye contact with him when she turned around, brief, she put the pizza down and grabbed the plates. He remained still by the counter, arms folded and watching her every move. “Great well, you’ve seen me! Hi! Bye.” Itachi laughed, it was short, almost like a huff, but a laugh. His black pools trailed down her figure.

“So it’s like that?” He questioned. “Like what?—” “Like this.” Itachi pointed at the physical space between them. “You’ve actually been avoiding me because of that night?” Y/n doesn’t respond, she just reheats the pizza and stays quiet, but he is disappointed. Genuinely so. Itachi tilts his head. “I texted you,” but she didn’t look back at him. “I called and I tried to reach you on every platform. Did you block me?” Y/n nodded, once. Itachi rubbed his face. “Y/n speak to me, we’re adults here. Let’s have an adult conversation.”

That made her say something. She was biting her lip so she didn’t say anything she’d regret. Y/n turned to face him and squeezed the counter behind her, hard to look him in the eyes but she did. “What we did was not right.” The s/c skinned beauty confessed, e/c eyes on the tiled floor. She could still remember how it felt to be held by him in the dark of his room. Y/n couldn’t look at him.

“So you don’t want anything to do with me?” “I never said that,” y/n could hardly get the words out. “Then you still want me as much as I want you.” Itachi continued leaning on the counter. “I’m not into the whole, chasing after women thing. That’s Sasuke, not me.” He stated, “but I need you so bad I’m willing to risk it all. F**k a relationship with my brother after this. That guy that you were with? He couldn’t handle you. I can, and I will. I just need a yes.” He didn’t let you answer, he just poked your forehead with his fingers and then he went up to his room. “Unblock me y/n. So I can show you what it’s like to date a real man.”

When he was gone y/n finally let out a breath of air, clutching her invisible pearls. Her eyes were everywhere as she thought about what he said. Itachi was offering something she’s wanted for so long with her ex! Stability and security. Was she passing this up? A real future with someone she’s known basically her entire life? Before she could head up those stairs to talk with him, the microwave went off pulling her back into reality.

This was Sasuke’s older brother. She’s slept with him once when she shouldn’t have, full on dating him would be the cherry on top of her betrayal, a friendship that would absolutely decimate.

Y/n walked back to the room in shame, a part of her hoped that Sasuke wouldn’t notice but he was so observant when he wanted to be. The moment she opened his door Sasuke was looking at her, done with his game and kicked back in his bed on his phone. “It took you 30 minutes to get us pizza?” He barely sat up, walking over to her and grabbing the plate before he sat back down making space for the woman, to which she slowly sat down. “Your face is so sour, what’s wrong?” The youngest Uchiha pried, taking a bite of his pizza and staring directly at y/n’s face. “You still thinking about that shitty ex of yours?” His tone was mocking, “I told you he was no good. Now look at you,” he huffed, stuffing his face before he forced her to take a bite out of her own pizza.

“I’m not,” she said with her mouth full as she scrolled on her phone, tapping away at a bunch of unblock buttons. Sasuke didn’t catch that, too busy looking at the way her pink/melanated lips moved when she chewed.

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Y/n overstayed her welcome, per usual. All she wanted to do was to go home, sleep and forget any of this ever happened. She had nothing coming up for her the next day so she could have afforded to sleep in, which was why Sasuke tried to convince her about sleeping over, but the L/n refused.

“You idiot I can’t sleep over! This isn’t like we were kids, I don’t even have a spare set of clothes!” Sasuke tsked, the famous Uchiha sound that left his mouth ever so often. Resting his hand on her hair. “You can always use my shirt and sleep on the couch! It’s 11pm, I really don’t want you to go home alone at this time! And I don’t have my car, you know they tolled it—” “Sasuke! Really it’s fine! I’ll just call an uber!” “No you’re not,” came his big brother. Itachi appeared from no where, walking over to the two as they bickered in the living room, y/n’s thumb hovering over the uber app.

“Tachi’ can you take your grown ass back to bed?” Sasuke immediately blanked him, but Itachi was not fazed. “Your friend wants to go home but you won’t even borrow my car to drop her off? Please don’t tell me you have a girlfriend.” Itachi scolded him as he put his shoes on. “I do not,” Sasuke grumbled, watching with red sharingan eyes as Itachi got his car keys. “Good because you’re anything but a gentleman right now. I’ll take you home y/n.”

There was no escaping this; she couldn’t make it look awkward by refusing to get a ride from Itachi. “Thanks.” She did not make eye contact, she only grabbed her stuff and gave Sasuke a quick hug before she left through the front door. She was definitely being weird to the youngest Uchiha, but at least it didn’t give ‘I f***ed your brother’ vibes!

Neither of them spoke when they got to the car, and they didn’t speak when they sat in it either. Itachi started it up, didn’t ask for address since he knew it by heart, and he begun to drive. Y/n tried not to look at the way his hand was gripping the wheel, the veins that popped out and travelled up his arm. The way his long black hair peeked out from the front, dangling above his red eyes. Itachi blinked and he retracted the keke-genkai. Forcing his annoyance aside at the vehicles ahead of him.

“Are you gonna stare at me this entire ride home?” Her heart skipped a beat, hadn’t expected him to talk. “No,” she says. A million thoughts are going through her head at once, truly, all she wants to do is jump out of this moving car; stuck in this small space with him was bringing back memories of that night all over again. She watched as his hand gripped the wheel, the way sweat rolled down the side of his face, she hadn’t a clue why he would even be hot. A double play on words. Before he could look her way again to question her, still staring, y/n forced herself to look out her window. She could hear how slow his breathing had gone, almost like he was holding back a laugh.

She looked at her phone next to pass the time, scrolling through Threads and reading posts about some reality television show that was trending lately. With the turns the car took, she felt she was definitely near home. When he parked they jolted forward, causing her phone to fall down. “Nice going,” she jabbed, bending to pick up the device when she was met with Itachi’s hand on her lower back when she got back up. His seatbelt was already off, and his eyes were stuck on her neck, lips and eyes. “Y/n,” he paused, rubbing his thumb once, his lips were parted as he wanted to say something else, more, but a force prevented him. Y/n watched on with half-lidded eyes.

Whatever he wanted to get out she needed to hear it now, but would he speak? “I meant what I said, about your ex.” It almost made her laugh. Looks like everybody hated her ex, “gosh. Was he that much of a red flag that I never saw it?” Itachi’s hand inched closer around her waist. “Yeah, and he was overall an idiot.” He said under his breath, face inches from hers, “a f***ing mess—wish he never even laid eyes on you.” Y/n forgot how to breathe in that moment. All she could do was look at him, soft does that clouded with a dangerous fog. One that communicated well something he needed her to say right now. He couldn’t do what he wanted, not without her consent. Y/n swallowed her saliva slowly, it ached down her throat from how dry everything was. She licked her lips, glancing from his lips to his eyes swiftly, “you hated Kankuro that much?” His black pools met her e/c ones, and it was in that moment she knew, whatever he was going to say next, she’d listen. If he told her to move she’d be crawl, she couldn’t hear him out anymore. Y/n broke the spell, gripping the door and pulling it open to step out, “thanks for the ride.” Itachi watched, blinking slow when she stepped out, but he didn’t let her get far. Getting out his side and locking the doors quickly, he jogged to catch up with her just as she turned the lock to her door, “y/n wait! You forgot your bag,” quickly she looked to her hand and mentally face palmed. She has indeed.

Itachi handed her purse over, his fingers lingered a bit longer than she wanted. “Thank you, again,” all she wanted to do was to get inside, to prevent this heat that was building between them from exploding completely. But Itachi was direct. She took another step in but he placed his hand on the door’s frame so she couldn’t lock the door on his face. “It’s not a problem,” all so he could say that? Y/n covered her mouth to stifle her laugh. He couldn’t be serious. “Good night Ita—” the words couldn’t even leave quick enough.

He had backed her up into the house now, latching his lips on hers and his hands on her hips. The kiss instantly returned. Itachi closed the door behind him while he walked her in, and she threw her bag to the nearest couch without a care, gripping on his biceps and neck with his tongue down her throat. Itachi paused for a second, not breaking the kiss when he bent a little bit to grip the back of her thighs, encouraging her to jump to which she did, up and into his arms with her legs around him. He palmed her ass, finding his way to the nearest room and flipping the lights off.

When he pulled away again to place her on the bed y/n pressed her hand to his chest, “wait! Gimme a second,” she breathed out, finally able to take in some oxygen. He was already pulling his shirt off, halfway and staring at her with pleading eyes. “What is it?” Y/n sat up, “I don’t want this to be another one night stand Itachi.” She sounded so broken as she said those words, deep inside of her, she didn’t want to be his little secret, and didn’t want him to be hers. She wanted to be wanted. Owned, claimed, loved. What goes was it having another one night stand with this man? What did this say about her? Itachi paused entirely, pulling his shirt back down and sitting next to her causing the bed to rock. His body heat was still high but his energy was calm.

He gathered her hand in his and looked into her eyes sincerely, kissing her forehead gently. “What makes you think this is another one night stand?” He asked, small circles drawn on her hand. “I…” y/n couldn’t find the words, looking down at the wooden floor. “I just don’t…” her voice trembled. He knew, he understood she didn’t want to be a piece of meat, that she didn’t want to feel like a juicy piece of ass he could always sleep with whenever he wanted to. There were strip clubs and random whores for that, not her. Itachi gently held her face, bringing her closer to kiss her softly, hoping his actions would take away her fear.

“I would never do you like he did,” he told her, rubbing his thumb on her chin. “Let me show you how much I care for you…” he paused, “how much I want you,” and then he latched himself back on to her lips, roughly trailing his hands up her shirt and taking the clothes off her back. He went right back to undressing himself, his shoes kicked off and her own thrown somewhere in the room. Their bodies were in sync and nothing had even happened yet. She closed her eyes half the time and gripped her bed sheets, peeking one eye open to watch as the dark haired culprit of her heat, with parted pink lips, had the rims of her panties hooked in his teeth. Itachi was sure to remain eye contact with her, pulling her knickers down and off with his mouth, boxers still on himself but she saw the brick he reserved for her twitch. Y/n looked back at him, eyes feeling all misty when he spread her legs and planted himself between her thighs.

Itachi didn’t ask any questions, what she liked, what hurt, he just attacked wherever he felt like, his lips wrapped around her hardened nipples and his fingers curled under her thighs hiking her legs up higher. Dipping low and circling his thumb on her stiff cl*t, he listened to her sharp inhales and restricted moans, like she was trying to be quiet. Itachi didn’t stop the movements with his hand when he looked up, licking from the bottom of her breast and up like he couldn’t get enough of her, savoring the saltiness of her skin. “You’re so wet, you know that?” He asked, slipping his middle finger in briefly, causing her to gasp out loud again, a shaky shudder. He pulled out briefly to focus solely on her hard cl*t, mimicking the position of f**king her, thrusting his clothed c**k against her wet cu*t.

“You alright?” He laughed softly, watching her writhe and twitch under him, knowing that she was definitely close to coming undone. Itachi stopped, her face dropped from her high and she smacked his arm out of frustration. “Why would you stop?!” “You didn’t answer my question.” Itachi brought her lower half up and stepped back a bit, spitting on her cu*t and watching his saliva drip to her wet hole that clenched to nothing. He dropped her back down, returned his fingers to her sopping flesh to probe the entrance just with the tip, teasingly pushing his digit all the way in and staying for a minute, only to slowly pull all the way back out again. Her back arched with every plunge, she squeaked a little more when he sped up a little more, then he added a second finger, watching her face twist with pain and pleasure. “Itachi please,” she begged him.

Itachi couldn’t help the smile that came to his face, pushing his hand on to her throat, he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, savoring the creamy mess she made. With that very hand he pulled out his c**k, a heavy 8.5 with a 3-6cm of girth. Not that she hasn’t felt that before. Itachi spat on his hand and jerked himself a bit, removing his hand from her throat to slap them under her thighs and grip her ass again, lifting her lower half and plugging up her hole in one smooth breath. He watched her eyes roll back and didn’t wait for her to feel comfortable, or even ready. His other hand was already up and pressed to her neck again, Itachi’s knees sunk into the bed with every thrust his hips made. He watched her come back, make eye contact with him and then roll her head to the left, whiny moans leaving her pretty pink lips.

He got harder by the second with that f**ked out look on her face. His hips snapped into hers everytime he moved, thumb still circling her cl*t and lips on her collarbone. Itachi had her legs to the sky now, over his shoulders when he pressed into her, she could feel his hot c**k as it bullied her walls and kissed her cervix. Itachi sucked and kissed on her ears, running his hand from her clit to her boob, interchanging the squeezing and pinching on both areas. When she moaned his name he slowed down just a bit more to change position, gripping her by the hips and slamming her down on him so he didn’t have to put in all the work. Itachi watched her writhe once again, y/n reached for his shoulder for stability, opening her mouth to tell him to slow down when his tip kissed her deep inside again, and she came.

He could feel how she sucked him in and then her body tried to spit him out; Itachi looked on her when she pushed him back by the chest once again. He stopped completely, “what, had enough already?” Y/n could hardly nod, eyes closed and whimpering, “yes yes, please I can’t go anymore.” A part of him felt kinda bad, but he didn’t get to c*m yet. “I haven’t had enough of you yet sweetheart,” Itachi used all his strength to pick the h/c up, still deep inside her when he flipped them both over, sitting up on her bed and resting her gently in his laps. He caressed her hips, watching her knees buckle when she tried to sit comfortably. “What is it?” Itachi asked, biting his lips and gripping the fat of her ass. “I don’t like how this feels…” she tried to say. “It’s suffocating, I feel tight, and full.” She points to her chest where Itachi leaned in to kiss softly. “You‘ll be alright hon, just ride.”

Y/n looked down at him, her eyes were heavy with sleep but she put her hands around his neck and she obeyed, using all her strength left to rock on his c**k. She was a whining, groaning mess, crying her eyes out, forced to ride this monster of a c**k. With her head thrown back, Itachi kept his eyes on the way her breasts moved everytime she bounced, he clenched his eyes and brought his heavy hand down on her ass. Her moans bounced off the walls and kissed his ears, Itachi reached up for her neck, gripping it a little too tight with every move of her hips. “Damn just like that,” he encouraged, biting his lips and grunting. “You’re so tight, are you always this tight?” Y/n couldn’t hear him, lost in the thought of how deep he was hitting, and how hard she had already came.

When her final peak came Itachi dug his nails into her thighs and stilled the rocking of his hips, no words, just a low moan when he emptied himself in her. Y/n finally collapsed and he gathered her body in his arms, laying her down on her side and lifting her leg up and over his hips, allowing her to rest on his chest, he did not pull out yet. He just rested right there, eyes heavy but not as much as hers was, because in two breaths she was out. He wanted to ruin her again, round two, but another part of him knew when to stop. Couldn’t destroy her so soon.

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When y/n woke up her bed was empty, a note rested on her bedside and warm breakfast on a platter was left for her. She sat up, blushing at the events of last night that replayed in her head. The h/c reached for her phone to see if Itachi had left any messages but found none, so she read the note which said, ‘see you later.’ A cheeky smile graced her face and she ate the meal he left for her, eyes closed and thinking of how soon exactly she’d see him. That later turned into a week. She never got to see Itachi again in person, she only received texts from him, occasionally he’d call. With her being caught up in classes, and Itachi in work, there was no time in between to see each other. No time to talk about the next step in their relationship.

When another week had passed and y/n had time, already restless from not seeing him, she pulled Sasuke aside for a chat when she saw him heading to his car. The younger Uchiha couldn’t look her in the eyes for some reason, fumbling with his car keys with an annoyed look on his face like he didn’t want to talk to her right now. “Can I come over?” She asked her best friend as she leaned on his car, Naruto was on the side of the car, eyes in his phone and trying not to eavesdrop. The parking lot was not that full with students but whoever saw the way y/n leaned on the car and Sasuke’s body language paused to stare for a minute.

Sasuke ignored her, finally getting the key open, he opened the door about to step in when she slammed her hand on it. “Woah, attitude much?” Y/n raised a brow at him, lips hitched at his mood. “You’ve been ignoring me since yesterday what’s your deal?” Sasuke took a deep breath. She was right, he just turned up to class and didn’t talk to her yesterday for anything, avoided her during free period and said nothing when he went to his other class. He knew why he did that, she couldn’t possibly. Naruto cleared his throat and Sasuke glared at him when the blonde got in his car. He faced her, sighing and tucking his hand in his pants. “Alright, you’re right.” Sasuke started, with a small smile on his face. “I have been ignoring you. But it’s only because for some reason…” Sasuke stared off, “I can’t pin it exactly. I just don’t like the way Itachi looks at you, as if he doesn’t have an entire life to focus on.” He seemed to hold himself back from saying more.

“Itachi looks at me?” A weird smile graced her face and Sasuke raised his brow. “Wow I never noticed,” she laughed, leaning off his door. “Well maybe he likes what he sees?” Sasuke grunted at the joke but y/n laughed, trying to lighten the mood. She would do anything to make sure he didn’t know of her and his brother. Not now, not yet. “But come on let me tag along!” Y/n begged again, pouting and grabbing his hand. “Stop embarrassing yourself,” he muttered, blushing and pulling his hand away, “just get in.” “Yay!” Y/n didn’t hesitate, entering the back seat and kicking Naruto’s. The blonde looked at her through the mirror and stuck out his tongue, “kick my chair again and I’ll show you why I got detention so much!” “Both of you behave,” Sasuke interrupts, taking them both back to his house. The ride was filled with music, taking up the silence. When they finally did get there y/n was the first one out, going up to the front door and entering the password to the house. She made a beeline to the kitchen with Naruto right behind her, eating the leftovers Itachi had made the night before.

As she stuffed her face, y/n asked of his brother’s whereabouts. “So! Where’s Itachi?” Sasuke cringed at her question, “where else? At work dobe.” Y/n smiled nervously, “I knew that. I thought he’d be on his way home by now,” Sasuke raised an eyebrow at this statement. “Why would you care?” Naruto slurped up the spaghetti, “maybe she likes him.” He teased, then laughed, returning to his bowl. Sasuke was already pissed at how much Itachi was always stealing her attention since they were young. He hated jokes like this. “Shut up Naruto.” He grumbles, black eyes trailing on her s/c skin. He paused, noticing the faded bruise on her neck. “New man?” He asked, an almost bitter look in his eyes. Y/n trailed his eyes and blushed hard, but denied, smiling and shaking her head, “no! Just a burn from my curling iron.” Sasuke knew better but she was an adult, and just his friend. He had no say in her love life. “I just hope it’s a burn that won’t turn infected.” He told her, returning his eyes to his phone.

Y/n knew what his words meant, he was only looking out for her. When she opened her mouth to tell him off as a joke, the front door opened and the trio looked back, y/n more excited than the others because she was finally seeing him again. Instead of his older brother, Fugaku and Mikoto entered the house with big smiles on their faces. Y/n had no clue they were back already! They were chatting happily, turning around as Itachi too walked into the house with his hair in his face, barely pushed to the back of his ear. “Sasuke you didn’t tell me your parents were back,” y/n scolded him, a little upset she couldn’t have brought them a gift or something. Y/n sat up, prepared to greet them, when a dark haired woman came right in behind Itachi. She was beautiful, her hair touched her lower back and the dress she wore framed her nicely. “Sasuke! Itachi brought his fiancé over for dinner, please be on your best behavior!” Mikoto yelled, taking her eyes off her eldest and the woman next to him. Y/n’s entire face suddenly felt hot and everything that left Mikoto’s lips next fell on deaf ears.

She couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying, her eyes met with Itachi’s and he had this pale look on his face, not expecting to see her in his kitchen. Y/n slowly looked over at the woman to his left, her eyes catching the diamond ring on her index finger. She looked back to Itachi whose jaw was stiff. “Y/n is that you?” Mikoto snapped her out of her trance with a hand on her shoulder, and the s/c beauty blinked her tears away, opened her mouth to say hello, but was cut off with a tight hug from the older woman. “Sweetie it’s been a few months! So good to see you again! Oh my gosh our vacation was so beautiful, we brought you a souvenir!” Mikoto chirped, making eye contact with Fugaku who smiled at her gently and nodded in agreement. “It’s right in our room, I’ll bring it later.” Y/n forced herself to speak, laughing painfully and rubbing her eyes casually to get rid of the tears that wanted to escape. “Jeez yes! Thank you! I can’t wait!” She didn’t look back anymore, but she did stand and grab her handbag.

“Oh? You’re not staying for dinner?” Mikoto questioned, a hurt expression on her face when y/n moved. “I would love to, really, I just remembered I have to feed my dog.” Y/n smiled but it didn’t meet her eyes, she was shaking with anger and sadness. Itachi, in the background, waved briefly at her as his fiancé smiled on the girl. “Izumi come! You can help me with dinner,” Mikoto called to the woman, who bowed a short bow y/n’s way, telling her it was nice to meet her, and walked to her mother-in-law. “Need me to take you home?” Y/n pulled her hand away from his before he could even touch her, an anger in her eyes that reflected on her trembling lips. “I don’t.” She choked out. Sasuke noticed her body language and walked over, glaring at his brother and trying to shoo him off. “You good?” Y/n looked at him and smiled, “yeah! Itachi was just offering me a ride but I’m good. I have an uber coming to pick me up.”

A/N: This is a series that is currently ongoing! Taken place in Japan, Y/n is a student that’s preparing for college and the real world when she meets a man that changes her life forever. The story starts off as the present and then dives into the past. It’s a slow burn so their romance does take a minute to get there but when it does I promise it’s going to be worth it.

Story Content: Where does this even begin? They met at a shop. This fine, black girl that he never wanted to let go of. Mikey had finally found the one, a woman that he called his own and loved with his entire being, but he lost it all in a gang fight. Now all that’s left is a flashback of their life together. Their ups and downs, fights and break ups. Like any other relationship. All he ever wanted to do was treat her better than the last, and to love her forever. Mikey is 18/19 in the first few chapters, reader is 17/18. Their ages progress after chapter 9.

Themes: Slow burn romance, angst, hurt/comfort, tragedy, found family, college life, gang life, hidden identities, forbidden love, emotional trauma, coming of age, suspense, mystery, betrayal, loyalty, obsession, protective love, late-night confessions, secrets, healing, domestic fluff, emotional intimacy, interracial romance, Black female lead, jealousy, yearning, action, drama, friendship, psychological conflict, bittersweet moments, destined love, sacrifice, hope amidst darkness.

Word count: 2132. Proofread to the best of my abilityyyy!

[Present Day]

SKRRRRT!!

The explosion that followed right after rumbled through every body that was around. Walls shook, the sky turned a bright orange and the sound of sirens was almost deafening; even the patter of sneakers on the concrete ground never took anyone’s eyes off the fire that emerged from the toppled car.

Mikey wasn’t thinking when he bolted for it, it’s all his eyes did, trail that sack of shit can until that happened. His heart slammed against his ribs. Through the smoke, a bruised, brown hand reached blindly from the wreckage, scraping against the concrete. It was all the fuel Mikey needed to bolt. Behind him, shouting faded into background noise as his friends lunged to hold him back.

“MIKEYYY!!” They were trying to tell him to stop, to wait, but the second explosion was so bad it was a little too late, he fell back when he was just meters away from your body, and witnessed as you projected out of the car, body cracked on the ground in the fetus position, your hair covered your face which he couldn’t see. “Shit!!” “Mikey NO!!” He ignored them again, getting off his busted hands and running straight for you, dropping to his knees with such force they may have shifted but he did not care. Mikey was trembling as he gathered you in his arms, his chest was tight with smoke and swallowed sobs, he didn’t notice the red and blue lights that littered the dark behind him.

“Baby girl,” he whispered your name like a broken prayer, picking up your head, his heart was hammering so loud at how heavy you felt. He still pulled you into his chest, still ran his fingers on your sticky hair, pushing it out the way to stare at your bloodied face. “Y/n?...” He whimpered again, hoping you would just respond to him, just a little, and you did. Everything felt…so hot. Lungs full of smoke and a ringing in your ears that didn’t stop. You didn’t know how to call out to him for help, the words didn’t want to leave.

You didn’t know why your entire body felt so wet and cold when you gained just a bit of consiousness, but you felt the warmth of his body around you, and it reminded you of the many nights you spent cuddled up in your apartment. Mikey choked on a sob and gently grabbed your chin, turning your face so he could fully look at you. “You’re gonna be okay baby, just stay with me a little longer.” He said through barred teeth, shoulders violently shaking from the tears that cascaded down his dirt covered pale face. Your body felt heavy, the pain didn’t hit yet but it didn’t need to. With the little strength you had left, you gave his finger a little squeeze, opened your mouth to say something, and the light left your eyes.

“Baby?” Mikey called out to you, shaking you gently, but with that look on your face, a look of shock yet peace, he knew you just took your last breath, and he did not want to believe it. He couldn’t. “Baby,” Mikey cried again, shaking you just a bit faster. The paramedics were by his side now, pulling him away from your body and lifting you in a stretcher, Mikey fighting them off and scrambling to his feet, telling them to put you down.

They had to restrain him, have his friends hold him back when he tried to get to you again. He didn’t want to accept that his world was taken from him, even when the paramedics declared your death. Even when Angry wrapped his arm around Mikey’s neck to calm him down. He still saw his baby girl being taken away from him, he didn’t want to see that she was already slipping.

[Flashback Begins]

Living in Japan your entire life, you have always been judged before anyone tried to get to know you. Adults often looked at you as suspicious when you couldn’t even form a sentence, and disgust always showed on their face when you spoke the same tongue they did. You were outcasted, because you’re black. Which means you didn’t really have friends.

Mom and dad decided that they wanted to live an easy and stress free life one day 17 years ago when they were in America, so they packed everything up, quit their jobs and moved to Asia. With a degree each in the second language it was easier to adjust to the Japanese lifestyle; so when you were born, teaching you how to speak Japanese was your second tongue, English was your first for obvious reasons, and you were fluent in both by age 3.

Your mom’s sister lived in Shibuya some years before your parents moved. They lived with her until they got their companies off the ground, and now all they did was travel the world doing business, while they left their only child to live with her aunt and her cousin in a pretty house in the suburbs. Until that said only child felt like they needed wings.

That’s when you moved out to live by yourself, being on your last weeks of highschool and preparing for college you wanted financial freedom that your parents did not want to provide, still sending you money every month for rent and food. They only wanted you to pay for, out of your own pocket, personal necessities. You were safe to say, a pretty spoiled kid.

When your cousin, your best friend, maybe your only friend, came banging on your door as you sat on the couch trying to paint your toes, you found yourself groaning. The only person that can come banging on your door like that was her, who had no shame and time to always be anywhere but home. Her voice rang through your apartment like a banshee forcing you to heel walk to the front door, opening it with a side eye and staring at the older girl. “Anita, what the hell do you want?” “YOU fool! It’s summer, why in God’s name are you in your apartment on a Friday night?”

You stared at her, eyes slanted and lips folded, why else would you be home? “Because there’s nothing to do? I don’t have work today so I was resting.” Anita shoved her hand in your face and barged in, kicking her shoes off at the door and making a beeline to your room. “When was the last time you went out? Let’s go for a walkkk! We can head to Setagaya Ward for those delicious mochis we used to eat when we were kids! I heard there was a pop up night market going on. Pleaseee don’t make me go alone.” She pleaded as she searched your closet for an outfit.

You just watched her and at first you had zero interest in going, but usually those pop ups had the best street food you could possibly find, for a cheaper price than the average day. It’s been a minute since you’ve been in the area too. Why not go?

“Fineeee.” “EEE! Thank you Y/n!!” And so you went!

It was hot outside when you and your cousin finally left the house, 6pm and the sun did not set yet. The breeze that blew by barely provided any coolness and your hair was out in an afro, frizzy and lifting your edges. You were not trying to be noticed, especially with the fit Anita picked out for you, some high waisted short denim jeans, grey crop top and gold sandals for comfort. The hair itself was already pretty loud, but Anita loved it when you wore your hair out. You, didn’t, because of the bullying you went through growing up. “Your hair looks great,” she said, her sharp almond eyes going up when she smiled at you, and you returned it, pushing her by the shoulder gently the further you walked into the deeper parts of Shibuya.

When you finally got there you and Anita were quick to grab some free mochi at a cart, thanking the elder and chewing the desserts. None of you were paying attention to the stares of some older guys when they saw you laughing with your cousin, the raised eyebrows they gave seeing your toasty brown skin and type ___ hair. Not even the dark eyes of a blonde man that stood 16 feet away, who had his eyes locked on you the moment you bought a bottle of lychee ramune and went braced up in a corner against the wall, drinking the fizzy pop with your cousin by your side.

Manjiro Sano was locked on. He was with Draken and Mitsuya and they had just left a meeting, half of Toman scattered into the side of the streets and the other half, were still wired off the adrenaline of life, keeping the peace. Mitsuya was telling him something about their little blonde friend that they kept around, Takemichi, but Mikey wasn’t listening. He was too busy staring at you, the way the sun bounced off your chocolate skin, your glossy lips and your smile when you laughed. “Yo!” Takashi called out to him, head tilted when he saw Mikey staring off, but he couldn’t pin what the leader was looking at.

“You good?” He followed up, hands in his pocket. Mikey pulled the lollipop he had in his mouth and nodded, just once. “Yeah,” he said, still looking so lost. Draken didn’t pitch in, he only shrugged minded his business just as Mikey broke off from the group without a word. Before you even realised it, you felt a presence approaching you and looked up to find him, standing by your side with a bag of takoyaki in one hand, the other tucked into his jacket pocket. You blinked, looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow as your cousin poked her head out as well. “Ummm, can I help you?”

Mikey smiled showing off his pearly whites, “I’m Mikey.” You held back your laugh, wondering if this random guy was drunk or something. “I didn’t ask,” you tell him, e/c eyes wandering on his white wife beater and silver chain that hung around his neck. Who was this guy? Were you being pranked right now? If one thing that has hardly happened to you in all of your life in Japan, it was men approaching you. Mikey didn’t seem to get the hint, or maybe he just didn’t give two shits, but he kept talking to you. “I like your hair.” He didn’t touch it, just pointed with his eyes and kept smiling. “I like my space,” you replied, looking at his lollipop stick, “do you always walk up on girls like that??” Mikey blinked, “only the ones that make my chest feel weird.” Your cousin was nose deep in your business, giggling and pushing you a bit closer to this Mikey guy.

You felt reluctant to talk to him, but you did, smiling with the blonde and putting your weight into your right leg. “Uh-huh? You got a girl?” He laughed, it was short but full of humor. “Wouldn’t be talking to you if I did.” He pulled the candy out of his mouth and stepped a bit into your space some more, forcing you to look up at him some more. “Well why don’t you?” You hesitate, stepping back a bit but only ended up stepping into Anita. Mikey tilts his head left, “mmm, think I was waiting for you.” You couldn’t help the smirk that tugged on your lips. What humored you more was his height, barely an inch or two taller than you, landing on what, 5’5?

You had a mind to be dismissive based off of that alone, maybe he’d go away! But his vibe was so intoxicating! You decided to take a different route, drinking your soda and making eye contact with him. “I’m not that easy,” you say, holding everything back to not bite down on your lips, but Mikey could see right through you already. “I don’t want easy,” he said, dead serious, “I want real.” You laugh in his face but he was not fazed, smiling as your cousin tugged on your wrist to pull you away.

“We have to go,” she excused you, because the sun was already setting, and you smiled at him, not waving while Anita pulled you along. “Maybe I’ll see you again!” Mikey called after, his smile never fading as you were pulled on down the streets. “Maybe!” You called back, and then you focused on your path ahead, as he stood there, takoyaki still in head, staring as you disappeared like a rare gem.

This is a black female x reader story. A little synopsis about it:

Summary

Warnings!: MDNI!!! smut! Borderline punishing smut? Choking, abuse from partner. Verbal abuse. Manipulation. Subtle Yandere Izuku.

Content: You always go crying to your best friend when your boyfriend breaks your heart, and your best friend is always ready to comfort you in your times of need. Perhaps you shouldn’t have reached for any level of comfort this time.

Never fuck a friend.

You don’t know why you did but you know why you chose for it to be Izuku, the only man in your life that would be there for you regardless of what you do or who you’re with.

A mutual friend, the only blonde that’s had you up and down this emotional rollercoaster of a ride has yet again broken your heart and trust. Katsuki. The amount of times he’s cheated on you is insane, and every time you went back to him you looked just as crazy as he did. But you loved him, deeply, through whatever trauma you shared with the number two hero in training you loved Katsuki with your entire heart.

So why was he grabbing you by the neck and slamming you into the wall of his dorm room?

Katsuki breathed heavy down your face and his grip did not let up. Even when you whimpered a little from his finger tips digging into your trachea, it only got harder to breathe. “I told you to stop going through my phone,” He said in your ear, voice dangerously low, his chest heaving, “but you wanna be a detective. I can’t have you mistrusting me and sneaking behind my back to prove your delusions that I’m cheating on you. I didn’t okay? Not this time. If you keep screwing around and acting psycho I’m gonna leave your ass. You know it’s not the right time for us to break up yet.”

His tone was a warning, slow and reserved, calculated. Manipulative. That’s how he catches you. “You know I love you and only you baby, please stop making things harder for me. I’m trying.”

That’s right. He needed you for publicity. You were the perfect girlfriend, a golden child that he said he was going to marry. He meant it too, even if he cheated on you every time he went on a week long mission. And your quirk? Not to pull an Endeavor but there was no way Katsuki wasn’t going to cash in on whatever offspring you may bring him. You could turn the oxygen around you into explosives, imagine the oxygen in somebody’s body?

A walking lethal weapon.

He loved you, so he tells himself and yourself every day, but his actions right now? Which part of it was love? Right before he choke slammed you into the wall?

“You keep saying that, but some brunette on your phone is sending you nudes Katsuki?!” You choke out, tears perking the corners of your eyes, full lips trembling. “Maybe she’s just a horny fuck? Who gives a shit!” He released you at long last, rolling his eyes with clenched his fists. “You’ll never change,” you barely whisper, rubbing your neck softly. Before Katsuki had the chance to apologize for what he’s done, his ear went ringing and his right cheek went hot. You had slapped the wind out of him and then you left his room, tears streaming down your face as you sought your closest and bestest friend.

You went banging on Izuku’s door, which was many floors up, and in his room the 21 year old was at his desk working on a school project. His head whipped back, fluffy hair falling in his face as he stood and walked over to the door. Izuku was such a nerd, he had the glasses, the grades and everything, but he was a damn good hero. No one outside of his classmates and teachers would ever suspect that he was Deku, rivaling to be the next number one hero. If it wasn’t for his raw skills and physique, to the average civilian he would be a buff dork.

Izuku opened his door to see your crying figure, his heart pounding in his ears. It’s been so long since he’s seen you show up a mess like this. The last time you came to his room crying it was because of Katsuki, he hoped you didn’t come again because of the same reason.

Without a word you threw your arms around his torso and hugged him close and tight, face smashing into his chest. Izuku did not hesitate to take you into the room, a nervous smile on his lips when you walked with him to his bed. “Y/n what’s wrong?” He asked, eyes frantic as he looked on your face and sat beside you, calloused fingers caressing your cheek. You didn’t notice how dark his pupils were, how stoic his face was when he spoke to you, only his voice was laced with a sweetness you haven’t heard from your boyfriend since you were teenagers.

You should have noticed.

You begun the usual routine that happened biweekly, crying on his shoulder and telling him how much of an asshole Katsuki was being. Telling him that you suspected he was definitely cheating on you with this random brown haired chick. Izuku listened, he caressed your face and your hair and he listened carefully, telling you all that you needed to hear. “Everything will be okay,” and, “I’m here.”

You sob, through watery eyes you look into your best friend’s green ones and pressed your lips to his, briefly. You pull back, shocked at your own actions.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him quickly, wiping your tears and leaning away from him. “I didn’t–I shouldn’t have done that. I should go—” “No wait!” Izuku kept his hand on your thigh.

“Don’t, it’s okay.” He said, a dark look in his eye you are yet to see. He was holding back so much, the smile he suppressed was cracking. He trembled at the thoughts of what he wanted to do to you. With you. Izuku has wanted you since you guys were young but he never had the balls to say anything. He always waited for the right time, but that time never came, quite frankly, it disappeared as soon as Katsuki made claims on you. Was this his opening? After years of jerking off to the images you had posted on your Instagram, after more than a decade of secretly stuffing his face in your discarded underwear when he slept over at your place. Was this his time to shine?

He’d take any chance he could get to be with you. Any physical touch was enough.

You didn’t realize how heavy he was breathing. Too lost in your own thoughts of how embarrassing it was to literally throw yourself at your only good friend.

“Really Izuku,” you confess, “I shouldn’t have come here.” It’s not like you didn’t have your moments growing up where you crushed on him, and maybe here and there when he comforted you from Katsuki’s harsh treatment, he made your heart soar at how affectionate he was without wanting something in exchange. But that’s what you thought.

You thought wrong. Incredibly wrong.

Freckled hands touched your hand gently, Izuku was pulling you in closer by your hand, causing you to sit far more comfortably on his bed. He struggled to get the words out, but he said what he’s been waiting years to say regardless, a slick looking smile on his face, but to you it was just a nervous look.

“You can use me as you please y/n.”

You stared at him agape. What did he just say? Your pupils blown, you look into his own eyes all dumbfounded. “What did you just say?” Izuku nodded, once, allowing your hand to rest gently on his cheek. He rubbed his cheek against your palm, almost like a cat, his hand pawing at his pants. Adjusting the hard on so you couldn’t see just how turned on he’s been by your tears and your pouting, aching face.

“I said, you can use me as you please,” Izuku breathed out, looking up at you like a puppy that just got scolded. “Zu’zu..” He saw that as his sign. Izuku, shy about it, gently pressed his lips to yours. He didn’t know if you’d kiss him back or if you’d welcome him with open arms, but he needed that. Bad.

To his surprise you returned his kiss, slowly but surely pushing back physically until you hovered over him. He made his hands useful, resting them on your hips as the make out grew more and more intense. He did say you could do whatever you wanted with him.

You pull away, lips wet from his saliva and reaching for his shirt to grip. “I want to forget,” you tell him in all seriousness. “I don’t want to remember him at all. I want his lips and touch gone from my skin—“ “I’ll do it.” Izuku wasted no time, he latched his lips on to your neck and his hands were quick to grip your jeans, tugging on them and pulling them clean off. He sucked your neck like he’s never been with a woman before, had you on your back and legs spread so he could fit between your thighs.

He didn’t need to prep you, but he did.

Some nerd he was he moved like he got no play, but with his head dipped down between your thighs, it was a little too easy, how he gripped your panties with his teeth and pulled it to the side. Like he’s done this before. You let out a soft yip, his nose and face were already deep in it, lapping at your bud and weeping hole so he could show you just how much he wanted you to forget your man.

You couldn’t help it, you arched right into his mouth, gripping his bed head and softly shrieking his name. He’d be lying if he didn’t want you to be any louder than that. He wanted to hear you say his name, the sneaky bastard swirled his tongue around your insides as he thumbed your clit. The reaction was instant, exactly what he needed to hear. That deep chest gasp and moan that left any woman once you were doing it right. Izuku reached his hand up and under your shirt, gripping your bra, prying it to the side to pull out your boob. He took the liberty to pull and pinch on your nipple.

You hand lay across your eyes, practically sobbing and creaming on his tongue at the overstimulation.

You needed relief, now, a deep, “ughhh,” left your lips again, legs over around his shoulders as Izuku continued to bully you until your body begun to stutter. “Zu! Zuku I’m gonna–agh!” You couldn’t even get the words out. Izuku lifted his head before you could reach that peak climax. A trail of saliva that connected with your juices formed on his lips. He licked them, getting on his knees and unzipping his pants, kicking them off the bed and pulling out his heavy cock.

You hadn’t a clue that this man was packing so much. He was not leaking, but his pink tip looked almost red with how hard he was. You hardly sat up, he didn’t say a word. He only spat in his hand, lathering his shaft before he grabbed your hand gently and pulled you to your knees, he was rough.

He barely prepped your pussy, his tip rubbing along your lips before he brought you down on him, thick and hot dick spreading your walls, the walls that were already shaped for Katsuki’s seeds. Not his.

That thought made him gasp a bit, under his breath, but he remained calm. He let his hips do all the talking. Slamming your body up and down on his length, he didn’t fuck you like a virgin, he fucked you like he’s done it a thousand times before. You could hardly moan or even breathe with how hard he was knocking the wind out of your chest.

Gripping his shoulders with your mouth open and your eyes closed. It felt like he was using you like a flesh light. Like he was the one relieving his stress. Not you.

“Izukuuu,” you whined like a bitch in heat, even when he popped your tits into his mouth, biting and sucking on them like they were candy. You were too overstimulated, his finger found its way back to your hardened bud, pinching and circling your sensitive nib. Tears of pleasure began to fall, your moans became broken sobs and mews that he couldn’t get enough of. You weren’t even forming words anymore, not out of your mouth and not in your head.

When you tried to come off of him, pushing him back by his chest because he was moving too fast, too hard, the entire 13th floor could probably hear how loud he was fucking you, Izuku didn’t allow you to move once. His other hand was gripping your ass and holding you right there, right as he fucked up into you, hitting the back of your cervix and kissing that right angle where you saw nothing but white dots.

He was abusing your g-spot.

You didn’t even notice the tears that were falling from his own eyes because yours were closed. Certainly it wasn’t tears of pleasure, but more of anger. He knew you’d never let him touch you like this again. He knew you’d probably pretend this never occurred, and that’s why his thrusts only seemed to get harder and faster, going so far to keep your legs tight around his hips and to bully you into his mattress. Raising your legs up and over his shoulder to drill his dick raw in your pussy juices. He knew you already came, your cries fell on deaf ears with how much you begged him to stop.

Wait.

Give you a minute.

He just kept going, going until your legs got so weak you were hitting his chest to give you a break. Feeling like you were about to go numb from the hips and down. His hips snapped and stuttered, still plowing you like a glory hole when he opened his eyes to stare down at you. Your eyes were closed and lips were parted, looking like a fucked out dolly. He loved to see that side of you in person.

“So this is what Katsuki sees.” He rasped, you didn’t hear him. “Huh?!” Izuku didn’t repeat himself, he picked up the pace and grabbed you underneath your thighs to keep pounding into you, by the time he’s done you’d be too tender to sit. His hips slowed and his pace stuttered, Izuku sucked on his thumb before he brought it back down on your poor clit that he has abused nonstop throughout this entire ordeal. He watched you writhe and twitch, tears falling from your eyes when you were once more forced to cum on his cock.

Satisfaction filled his heart but it was momentary. Even when he bottomed out and shot his hot load in the deepest part of your cunt, stayed there until he was sure you were full of him and slowly pulled out, allowing you to feel how empty it was without him, slipping his finger down your cooch to act as a plug, preventing any of his semen from leaking out.

Planned.

Calculated.

You could hardly move, he slipped from underneath you to hold your by the waist and cling to you like a giant teddy bear, your face rested on his chest and you could hardly say anything to him. Izuku didn’t mind the silence. He spoke for the two of you, something you hardly registered, something along the lines of, “I love you.” To which you hardly replied. His tongue was caught in his mouth.

Oh how he wanted you to say it back. He smiled to himself, psychotic, nevertheless, you allowed him to have you in such a vulnerable way. He knew to himself that you loved him too. You’d probably just never say it.

He doesn’t know you’d never say it like that.

Months had passed since your wild sex ride with your bestie. You, as he predicted, never spoke about it again. You moved through classes, interviews and missions without so much as batting a flirtatious eye at him, and you continued to be that perfect girlfriend next to Katsuki.

As for Izuku he remained by your side without asking for anything, because just being beside you was enough for him. Even when you didn’t respond to his text about round two, a day after he fucked your lights out.

Even when you didn’t respond to his text asking if you could still feel him, two weeks after he fucked your lights out.

Even after you ignored his text two months after he fucked…you get the point. You were not avoiding him. No. You just needed a bit of space, you couldn’t look at him the same right now.

Until you did, you texted him back three months after, and Izuku was incredibly happy at that. Because even when you ignored his messages you still interacted with him in person more, and that was enough. He wouldn’t dare bring it up to your face, but he did bring up you, ignoring him.

Right now in this subtle party that Denki was throwing. You were standing right next to your other old friends, chatting with them about their hero courses and laughing about the days in highschool. Izuku was right next to you, not quite speaking but still present.

He interrupted your talk, tapping your shoulder to pull you aside a little bit.

Once he had you in a corner Izuku questioned you like a lover you disregarded after years of investment. “Hey so um, I saw you ignoring my texts. When were we gonna get to that conversation?” You shrugged, hardly making eye contact with him as you sipped on your drink. “I don’t know? What does it matter Zu’zu? It’s not like it’s gonna happen again.” You calmly tell him, completely unaware of the anger that festered in his eyes.

“Did you fuck him right after you fucked me?” He questioned, voice low and pelvis pressed to yours. You stilled, confused, pushing Izuku back by his chest. “What? No? Izuku stop.” You say, your voice wavers, you force an awkward smile laughing off his actions so prevent whoever may be looking from seeing this rather intimate but unwarranted action right now.

“So then why would you ignore me Y/n?” Izuku dipped his head down, kissing your jaw quickly, pulling back up and pressing his raging cock against your lower stomach. You felt just how hard he was growing and looked up at him once again, disgusted. You push him back a bit harder by the chest, careful not to draw any attention.

“What’s your problem?” You whisper at him aggressively, “you don’t do stuff like that without consent, and right now I don’t want you in anyway like that.” Izuku backed off, hurt.

“I,” his brows knitted with confusion, “I thought you loved me—“ You sighed so hard Izuku had to swallow his pride. “Zu’zu, you know I love you.” You told him, caressing his arm gently. “But Katsuki and I, we’re making this last.” Of course you were. Izuku felt defeat.

After the many years of loving you, and finally having you, you reject him like this? He smiled, tried not to show his tears and he nodded quickly. “Yeah I get it.” He walked away before you could have another say. But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst of it was Katsuki’s voice coming from behind. Izuku turned over his shoulder to see why the house suddenly went silent and then it all clicked, why this random party full of red and white balloons was being held by Denki.

Katsuki got on one knee, pulling out from his pocket a beautiful f/c ring with your birthstone in it. He was proposing to you, in front of all of your old friends. That’s why he was invited too.

Izuku felt like he couldn’t breathe. His first instinct was to interrupt and break the ring on the spot but that would scare you away. He’s sure he’s scared you enough for today, pushing up on you like that? What was he thinking? You’d never want him if he’s so needy! He has to be more like the man you keep running back to. Yeah. That’s how he gets the girl.

Izuku watched with heavy eyes when you, with tears rolling down your face said yes. His throat felt tight but he clapped with everyone else. His jaw was stiff but he smiled like everyone else. Surely this is going to be the last time that Katsuki won. Actually he could just kill everyone in the room right now and be done with it! But that’s not the hero way.

Context: When your husband Neteyam is on a mission you are left in the care of his younger brother, who, unbeknownst to everyone, would flat out lay down his life for you.

Themes: character death, slight fluff, slight angst.

You sat with a scowl watching as Neteyam prepared to leave for a mission with his father, the young olo'eyktan in training had to leave with his father, operating as second in command to the small squad Jake had rallied up. You wanted to go with him, begged him to take you so you can take care of him if he got injured, but Neteyam refused. You were a fierce warrior, nothing close to his mother but somewhere along the lines. He believed you would kill even if you would throw up seconds later, but he feared more than anything losing you. "Take me Neteyam." "Kehe. You know I'm not going to listen to your pleads any longer." You glare at the back of his head harder, arms crossed and lips at the verge of trembling. "We have enough fire power," he told you again, for the 5th time. He slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to face you, headdress chiming when he moved. "I need you here, y/n, safe and out of harm's way." He caressed your cheek, four fingers on your blue skin, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick light kiss. You were upset he didn't want to bring you along, but you couldn't resist his love for you, so with a heavy heart you returned his kiss. In a minute shared, he pulled away from you then to rub your braided head. "Be well yawne," "I will. I'm not a child, don't treat me so." Neteyam laughed at your quick wits. "Lo'ak will take care of you."

That, made you react. Ears perched and eyes wide, you get on you knee about to stand and protest on an entirely different topic! "Lo'ak?!" You yelled, dumbfounded, "why him?! Lo'ak doesn't care about me like Kiri does! You could have chosen a better sibling to watch over me." You were muttering by the last sentence, arms folded and standing nose to chin with the Na'vi. Neteyam laughed, kissing your forehead gently, lingering for just a moment longer than he was supposed to. "Now you're behaving like a child," he teased, "Lo'ak is perfect for the job. He's banned from this mission, so looking after you is the next best thing." He said, kissing your cheek next. The man couldn't get his lips off you! "Just try to get along with him. For me. Okay?" You were reluctant but the last thing on your mind right now, was to defy your leaving husband, having no idea when he would even get back. "Alright," you murmur, hand clenched to a ball, "I'll try." "That's my girl." Neteyam pressed his finger gently into your neck when you tilted your head up, lips capturing yours in a much more heated kiss than before. He stopped for a breath, a chaste kiss to your neck and a small pat on your rear. Heavy but striking. "Come see me off." You nod, face heated and lips swollen. If he didn't have to go right his instant, you're sure from that kiss alone he'd have you. You follow him to the departure area regardless, hands behind your back as you watched him mount his ikran, completely oblivious to the lurking tall figure that came up behind you slowly.

You watched the other warriors, father-in-law included as they got on their rides as well. Conversing briefly. Jake looked your way, towards Kiri who was sat on a log to your right and Neytiri to your front far left, her face you couldn't see, but her body language may have been the same as yours. Tense, anxious, but full of love for her son and her mate. "Be careful," Neytiri warned them, eyes low. You nod agreeing with her. Jake returned her look, leading the flight off as Neteyam did the same, then the other 5 warriors followed. Leaving the Omatikaya clan behind heading East.

You felt your anxiety coming back again, but Kiri's hand on your shoulder brought you back and a smile on your face. "He'll be alright." You smile softly, "yes, you're right sister." Turning to head to your marui, it was only then that you noticed the figure behind you. A startled yip left you, backing up quickly and looking up into the eyes of the man Neteyam left in charge of you.

Lo'ak looked so bored staring down at you, not a smile on his scarred face, not a light in his golden brown eyes. "Ah! Lo'ak! You scared me!" You yelled, glaring at the brother who didn't return your gaze. "Your social awareness is terrible." He rolled his eyes then, still staring down at you. "Whatever," you grumbled, walking around him. Nobody else was around. He turned heel too, walking behind you. It instantly annoyed you as you and Lo'ak did not get along. "What do you waaaant?!" You drag, still walking up the rooted paths. Lo'ak shrugged, grabbing a fruit from a passerby's basket and biting into it. "I'm following orders." Lo'ak says with nuance. Eywa, the one time he follows orders and he sticks to it, must it be now?

"I heard you were on probation. What did you do this time?" Lo'ak snickered. You thought your words would jab at him and make him go away, but it just seemed to fuel the asshole. "I shot an RDA in the head when I wasn't supposed to and caused our cover to be blown. Ruined the entire mission." You were not surprised to hear he messed up a mission, but the way he did it shocked you. "Oh," you say softly. Lo'ak again, did not react. When you made it to your marui, Lo'ak stood by the doorway and sat down. You noticed then when you turned to talk to him, to ask if he was going to come in as a mockery, the songchord across his chest. Decorated with Metkayina charms, shells, seaweeds and corals.

He was very attached to his chord, you noticed. He hardly ever spoke about Awa'atlu unlike his siblings. Maybe his time there was too painful. Maybe leaving, was too great of a burden. "Aren't you coming in?" Lo'ak shook his head, "that's your privacy. I'm going to sit right here." His chest rumbled, and he turned his head away from your door's flap. You close the zip, secretly celebrating not being able to see his face any longer, and then you get into your crafts, sitting in your bed and weaving, working on a blanket.

Lo'ak sat there for hours, like a patient pay'lin. It was only until dark that you left the marui and he finally moved. You didn't look at him when you walked out, nose stuck to the air and tail lashing with irritation behind you. "You're still here?" You grunt, eyes on the starry sky above. Lo'ak stood to his feet, towering over you. Not a smile gracing his face. "Yep. Still here." Ugh, how infuriating! Not even a second did you spare him a glance and you walked away to the dining hall, hunger had consumed you. All the other villagers were already eating. You join the Sulli clan's side and sit with your in-laws. Kiri and Tuk hardly ate, pushing at the fish and the fruits with boredom. "Why are we sad?" You questioned, sitting with them, Lo'ak sat opposite you all.

Kiri spoke up, "Spider and I got in a fight." Tuk was quick to interject, "Kiri pushed Spider and he left to go for a walk!!" Immediately Lo'ak smacked Kiri behind her head, "why would you do that? You know Spider's sensitive!" Tuk raised her hand, "that's what I said!" "And now you're sad because he reacted to your temper? Jeez." Lo'ak rubbed his face. "He'll be back. Just give him some space okay?" He tried to console his sister, but Kiri was still upset. She wanted nothing more than to hug her mate and tell him how much she loved him! Kiri tucked her knees in and rested her head on them, groaning. "I'm gonna go look for him," you tell her, patting her back; you were done with your meal. Your e/c eyes met the fierce golden brown ones of your brother-in-law. Lo'ak was pissed. But why? This didn't concern him.

"What?!" You yell at him, standing and walking away from the communal area. Lo'ak was on your tail. "You really want to go out at night to find Spider?" "Yes! And? Does this bother you?" You roll your eyes. Lo'ak held back a laugh from pure frustration. "It does. I'm in charge of you. Spider is going to be fine, literally go back to your marui or go to bed." You could hardly contain your laugh, staring at him like he was crazy. Telling YOU what to do?! "You're not my mate." "I am in charge of your physical well-being Y/n." "I will do as I please!" Silence. A leaf falls between you. You huff, walking away straight for the forest. You didn't have to listen to him.

You and Lo'ak walked in the forest for at least an hour, calling out to Spider and searching in bushes, tree trunks and trees. Neither of you spoke though. Lo'ak actually got so annoyed with your stupid idea of looking for this grown man that he left you like 10 ft behind him as he walked ahead. Incredibly childish, so Lo'ak. But you were independent! You were a warrior and you could take care of yourself! "I don't know why Neteyam married someone like you!" He called behind him. You snarl, "huh?! What does that even mean?!" He didn't respond and that made you angrier. "Stop walking! You're so rude to me! Ever since we met you've been nothing but an asshole to me! What did I ever do to you?!" Lo'ak remained silent, letting nature speak for him. You let out a long exaggerated groan, cursing him out under breath before you heard a low growl behind you.

It sounded like an animal, but nothing friendly. Instinct took over, you knew that the animal was not friendly, especially hearing the second dog like growl. You turned your head around slowly, eyes scanning the dark rainforest for whatever that sound may be, but you couldn't see anything! From the moonlight however it happened, the moon provided light, allowing you to see a slender razor teeth animal, it's skin was a deep shade of black, six legs and four green eyes, glowing and staring dead at you. A nantang. You hesitated. Opening your mouth as you backed away from it, trying not to trip, "Lo'ak..." Lo'ak was too far ahead though. He probably wouldn't hear you even if you yelled.

The nantang growled again, no longer hugging the earth, now it strutted towards you, teeth baring and saliva dripping at the side of it's mouth. You reached nervously for your knife in the back of your thigh's guard. Your chest moved with anxiousness, breathing way too heavy now. "Lo'ak!!" You cried for the brother, but again, he may have been too far. At your second cry, the nantang pounced at you, its sharp claws almost swiped at your leg. You were already running for it, jumping over fallen branches and snapping twigs beneath your feet. You screamed, running for your life with tears at the corner of your eyes. Terrified.

As faith has it, you slammed your foot into an uprooted root so hard you pitched, tumbling down the ground, unfortunately a hill, and your knee hit a stone. You yelled out of pain, a sharp inhale and getting up on your good leg. "Aghh! Lo'ak!!" You again yelled for him. Just as the nantang came stalking your injured being down the hill and sharp whistle of an arrow flew past your head and straight into the creatures eye. It howled, backed up and shrieked before he began to charge again, directly at you when another arrow came flying, flames at the tip of the weapon, hitting the nantang in the center of it's forehead and exiting out the other end. It dropped to the ground, deceased. You got to your feet at long last, screaming in agony and crying. Lo'ak's arms were already around your waist, giving you support as he lifted you to balance on your good leg. "Are you alright?!" He yelled, frustrated. "No!!" You cried, face streaked with tears and biting back groans, limping and walking back to hometree.

"I leave you alone for 3 minutes and you nearly die! That's on you, why can't you be more careful?!" You whip your head at him, "you were the one that was supposed to protect me!!" Lo'ak hissed in your face, like the irritated young adult that mimicked his teenage self. "You could have died." He mumbled, and in a split second tears fell from his eyes. You were shocked, not expecting that. "I think I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I lost you too." Your heart skipped a beat. What was he talking about?? Lo'ak sniffed, reaching down to look at your leg. he reached into his side bag, pulling out bandage cloths and wrapping it around your knee and your foot to suppress the blood. Lo'ak got back up, he resumed the walk. "Lost me too?" You questioned him. Lo'ak has never shown you an ounce of care. So why now? "Tsireya." You heart dropped. You've only ever heard that name twice. It was the girl from the reefs that he met. Is that who he grieved??

"Is she your mate?" You asked him, eyes heavy. "She was supposed to be." He confessed, fingers gently touching the seashell on his song chord. "What happened?" Lo'ak hesitated to talk, like saying what he wanted to say made his soul heavy. "She died." Your eyes dropped to the ground as you limped along. "I'm sorry." "It's okay. That was so long ago, I don't know why I still grieve." You rub his shoulder with your thumb, "because you love her." Lo'ak remains silent, his hand tightened just a bit on your waist.

"You mean so much to my brother," he whispered, "if you died because of me. I'd never forgive myself. Like Tsireya." He wiped his tears quickly. You kept your eyes on the ground. You didn't want to pry but, you were curious and you wanted him to keep talking. "How did she die?" Lo'ak swallowed slowly, hometree in sight. "She was shot by an RDA when we were at war," he begunk, voice getting deeper, "and I was in the line of fire. She took the bullet, straight through her heart. Died in my arms." You stop walking to look at him in the eyes. Tears welled in your own as you forced him to look at your face. "Oh Lo'ak. That wasn't your fault," you whisper, putting your head to his forehead when you made him bend.

"None of that was your fault." Lo'ak refused to hear it though. "You could've died and I would have been to blame too. I was supposed to protect her and I failed." He tapped your forehead with his fingers, "I won't let the same thing happen to you. I am your protector, I will act as it. Do better." You nod, knowing deep down Lo'ak would not listen any further, but now you knew why he was always so mean to you. "Oh," he finished, "and I found Spider. He was headed home." You face palmed, maybe coming out here really was a bad idea! "Ugh we came out here for nothing!" "I tried to tell you," Lo'ak laughed, giving you assistance as you climbed the hill to enter hometree. You were tended to, your injuries, bed ridden and given medicine to drink for fast healing and relief of the pain. Your knee was broken and foot swollen, but on the other hand Lo'ak and Neytiri took care of you. You got to learn more about Lo'ak, and when Neteyam came home two weeks later, seeing you bed ridden, he scolded his brother, but he also thanked him whole heartedly.

It was an accident, yes, but he heard it before he saw it. It was two nights ago when Scott and his friends were at Derek’s place, talking about a potential threat that made themselves known just a few months ago. An enemy pact, with an Alpha that wanted more power, and to get that power he was out for Scott. Peter ran into them first, like a moth to a flame, where there was trouble Peter likely knew exactly what was going on. They had him tied and tortured for three nights before they let him go as a warning, that next time, they were going after the weakest link in Scott’s pact. Now, at the time, the weakest person was definitely Stiles.

Now that you were here though? You were their weakest, and that’s why Isaac was sent to watch over you.

Stiles broke away from the meeting to go get fresh air on the roof. He didn’t notice that their members were few, he only needed some breeze. He felt hot from the information that he was just given. The thought of you being in danger was pushing him on the edge, he wanted you to leave Beacon Hills until this danger blew over, but a part of him knew you wouldn’t want to go. You’d want to stay regardless, to be of some use.

He groaned and rubbed his face as he walked up the stairs. Not only was it frustrating to protect you from literal werewolves, he wanted to protect your heart. Remembering that the man you loved, who you were promised a future with, was likely seeing a mutual friend of everyone, was killing him inside. Him and Scott. Stiles more because he would never, do that to you.

He paused on the staircase again, hand smacking over his face to keep his thoughts contained. “Stop it Stiles,” he scolds himself too harshly, linking the love he felt for you to what he used to feel for Lydia. He was obsessed with the redhead, yes, but he was over the moon for you. Over it. He knew that if anything were to happen, he’d put his life on the line for you. He didn’t need that in return. When he imagined you hugging him and telling him, ‘Stiles! Thank you,’ he felt his chest pull. At this point he would do anything to make you smile.

Opening the door to the outside, he saw it. With his own two eyes, the proof that he and Scott were looking for. An intense kiss exchanged between the tallest werewolf and their archer. Pushed against the wall with her leg up and over his hip. Dark hair disheveled when he let out a low growl to kiss her neck, hands going up her short black skirt. Stiles couldn’t help the, “ohh!” That left him, covering his mouth quickly. Isaac pulled away fast, Allison’s lipstick stained on his lips.

His yellow eyes switched back to blue and Isaac immediately grabbed Stiles by his wrist and covered his mouth, behind him in the blink of an eye just when the man was heading down to tell Scott.

“Shh!” Isaac tried to quiet him, the muffled screams of Stiles spread across the roof. Allison walks over, fixing her shirt and nervously looking at the taller male. Slowly, Isaac removed his hand and Stiles glared at them. “I knew it. I knew something was going on between the two of you!” He rasped, anger in his eyes. Allison couldn’t look at him. Isaac released his wrist only for Stiles to sprint further away. Guilt all over his face, he ran a hand through his dirty brownish-blonde hair. “Stiles please don’t say anything,” he pleaded, a hand raised. “What am I supposed to do? Walk back out there like I didn’t see shit? Talk to Scott like his sister isn’t being cheated on by his friend and his ex? Y/n should kill you,” Stiles placed his hand on his hip, taking deep breaths, “and I should too. You know how much that girl loves you?! She talks to me about you everyday even when you’re right in front of her!”

Allison spoke next, a crack in her voice, “we’ll tell her. We didn’t mean for it to get this far, and we never meant to hurt y/n–”Stiles raised his hand next to shut her up. “I don’t need to hear this,” he said with a sarcastic smile, “honestly…fu..” he took a deep breath again, “I don’t care, about your apology. I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. If you don’t tell her by Sunday I’m snitching. I don’t care,” Stiles told them, lips tight as he walked down the stairs back to the studio.

That’s why now, on a cool Friday night, Stiles was in Scott's room, a hand on the doorway as he watched you lay on your brother's bed. He had just brought you a drink. You sat up, sipping the lemonade and staring at his figure; he was tense and quiet. That was not the usual Stiles. "You've been standing in the doorway for 5 minutes now," you say, smiling softly while you reapplied your lip gloss. Stiles nods once, swallowing his saliva. "Yeah," he smiled but it was out of nervousness. "Got a lot on my mind." He looked up then, Adam's apple moving when he took in a slow breath, and blinked away his worries. "I'm gonna leave you to it, we're all downstairs whenever you're ready to join for the movie, but...before I go." You raise your eyebrow. Stiles continued, "if...you knew that your friend...a friend that you were so in love with, was being...disrespected...you know," he kept his arm on the doorway, "if they were being betrayed. Would you tell them? And if you were...how?"

You blinked. "Wow Stiles, that's a heavy question." Staring at Scott's closet. "I don't know what I'd do," you admit, "but I'd at least hint something to that friend." Stiles shook his head, "it's not that simple though." You nod, agreeing. "I know. It isn't. What? Is Aiden cheating on Lydia??" "Psh! No! They aren't even dating." Stiles rubbed behind his neck, "alright I'm downstairs. If you need me..." you smile at him, understanding where his words were headed. "I will." Then he left you, pulling the door in behind him. He walked downstairs, slowly, then he sat in the chair opposite Allison and Isaac, basically glaring at them as they sat in the couch under the same blanket. Shaking his head, he thought them so shameless. He was bouncing his leg. A part of him didn’t want to wait until Sunday any longer. He wanted to tell you right now, but if he heard it from you that might make your relationship strain. And if he knew but said nothing, your relationship might still lose its foundation.

You could hardly find time to have that one on one talk with Isaac that you needed. You were always busy doing something yet it felt like nothing hanging out with your brother's friends, you begun to miss your own from college. Going out of your way to facetime your group chat that night. They were either in other states or vacationing overseas. You begun telling your girls about the suspicions you had with Isaac as you lay on your brother's bed.

All of his friends were over, including your boyfriend, but they were all downstairs in the living room, cozy under borrowed blankets and searching for something to watch on Netflix. Scott had even invited Kira, a girl he was lowkey crushing on. You could hear Liam loudly on a phone call, talking to a pizza restaurant and ordering 3 boxes, Lydia was probably giving him her credit card for the payment and Scott was probably in the kitchen with Kira, making the drinks and getting other snacks.

You roll on your back, hair sprawled on the bed beneath your head and earphones plugged into your phone as you spoke to the three faces staring back at you on facetime. "So boom, I saw this text message on his phone from..." you pause and listen carefully, making sure those werewolves weren't eavesdropping then continued, "Allison. At 1am telling my man, good night." One of the girls, Jayda, a light skinned girl with her hair dyed auburn brought the phone closer. "They f***ing." "That's what I was saying!" Interrupted your other friend Dee, mocha skinned with a blond wig installed, doing her lips and wearing a strapless Jamaican flag top.

She was vacationing in, you guessed it, Jamaica, with her own boyfriend. "I told y/n exactly that two days ago! I said, they MUST be f***ing! I mean, a message like that at what time?! She knows y'all are dating and been dating! Why does she have to tell him good night?" You sigh and roll on to your belly, grabbing your bonnet and putting it on before you got your hair messy and the oils drained.

"So I should definitely confront him." "If you don't ask white boy what the hell he got going on with that girl you're a fool." Was all your third friend, Fiona, a Hispanic girl that dyed her hair pink finally said. You had to hear it from three people that the relationship between Isaac and Allison was not okay. What more encouragement did you need to talk to him? A physical image of them kissing??

You sat up, legs thrown off of Scott's bed and hanging up the phone with a quick, talk later. Your fingers grip the bedsheets, nerves started to attack you. There was no nice way to address this, so, here goes. You step out of Scott's room and head downstairs, your heart beating a little too fast the closer you got to the living room. Isaac was already looking your way before you saw him, Allison to his left and snuggling into the blanket they shared, a smile on her face that faded the moment she saw you. He stood up, the blanket falling off of him as Allison looked on with watchful eyes. Her black hair falling in her face once he started moving towards you.

Nobody else was paying attention, only Stiles and Lydia. The redhead and freckled faced man make eye contact before they look back at the three of you.

Isaac's eyes were filled with worry, he could feel the anxiety radiating off of you when he walked over to comfort you. “Hey, you okay?” He asked, his hand on your hip. You weren't smiling at him like you did that entire week. Your glossy lips were tight and you were fondling with your pajama's ribbon. "I need to talk to you."

In the background everyone was either talking or trying to watch a movie. Allison on the other hand was looking at your body language while she leaned on her hand, worry in her eyes. Stiles sat off in a corner watching it all go down, wanting so badly to stand up and grab Scott. You took his hand in yours, walking with him up the stairs to get to your room. Every step felt like you were sealing your faith. Once you were in your room, you took deep breaths to control your emotions and you sat in your old study chair as the tall werewolf sat in your bed. Neither of you spoke for a good minute, until Isaac broke the silence. "Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?" Even when you were trying to uncover his secretive behavior with her, the way he was looking at you right now made you doubt your thoughts. You were hoping that this night was going to end with you two still being an item.

"Isaac," you called his name to keep you grounded, "something has been bugging me since I came home." He nods, feet shuffling on your carpet. "I know you and Allison started off with a terrible relationship. I heard about the times she tried to kill you," you smile, but it's broken. "But since I've been here, I can see that your friendship has really blossomed." You pause, looking into his blue eyes, "really, blossomed." Isaac turned to your window then back at you, eyes blinking slowly but he said nothing.

"I hate to be an accuser, so I'm just gonna ask. Is anything going on between you and Allison?" The room was silent. Only the sound of the trees outside your window rustling filled the space, and his feet, shuffling on your carpet. You waited, two minutes, three, he still didn't say anything. You stand, walking towards your closet where you had an old toy from childhood. A squeaky bat. You pick it up, anger boiling inside of you. "You didn't answer my question." You state, walking back to your chair and sitting in it. "Maybe I need to word it in another way," you smiled, gripping the toy bat harder. "Did you sleep with her?" Isaac's body stilled. Anybody could tell that he just stopped breathing.

All those times you caught them smiling so brightly with one another, flirting subtly in the car or while you were out walking. He was always next to her, more than he was with you. The pictures you came across while in college of her on his motorcycle and him tagged. It all made sense. Stiles, his comment that day during the picnic. He was trying to tell you something, so why weren't you listening?? Stiles again, just a few minutes ago. He told you, he just wasn't direct!

You shake your head, holding your breath.

Isaac didn’t respond. You knew he did, he didn’t even have to confirm anything with the way his head was dropped. Without thinking, you swung the bat at him, the squeaky sound of the bat fills the room. Over and over you swung the bat at him and he did not move, with all your strength. “When did you do it?!” You screamed at him, the bat falls to the carpet and just then, Stiles and Scott came bursting into your room, Allison behind them in the hallway.

When he looked up, his eyes were glowing gold, just as Scott’s were red. Isaac got up, hands in the air to make sure everyone was going to remain calm. “It was one time,” he confessed, but that just made you angrier. About to swing at him with your fists, Stiles had to grab you by your waist and pull you back. “Y/n don’t! It’s not worth it!” He tried to calm you down, jaw clenched as he held you tighter and pulled you out of the room.

Scott on the other hand could not be controlled like you. He walked over to Isaac with his claws exposed. He felt every emotion in the room and yours was stronger, so it fueled him. “Get out.” Scott growled, and Isaac with his hands raised tried to move out of the alpha’s way. “I knew you were messing around with Allison,” he looked back at Allison next, who was barely a hand away from your fist next. Stiles kept pulling you through the hallway towards Scott’s room.

“It just happened,” Isaac confessed. Allison froze in that moment, her eyes hit the floor and she rubbed her hands on her arms. She opened her mouth to defend him, but Scott gave her a glare, tilting his head, “you don’t even need to speak,” he told her, “I can hear your heart.” He looked back at his friend, moving out of the way and watching the two walk down the stairs. Isaac kept looking back as he left, he wanted to talk to you. To explain himself, to beg for your forgiveness, but Scott did not allow him to walk back up the stairs. He escorted them all the way to the front door and stuck his claws into the door to keep himself from swiping at the werewolf.

“Both of you make me sick,” he admits, looking up and breathing heavy. “Stay away from my sister Isaac. Stay. Away.”

In Scott’s room, you were laying on your brother’s bed in tears as Stiles held you. You couldn’t hold your emotions in, snot running down your face and arms flailing. You did not want to be held. The brunette by your side, was not giving up though. He locked his legs around your form, your bonnet fell off your head and your hair was all in his face. You turned to push him away but found Stiles wincing from all your punching and pushing. “Y/n please, calm down for a minute.” You pause, looking into his light brown eyes and then away. “I’m sorry.” You tell him, pulling yourself away from his arms to rub you face.

“Really, there’s nothing to be apologetic about,” he says, legs folded and hands on top of yours. He bit his lip, bowed his head and then looked up at you again, watching your tear stained face. “I should be sorry,” his voice was cracking. “Scott and I, we kind of knew that Isaac and Allison were messing around. I should’ve told you something earlier,” he threw his head in his hands, hitting himself on the knee. You watched him.

“What could y’all have done? Or even said?” You grumble, side eyeing the window where you saw them leaving. Your stomach ached, wishing you were back in North Dakota. How could you spend the rest of your summer around when all Isaac and Allison were going to be around? Regardless of his cheating they were all still part of Scott’s pact. Eventually you’d have to acknowledge them in the same space, knowing that they betrayed you.

Stiles didn’t like the way you were talking, he comes in closer, running his fingers along your cheek so you could look at him. It was killing him inside. He had a feeling that if you left for college again this summer, the chances of you coming back for winter or even next year were slim, and he couldn’t not see you. It was so selfish of him. At this moment as he comforted you, he wanted to hold you and tell you how much Isaac didn’t deserve you.

He fumbled with his hands and bite his lip some more, moving in a bit closer so you were thigh by thigh. Your caramel vanilla scent hit his nose when you accidentally leaned in a bit too close, leaning away quickly to rub your arms. “If you leave after the summer’s up…please don’t stay away.” Stiles muttered, his hands were inches away from your thigh. You looked at him, your brown thighs against his jeans, you eye his bitten lip. You can see the need in his eyes.

He glanced up with his mouth gaped, “if you stay away I’ll miss you.” He said, a lip folded smile. He wanted to say more but was it a good time? You rest your hand on his shoulder then, “you’re a good friend Stiles. Really. But,” your eyes drop to the bed, “I don’t think I’d want to visit again.” It was hard to get those words out, but you couldn’t deny the pain in your heart. You moved to get out of Scott’s room, only for Stiles to grab you by your wrist. “You can’t,” he started, pink lips gaped and pulling you back to the bed. “I love you, I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t come back.” His voice trembled as he confessed, wiping his sweaty hands on his shirt and releasing you. You tilt your head at him, “you said you what?” Immediately he smacked his hand over his mouth, regret washing over his face.

“It’s not the best time I know,” he ran his hand in his hair, “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try again later I just. I can’t lose you.” His head moves up and down, thinking about his actions. There were many thoughts going through your head. You never thought Stiles could have seen you in that light. Growing up with him, he never gave you that attention. Sure, you crushed on him in your early teens but that went away in months. So how did he end up liking you?

“I need time,” you told him honestly, hand on your forehead and leaving your brother’s room so you could hit the bathroom. Stiles watched you go, he didn’t stop you. He only screamed into Scott’s pillow when you were out of sight, giving enough time for his best friend to walk into his room with his hands on his hip. Kira and Lydia were downstairs with Liam, putting away the food before it got all wasted. “Where’s y/n?” Scott asked him, “bathroom.” Stiles said sitting up. From one look at him Scott knew that Stiles confessed his feelings. He pats his friend on the shoulder and sat next to him, “did she reject you?” Stiles shook his head.

Part 2

MDNI!

Summary: You and Isaac were happily dating before he started to have a friendship with Allison, which caused you two to drift apart emotionally, quickly. And when two people in a relationship lack communication, they break up.

A/N: Reader is Scott’s younger half sister. Same mom, different dad, but she mainly presents as black. Slight Stiles x reader. This is a two part story. Not sure if I’ll make it three but it’s a bit of a slow burn angst. Suggestive sexual themes.