Shadows danced in the wall of your bedroom, the candles flickering with your movements. The sounds echoed with your actions, with your kisses, eliciting melodies from the mouth of your beloved.
Rafayel held the nape of your neck firmly as you bounced on his lap, panting moans on his groaning lips. He held your gaze sternly, heatedly, imprisoning you within the deep depths of his gaze. His hips rolled upwards in tandem to your falls, strong arms holding you safe and close.
“Raf..." your beg was but a whisper, and the tilt of his lips was a firm unyielding conviction. When you tried to speed up your pace, he stopped. When you tried to grind down for friction he thrusted upwards. The frustration of chasing your pleasure and being sabotaged caused tears to collect in your eyes, a quiet whine leaving you in a desperate plead.
"That's it pretty," he murmured, voice low as he leaned forward to sit up, now chest to chest with you. He kissed you languidly, the exhale from his nose shaking as he held you firmly and tightly, trapping you in the confines of his embrace.
By the seven seas, he can do that all day. The soft touch of your hands, of your thighs against his, of your velvety walls enveloping him so snuggly and warmly. He surged forward, patiently taking the time to memorise the sensation of your tongue and lips, letting his hands wander down to your hips. He squeezed the flesh there, rubbing his thumbs over your skin and you melted.
“So good,” you pecked his lips. “You feel so good.”
Rafayel's ragged breathing hit the skin of your throat, and multiple kisses were scattered around your neck. You whimpered loudly on his ear, causing his cock to pulse inside your walls at the sensual sound.
“More,” he breathed out. “Need more, need you. I need you.”
You cried out a sharp, long-drawn out moan as he tugged you down harder to his cock. Again, and again, and again ── until you were leaning all your body to his, mouth gaping open and eyes rolling back to your head. He kissed you wetly and desperately, all teeth and saliva, lust and love all in sync.
“Too much..!” you whined. “Raf..!”
He shushed you sternly, tone palpitating with amusement. “It's just me, Miss Bodyguard.” He thrusted upwards, making you hiccup your moans. “You're too far away...”
His low voice dropped a couple of octaves, and your pussy clenched around him with urgency, reducing your moans to frantic sobbing. You wrapped your arms around your neck, tucked yourself snuggly against the plains of his chest, and let your tears fall with relief you orgasmed, your pleasurable scream muffled on the side of his throat.
Rafayel cooed at your trembling form, holding you securely as your body was ascended with euphoric bliss. He nuzzled at your shoulder as he let go of his own inhibitions, cumming inside you with a moan of pure relief.
He kissed your sweaty forehead, cradling your head against his shoulder. Your sobbing softened but did not cease, your arms clutching around him tightly as if you were afraid he was going to leave. Your open mouth, your eyes half-lidded with ravenous lust, the pretty tears in your eyes. Strong affection bloomed in his chest, his head leaning slightly down to kiss your wet cheek.
“Good?” he whispered, eyes shining with adoration.
Your moan was weak and soft, kissing him with gentleness he doubted he deserved. “Don't let go...”
“Darling...” he sighed, his arms coming around you in a big squeeze, cuddling you close. You looked so vulnerable in his embrace, so cute ── his cutie.
Your cheeks warmed, eyes closing as your heart felt like it ran a marathon. So this was love-making? You don't think you can survive this flame, you don't think you can handle the way he touched you so tenderly, looked at you with such devotion you felt small in comparison, in all the best ways possible.
Well, your trembling subsided under his gentle caresses and moist kisses. You'd rather burn yourself in him anyways.
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pairings: RAFAYEL QI x reader
synopsis: rafayel's overthinking has literal storms brewing in linkon.
wc: 2.8k
cw: none, this is pure fluff, raf is silly in this, oblivious reader
RAFAYEL who before he confesses his love for you is a nervous, overthinking mess.
It's so bad that his sea god powers make the weather act all funny the week leading up to his confession.
On Monday it's drizzling as he's pacing his living room, mumbling the little script he made up the previous night. He had invited you to one of his exhibitions and nearly spilled out all his feelings to you when you stepped out in that dazzling dress that made you look like a goddess.
It didn't help that you clung to his arm like an octopus, the crowded venue seemingly working in Rafayel's favor since he always got giddy whenever you were close to him.
He didn't know why he was suddenly tongue tied, or why his face felt like it was on fire. His speech was jumbled and he couldn't look at you for more than two seconds before looking away.
Well, he knew the reason-that being you who he yearned for openly and dreamed about you each night-but he hadn't told you yet.
All his feelings had been brewing the past couple months he had known you into a storm that was waiting to burst out any moment now.
"Are you okay, Raf?" You asked, concerned. The two of you had found solace in a quiet corner of the venue where Rafayel was wiping his sweaty palms behind him, cursing how hot he felt right now.
"I'm fine, cutie," He laughed shakily, glancing at you before his heart betrayed him once more, doing a weird stutter. You frowned, knowing he was lying, but decided not to pry any further.
What's even worse was that you were completely oblivious to the effect you had on him, chalking it up to Rafayel just being his normal, silly self.
Oh boy, you were dead wrong.
Tuesday afternoon when you were walking home from work, it started raining like crazy, going from a gentle drizzle to large drops that had you drenched in seconds.
Rafayel, of course, was the culprit, and was currently sitting on the floor contemplating his situation. His canvas and paint brush lay forgotten in some corner, as he was tangled up in a myriad of scenarios.
His mind went back and forth about confessing to you. An hour prior, he was just a tad bit nervous before it spiraled to utter overcomplication. What if you didn't like him back? What if you rejected him and you didn't want to be friends anymore? What if you laugh in his face? He'll have to move...yeah, he'll have to move from Linkon...wait...WHAT IF YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE ALREADY-
You, on the other hand, jumped at the sudden clap of thunder that made you drop your phone on your foot.
Wednesday was even worse. The moment you woke up, rain pelted your window, the drumming of rain against your apartment building only intensifying as you made your way out, an umbrella clenched tightly in your fist.
"The weather is being silly," Tara commented, leaning against your desk, her brows knitted with worry. You agreed, and wondered aloud what was going on. It wasn't rain season, and the weather channel had nothing to say about it. In fact, all of Linkon was buzzing online about why it was suddenly raining all the time.
There were conspiracy theories about EVER coming up with some weather controlling technology, issues with Skyhaven and that it was affecting Linkon's weather, etc.
Then there was Rafayel who was sulking on the couch, muttering 'she loves me, she loves me not' dejectedly, unaware of the crazy conspiracy theories he had started on the internet.
He had awoken suddenly from a nightmare-one which where you had rejected him. The dream felt so real that it had put in him a bad mood, the storm forming quickly before he could stop it.
Rafayel was usually good about not starting, you know, severe storms, but when it came to you all control was lost.
He cursed at how strong the storm was, but his mind was such a swirl of emotions that he couldn't calm it down. He needed you to calm down, but at the same time if he saw you, he would spiral even more.
In fact, he's been avoiding your texts all day, something that made you increasingly worried as the day went on. Rafayel never ignored your texts. Never.
Rafayel felt guilty, but he felt like he needed to sort out his thoughts first before he could function properly around you again.
Thursday morning it's eerily calm. When you woke up, you expected to hear rain again, but was greeted with a disturbing silence that only came before a massive storm.
You went to work as usual and anticipated the storm, your umbrella packed just in case, but it never came. You said goodbye to Tara, Xavier, Nero, and your other coworkers before heading out.
You texted Rafayel once more, asking if he was okay. Something deep inside of you felt like the storms were connected to Rafayel, but that was silly! Right..?
"Tomorrow..." Rafayel mumbled incoherently, pacing his living room again, his hair a ruffled mess as a kept running a hand through it. He hadn't slept at all and his brain was running a million thoughts per second. He was going to do it tomorrow. He was going to tell you how he felt.
His stomach twisted-from excitement or anxiety he honestly couldn't tell-and he had to grab onto the back of the couch to steady himself. Why did he feel so nauseous?! It was you...it was just you...why was he so nervous?
Because she's perfect.
Because I don't want to fuck it all up.
Because I love her too much.
He groaned into his hands, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. He had it all planned out. He would catch you on your walk home from work, lead you to that romantic spot on the bridge overlooking the river and ask you out. Yes, he had it all meticulously planned down to his outfit and speech and-
Beep!
He gasped at the sudden noise, his eyes finding the lit up screen of his phone tossed carelessly on the couch cushions. He reached for it hesitantly, knowing that it was most likely going to be from you, his beloved cutie.
cutie: RAFAYEL ARE YOY OK???
cutie: its weird to not hear from you...
cutie: why are you ignoring meee
His heart ached at the messages, his fingers hovering over the keypad before swiping away. He didn't trust himself to reply to you right now. He was scared that he would say something stupid, or worse, outright text 'i really like you and i cant get you out of my head' like a desperate loser...what would you think of him?
He needed to say the right thing.
He needed to come up with the right words.
He turned his phone over and sighed, his heart hammering wildly at the thought of tomorrow. All he had to do was stay calm until tomorrow. He could do that. Totally.
He had this in the bag!!
The following Friday morning, your phone issued a severe thunderstorm watch, a hurricane watch, flood watch, and a strong winds warning. You blinked blearily at the notification since you just woke up, and curled back into bed before your phone exploded with more weather advisories.
"What the hell," You muttered, finally swinging your legs over the bed and slipping into your fluffy slippers. You stumbled into the kitchen, still scrolling through the weather reports before receiving a text from Rafayel.
fish: i think you should stay home from work today
fish: or not
You blinked. The ominous text only made you more curious. That was the first text he sent you all week!!
you: where the hell have you been
you: what do you mean?
you: are you ok?????
You waited a beat or two before rolling your eyes and went to get ready as usual. Whatever Rafayel meant would come to light anyways.
You pulled on your hunters uniform and watch and laced up your boots before heading out. You caught up to your neighbor, Xavier, and the two of you walked to work together.
The winds were strong, but there was no sign of rain yet.
Yet.
It was like the entire sky was holding it's breath.
"Did you see all those warnings?!" Tara exclaimed, greeting you with a cup of coffee. You mumbled 'thanks' and took a quick sip.
"Mm, stupid weather," You yawned, padding over to your desk. Xavier followed behind you, rubbing his eyes.
As you worked on reports, the building increasingly got darker, the clouds outside turning into an angry, dark gray.
When you clocked out, the sky was so dark that it covered the entire city in a looming shadow. The streets were nearly empty as you and Xavier walked home from the Association's building, umbrellas hand in hand anticipating the first raindrop.
The two of you made small talk before a tall figure blocked your path. Your eyebrows shot up at a very red Rafayel, his purple locks swaying from the wind. He was wearing a simple linen button up and dress pants, a typical Rafayel outfit, but there was something off about his expression.
His usual teasing smile was replaced with a very nervous one-something you've grown used to in the recent weeks, but he looked absolutely wrecked.
"Rafayel! Where have you been?!" You shot forward and grabbed his hands, unsure whether to feel angry or relieved. Rafayel's face turned an even darker shade of red, his mouth parting to say something but no words came out. His sunset eyes landed on you and then found Xavier who watched sleepily behind you.
"I'll explain everything," He managed to say, choosing each word carefully before he blurted out his feelings in front of your coworker. "I just-let's go somewhere else."
You blinked, absorbing his face and the way his eyes rapidly blinked. His ears were beet red and his lips trembled slightly. Whatever it was, it was serious.
"I-uh, okay?" You shrugged and looked over your shoulder. "Have a safe walk home, Xav."
"You too," Xavier replied, giving Rafayel a long look before walking off. You sighed, grabbing Rafayel's hand and nudging him forward.
"Well? Where are we going? You better hurry up-the storm will start any time now!"
"Okay, okay, just-" Rafayel inhaled sharply, the warmth of your hand in his was too much. How many times has he fantasized about being the only person you held hands with?
He could already feel himself losing the little control he had left.
"Rafayel..." You started slowly. The wind started to pick up. "Are you really okay? Were you sick?"
"I...something like that," Rafayel murmured, avoiding eye contact with you. He started to pull you towards the direction of the river bridge, his grip on your hand becoming slightly firmer.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You looked up at him, concerned. Rafayel didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything without breaking down like a fool in front of you. "Raf..."
The two of you now stood in the middle of the little river bridge that you had gushed about being 'super duper cute' in the first weeks of being his friend. The moment you had commented that, Rafayel was already formulating his confession at this very spot, and now it was really happening.
He wanted to giggle and laugh and scream and throw up.
Rafayel sighed, looking up at the stormy clouds, wishing it was a clear blue for you, but no-his emotions had gotten the best of him and now he was confessing to you on the brink of a hurricane.
"Y/N, I..." He looked down at his shoes, cursing inwardly. He's heard about you rant countless times about how you wanted your first confession to be romantic-yet he couldn't provide that for you. Not when his heart was a stuttering mess and his hands were all sweaty and his face was lit on fire.
Did he already ruin everything already?
"Raf?" You said gently, squeezing his hand. He froze in place, his eyes locking onto your interlocked fingers.
He was nervous yes, but he had never been so sure about something in his life than how he felt about you.
He was scared of rejection, but he feared a life where he never told you his true feelings.
It was you, the woman he slowly fell in love with that he wanted to be with.
A sudden wave of courage washed over his fear, words bubbling in his throat as he tried to find the 'right' ones-but he realized there were no 'right' way to confess-he just had to tell you how he truly felt.
And that was easy.
"I'm in love with you," He choked out. You froze, your heart skipping a beat.
"I...what?" You breathed, your face heating up when he finally looked into your eyes. His face was still flushed, but a new determination overtook his features.
"I'm in love with you," Rafayel declared confidently. At his words you heard thunder rumble in the distance, the wind picking up speed. Your mouth hung open, your brain short-circuiting at his confession. You blinked rapidly, looking elsewhere but him.
"Rafayel-" You gasped. "I-you're seriously confessing to me right now?"
Right before a severe storm?! This guy-!
"Yes. I am." He answered firmly, though his lips trembled. "Look at me...please." He added softly. You gulped and looked back up at him, though it was difficult to focus.
"Okay," You whispered.
"Y/N, I am deeply and madly in love with you. I can't go a second without thinking about where you are, how you're feeling, if you're happy-it drives me crazy," He let out a genuine laugh, a smile forming on your face at the sound. "I have so many sketchbooks filled with you that it's embarrassing-well, not really-but you get my point, yeah? I am enamored by you-you are my muse. The only person I see spending the rest of my life with. So I-well, I would really like it if I could be your boyfriend."
His words had you shocked, your brain absorbing the sweet and heartfelt confession as you struggled you form words. You've never been confessed to before, albeit so sweetly. You wondered the countless nights Rafayel spent thinking about it and suddenly had the urge to giggle. You knew it was inappropriate, so you settled on saying something else to him-
Instead, a laugh rang out.
"Oh my god Raf, it sounds like you're proposing," You smiled up at him, his bright eyes mirroring yours. "You could've just asked me on a date and I'd say yes, you big idiot!"
Rafayel felt his chest loosen with relief.
"So, is that a 'yes I would love Rafayel to be my boyfriend" orrrr..." His voice trailed off, a smile on his face because from the way you were grinning at him, he knew the answer.
"Are you kidding me?! It's a yes!! I would love to be your girlfriend!" You exclaimed giddily and lurched forward to envelope him in a warm hug. He sighed with relief, resting his head on your shoulder before allowing himself to slowly wrap his arms around you.
"Really? Oh, I'm so-" He couldn't even finish his sentence because you had leaned backwards to give him a quick kiss on the lips. His eyes widened into saucers and he was unable to say anything when you looped your arm with his.
"Wellll we really should get going home," You said teasingly. "Y'know, before we get swept away in a flood or something." Rafayel laughed, pressing a finger to his lips before glancing up at the sky. The darkened clouds were already starting to fade away, and you didn't even notice that the wind was no longer blowing.
"Orrr we could go on that date you were talking about," Rafayel said smugly, regaining his typical attitude fueled by happiness and the proximity of being close to you again.
"Really?! But-the storm-"
"I don't think we need to worry about that, cutie," Rafayel chuckled, his mood a stark contrast to how he felt when he woke up, all feelings of uncertainty replaced with the image of your smile, the warmth of your arms around him.
He didn't know why he worried so much in the first place!
"Let's just go home first," You pressed to which Rafayel did not disagree with. He also was bombarded with storm warnings when he woke up and did not blame you in the slightest of wanting to go home.
The two of you walked home together, the words of confession still fresh in your mind, continuing to bring a blush on your face. Rafayel, back to his usual antics, was quick to tease you again, a newfound joy in his heart now that you had accepted his confession.
He could nearly squeal at the new found relationship and was already planning an itinerary of dates and places he wanted to take you-though that could wait another day.
For now, he focused on the present, the you who was with him in this very moment.
Outside your apartment, while you and Rafayel were giggling together on your sofa, the storm clouds had completely disappeared, leaving a clear, certain blue.
a/n: Inspired by the onslaught of storms I've been facing LMAOO I love rafayel so much...i miss him... dividers by: @bbyg4rlhelps
gojo loves kissing you to sleep. it’s nothing better than having you wrapped up against him with the scent of vanilla and coconut clinging to your skin after your shower. with your head laying underneath his armpit because you claim that’s where your most comfortable but he notices the sounds of you sniffing him quietly.
his lips would start kissing at your temple. tender and gentle because if he kissed you too roughly you’ll get riled up. then his kisses would trail down your face to your eye lids. the brush of your lashes against his lips tickled, and he’d smile against your eyes. after your eyelids it’s your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your lips. he can feel you smirking.
always.
because next is your favorite part.
his fingers would take hold of your chin and coax your face closer so he could look into your eyes. glassy, hooded and beautiful. your pupils so round, he could’ve sworn they were shaped like the moon outside the window. “my beautiful, sweet girl.” he’d whisper and then press his lips against yours. soft as he sucked onto your bottom lip, and released it, pressing another kiss just as gentle. his calloused hand came to cradle the back space between your head and your neck. keeping you there against him. your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling in his snow white hair.
satoru broke away from you finally, breathing in much needed air. your chest against his heaved, a whine leaving your now pouting lips. you leaned up, brushing your nose against his. he knew you wanted more, you always do. so he captured your lips once more. devouring every gasp, and sound you made. satoru kissed you like he needed the very air you breathed. his free hand not cradling your head, trailed down your waist and around your lower back to pull you closer to him. so that now you were flushed together, no space in between you just how he liked it.
he could feel your hands began to loosen their hold on his hair. your pants started to even out, and your kisses grew slower, languid. he knew you were just shying away from succumbing to sleep right then and there. so with one final audible wet muaw, he parted his swollen lips from your own.
and satoru watched as you curled your face into his neck, humming in contentment. his hand cradling your head moved to caress your cheek. willing you away from him and to the beautiful land of dreams where’d you’d reunite with satoru somewhere in a field of flowers.
because no matter what, in every life, in every dream and nightmare, in the middle of a battle with curses, you and satoru knew you’d always be right in his arms. kissing each other to sleep or awake like a ritual of ultimate love.
arguments are never nice, but at least they help you grow
a/n: hi hi ! here is some angst with gojo of course with a happy ending !! thank u for the requests and i hope you guys like it :3 I’m not the best w writing angst so feedback is very appreciated !!
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“could you please just listen to what I’m saying?” you frown, frustrated sighs leaving your lips, hands balled into fists at your side.
satoru seems unbothered, his eyes still on his phone, only half paying attention to whatever you were talking about.
“I am listening to you, y/n” he groans, finally setting his phone down and facing you.
“no you’re not” you groan, “you know what? whatever,” you mumble, already walking away when you hear satoru stand up from the couch, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you back towards him.
“no, say what you wanted to say” he pushes, piercing blue eyes staring down at you, slightly narrowed.
the height difference makes him more intimidating than you’d ever thought, but the anger in your veins was enough to roughly pull your wrist free from his grasp, venom in your words as you repeat yourself.
“it’s like you don’t even love me anymore!” the words were meant to stay in the back of your mind, and your blood runs cold when satoru doesn’t even flinch at the accusation.
“whatever y/n,” he sighs, turning around and grabbing his phone from the couch.
you’re not sure what to do as you stand there, frozen. satoru only sits back down and resumes his scrolling, it’s makes your stomach hurt even more.
“you’re not even gonna deny it?” your voice is smaller now, and you try to ignore the tears blurring your vision.
“it’s what you think isn’t it? what the fuck do you want me to say?” his eyes never meet yours, and somehow it makes it even more painful.
there’s a beat of silence, and you almost think he’s gonna let out a sigh and apologize, but it never comes. instead you’re left standing infront of your boyfriend, hot tears down your face as he scrolls through his phone.
it’s only until he hears your muffled sniffling that reality seems to hit him, what the fuck was he doing?
when he finally makes it to your shared bedroom you’re already walking out, not saying a word to him as your carry the small suitcase behind you.
“where are you going? what’re you doing?” his voice finally seems to have some emotion in it, and it makes you want to laugh.
“leaving, what else does it fucking look like? a vacation to Belize?” satoru flinches a bit at your cold tone, hand already reaching out to stop you when you turn around, angry eyes meeting his now softer ones. “you had your chance, we’re done.”
the words hit satoru hard, air leaving his lungs as he watches you walk out of the bedroom door, heading straight for the front.
“no- sweetheart- y/n please don’t, I’m so sorry please i just-” his head is scrambled and he’s not sure exactly what to say or do, but he knows you cant leave through that door.
he’s rushing ahead of you to block the doorway, positioned in front of the doorknob so you can’t even think of reaching and opening the door.
“what is it you want gojo?” the name feels foreign on your tongue, and it makes the man standing over you flinch as you stare up at him.
“you,” he replies, not missing a beat as you roll your tear filled eyes at him, scoffing.
“me?” you laugh, not bothering to hide the slight tremble in your hands as you point an accusatory finger at him, poking him in the chest slightly. “maybe you should’ve thought of that when you didn’t give me the time of day, or when i just wanted five minutes with you,” you growl, “or when i told you right now how you didn’t even love me and you didn’t even fight back.”
there’s hot tears down your face now and your sure he can see your whole body shaking. he can only stand there, heart breaking and walls spinning as you continue to berate him. what else can he do? he deserved this.
“you know im not used to this!” he pleas, blue eyes trying their best to coax out any sort of compassion, “anytime someone wants to leave me i just push them away first so it hurts less,” he groans, hands running messily through his hair.
“please y/n, you know i love you, more than anything,” his eyes are a bit red as he leans down a bit, trying to get you to look at him, but you only push him away.
you only shake your head at him, “no, you don’t get to play the ‘this is my first real relationship’ card, not right now” taking a couple steps away from the door, watching as satoru closes the gap between the two of you.
“sweets please, I’m sorry I’ve been so caught up with work and the elders and higher ups and the kids, I just- it’s no excuse and-” you only look at him when you hear a choked sob leaving his lips, watching as the once cocky and cold man breaking down in front of you.
“you don’t deserve how I’ve treated you, but i promise I’ll learn and I’ll grow,” he pleads, and for a second the anger in your body subsides. “i cant lose you, i don’t know what I’d do without you,” the tears flowing down his face have your heart faltering, and you almost reach out to wipe them away.
almost.
the sigh you let out is enough to make satoru tear his eyes from the floor, watching as you let go of your suitcase and head to the couch, taking a seat and setting your head in your hands. he’s frozen in his spot for a second, sniffling softly before wiping his face and tentatively walking over to you, sitting an arms length away from you.
“why didn’t you deny it?” you ask, your head still in your hands, not bothering to look at him. satoru sits up a bit straighter, his eyes fixated on you, hoping you’d look at him.
“anytime I get close to someone, or i start caring about them something bad always happens to them,” his voice shaky as he continues, “for a second i thought maybe this was the easy way out, maybe this way you wouldn’t get hurt.”
“how would that not hurt me? how could this possibly have been easier than just talking to me?” you frown, finally looking at him with tear filled eyes, “how could letting me believe that you’ve fallen out of love be easy?”
“it’s not!” he scowls, “it hurt and i didn’t know what to do and it wasn’t until you were actually leaving that i realized and- fuck,” he sighs, bottom lip quivering as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“it’s only when you were leaving i pictured my life without you, and it’s not a life I’d want to live,” his blue eyes are focused on the wall for a second before he’s staring at you again. “i fucked up, badly, and I’m so sorry y/n but please,” he’s scooting a bit closer to you, his hand hovering just over yours, as if he’s asking permission to touch you.
you can feel the warmth of his hand radiating onto yours, just barely moving so your hands would intwine with his. there’s a warmth that blossoms in your chest as you watch him relax at your touch, practically melting when he feels your skin against his.
“give me one chance, i can’t promise i won’t fuck up again, but I’ll promise to try my best and communicate with you,” red rimmed eyes searching yours as he waits, “i love you with all i am, i can promise that.”
the seconds that it takes you to reply feels eternal, and satoru can feel the ground beneath his feet crumbling away.
“okay,” you whisper, “one chance, gojo, if you mess it up that’s it we-” you’re cut off by strong arms wrapping around your waist, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling you a bit.
“thank you, i love you, im so sorry sweetheart,” he breathes out, squeezing you a bit tighter.
after a moment of debate you’re throwing you arms around him, rubbing his back and breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne and your laundry detergent.
“i love you too ‘toru,” you mumble, rolling your eyes as he peeks up at you, a stupid grin on his face as he hears the nickname he’s grown fond of.
you stay like that for a while, only pulling away when he hears your stomach growling.
“how about we order your favorite takeout, put on the show we’re watching and stay in tonight? just you and me?” there’s no point in hiding the smile on your lips as you nod, letting him plant a gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek.
satoru wasn’t perfect, and he wasn’t gonna get everything right on the first try. but he does try his best.
maybe he burns a pan somehow making you chocolate covered strawberries, maybe he puts way too much vanilla extract in the cookies he baked you, but he’s trying.
and when he’s giggling and staring at you like you hung the moon, buying you flowers everytime he’s coming home to you and doing his best to set aside time for you, you feel yourself falling harder for him.
satoru was trying, and that’s all you could ever ask for.
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the worst part of dating gojo? how often he gets hit on
a/n: hi hi friends !! thank you for the request and sorry for taking so long </3 i hope you enjoy !!
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warnings: general feelings of insecurity and jealous
youre trying your best to keep the tight smile on your face, your hands are bunching up the hem of your t shirt to stop your nails from digging into your palm.
“you’re just too funny satoru!” the girl giggles, her hand almost hitting his bicep, he’s chuckling dryly, but you’re seeing red and don’t notice how he looks at you for help.
“your arms are so toned! i can’t imagine how strong you are” your jaw is clenched, you don’t bother excusing yourself as you leave and head for the restroom.
locking the door you’re fighting back tears, the lump in your throat burning with the insecurities clawing their way up. you aren’t even sure who she is, all you knew was one of your friends invited her and they ditched the bar twenty minutes ago.
all that was running through your mind was how much better she was than you, each of your insecurities picking at your brain. the vibration of the phone in your pocket brings you back to reality.
the brightness of the letters satoru ♡ cause you to wipe your tears away, reading the message and typing back a quick reply.
where’d u go?
had to pee, almost done
when you reach the table again, satoru looks almost relieved that you’ve arrived, opening his arms and practically pulling you into his lap.
“you guys are just sooooo cute together! i cant believe y/n managed to find someone so out of their league!” the backhanded compliment has you clenching your fists again, shoving yourself off your boyfriend and settling into the booth with a tight smile on your face.
gojo looks at you before looking at the girl again, he’s giving her a right lipped smile before he’s ushering you to stand up.
“i cant say i had a good time, what was it again? Camille?” she looks hurt as she repeats her name, satoru only waves her off, “yeah yeah whatever, we are gonna head out because you’re terrible company! hope to never see you around” he’s giving her a dazzling smile as his arm loops around your shoulder, practically pushing you away from them.
when you reach the car satoru is staring at you, waiting for you to say something, anything. he’s watching how you fix your hair nervously, the way you’re avoiding eye contact and how you’ve gona radio silent, bouncing your leg and picking at your nails.
“sweets please say something” there’s a slight pleading tone to his voice and you almost cave in.
“I’m fine satoru, can we please just go home” you mumble, your knees facing the window and your voice soft. you can practically hear his frown as he drives home, his music playing softly as the night replays in your mind.
jealousy courses through your blood as you remember how she touched your lover, how she touched his arms and chest falling him ‘so strong’ when you were right there. your jaws clenched, and your knuckles are white.
a sigh leaves your lips when you recall how nicely her dress fit her, how great her hair looked and what a perfect body she had. she looked like someone gojo would actually want, why would he want someone like you?
“we’re home sweetheart” his voice is soft, as he opens his door, rushing to the passenger side to open your door. you only mumble a thank you before walking past him and unlocking the front door.
Gojo’s hot on your heels, calling your name before he finally gets frustrated with you ignoring him. there’s a firm grip on your wrist and he’s pulling you to his chest, his free hand going under your chin and forcing him to look in his eyes.
“talk to me, please”
“there’s nothing to talk about!” you reply curtly, heading for the bedroom and changing out of your clothes, washing your face and brushing your teeth quickly before gojo can join you.
“did you have a good time? you were real quiet, missed your voice” he mumbles as he slips under the covers. you don’t reply, afraid if you do your voice would crack, both out of anger and the tears you’re fighting back.
“your friend was” a pause, “nice.” you roll your eyes at his words, scoffing before throwing the blankets off you and moving to get your phone and head to the living room.
“y/n!” you turn around quickly to face him, your eyes teary and your hands shaking a bit from anger.
“what? you wanna get her number? talking to her again so she can try and feel you up again?” he tries to walk closer to you but you only back up. “no! go ahead, im sure you’d prefer her much more than me” you growl, “I’m sleeping on the couch.”
satoru only stands there shocked, never had he heard you so angry and sad about something, your voice had never been that cold towards him. then it clicks in his head.
you were jealous.
it didn’t take long for him follow you into the living room, he didn’t care that you were already starting to make yourself comfortable on the couch.
“i don’t give a fuck about her sweetheart, i don’t even know her name and i hope i never see her again” he sighs, picking you up from the couch and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.
“put me down!” you shriek, punching his chest in hopes he’d let you down, but his grip only tightened. he only put you down when he throws you in the bed, pinning your hands above your head with ease and hovering over your body.
“i only want you, i have only ever wanted you and no one is gonna change my mind, my love” his words are sincere and you feel guilt creeping up on you.
“I’m-” you’re cut off by his lips on yours. it was the kind of kiss that leaves you light headed from how much love is behind it, the kind that wraps you in a warm blanket of love and makes you feel safe.
“you have nothing to be jealous about i swear to you” he mumbles, “there’s no one more perfect for me than you” another kiss to your cheek. “she’s not even near as pretty as you so don’t even try using that line on me” he says, smirking before he loosens his grip on your wrists, letting you sit up.
when you do r bother getting up satoru lays next to you, his arm draping over your waist, his hand snaking it’s way under your shirt and settling snugly at the dip of your waist.
“sorry for being so-” you pause as you search for the word, satoru wastes no time to finish your sentence for you, “green?” he smiles, kissing your jawline and you pout.
“yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. your heart clenches as you see the loving look in his face, like you’re the only person in the world.
“‘s okay, kinda nice to know you’re still getting jealous” your brows furrowed at his words, “makes me know you’re still in love with me” he winks and you roll your eyes.
“all it does is inflate you’re already huge ego” you retort and he smiles, peppering kisses on your face as you giggle.
you’re both quiet for a second, wrapped in each others arms. it’s with you when satoru’s the calmest, his breathing even as you run your fingers through his snowy hair.
it’s you he lets in, let’s you cuddle and kiss him to your hearts content. it’s with you that his guard is down, that his infinity is off.
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a/n: hi hi !! i hope u enjoy this sweet little domestic piece with xavier hehe :3 requested by @cnavyblue i hope u like it :D that last paragraph is actually top 7 things ive written ever i think so that’s fun ! let me know what u guys think <3
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today had been exhausting, horrendous, downright atrocious even. a sigh of relief leaves your body the second you close your front door behind you, taking a moment to close your eyes and just breathe. you fight back tears, no, you weren’t going to cry. not tonight at least. tonight you would take care of yourself in the way you knew always worked.
you let the hot water in the shower wash away your worries, using your favorite products and listening to your favorite music. you don’t bother drying your hair, throwing on the sweatshirt you’d stolen from xavier and lighting your favorite candle, humming to yourself as you waited for the popcorn to finish popping.
as you settled into your couch, a small smile etched on your lips. yeah, this was what you needed. you turned to the side slightly, the bunbun plush next to you stared back at you.
you were just missing one crucial thing. he was probably still awake, right?
you: hiii are u awake still :P
angel eyes: yeah, can’t sleep
angel eyes: R U ok?
you: yeah… join me for a romcom ?? :]
the three dots appear and disappear quickly, a small flash of light coming from your bedroom makes you smile widely. you hear the bedroom door creak open and footsteps coming down the hall. messy silver hair and shining blue eyes round the corner to your living room, grey sweat shorts hanging on his hips paired with a black t shirt. you don’t bother hiding the way your eyes trail up his legs, lingering on his thick thighs before finally meeting his eyes.
“so you’ve given up on front doors completely then?” you smile, xavier’s eyes quickly find yours, a smile breaking onto his face as he makes his way towards you.
“didn’t wanna spend anymore time apart from you,” he pouts, you giggle at the way his brows furrow sadly. “long day?” he asks, settling in easily in the space next to you, wiggling a bit until you’re comfortable, you body nestled right up against his and popcorn bowl placed perfectly between his legs.
you hum in response, letting your head rest on his chest as you grab the remote, scrolling through available romcoms before finally landing on one.
“if you’re a bird I’m a bird,” xavier mumbles to you quietly as the movie starts, placing a gentle kiss to your temple. you can’t help the giant grin on your face as you turn to look at your lover.
“when did you watch the notebook?” you tease, savoring the way he smiles sheepishly as his cheeks turn the shade of pink you adore on him.
“i really like romcoms,” he mutters, face turning to avoid yours. a small gasp leaves your lips, quickly replaced by incessant giggles when you cup his cheeks with both hands, forcing him to look at you.
“my hopeless romantic,” you smile softly, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of his nose. xavier smiles, blinking quickly before placing his hands softly on either side of your face, grinning before placing a kiss to your lips. you squeak softly, eyes fluttering shut and whining when he pulls away with a quiet chuckle.
“for you, always.”
you giggle at his words, ignoring the way your face heats up and refraining from commenting on his bright red ears. it was true though, he was a hopeless romantic.
memories of him constantly giving you flowers, sharing headphones, buying you things, confessing his feelings to you after you’d argued and he almost burst into tears, kissing in the rain. the thought made you smile, xavier noticed, of course he did.
xavier only cared for romcoms because he knew you’d love them. he knew you’d want a love so strong they’d run in the rain for you, a love so deep that no matter what happens, your lover would find their way to you. and he gave you that, time and time again he was your fated lover.
neither of you made it past the thirty minute mark of the movie, exhaustion creeping up on the two of you. the comfort of being home with the person you trust the most made your eyelids heavier.
you pretended to be awake when xavier stirred next to you, eyes glued to the screen for half a second before you head lolled forward. xavier didn’t bother acting, soft snores leaving his lips as sweet scenes unfolded on the television.
loud arguments from the movie caused the two of you to jump slightly, eyes bleary as you both blinked quickly and tried to cover up the micronap you’d just taken.
“did you fall asleep?” you ask quietly, rubbing your eyes as xavier yawned.
“… no, did you?” you stare at xavier with narrowed eyes, he blinks rapidly under your gaze before the slightest smile appears on his lips. “okay maybe for a bit.”
“it’s okay, me too,” you chuckle, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. you stretch with a quiet groan, letting your body fall limp onto your lover.
“‘m so tired, can’t do anything anymore,” you mumble, eyes closing on their own accord as you listen to xavier’s steady heartbeat.
“then we don’t have to,” he replied simply, placing the popcorn bowl on your coffee table before maneuvering his arms underneath you. “let’s just go to sleep, tomorrow we can have a movie night, sound good?” his quiet voice only helps lull you deeper into sleep.
“mhm,” you hum, arms wrapped around his neck as he walks to your bedroom, tucking you into bed. he slips out of his clothes and joins you under the sheets. you smile slightly at the smell of his body wash and cologne, curling your arms tighter around him. xavier feels his stomach flip at the action.
“you won’t leave right?” you slur, right on the line between lucid and asleep. xavier holds back a chuckle at your words, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before letting his eyes flutter shut.
“i won’t ever leave you, my star,” he whispers, “I’ll be right here with you, always.” your silence makes his eyes open, heartbeat calming when he finds you’ve just fallen asleep. he lets out a small sigh, “i love you starlight, more than you know.”
maybe engraved in his dna along with the nucleic bases you were woven in, a part of who he was no matter what. it was always going to be you, nothing could change that. not the timeline he was in, not the world he inhabited or the role he played.
it was always you and him, and he wouldnt have it any other way.
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nagi seishiro is absolutely insufferable when he’s sick.
he whines softly beside you, limbs tangled and lost in yours, and at this point, you don’t know where he ends where and you begin.
“sei?” you call out, rubbing your eyes open.
nagi hums in response, nuzzling further into you.
“you’re hot, baby. are you…” you turn and face him in bed, holding up the back of your hand against his neck, “you feeling okay?”
nagi shakes his head beside you, and you sit up before brushing your hair aside. you look at him, his long arms wrapped around your legs before you sigh and ruffle his hair.
“headache…” he mutters against the pillows, and he looks so uncharacteristically soft for a 6’-something guy that you can’t help your heart from aching just a little.
“i’ll get a thermometer and some pills, okay?” you say, gently pushing off his arm.
“stay.”
nagi’s arm locks you down, his months work of training finally paying off as his muscles pop out.
“baby—“
“just go back to sleep…” he grumbles, and you can practically hear his pout from his tone alone, “don’twantyoutogo…”
“but sei, you said it yourself. you don’t feel so good,”
“feel much better with you around… not gone…”
“you’d feel better with meds,” you deadpan.
“i’d feel better asleep,” he answers, and thank God he’s sick right now or you would’ve smacked him for talking back.
you sigh, knowing this conversation isn’t going anywhere.
and nagi must’ve thought the same by the way he says, “no fighting, ‘s not good for the baby…”
the moment your lips met his, nagi sighs into your mouth.
he doesn’t stay still for long. his hand glides up the back of your neck, long fingers tangling deep into your hair at the nape to hold you in place. he tilts his head, angling his mouth so the kiss fits deeper.
every time you try to part your lips to catch your breath, nagi follows instantly. he catches your mouth mid-inhale, stealing another kiss before you can draw air, then another. his lips move against yours with a slow, deliberate cadence, though the restless tilt of his head betrays an unmistakable impatience underneath.
he barely lets one press finish before starting the next, catching your lower lip between his own, holding it for one aching second before drawing you back in.
his other hand settles at your waist, fingers digging gently into your hip as he hauls you across the cushions until your chest is pressed flush against his. suddenly, he is everywhere—his scent surrounding you, his warm breath fanning across your cheeks, his mouth seeking yours at uneven, eager angles whenever you try to shift.
a low hum vibrates in his chest when your hands slide up to cup his jaw, and he leans into your touch like he's trying to drink the energy straight from your lips.
when you finally manage to pull back, gasping for air, nagi follows blindly with his eyes still closed, pressing one last lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before he finally lets you go.
the physical effect on him is immediate and total.
a deep, scarlet blooms across his pale cheekbones, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. when his grey eyes finally open, they're heavy and thoroughly loopy, blinking sluggishly as if his brain had lagged several seconds behind his body. a dazed smile curls the corners of his swollen lips.
"whoa..." he murmurs, his voice slurred at the edges and completely undone.
he lets his head fall heavily forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder while his arms remain locked firmly around your waist. his chest heaves with shallow, uneven breaths that warm the skin of your neck.
"everything's... spinning," he mutters against your collarbone.
"it was just a kiss, seishiro." you chuckle, brushing your fingers through the messy locks at the back of his head.
nagi lifts his head slowly, looking up at you with hazy, thoroughly intoxicated eyes that immediately drop right back down to your mouth.
"mnnh…" he groans, grip tightening at your waist as he pushes himself up, hovering barely a millimeter away. "i need more."
his lips brush yours in a soft, sleepy request, completely undone by you. "c'mere… i'm not done with you yet."
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nagi seishiro doesn’t put effort into your relationship at all. he doesn’t take you on out on dates, nor does he give you the princess treatment. if anything, he’s the princess in this relationship.
but if you’re going to be honest… that might be exactly why you’re so in love with him. nagi seishiro is lazy and effortless, yes, and he carries that in everything he does, including loving.
so when you come over with food and try to tease him by asking, “what’s the magic word, baby?” he frowns and groans, and you expect him to whine out a “please,” but what escapes his lips are words sweeter than the melted mcflurry in the bag…
“i love you.”
how could you resist? and to make it sweeter, of course it’s his first time saying that. you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling as you sit down beside him, finally opening the bag. “feed me?” he pleads, and you can’t tell if it ruins the moment completely or serves as the cherry on top.
and like that time when he hears you on the phone talking with a friend.
“being a model is living life on easy mode, ugh. i wish i was model pretty,” you say absentmindedly, looking at your nails.
nagi’s head is laid down on your lap, and as you finish speaking, he lifts his head to look at you, “you’re seishiro pretty, though.”
yeah, you did not catch a word your friend said after that.
or when you got jealous after seeing him with a girl from his high school, who happened to bump into him on his way home from training. as you look at the two of them talking, a boiling rage consumes you entirely.
you scold him, telling him that it was rude to keep you waiting and that the girl was absolutely way too giddy for this interaction to not have any romantic undertones.
“i’ll just never speak to her again, then,” he mumbles, face halfway buried in his pillow.
you sigh deeply, anger bubbling up even more until you turn to see his face completely blank, “wait, you’re serious?”
“yeah. i already blocked her on everything. can we stop fighting now? it’s such a hassle…”
BONUS: “i don’t know why you insist on fighting with me all the time. you know i’ll just do whatever you want, you don’t gotta argue… :x”
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꒰ 糸師冴 ꒱ › sae accidentally hard launches you mdni.
pro player! sae itoshi x f! reader. inspired by mbappe so ooc lol.
sae itoshi despises social media with every fiber of his being. it’s too lukewarm for him. all his accounts are managed by some pr team that solely posts professionally shot photos of him and he only opens instagram for the following reasons:
to repost reels of his match highlights that re al’s social media team tags him in,
to reluctantly comment on shidou’s posts after receiving an absurd amount of threatening texts from him,
and to like your posts and stories within seconds of you uploading them.
the latter being the main reason he bothers to check the app.
you’ve been together since you were both awkward teenagers but sae is still adamant about keeping your relationship private. not because he’s ashamed — far from it — but because his fanbase is, for lack of a better word, unhinged.
they know he’s been in a relationship for years; he’s never denied it in interviews. what they don’t know is who he’s dating. and with how private the midfielder is, most fans had long since accepted that they’d never find out. but as fate would have it, they get their answer a few hours after re al wins the uefa champions league.
sae’s just gotten out of the shower, a towel slung low on his hips as he rummages through his bag for a fresh set of clothes.
“took you long enough” you sigh, you’ve been waiting for him on the king-sized bed — wearing nothing but his spare re al kit — for what feels like forever.
sae glances up, his usual detached expression softening for just a fraction of a second as his teal eyes sweep over you. he pads toward the bed, the carpet muffling his steps until he’s right in front of you, leaning over. his fingers brush against your collarbone as he traces the collar of the jersey.
“you’re wearing my kit again ?” he shakes his head fondly before saying, “it’s not even your size” he emphasizes his point by tugging gently at the sleeve hanging well past your elbow.
“it still looks better on me.” you grin as you look up at him.
“i think it looks better off you.” his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips and then he’s kissing you. veiny hand moving from the jersey to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place as he pours everything he felt during the match into your parted lips.
he barely pulls away, just enough to grab his phone from the nightstand without breaking the kiss completely. the screen illuminates his sharp features, casting a pale blue glow on his cheekbones as he opens the camera. he needs to commit this to memory, to capture this exact moment before he’s too lost in you to think straight.
there are few things sae itoshi loves more than taking pictures of you. he has thousands of them on his phone; candid shots of you sleeping, photos of you in his clothes, in your own, in nothing at all. on rare occasions he’ll post a picture or two on his close friends story. his way of showing you off without exposing you to his fans.
he doesn’t need to ask you to pose. you’re already turning onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looking back at him over your shoulder. you reach back with one hand and point directly at the number ten between your shoulder blades. the soft click echoes in the hotel room as he captures the image. it’s perfect. you’re perfect. he’d be an idiot not to post it.
he’s quick, thumbs flying across the screen as he types out the caption, ‘the re al trophy’. he hits what he thinks is the right button to share this moment with his small, curated list: rin, his teammates, and shidou — who will undoubtedly send a tirade of messages saying he should be the one celebrating with sae instead of you. he tosses the phone onto the bed beside you, his attention immediately returning to more pressing matters. i.e. taking his jersey off you
he’s leaning in to press a kiss to your shoulder when his phone vibrates. once. twice. then far too incessant for a close friends story. he breaks away with a frustrated groan, snatching his phone up. to his surprise and dismay, it’s not just shidou being shidou for once. but a tsunami of notifications from his official account.
his eyes widen as he opens instagram and sees it: the picture of you, in his kit, pointing at his number. posted to his public story, not close friends. thirty seconds ago. he scrambles to delete it even though he knows it’s already too late.
“shit” his thumb hovers uselessly over the screen as the notifications continue to pour in, each one a fresh wave of public exposure. the internet moves fast when it comes to sae itoshi.
you raise a brow, turning to look at him, “what’s wrong ?”
he doesn’t answer right away. his gaze is fixed on the ceiling, but you can tell he’s not actually looking at the ornate plaster. his jaw is tight, muscle ticking beneath his skin, and his eyes are clamped shut.
years of privacy, of sidestepping paparazzi and shutting down invasive questions, of keeping the person he loves safely beyond the reach of public scrutiny — all undone in less than thirty seconds.
he drops the phone onto the bed as if it’s burned him, running a hand through his damp maroon hair, “i posted it” he mutters dejectedly. and when you remain unfazed he adds, “publicly.”
you blink, processing his words. the indifferent look on your face, completely at odds with the panic etched onto his. “oh.” you say, your voice surprisingly calm. “well, that’s one way to do it.”
sae stares at you like you’ve just grown a second head. “that’s all you have to say ?” his voice is strained, “you’re not upset ?”
“why would i be ?” he lets out a sigh of relief, picking up his phone again. his pr manager’s name is flashing on the screen, but he ignores it. he clicks on the story a fan account’s tagged him in. they’ve already zoomed in on your face, trying to match you with old, blurry pictures from the stands. it won’t take them long to find your account. you reach out to still his frantic scrolling by placing a hand on his wrist. “are you upset, sae ?”
“obviously” he stops scrolling, his thumb frozen on the screen, but he can’t bring himself to look at you, “i’m very upset with myself.”
“why ?” you press gently, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist.
“because i was careless” he admits, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. “and i would’ve preferred to do this properly.”
you shift, moving to kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his tense shoulders. you start to knead the tight muscles, feeling him gradually relax under your touch. “define ‘properly’”
he doesn’t answer right away. he leans into your touch, his head bowing slightly as you work out a particularly stubborn knot between his shoulder blades. “i don’t know . . . i just wanted it to be on our terms. when we were ready. not because i fumbled with my phone like an idiot.”
sae itoshi, who can slot a penalty past the world’s best keeper without so much as trembling, is freaking out over an accidental hard launch. you can’t help but laugh. it makes his shoulders, which were slowly relaxing under your touch, stiffen all over again.
“don’t laugh at me. it’s not funny,” he mutters, though there’s no real heat behind his words. “not in the slightest.”
“you’re right, it’s not funny, it’s adorable” you lean in and press a kiss that makes his frustration fade away to his lips.
deep down, beneath his initial panic, sae’s glad. he’s glad because he knows that once the world gets over the excitement of finally knowing who you are, he can finally show you off the way he’s always wanted to. he can finally hold your hand walking down the street, kiss you in the stands after a goal, and take you to those fancy award dinners he’s always avoided. the thought of it all makes his heart race. some mistakes are worth making.
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Xavier finds out you have been flirted with.
─ .✦ established relationship, jealous and possessive Xavier, MC got flirted with, they fight and make up
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Written for this lovely event by @gardenialily ♡ I know this has taken me quite some time, but i had a lot of fun writing so if you can, please go and check out the masterlist!
I chose (1) A = angry (2) X = XO and (3) Repayment!
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- xoxo, your secret admirer ;)
When you get out from the shower still patting down your slightly damp hair, you notice Xavier standing in the middle of the kitchen staring at something in his hand that you cannot immediately recognize as you step closer, faintly noticing the serious expression drawn across his face.
It's unusual for him not to turn his head in your direction, especially when you had been too impatient to go and dry your hair first — something, that will always have you end up with a runny nose for a couple of days after and put on long sleeves even during the warmest summer days.
Usually, Xavier would immediately offer to get the hairdryer for you, have you sit down on the sofa, so he can take his time making sure your hair would be completely dry before you lie down somewhere else. He's learned your care routine over the months of dating you and has gotten pretty good with it, to the point you trust him with everything while you relax under his magic spell.
But tonight, Xavier looks.. distressed? He's still staring at whatever is in his hand, his back turned to you that you have to tiptoe around him in an attempt to get a look, but he's faster and already moving away before you can see what has him so riled up.
You spot the bag you brought home just a couple of hours ago sitting on the counter in front of him: it's from that fancy patisserie that just recently opened which Zayne recommended to you during one of your appointments last week. And since Xavier's coming over tonight for dinner, a movie night and probably some cuddling after, you made sure to stop by on your way home to bring back an array of freshly baked goods you two could have as a dessert.
You assume he must have taken them out to serve them on some plates while you had been in the shower, yet whatever happened during it, must have left him so conflicted that he has silently contemplating something without saying a word to you even when you're right next to him.
"What's on your mind?" you ask him casually, walking over to the cupboard to take out some plates, "You've been so quiet."
Xavier doesn't respond. You walk over to the drawer next to him and reach for some forks, take a quick glance up and realize that whatever must be on his mind is not something you should be taking this lightly; there's something unexplainable behind his eyes which you always loved to compare to the prettiest stars in the sky — something dark and dangerous that you can't put the right words behind.
"Xavier?" you reach for his hand and gently pat it, and Xavier's eyes widen for a quick second as his head whips up and he stares right back at you, "..are you alright?"
"Where did you go today?" he asks instead of answering your question, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer, "After work, I mean."
"Hm? Oh, I stopped by that pastry shop," you remind him, your arms returning the embrace without realizing how tight his grip has gotten, "The one that just opened near the association. I think it's called.. 'les étoiles'? Why?"
You turn towards the bag on the counter and carefully open the box, showing him what's inside, "Looks great, doesn't it?" you chirp with a small giggle, "I picked out a bunch for us to try. The staff there recommended this one when I-"
"The staff, huh"
His voice drops, and the part of your skin that his hands are touching starts feeling incredibly warm. You recognize this tone and the way these words coming out of his mouth sound: it's reminiscent of how Xavier always acts when you talk to him about your neighbor Charlie, or how he reacts when you tell him about getting free macarons from Zayne after finishing your monthly check-ups.
It's something you have learned about him just after you two started dating. The sudden changes in his mood when you had happily told him about getting free bread had taken you by surprise at first, and it's only a while later that you realized it's only with certain people that Xavier gets like this: he is jealous.
You've never thought of him as the jealous type when you had first gotten to know him; Xavier always seems so calm and collected about everything else in his life, that you never realized how easily affected he is when you closely hang out with someone else until you started taking a closer look at him and the way his face changes.
Except the thing is, for today, you don't think something had happened that would result in him looking this angry: in fact, since he wasn't even there when you went to pick up desserts, there's no reason for him to look this upset. Especially, since this isn't something unusual for you two; there have been a lot of occasions where either of you go and pick up food for each other, and never had it resulted in an argument like it sometimes does when Xavier's jealousy makes it hard to even greet people you've known for a while.
"Did they say anything to you?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges, "What did they look like?"
You look up at him and tilt your head, "Uh, I don't think I remember tha-"
"Do you really? Or are you just saying that so I don't pry further?"
He looks tense, his eyes scanning every single bit about you as if trying to find a hole in your story that just isn't there. And then you finally spot the slip of paper in his palm that he had tried to hide away from you this whole time.
"What's.. that?"
You reach for it before he's able to register what is happening, and when you finally manage to read it all, the puzzle full of questions starts solving itself bit by bit:
It's a note someone must have put on top of the box of pastries you have gotten earlier today, that you didn't even notice until Xavier did. The phone number, hastily scribbled down next to a very flirty message that is trying to catch your attention, has you let out a small gasp; especially when you recall not having whatsoever of an overly friendly conversation with the person taking your order. In fact, you are pretty sure you had asked for a recommendation, keeping in mind a certain someone who liked anything with cherries in it.
"Who-"
"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he replies coldly, "Why did you take this?"
"I didn't! I didn't even know this existed until just now-"
"And he just happened to ask to get to know you better when all you did was order? Is that really what you want me to believe?"
You are staring at him wide-eyed; his harsh words echoing in your head as your heart stops beating for a second and you feel a pained sting in your chest. This isn't the Xavier you have grown to love and cherish; not the one, who you have promised to be with for as long he'd keep shining for you.
This is an unreasonable part of him that has forgotten about everything you've ever told him.
And he can clearly tell how hurt you are. The moment the words leave his lips, it's like he stops breathing for a second, realizing what he had done. Xavier huffs, taking the note out of your hand to give it one last read before he crumples it in his fist. And then, without saying another word, he backs off and quietly walks away.
He doesn't get far, because you are following him closely, your hands reaching forward to hold him back because his silence has you worried about what's going through his head. Xavier's jealousy has never really been an issue for you; in fact, there is a part of you that finds his possessiveness quite attractive since he doesn't really go too far with it except for trying to prove the point that you are his, and his only. It's just that in rare cases like this, his impulsiveness will bury any rational thought he'd usually have, had this not been about you.
You are certain that deep down, Xavier knows, that you won't ever have eyes for someone else, but he despises the idea of someone else looking at you the way he does: your loveliness, charm and sweetness something only he wants to lay his eyes on, even though that's not really possible.
"I really had no idea.." you mumble, your fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt, "I'm sorry, Xav, I didn't really mean to-"
"There's no reason for you to be sorry," he mutters, shaking his head, "It's me. I just.. need some time to cool my head right now-"
You wrap your arms around his back and feel the way his muscles tense under your touch when you press your body closer. "You can talk to me about it, I don't mind" you mutter, "I.. I get worried when you stay too quiet and don't even look at me"
Xavier turns around, his hand reaching up to cup your face, "I'm sorry" he mumbles, his eyes finally looking familiar again, his thumb brushing your cheek slowly. His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, his voice softer than before "I didn't mean to hurt you with my words and I didn't mean to get this angry. It was stupid of me-"
"I'm all yours" you interrupt him, nuzzling your face into his palm, "And you are all I ever think about, don't forget that. No one's ever going to change that, and I'll make sure to keep telling you until you realize how madly in love with you I am."
The breath he lets out sounds like he has been holding it for a while; Xavier's ears turn pink and you watch how a fluster fills up his face, "I also don't want anyone else but you," he says quietly, "And I will always choose you. I'm sorry for hurting you."
Your stomach flutters and you reach your hands up to pull him down by the drawstrings of his hoodie, closing the distance between you two until his face is just right in front of yours, "What can I do to make you stop looking this guilty, hm? Tell me how I can repay you, and you'll have all of me."
"..Please kiss me."
Your lips find his without a second thought. Xavier parts his lips and invites you in, swipes his tongue across your lips as he deepens the kiss and pulls you even closer. You call feel his warmth as it engulfs you, his lips making sure to tell you how much his heart beats for you, and you only. He tastes sweet, which is confusing, considering the desserts haven't even been touched at all; and if this is how sweet he is, then there's no need for any pastries tonight when you can have all of him instead.
"More," he mumbles, his voice raspy as his arms wrap around you to keep you just where he wants you to be: right in his arms, with not an inch of space keeping you away from him, "I want more."
And there's no way you are going to refuse him when he's asking you so nicely now, aren't you?
