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𑣲║ Happy Trail

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Toji couldn't care less about hair or the task of shaving it. Maybe he'll trim the hedges from time to time, but it's not like he gave it much thought.

Well at least he didn't think about shaving or body hair at all until he met you.

The man had his turn around the block and knew most things that turned women on or whatnot, but he felt like an amateur when it came to finding things out about you. In reality, Toji knew some girls fawned over a 'natural' guy— you took it to a new level.

Something that particularly caught Toji's attention was how you fixated on his hair. At first he thought your hands just brushed over his v line whenever things were getting heated and you wanted to give signs to continue. You know, the area leading down to his groin that made his blood rush from the sensation of your nails scrapping against sensitive skin. Although as he thought about it more and how your fingertips continuously would brush up and down his happy trail, he realized it wasn't some coincidence.

Whenever you sucked him off you had one hand jerking whatever length you couldn't fit, but the other pressed against his pelvis— same way he does to you whenever you squirmed too much and he needed to keep your hips down. Though you weren't doing it for a practical reason, you were just touching there instead of fondling his balls like a 'normal' chick.

Sometimes you got needy while he let you dominate, so you'd grind your pussy onto his pelvis to 'warm up.' Once you peeled away and finally agreed to stop humping your clit against the rough tuffs of hair, you finally sunk down on him.

Hell sometimes you two would watch a movie and your hand absentmindedly ventured to the waistbands of his shorts and raked your fingernails against the hair. Directly causing Toji to sport a boner and the movie was always eventually ditched.

Compiling all the instances together, your boyfriend only landed on one answer: you had some kink for his happy trail. He didn't know the specifics on what can be called a 'kink,' but you sure as hell are into it.

It was incredibly lewd how you would peel your body off of his and your arousal would stick to some of the hairs; beaded on the black strip. You'd purposefully moan into his ear while grinding the pussy along the spot as he laid back in bed.

"That good, yeah?" he'd hoarsely say while watching how your tits swayed in his face— a droplet of sweat trailing down the soft mounds.

He didn't even care that his dick was left standing neglected behind you. If he was lucky, you sometimes dragged your hips down his waist further so the curve of your ass brushed against his throbbing length, but you never purposefully did it. No, of course he taught you to just pleasure yourself however you'd like— as long as his body was the source. He can't be mad he turned you into a spoiled brat.

So, being the tease your man is, he decided to start wearing low waisted sweatpants. Ones that barely covered him so his underwear waistband peaked out more.

Take for instance right now: he's laid back on the couch, sweatpants loose on the waist, no shirt, and just scrolling through the TV as if he couldn't see you ogling in the corner of his eye.

He did. He noticed you when you first sat down and clenched your thighs together, subtly, before your gaze trailed down his abdomen. He could practically feel your eyes tracing down his happy trail and your thoughts consumed with what it led to.

"Thinking about shaving it," he finally said while clicking onto some random show, "I can feel it rub against my shirts sometimes— shit is annoying." Although he didn't clarify what he meant, the two of you realized what he was referencing. Yeah, you're busted.

After a small pause while you stared at his side profile, him staring straight ahead, you spoke up: "maybe just a trim?"

Toji almost laughed at your 'suggestion' because wow— you couldn't hide your disapproval. You offered an alternative instead of just shaving, but it's clear by your tone that you would rather him keep it entirely.

Though Toji knows no limit to playing with you, so he doubles down.

"Nah, that's too much work."

"I can do it," you retort swiftly.

Finally his eyes cut to you, assuming you're joking, but he's just met with a determined look in your eyes.

"What? Gonna handle my manscaping?" he teased, but you didn't laugh back. No, you were taking this a little too seriously— that only made your boyfriend wonder how far he could push it.

Once you were in front of him, on your knees with him standing against the bathroom counter, and the buzzing razor in hand did he finally admit it was a joke.

You stared up at him as if you hadn't been mentally mourning the happy trail you were about to shave. He waited until he fully convinced you this was happening and took you up on your offer?

Quickly, you were standing and clicking the razor off before tossing it onto the counter.

"Asshole," you mumble. Meanwhile, he was cracking up at your pout and how upset you genuinely got. Originally you held your tongue simply because Toji would never comment on you shaving or not shaving, so you wanted to reciprocate that. However, he just exploited your kindness.

"C'mon baby, you can't actually be pissed off," he said before following after you. He still has that stupid grin plastered across his face.

"That was a mean prank."

"Oh so you admit you like it?"

"Shut up."

𑣲║ ¡Loser Armin! x ¡Popular Reader!

Part 1 ↠ Part 2

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Warnings: oral (both m and f receiving), somewhat guided masturbation, praise, p in v penetration, teasing ofc

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¡Loser Armin! who was a natural early riser. Ever since grade school Armin was use to being first up in his household.

Even when he'd spend all night cramming in information before an exam, he never slept in past eight. His circadian rhythm just forced him to be a natural morning bird no matter the case. Armin did enjoy waking up early so he could begin his day and establish a routine; however, it always sucked whenever the blonde had sleepovers with his friend, Eren.

Eren got up no earlier than half past nine and even then he was a terror. All throughout school Eren's mom would continuously invite Armin over, hoping the boys tranquil character would rub off on her rambunctious child, but it never worked.

By morning Armin would have already been staring at the celling for the past hour while Eren snored. Overall, Armin slowly learned to say he was 'busy' whenever Eren invited him over; afterall, no one enjoys waking up with no blanket, parched, and you know your friend won't be awake for several more hours.

So when Armin did wake up after falling asleep in your bedroom, he wasn't surprised to see you still snoozing. What did surprise him is how your body was half draped over his with your legs tangled. He did not remember falling asleep like that. If anything he remembers specifically letting you scoot to the corner of the bed before climbing in and staying to the other side.

Your head was settled on his collar while a hand laid across his chest and gripped onto the arm by his side. He could feel your soft breaths with every inhale and exhale as he didn't move a muscle.

He tilted his head to just look at the small clock on your side table, only seven, then returned to his original position. Right now technically was the best time to slip out of the room since you may not even remember him bringing you home, but he also didn't want to flee like some raunchy hookup.

Luckily for him, it only took about twenty minutes of subconsciously counting each of your breaths while noting parts of your room until he felt you stir. Your legs shifted and straightened while pulling away from him as you planted a hand on his chest and pushed yourself upwards.

He opened his mouth to speak and quickly explain the situation, for you practically shot up so you must've been frightened by the man in your bed. However, your sudden command, "move," snapped him out of his thoughts. His mind swiftly registered you scrambling out of the bed with your palm firmly planted over you mouth like you were going to— right.

Without a word Armin hopped off of the bed while you ran to the small bathroom connected to your bedroom, not even turning on the lights, and began hurling. Hesitantly Armin forced himself to grab the Asprin bottle and water before starting to walk towards the bathroom.

He just sets down both things and sees your miserable form crumbled up next to the toilet as it flushes.

"Do you want a sip of water?" he suggests, so you can maybe try to get the taste out of your mouth.

Glancing up at him, you didn't ask why he was here even though it was morning. You don't consider questioning why your heels were off and when you wiped your eyes you didn't feel mascara.

"Yeah," you mumbled and took the bottle from his hands and took a swig before spitting it out into the toilet. Finally, you took a regular drink.

Armin just grabbed the pills too and knelt down next to you as he handed them over; subtly pushing some of the shorter hairs that frame your face off of where they'd gotten stick to your damp skin.

Again, you just took the item from his palm and got two out and downed them. The blonde watched while debating if he should say something about last night. You didn't seem all that shocked when you woke up with him beside you, so maybe you did remember?

Cautiously, he asks, "do you remember last night? Us leaving the party I mean."

Pausing for a second, he saw you go still and glance at him, then look straight ahead. Clearly some cogs were turning in your head as you took a moment to think.

"Nope. I think I'm going to have a headache, so you better just leave," you murmured.

Armin stared at you for a moment— why had it taken you so long to answer? He felt the need to press for more. To ask if you didn't even remember going off on that guy; however, he just nodded and stood up.

"Okay, I hope you feel better soon," he whispered, as to not worsen your headache, and then walked out of the bathroom and left your dorm.

¡Loser Armin! who isn't keen on confrontation. He wanted so badly to talk to you about that night and ask if you were rambling drunkenly or if your words had meaning. What held him back was how nervous he felt when considering how you might get upset at his pestering.

You didn't mention that night and it's been two weeks.

He showed up to your dorm after classes some days, like usual, and during lectures you still sat beside him. The both of you still got hot and heavy when you were alone. It's not like you were trying to change and suddenly avoid him, but Armin could feel the tension building.

He didn't dare bring up how you ditched him at the frat.

He didn't even consider asking why you hesitated for so long before answering his question when the both of you were up that morning.

¡Loser Armin! who wasn't always the best with reacting to others emotions. Don't get him wrong, he's not oblivious to whenever he needs to shut up or soften his voice with someone. Some call it manipulative how he'll sweeten the professors up so they'll grade him nicer whenever he has speeches or presentations, but he'd call that just using his devices.

However with you, it felt different. He could tell whenever you're frustrated with work the professor assigned by how your brow would twitch and you'd scoff under your breath more often. He knew whenever he was annoying you through long winded explanations of whatever you asked by how your eyes would drift away from him. He especially knew whenever your friends ticked you off because you'd be rougher when kissing and more demanding.

What he didn't know was this new behavior. It was subtle, such a tiny shift that most people probably wouldn't notice, but he picked up on it.

You use to be all teasing and flirty with him; deliberately trying to make his face red or have him cover his crotch with a random folder during class. Now you were... calmer? Maybe that's the word.

Whatever it was, you were, respectfully, weirding the poor guy out.

Armin had gotten use to the usual rhythm of coming over to your sorority, doing a tiny bit of work, going down on you, then you kicking him out. Now it seemed like the time was mainly filled with you asking him random questions.

"Where are you from again?"

"You've actually known Eren for that long? Eren as in the frat president and not some geek?"

"Have you always lived with your grandparents?"

"What's that manga you mentioned yesterday?"

"How come you're so into science? Are you one of those people better at science and math rather than history and english?"

Basically, Armins been bombarded with more questions within the past week than he thinks he ever has in his whole life.

He's never had a girl take such an actual interest in him, or maybe you were just making note of things to tease him about later. He considered asking Eren about it, but for some reason his situation felt more special when others didn't know.

Eren was still under the impression you were some chick using Armin for good grades— he had no idea about the scandalous things and he would've never guessed. Eventually, the blonde decided to just not tell his friend and instead allow himself to figure things out alone.

¡Loser Armin! who was always a quick learner— especially with you. When those pretty gasps left your mouth while you navigated him, "a little lower," he'd instantly do what you said.

Just moments ago, Armin had been flicking his tongue against your clit while his fingers quickened and he gave longer strokes. He had been practically making out with your clit while your slick coated his chin, but he didn't care.

"Faster," you whimpered out while forcing his head impossibly closer as your fingertips scrapped against his scalp. He just hummed in response before making sure his fingers curled just right— how you taught him to.

It wasn't shocking when he felt your thighs squeeze around his head as your back arched and your walls spasmed around his fingers. Deliciously, like you instructed him, he pumped his finger a bit longer while you rode out your orgasm and he kissed your puffy folds and slick inner thighs.

It was only when you uncurled your fingers from his hair and pulled him away that he finally stopped. His fingers leaving your swollen hole, but he just brings them up to his lips and lewdly licks them clean— that you didn't teach him.

"Do you want it too?" you finally mumbled as your chest rose and fell quickly while staring at the celling. You wouldn't admit it to him, but seeing how he looked with teary eyes from you tugging on his hair to his shiny chin from drool and your own mess would easily fluster you. Not to mention how you could hear him lapping at his two fingers that were thrusting inside you moments ago.

"Mm," he pulls his lips off and a string of saliva attached from his finger to his mouth, "what do you mean?"

"Like, do you want me to suck you off?" you say. Ever since this arrangement started, you hadn't actually tried to get him off. Sure you could tell by the way he'd rut against your mattress, then sit up with a noticeable wet spot on his crotch that he managed to cum; however, you never actually helped him yourself.

In your defense, Armin also never asked you to do such a thing. Never even suggested for you to at least grope him through his pants whenever you two began making out.

"Oh," he whispers and just sat up more, "do you want to?" he then asks. He was always cautious when discussing his pleasure, but whenever it made you feel good he had no questions.

"It's a yes or no question," you snap back a bit harsher than intended. After all, why were you giving him attitude while literally asking if you can give him a blow job. A few seconds passed, so you quickly added: "I'm okay with it. It's about time I repay you somehow."

Your gaze finally landed on his and you could see how wide eyes he was whilst hearing you. You wanted to give him a blow job?

"Yes, I'm okay with it," he replies; a bit too eager but he couldn't recognize that.

"M'kay, lay down then," and then you're trading positions while he laid in the bed and you sat up.

Swiftly, he's laying his head down on the pillows and keeping his hands to his side while you tucked your legs under yourself.

"Guessing you've never done this either," you said while your hands curled around the waistband of his boxers and sweatpants before slowly tugging them downwards.

"Um no.. No I haven't," he somehow manages to stutter while his eyes fixated on you revealing him.

He gets the memo and lifts his hips while you drag down his garments and watch as his dick falls against his lower stomach. From the grinding you'd done on his lap before, you could tell he had a decent size from the bulge; however, you weren't expecting all of this.

His cock was thicker and a bit above average length with a red, angry tip. His blonde hairs around the base were nicely trimmed, but your main attention was on the precum already dribbling down his length. Armin just stared at your facial expression while trying to gather what it meant: did you like it? Or did you expect better?

Your hand just reached out and gently stroked from his base to the head once. Then the pad of your thumb swiped over the tip and smeared the precum— prompting him to suck in air quickly while his hand gripped the sheets. After a few more seconds of silence, your hand released him and instead was shoved right below his chin.

"Spit," you commanded as you watched his eyes widen and nearly flinched when his cock fell back against his abdomen.

He opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided against it. He sat up just a bit, closed his mouth while you could see his cheeks slightly move while gathering spit, then leaned over your hand and let it the ball of spit cascade down from his mouth.

Your hand pulled away once you hand some and returned to his length while wrapping your hand around the base, for now it was lubricated.

"Mm good boy," you jokingly teased, but you felt how his cock jumped against your palm. He throbbed against your hand as you gave slow, languid strokes and twisted your hand whenever it met the head, then went back down.

Eventually you spoke up again, "Armin?"

"Mh.. y-yes," he swiftly replies with a tremor in his voice as he tried not to let out the noises threatening to fall out whenever you'd tighten your grip.

"Is this how you jerk yourself off?"

Again, he heavily inhales while you turned your head to look up at him. His cheeks were flushed and pink while he subconsciously nibbled on his lip to stay somewhat composed.

"Speak," you snap when he didn't say anything.

"Yes, yes! It-... it is," his eyes just fall to where your hand glided up and down— eye contact was too much.

"Uh huh? You sure you don't go faster? You're pretty impatient."

"Well.. well maybe I go just," his words cut off when your other hand comes up to scoop under and softly fondle his balls in your palm. A higher pitched groan, which could've counted for a moan, slipped out as he closed his eyes tightly.

" 'Just' what, Armin? I'm trying to talk to you," you watched as his eyes fluttered back open.

"Just a bit faster," he whispered.

Suddenly, you're pulling both hands off of him while you sit up more. He almost whines from the loss of touch as his eyebrows furrow at your rejection.

"Wait did I do—" but you cut off his words; you already knew he'd probably assume he answered 'wrong' and offended you.

"Show me."

He stares at you blankly, then mumbles, "show you how.. I get myself off?"

"Yeah, hurry up too."

Without much hesitation, Armin's hand swiftly picks up from where his heavy cock was drooping from weight and gives it a stroke. His eyes were just glued downwards since he didn't know if he should look at you while jerking off, but you quickly affirmed him: "look at me— that's kinda the whole point. Unless you can get off from just staring at yourself?"

"No, I wanna look," his eyes snap up to you as he sees you were already staring at him. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, and he was self conscious you could hear it too.

When you made eye contact, a smile tugged at your lips from seeing his desperate face as he just followed your commands. Although you figure you could throw him a bone, so your hands grab along the hem of your shirt and swiftly tug it off of you: tits exposed. Your bottoms and panties were already off from him eating you out earlier.

"Fuck," you heard him whisper while staring at your breast. His hand picks up and gives brisk strokes that make his balls jiggle every time his wrist meets the base. He speaks up again, his whiny tone prevalent: "can you g-grab them?"

You easily caught on to his words and both hands go up to scoop your tits like he asked. Finally, he lets out a moan while his thighs twitch and his hand twists closer to the head— like you had done earlier.

"You're so so so pretty baby," he whimpered as his eyes dart from your face, to your tits, then to your half visible pussy before going back up. He watches as one of your hands leave your breast and you glide your fingertips down your abdomen until they're between your thighs: rubbing at your sensitive clit which makes you moan softly.

"Keep doing that," he says while staring at how your hand was moving over your nub, "does it feel good? Not as good as when I'm sucking on it, hah, right?"

"No, it feels so much better when you're helping me," you coo back to him as your hips instinctively grind against your hand.

"Shit," he rasped while he arm stuttered, but he kept pumping, "I'm going to–" he started to say, but was cut off.

In an instant your hands left your body and you leaned back down. Your hand pulled his off his cock and instead replaced it with yours; finally taking the tip between your lips.

He gasped and his eyes widened while he watched your lips part and take more of him in your throat.

"W-wait but I'll cum— fuck, sweetheart," his words interrupted by a moan when you slip down more and hollow out your cheeks. Your head keeps bobbing while your hand jerks any excess you can't swallow.

Armin already was about to come when you quickly took him in your mouth, now he knew he was seconds away from it. Your mouth just felt so warm and constricted everytime he bucked his hips up so his tip hit the back of your throat.

"I'm going to– I'm going to, shit–" he babbles as one of his hands gathers your hair so it wasn't in your face anymore and he pressed your head down. You moaned around his tip and the vibrations acted as shock waves.

Finally, you're hollowing your cheeks one last time and you feel his dick twitch before he's gushing cum down your throat. Unhesitatingly, you're swallowing it while some dribbles out of your mouth and down your cheek.

¡Loser Armin! who cannot dodge his friends questions anymore. They were practically closing in on him like hungry sharks or lions.

"So," Connie, another one of his idiotic friends, says while leaning back in the library chair, "heard you've been busy lately."

"Yeah, so have I. That girl you took to the frat seems to be inviting you over more often. Thought you two were just partners on some projects?" Eren interjects.

The blonde scoffs and looks away from the two men who randomly sat down at the library table while he was studying for an upcoming quiz. He knew damn well both of the men must've been looking for him, since neither one of them has ever stepped into a library for its actual purpose.

"So what?" he retorts; he feels oddly defensive over whatever the two of you have going on. He could guess you weren't telling your friends all about it, so he wanted to respect that and do the same.

"Oh nothing," Eren shrugs, "just trying to keep tabs on my dear old pal."

"But if there is something, you could always tell us," quips Connie.

The blonde hesitates but inevitably just shrugs it off: "yeah we hang out sometimes."

"What do you do when you hang out?" Eren inquires.

"Uh work obviously?" Armin says in a sassier tone that makes Eren's eyebrows shoot up and Connie jokingly holding his hands up in surrender.

"Sure, sure. Cause guys just get all defensive when talking about a chick they just 'do class projects' with," Connie says.

"Why are you doing air quotes?" Armin mutters while trying to look back down at his open text book.

"Cause you're full of shit," Armin's eyes just shot back to Connie.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too— hey man!" Eren breaks off this little back and forth by swatting Connie in the back of the head.

"Alright we get it," Eren says while beginning to stand up from the chair, "you don't wanna talk. Fine whatever, but I'll figure it out at some point. Have fun with your... whatever," then he's walking off while waving his hand and Connie follows.

¡Loser Armin! who never in a million years expected a girl, much less you, actually asking him out on something that could resemble a date.

Casually at the end of class, you started soft launching the idea while packing up your pencils and laptop.

"What are you doing after this?" you asked since today was Thursday so you usually had some sorority thing that blocked Armin from coming over. He never complained about your schedule though and how hectic it sometimes got.

"I'm probably just going back to my dorm to catch up on things," he replies while zipping closed one pouch on his backpack before turning to you: "Why?"

"Oh it's just my sorority cancelled the chapter meeting, so I have time if you wanted to go to this cafe with me."

Armin blinks, then blinks harder to ensure this wasn't some dream and that you were actually asking to be seen out in public with just him. At his silence, you look over to see him already staring so you opened your mouth to add its fine if he can't, but he beat you to it.

"Yeah I can go," he rushes out which failed to match the chill, unbothered vibe he wanted.

"What about the things you need to finish up?"

"Oh they'll take no time. I'll go with you," he confirms.

You nod and look away while closing your own bag and standing up: "okay sounds good. Let's just start going now so hopefully there won't be a long line for lunch."

¡Loser Armin! who also never in a million years thought he'd do all the way with a girl he really likes— you.

He can't even remember how it got to this because of how jumbled his thoughts seemed while he kneels between your spread legs as his heavy cock rests over your pussy.

"Armin? You good?" you ask since he's gone quiet ever since you said he can stick it in. Your head rests on the pillows as you watch him look down at you while his hands softly stroke up and down your ankle to your knee.

"Yeah, I am," he whispers back while glancing down at the condom you had him slip on. His eyes then go back up to your face: "are you sure?" he asks again. When all this begun and you told him you're ready to actually have sex, he was quick to ensure you were completely ready. Hell Armin didn't feel ready as he sat between your thighs, but he wanted it so bad.

"I'm sure," you reply. Obviously, Armin was a blaring virgin most anyone could pick out. When you first met him he seemed like a stereotypical nerd from an American 2000's movie, but the more you talked to him you couldn't believe a girl hasn't already jumped at him. He was sweet, painfully so, and everything he did felt methodical and caring. Like whenever he touched you he wasn't relying on basic instinct, but instead watching your reaction to figure out what you'd like most.

He shifts a bit and scoots backwards on his heel while grabbing the mid section of his cock and running the tip up and down your slit. He pumps himself once, twice, then finally edges the head into your fluttering hole.

"Mm, just like that," you praise nicely. Clearly, the poor guy was nervous but you didn't exactly know how to help comfort him. All the other arrogant men you've been with always rushed into things and didn't hesitate, so Armin felt like the first guy taking his time.

"A little more for me baby," you whisper in hopes that your words will affirm to Armin that he's doing it right. His mouth falls open but he's soundless as he sinks in more before bottoming out with a groan.

You feel the stretch as he's engulfed by you. After a second he shifts positions just so he can lean down over you: an arm by your head to trap you in as he hovers. He leans down and quickly captures your lips in a kiss before pulling away and burying his head in your neck. In response, your arms come up and wrap around his back in a hug.

"Sorry, I-I just wanted to kiss you," he whimpered as his hips began to thrust into you. He shifts and leans into you more so he slips one arm under your neck so his forearm was also a pillow. The second arm wiggling its way beneath your shoulder blades so he can keep you close; almost reciprocating your hug.

"It's okay," you turned your head so you could whisper in his ear as your lips ghost it, "go harder."

He shudders against you, but does begin to pick up the speed as he gives it to you faster. The sound of his hips slapping against you fills the room, as well as the sloppy, wet sounds.

"You feel so good," he moans as he kept his head buried in the crook of your neck. His heavy thrusts has his tip hitting against your g spot every time. Your back arches as one leg goes up to curl around his back and waist, also pulling him closer.

"More! More!" you mewled for him and he tries to, he really does, but each time he bottoms out rougher he feels himself teetering on the edge. He couldn't possibly cum before you— even he knew that was an unspoken rule.

His arm around your back tightens as his hand, fingers sprawled out against you, pressed harder into your skin as he tries to not cum. His mind just thinks about the superseded scientific theories he researched about for fun late one night: thermodynamics replaced the phlogiston theory, miasma theory that was advanced for its time eventually being discredited, and different fringe 'scientific' theories.

However each time he felt you clench around him or moan into his ear while whimpering out about how good he's giving it to you, he loses his train of thought.

"A-Armin I'm close," he hears your high pitched, needy voice followed by incoherent babbles.

"Okay, shit, give it to me. Cum on me, b-baby," he whines back as his thrust get sloppier and his balls tighten up while muscles flex.

You, sensing he's also close from how his dick twitches, quickly say: "cum with me," and that's all he needs.

Instantaneously, you feel your release wash over you as Armin shoots ropes of cum into the condom. He already knows the female body can ride out orgasms longer than a man's, so he's continuing to thrust his hips while pulling out of your neck and just kissing you as you're still riding the high.

He's overstimulated already, but your leg presses him into you so he gives a bit more. His lips move against yours as you two make out until you're dizzy when he pulls away. Your leg falls off of his waist and arms fall away from hugging around his back as you just lay there limply. Armin rolls off of you and lays beside you; body still twitching from the orgasm.

"I love you," he suddenly hears you whisper and he stills. Freezing up, he stares at the celling for a second before turning his head to face you. He sees you're already staring at him: waiting for his response.

Your chest still rises and falls quickly, body still tingling from the aftermath, but he sees the small shine over your eyes while you await.

"I love you too," he mumbles back. He watches you pause and stare at him; looking so vulnerable as you lay naked beside the man you finally confessed to. After a second, he sees a small smile grace your face and any anxiety Armin felt from reciprocating vanished.

¡Loser Armin! who has a girlfriend.

His friends, of course, knew about it within three days. When they heard the news, from Armin's mouth, they were quick to slap his back and congratulate him. Teasing him about how they knew something was up.

You also told your friends, and for the most part they were happy for you too. One of them let out a bit of a too judgmental, 'really? him?' and you almost ripped her a new one.

He was seen all around campus with you: the library, mess hall, cafes, you name it. The both of you liked when the other one was close.

Neither of you cared what someone else might say. If anyone tries to offend him, you'd be quick with getting confrontational to where he was quite literally holding you back. Other than that, it was perfect.

You even went over to his dorm once and did tease him about how the rumors were true and he kept different figurines of characters he liked— no half nude ones though. In time, his room gradually was filled with different things that represented you too.

He kept your favorite candle on his bedside table so you could burn it whenever you'd come over. He has a plushie you bought for him that was included in your six month anniversary gift basket. He also had stored condoms in his bed side table and learned, from you, he was to keep one in his wallet at all times.

What he treasures most of all is the pictures the two of you would take and are now hung around his room. It's clear to anyone, the man adores you.

𑣲║ Mean Toji

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"Is that seriously all you can do? Wow, you're pathetic," he sneers with a smile while watching your body slowly rise and fall on his cock.

You don't even know how long you've been like this. You helplessly rise your body upwards while feeling the strain in your quivering thighs. It doesn't help that he's bound your wrist behind your back with his belt, so you couldn't use his chest for leverage.

"Toji," you whimpered, "I said I was sorry!"

"Ah, but is sorry going to change how you were acting earlier?" he asks with a fake pout while just watching how your tits bounce in his face. His trail of saliva still slightly visible, and so is the hickeys forming around your nipples.

This whole dilemma started when you thought it'd be funny to send a teasing photo to your boyfriend while he was busy with a job. Well whoopsie do, his coworker, Shiu, saw it on accident too and that pissed Toji off.

"I didn't know he'd be with you," you cried, but that just prompts your man to scoff and swat your ass with his hand.

"Pick it up baby. Bad girls don't get spoiled," he ignores your pleas while leaning back against the head board. His hands were on your hips and gripped them ever so softly; primarily because he didn't want to help you at all.

A pitiful tear slips onto your cheek as you brought yourself up before slamming back down on him. The tip of his dick practically kissing your cervix as your slick from five minutes ago still slips down your abused hole and pools on his thighs. Toji just watched him disappearing inside you each time he bottomed out; the skin around the base of his cock wrinkling before you'd pull yourself back up. You stilled on him for a moment as your thighs twitched from exhaustion.

Quickly, his palm spanks your ass, decorating it with yet another red handprint.

"Keep going," he said in a deep, authoritative voice while his eyes bore into you. You shifted your arms behind you, but the leather belt didn't loosen and only dug into your skin.

When you didn't immediately start again, his other hand came down harder.

"Have you already fucked yourself dumb? Keep going."

A sob came out of your throat as you leaned down and pressed your face into the crook of his neck. He felt your wet cheeks press into his neck— your cunt still pulsating around him.

"No please," you babbled, "I didn't know he'd see it. I'm sorry Toji! Just fuck me."

You heard your boyfriend exhale from his nose deeply while one hand on your hip came up to rub your lower back tenderly. The other hand reached to the belt cuffing your two wrist together and expertly undid it then tossed the belt somewhere else. He should've known a princess like you couldn't possibly ride him for that long, but he can't blame you. He always was the one taking over and fucking you into the mattress so you didn't have to even think.

"Aw look at these pretty wrist," he coos mockingly while grabbing your arm to hold it up to his face. His thumb brushed over the faint red line of where the leather began to rub your skin raw. He leans forward and presses a delicate kiss on the irritated skin before dropping the arm. He hums and continues even though you kept your head buried: "you can really be such a sweetheart when you're not acting like a whore."

At his words, he just felt you clamp down and let out another needy whine.

After just a second, he's suddenly rolling you off and transferring into missionary; him gripping your legs and throwing one of them over his shoulder to get a good angle.

"You little slut— can't even ride me good. It's okay, you're lucky I'm so sweet on you."

He shallowly thrusts into you a few times while your free hands reach up and claw at his biceps before slipping down his toned arms that flexed under your fingertips.

"Hold my hand," you finally said through the sniffles and a hiccup.

"Needy," he muttered, but quickly intertwined his fingers with yours. Adjusting the position, he leans further down and presses the both of your hands beside your head and uses that to prop himself up as he looms over you. The stretch burned in your leg as he nearly presses it against your shoulder.

Finally, he leaned down and pressed a kind kiss against your lips— the first kiss he's given you since he got home. You feel his hips move in small motions right and left before he pulls away from the kiss and stills.

"Now you better be a good girl and take it since you've begged for it, okay?" he says with a grin when he sees how desperate you look: teary, shaking, and staring up at him pitifully.

"M'kay I will," you whispered.

Finally, he's pulling his hips back until the head gets caught on your rim, then feverishly pumping them back in.

𑣲║ ¡Loser Armin! x ¡Popular Reader!

Part 1 ↠ Part 2

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Warnings: submissive/inexperience Armin, more experienced reader, sucking on breast, suggestive language, no explicit penetrative sex, reader is kinda mean

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¡Loser Armin! who was basically outcasted all throughout high school. He managed to gain a close knit of two or three friends, but that's about all he has.

When he got to college he really thought maybe it'd be different: new city, new people, new him. However, apparently switching scenery won't change who he is so he's still outcasted and fit into the 'nerd' stereotype.

So what if he likes layered graphic shirts he found at a local thrift shop? What does it matter if he wears the shirt Eren, one of his few friends, gifted him with symbols of elements on the periodic table that spelled something corny? Clothes are clothes so of course he'll wear whatever.

Maybe he also had stereotypical rectangular glasses matched with a haircut that hadn't changed since his youth.

Maybe he has an obsession with collecting figures and would study in the library for ungodly amounts of time, but there's nothing wrong with that. He cares about his grades and he has special interests— shouldn't everyone?

He wasn't a complete recluse and would sometimes attend his friend's frat parties; then again, he often stayed awkwardly in the corner with a red solo cup. It was his effort to connect with others that mattered, and he put in a lot of effort.

Still, most people just saw him as a kinda weird guy who was still pretty sweet. Some whispered about him being a pervert with maid girl figures lining the bookshelves in his room, but others would defend him and say he did give them a pencil one time.

¡Loser Armin! who was always first at his biology lab and never skipped a day of class. Well never skipped besides the one day Eren had him play beer pong and poor Armin just couldn't keep up. He woke up with a horrific hangover because his body wasn't use to alcohol nor did he even like beer much. Though he just emailed his teacher despite his headache and lied about having a random migraine— his teacher believing it an instantly pouring out heartfelt wishes for his recovery. Armin felt like an ass and was ashamed the next day the woman came up to him and talked all about her migraines and offered him a doctor to speak with about medication.

Nevertheless, Armin was usually front and center in his classes.

So when a pretty girl he's never seen before comes into his class and sits right beside him, he's awe struck. He could smell your fragrant perfume and shampoo as you sat down and he tried to subtly watch the way your hair fell over your shoulder.

Though when you glance over at him and see he's already staring at you, he quickly looks away as his cheeks heat up in mortification. The next twenty minutes he spends desperately trying to not look your way, as to not weird you out.

Eventually the professor decides to have the class 'turn and talk,' like it's still high school. Armin hated when professors did this mostly because the person next to him would awkwardly avoid eye contact or just all together ignore him. However, you already turned towards him and began to talk about the question the teacher wrote on the chalk board.

After the two of you discussed something about abiogenesis, he decided to try and have a casual conversation.

"So are you new?" he asked since he hasn't noticed you before.

"No. I've been here the whole semester."

"Oh," Armin paused as all social skills he has required fly out the window. How the hell hasn't he noticed you? Nevermind that, what does he say to make this less embarrassing?

Meanwhile your eyes stay just trained on the man as his face and neck turned a light shade of pink. You didn't bother saving him from embarrassment by adding you maybe attended class 40% of the time, and when you did you just sat in the back row.

He was somewhat cute as he nervously began fidgeting with the hem of his shirt that had oxygen and magnesium symbols on it: spelling out 'OMg.'

Finally the professor began to talk and Armin took that opportunity to snap his head to the front of the room and try to forget what happened.

¡Loser Armin! who, like many introverted shy people, hated group projects. He always seemed to be stuck doing the brunt of the work as his partner just slapped on their name at the end and got the same grade.

That's not to say he'd particularly like someone trying to do the work— he's quite specific and controlling when it comes to projects. Although he does get upset to see his group members boasting about the perfect score they received, he's slowly learned to just tune it out.

Again, after leaving high school he assumed the whole 'group project' thing would die out. However like his other hopeful wishes, they did not come to fruition as he's stuck partnering with people often now.

It was even worse that even though people called him nerdy and picked fun at how serious he was about things, they wouldn't choose to be his partner. So whenever the professor asked everyone to find one, he was left sitting anxiously and just waiting for the professor to ignore him or assign him to someone.

It wasn't until one day you walked in way too late and the professor told you to find someone to partner with. Glancing around the room, you saw a variety of people.

There were the stereotypical frat boys you knew wouldn't get the project done, even if they did it would suck, and likely just be focused on hitting on you.

There were your sorority sisters who could be nice, but at the same time you wouldn't say they were the sharpest tools in the shed. Besides, it looked like they were already partnered up.

There were some people you hadn't seen before, or the only time you had seen them was when they were smoking way too much weed at a frat party.

Eventually your eyes land on the blonde headed man in the front row whom you sat beside not long ago when your original seat was taken. He seemed to be just staring at his lap and praying for this to be over, so you walked over and plopped down next to him.

"Do you still need a partner?"

His widened eyes looked over to you once he smelled the familiar perfume once again: "Yes, I do," he mumbled back while sitting up a bit straighter.

"Great," you reply as you glance at the chalk board to see what it was you even needed a partner for. Finally you look back to him, but see he's been staring at you since you looked away. Unintentionally, you must've given him a weird look because his eyes shifted away and you could've sworn you heard him mumble 'I'm sorry.'

¡Loser Armin! who is naturally more nervous when it comes to talking to women. Literally any woman and he's fumbling over words more than usual and glancing away.

"Dude you've gotta get over that shit," his friend Eren says while he's reclined on the sofa in the frat house. Armin usually didn't like going over there because, well, it's filthy. He just sat on the edge of some cushioned chair that he didn't even want to think about what could've happened on it.

"Yeah," comes from Jean who sits on the other side of the couch, "It kinda kills the vibe sometimes. How are we supposed to hang out with you when you start tripping if we bring a chick?"

Armin readjusts his glasses while contemplating what to even say. Was it that noticeable? He knew he got a bit more self conscious when a girl was around, but he always had a stutter for the most part.

"But I think I act normal?" well, he doesn't have to mention 'normal' means normal for him.

"Well you don't," Jean quipped.

"Look, man to man, I'm trying to help you. You're never going to pick up women if you keep being a stereotypical geek," the dark brown haired man reasons.

However, Armin pushes this conversation to the back of his mind for the most part. It's not like women glance his way anyways, so what does it matter? It's not like he was a weirdo who purposefully gawked, so as long as he didn't make them uncomfortable then whatever.

Though as he sat in your dorm, in your sorority house, and heard you talk about the project he couldn't feel more stupid. He should've listened to his friends and figured out how to not turn into a mess anytime a girls attention was on him; now, he's practically immobile.

"I was thinking maybe the second point could be about the evolution and maybe environmental modification? I mean I can't think of what else to do," you talked, though it sounded like white noise to Armin.

Was that a natural tint to your lips, or did you have lipgloss on?

Did all girls rooms smell this good? Was it the candle in the corner or just your perfume?

Was this his first time even in a girls room? Can he count the time he walked into his friend's older sister's room?

"Armin?" his name falling from your lips snap him out of it.

"O-oh yeah, good idea. I'd rather do a powerpoint than docs," he stutters out as his eyes fix on you.

You stare at him and look at his blue eyes that darted around your room, his rigid posture, and pink hue to his cheeks. Slowly, your lips pull back into a smile: "That's not what I was talking about just now? Are you nervous or something, Armin?"

His eyes darted to his lap as he fidgeted with his hands, "What? No—"

"Am I making you nervous?"

The two of you sit on your bed with your backs pressed against the wall and his feet dangle off the side of it. Being shoulder to shoulder with your MacBook resting on your thighs, you could see each other's expression clearly. You watch his adam apple bob as he clears his throat.

"Not at all," he manages to murmur without even looking at you. You just shove your MacBook off your lap and let it lay discarded towards the side of the bed.

"Really? Then why won't you look at me?"

His eyes move back towards yours in an instant, but they quickly fell down to your lips. He stared when you casually licked your lips to wet them before talking more.

"If you're nervous that's fine— I think it's cute."

"Cute?" Armin knew Eren would cackle if he ever knew the blonde man was described as 'cute' from a girl.

"Totally," your body leans into him as you turn a bit to face him more. He could feel when the curve of your tit pressed against his arm; instinctively making him tense and his eyes dart down before returning to your face. You talked a bit quieter, "I'm into cute guys though. Are you into girls like me?"

He feels his breath pick up and his blood rushing to a particular part: "I do think you're pretty."

"Yeah? Have you even been this close to a woman?"

His mind flips to his memories during the summer before university where he played spin the bottle once at Eren's party. It landed on a girl who awkwardly glanced at Armin before leaning over and giving him a quick peck— so quick that Armin didn't even have time to reciprocate.

"..Yeah, I have," he mumbled since it wasn't technically a lie. He did count that experience as his first kiss.

"Have you ever touched one?"

He's consciously aware of the natural rise and fall of your chest while you breathe. He notices how you subtly bite your bottom lip while waiting for a response. He observes how your hands twitch at your side, then begin reaching to his own hands.

"Do you want to?" you ask when he didn't reply.

He feels his throat go dry while you grip his wrist and pull his hand to cup your breast.

"Yes," he finally whispers: immediately prompting you to smile and swing your leg over his hip to straddle him. You wasted no time using your other hand to tangle in his hair and force his head to tilt upwards as your lips crashed against his.

The kiss was messy as he went into sensory overload from your sweet lips meeting his, his hand softly finding the courage to feel your tit, and your hips grinding down into his in short waves. His free hand finds comfort just settling on your waist.

Your tongue ran over the roof of his mouth as you took the initiative. The hand in his hair curls into it more while fingertips scrape against his scalp and causes him to finally let out a little groan.

When you pull away, you see how swollen and pink his lips became after a small makeout session; though it just excites you. You let go of his hand and swiftly take your shirt off so he's now just face to face with your lace bra— you'd specifically worn it in hopes this might happen.

"Take my bra off," you said. You damn well could've slipped it off yourself, but it would be fun to watch him fumble.

"Oh, okay," he breathes out while his eyes darted down to your chest. He tried to keep his eyes on yours when you began to strip, but when you gave him the command he just stared at you.

His shaky hands lifted to behind your back as he ran them up it until they came in contact with your bra. Dumbly, his fingers fiddle with the clasp as it. They tug up, then down, then attempt to just pry it apart which makes you laugh.

"You've seriously never even gotten a girls bra off?" you ask while reaching your hands back and unclasping it yourself. You just throw it to somewhere else in your room. Maybe someone would say it was cruel, but when you saw his red face and him seemingly in a trance, you add: "What? You going to suck on them for me?"

"Can I?" he quickly replies without the hesitation you'd seen earlier. You were just joking because surely a guy like Armin, whom hasn't gotten his rocks off to an actual woman, would want to rush everything.

That wasn't on Armins mind at all though. Well, it is, but not his first concern! No one can really blame a guy if after seeing his first pair of tits, he's just itching to get a taste like all his fantasies promised.

"Hm," you paused and thought. An idea just pops into your head when you picked up on his desperate tone: "Yeah? You wanna do that?"

His eyes travel to yours while both hands, which were planted on your waist, slowly feel up your torso.

"Mhm, yes," he mumbles with a nod— knowing how frantic he probably sounds. He really just couldn't help it! All his logic and reasoning he relied on was thrown out the window the moment he saw how pretty you looked on his lap.

"Ask nicely," you retorted.

"Can I please do it?"

"Do what?" you really plan on making him beg a bit. He knows you could feel the tent in his pants practically jump at your question.

"Can I please suck on your... breast," consciously trying to not be that crude and say tits.

"Kinda pathetic," you comment while feeling how his thumbs slid right under your chest and rubbed smooth circles right below them. Though, your lips slowly tugged into a smile when you felt his dick twitch in his pants under you. "Just do it already," you finally said.

Instantly, his lips are around your nipple as he closes his eyes and suckles on them. Both of his hands cup under both tits to squeeze them gently and then alternate between sucking on either one. His mind goes back to any porn video he's ever seen, not the best examples, but he does try to replicate the tonguing motions. He knew all those late nights would pay off one day.

Meanwhile, you softly gasp when his hot mouth wraps around your hardened nipple. One hand cups his nape to keep him close and the other remains on his shoulder. In comparison to any other person you've let suck on you, he's by far the messiest and most enthusiastic.

"Just like that," you whispered while he experimentally nipped at your skin while it glistens with his spit.

Suddenly, your hand in his hair tightens and rips him off of you before you swiftly kiss him again. You can just feel the small trail of spit dribbling down his chin from how much he'd been salivating on your breast.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless as he stared into your eyes with a somewhat vulnerable expression. Your hand just left his nape and instead cradled his jaw— phony sweetness.

"You wanna put that tongue to work in other places for me?"

¡Loser Armin! who now gets to 'hang out' with you more often as you two chose to be partners for most assignments. It worked out: he did the work, you slapped your name on the project, and during breaks he'd eat you out wonderfully.

At first he was a bit rusty with trying to find some technique, but you easily guided him. In no time he was suckling on your clit while two fingers relentlessly curled into your g spot that had your back arching.

Armin didn't care that you weren't too interested on returning the favor and sucking him off. He got off enough on just pleasuring you, so it would've been embarrassing for you to pull down his pants and see he already made a mess on himself.

He was happy with the arrangement. For the most part he was, but he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to be with you outside of just the privacy of your bedroom. He wanted to walk around campus or be able to approach you whenever he saw you around. When you finally suggested you two go to a frat party, he was ecstatic. He didn't even question your change of heart considering last time he asked to meet you at a cafe, you laughed and said you weren't interested in commiting social suicide.

He of course instantly obliged and ran to tell his closest friend who was somewhat aware, minus the whole sexual thing, about him and you.

"You can't be serious," the brown haired man mutters while casting a disapproving look at the blonde. He knew Armin didn't even care for parties, but suddenly he was all for them cause some chick wanted him to be?

"Yeah, she asked me. Isn't that great? Like, she's agreeing to arrive with me."

"How do you know she's not just using you for some sick prank?" Eren knew he was coming off harsh, but he was hesitant of this whole thing. Armin, despite his intelligence, could be a bit naive sometimes. The guy just didn't want one of his best friends getting hurt.

"She wouldn't do something like that," he defends.

"Maybe something else then. Shit, if she's living at that damn sorority house it's a long ass walk. Maybe she just needs your car and then will ditch you."

"Shut up," he snaps, "I'm sure it's not like that."

"Hey man, I'm just thinking."

"Well stop or you'll strain yourself."

¡Loser Armin! who, again, wasn't much up for parties. He drove over to your sorority to pick you up at the time you specified, and tried to push any pessimistic feelings away.

Although once he saw you dolled up with a skirt that just hugged your thighs in the perfect way, he only had one thing on his mind. He tries his best to keep his eyes on the road, but every time you shifted and your legs rubbed together he got side tracked.

"Armin?" he hears and his eyes snap back up to the lights at the intersection.

"Yes?" he mumbles back while praying you just thought the red light is what made his face look pink.

"Did you hear me?" though as you looked at his face, you knew he hadn't been focusing on the conversation. You sighed, rolling your eyes before continuing: "I told you I'll talk to a few friends once we get there. You can just find some people you know— aren't you friends with someone who will be there?"

Eren's words pop back into his mind: 'ditch you.' No, certainly you're not that low. He nods as the light turns green and he begins to move again: "I'm alright with that. I know some guys," the man hopes Eren wouldn't be too busy to not talk to him until you're done.

¡Loser Armin! who should've expected things would end out like this.

Upon you two walking in, you split off without a word and headed towards a group of people. Armin, standing in the doorway while surveying the crowd, was just left to pretend he didn't know you and keep walking. His immediate to do list was finding Eren; an easy task since he hears the man's boisterous laugh as he filled up another solo cup with, in Armin's opinion, nauseating beer.

The next thirty minutes was just Armin trying to navigate through the sea of people and attempt to not bump into anyone; a difficult task when considering the amount of limbs flopping around on the dance door.

He couldn't reach Eren and he decided he didn't even want to after watching the man start dancing with some girl and then watched another one attempt to do a body shot— instead just wasting half a bottle of tequila.

You were absolutely no where in sight.

The blue eyed man finally decides enough is enough and starts trying to walk back towards the door. He kept his eyes browsing the crowd so if he saw you he'd just tell you he was leaving now, so you'd need a new ride. Although half way through his voyage to the door, he just decided he'd send you a text and not bother confronting you.

Armin already felt out of place and by some of the glances he got, he knew others felt the same. It wasn't until he brushed against a man's arm that he finally had his first interaction of the night.

"Watch it bitch," snapped the taller man as he turned to look at the culprit who spilled his cup of beer on him. Armin didn't register the man was talking to him at first, since he literally barely touched the guy. It wasn't until the meathead grabbed Armins shoulder and pulled him back: "What? Can you not hear?"

Being yanked back, Armin quickly looks up at the man and realizes he must've accidentally knocked his drink around.

"I'm sorry," he swiftly says while about to over explain how he didn't mean to and just wanted to get to the door.

"Woah!" the man's angry expression disappeared as his eyebrows raise above where his hair fell over his forehead and a smirk appeared. "You're a guy? Damn, with that mop on your head I thought you were some flat ass girl."

"Uh okay," he didn't know what else to say to that as he began to turn around again. Though, like before, the man's grip on his shoulder yanked him back.

"No I'm serious. What's with this whole outfit anyways? Didn't think it was theme night," he continued.

Armin was just becoming increasingly more aware of the eyes falling on him as the man practically yelled every word. He couldn't even reply before the guy was spitting out more insults.

"I mean seriously? Why even come to a party if you're going to look so—"

"Shut the fuck up Floch," a familiar voice snaps close to Armin's side and pushes the man who'd been terrorizing him back. Your voice practically sounded like angels singing a hymn, even if the only reason Armin was getting chewed out was because you invited him here.

"What? I didn't hear you?" the auburn haired man asked while looking around the crowd with a smile; clearly, trying to ensure people were still on his side.

"Oh as if those big ass ears couldn't hear me," you had a drunk slur to your words, "you shouldn't even be talking about hairstyles!"

With Floch's hand off Armin, he's now trying to gently place his hands on your shoulder and push you away from the other man. He could tell you were pretty drunk, and he did not need you starting some altercation.

"Hey, I think it's fine now," he nervously mumbles in your ear as people stared. Armin could feel anxiety creep in as eyes dart from you, to him, then back to you.

"Like hell it is. Only reason that guy comes to these parties is because he's waiting for Eren to give him the opportunity to suck his dick—"

"Okay, let's keep walking," he interrupts while just guiding you to the door to leave. Looking over his shoulder he sees an embarrassed, and fuming, Floch.

"What? It's true," you murmured while stumbling a bit, but he swiftly steadied you. He eventually had you pulled to the side of the room against a wall close to the door. He didn't know if you wanted to leave now, even if it's probably the best choice, but he knew you couldn't be here alone.

"Where'd your friends go?" he asked. Right now, he wasn't even thinking about how you ditched him a hour ago. You didn't seem to hear him, so his hands gently came up and cradled your jaw while reiterating the question. Finally, you noticed his words.

"Oh uh," you glanced around the sea of people and spotted one, "she's over there."

Following your gaze, Armin's eyes land on a woman standing on the frat's pool table while dancing like some gogo dancer.

"Is she the only one?" he hesitantly asks since he could assume the answer.

"No, the rest are around her."

Eyes casting downwards he just sees a crowd that seemed just as far gone as you. Like hell he would knowingly leave you here with friends too drunk to care about you wandering off.

"Right, let's just go," and he began to delicately push you towards the door once more as you complied without protest.

¡Loser Armin! who really is a caring soul. When he saw you belligerently drunk, he couldn't force himself to remain that upset. Even if you did ditch him at the party.

In the car, you reeked of alcohol and laid your head on the center consul as he just began to drive back to your sorority house. A song softly played in the background so it wasn't complete silence, but your voice broke the atmosphere.

"Armin?" you mumbled— great, at least you knew you were with him.

"Yeah?" he glanced over to just see you positioned yourself to look up at him despite the seatbelt straining. His eyes revert back to the road.

"Are we going back to mine?" he couldn't help but notice how precious your voices sounded all soft as it slurred slightly.

"Mhm, I'm going to drop you off."

"You can come inside too," you whispered while look at his features: long eyelashes, ocean blue eyes, and soft blonde hair.

"I will to make sure you get to your room," he reasoned without glancing down. From his peripheral vision, he could tell you were staring at him though.

"No, I mean stay there. I like having you around."

He went quiet for a moment while the only noises were the radio and clicking of his blinker while he turned onto the street your sorority was on. Your hand reaches up mindlessly and traces over the curve of his jawline before running down his chest. He couldn't tell if you wanted to touch him, or just entertaining yourself as the alcohol muddied your thoughts.

"I don't think you'd like that," he whispers while parking just outside the house. He looks down at you and his hand tenderly grabs yours that has been resting over his heart.

"But I would. I wanna be with you."

He knew you might've just been babbling from the liquor, but you even saying you want to be with him hit hard. He considered things quietly while reaching to help lift you upwards so you sat properly. He needed you to sit up and then go help you out. Without a word, he started to move.

However, once he looked away and his hand went to the drivers door handle, your arm shot out and held onto the side of his shirt.

"Do you wanna be with me too?"

His head turned and looked into your glossy eyes while admiring the flush your drinks had given you. Armin didn't want to rush into this like he had with being intimate with you. How eager he was without thinking of anything else. He didn't want to blindly trust, but instead build something.

"I can," he paused and found the right wording, "I can stay for tonight."

"Mmh, good," you whispered as your grip loosened so he could get out. He already made a check list of things to do while jumping out of the car and crossing to your door: carefully haul you up the stairs to your room, peel off those heels, and take off your makeup if you're cooperative. He believes he's overheard women talk about not ever sleeping in makeup before.

At the last of his list, it was to simply lay in bed next to you while a bottle of Advil and water laid on your bedside table. He knew you'd wake up with a hangover, but he didn't know if you'd wake up and feel the same way you expressed in his car.

𑣲║ Father Satoru Beach Day

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"Babe, when did you last sun screen her?" you hear your husband ask while you lounge on the beach chair. The waves crash in the background to mix with the seagulls caws, and your daughter's happy giggles as she dips her feet into the ocean.

"When we first got out," you replied as you sat under the umbrella and beach chair your man set out for you.

"She might burn then— I'll reapply."

"Satoru that was 30 minutes ago and it was SPF 50," you finally open your eyes to see the man digging through your beach bag to retrieve more sun screen.

Ever since the two of you got here on your vacation, he's been adamant on keeping a routine schedule of hydration and sunscreen application for your four year old daughter: Hina. That was fine and all, but his fixation on it was a bit exhausting. I mean he didn't let her swim in the pool for more than fifteen minutes without having her take a sip of gatorade.

"She has my genes, so maybe she'll burn easily. I don't want my princess hurting."

You sighed and just heard your husband start calling your daughter back up to the two of you— it's a wonder he even let her approach the shore alone.

"Aw look at that— your nose is getting pink," he mumbled while slathering on the liquid face sunscreen so she looked like a snowman.

"Can we go boogie boarding?" she asks while ignoring Satoru's large hands gently rubbing the protectant in.

"In a second baby. The sunscreen needs to dry," you just see him already reaching for the spray bottle while misting her body in it. She wiggles and squirms away due to the cold temperature, so she decides to try and climb into your beach chair with you.

"Can we go boogie boarding now?"

"What did your daddy tell you?" you ask since she's gotten a bit of a habit of going between parents until she's found the answer she wanted.

"We'll go boogie boarding in a second baby," Satoru says while collecting Hina's hair in his hand and pushing it to the side, off of her back, to spray sunscreen there too. Since she was facing you, she was at a vulnerable spot for Satoru's sunscreen attack which just made her reach back and swat at his hand.

"Am I done with the sunscreen now?" the impatient four year old asks while playing with a long necklace you hadn't taken off yet.

"For at least 30 minutes you are," he just retorts while tossing the sunscreen bottle back into the beach bag.

She swiftly climbs off your chair, careful of your legs, and plops her feet down onto the sand. Already you know she's darting towards the $20 boogie board she picked out: one with a unicorn on the front.

"Daddy, can we go?" she turns to Satoru while holding the board that was nearly the same size as her, but was the smallest the store had.

"Okay, I think I've made you wait long enough," he says with a smile while bending down to pick up his board: a purple octopus on the front that your daughter also picked out.

Of course Satoru insisted he also got an overpriced boogie board so he could bond over the same activity; however, you knew he just wanted to do it himself.

Hina just cheers and turns to run down to the water, but Satoru quickly calls out for her to slow down: she did. Your husband turns back towards you for a moment while holding onto the twine attached to the octopus board.

"Watch me catch these waves, babe."

"You're boogie boarding with a four year old."

"But I'll look hot doing it— just for you, of course," he adds with a wink and turns; high knee stepping across the sand in his palm tree swim trunks.

Needless to say, the white haired man repeatively wiped out and would come up, not so gracefully, from the water gasping for air while your daughter laughed at him.

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¡𑣲║ ¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! x ¡Reader!

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Warnings: making out, dry humping, pet names, breast play, praises, male masturbation

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¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who somewhat accepted he wasn't going to find a woman to love once he met his thirties. Don't get him wrong, he didn't think his life was over or it was too late— he was only thirty six— but he thought there was no point.

Working as a Jujutsu Sorcerer drains the life from someone, and being an office salesman for some shady company felt equivalent. In the end, Nanami felt hopelessly tired every day and thinking about adding a woman onto that was practically like hitting the last nail into the coffin. It took all he had to drag himself to his local bar to enjoy a whiskey highball before dragging himself home to his Tokyo apartment.

It wasn't until one night, after a horrific work day, did he sit down on the bar stool and meet you. He was quietly winding down with soft jazz music playing in the background while taking periodic sips of his drink when you came sauntering over.

"Hello, do you mind if I sit here?" you asked as you stood by his side. Looking over, he noticed there was at least several more empty seats spaced out you could've chosen.

"Sure," he managed to mumble back before turning his attention back to the drink possessing half melted ice.

"What drink do you have?" clearly, you weren't taking his brisk replies to heart as you kept persisting.

"Whiskey highball."

"Would you recommend it?"

"It's alright I suppose," he said and then realized how rude he must've been coming off, so he quickly followed up: "It's good. I always get them."

You gave a sweet smile that had Nanami instinctively softening for a moment, but then his eyes scan over your face a bit longer. You lacked any true wrinkles that were a sign of age, nor did you have the melancholic lull of voice Nanami had noticed his peers typically carried.

You ordered the drink while Nanami just cleared his throat and looked away. Meanwhile, your eyes went back to him as you contemplated another conversation.

"Hard day, huh?" you casually said while adjusting yourself in your seat to cross your legs.

"Just the usual."

"Uh huh. Well for me," you began since it was clear he wouldn't carry the conversation himself, "I have work piling up. Deadlines all seem to be due at the same time and I'm still trying to catch up."

He nodded his head to that as he remembered the pile of paperwork waiting on his desk for when he arrived tomorrow morning.

"And with finals coming up and all," your sentence drawls out since it seems self explanatory. However, Nanami just stilled for a moment. 'Finals?' As in finals you take in university? God, you were still a student in university? "Just so much happening at once."

He heard your mumbles and watched the bartender place your glass down, but he was still too occupied with estimating your age.

"Do you come to these bars often?"

"What?" he's snapped out of his thoughts.

You giggled, the flirty kind that has him shrinking away on behalf of his moral compass: "I said, do you come to these bars often?"

"Just after work sometimes."

"You don't have a woman to get home to?"

He's clearing his throat after that one as he glanced away. Never in his life had he met a young woman this persistent. Were they like this ten years ago? He couldn't remember.

"No, I don't."

"Oh, that's surprising, but good for me, right?" you replied playfully whilst taking a sip of the drink he recommended.

"Look, sweetheart," he begins in a softer voice because he knew you're young and he didn't want to come off as abrasive, "don't you think, you're—.. I don't know, talking to a man a bit too old?" he carefully asks. Mentally, Nanami was hoping you'd agree and back off.

"I think I'm talking to a man who's just fine— more than fine."

"You're still in university—"

"I'm about to be a senior this year," you interrupt.

Though your words offer no peace of mind as Nanami exhales heavily through his nose: "So you're what? Twenty two?"

"I'm twenty four— took two gap years."

The way you said it subtly annoyed Nanami; acting as if twenty four was any better in this scenario.

"My point still stands. I'm too old to be talking to you," Nanami drinks the last bit of his whiskey before setting the glass down. His mind traces back to all his odd coworkers that were his age or older with a young woman on their arm and how disturbed he felt. He didn't plan on forgetting that weird feeling simply because this twenty something year old was looking at him.

"Fine then. Let's just be friends, or are you too old for that as well?"

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who is typically so stoic and composed. He has heard a plethora of people describe him as a 'well reserved' and 'respectable' man, but he felt like he was falling behind on those titles. As of lately, he felt more restless and the only thing he could possibly think that was new to the mix was you.

You two found each other nearly every night at the same bar, but you were easily learning more about one another. Eventually, Nanami noticed how you weren't even ordering drinks anymore as you took your seat and began talking to him.

Suddenly the simple conversations started to feel more like a date when you'd lean forward and laugh at something he said whilst placing a hand on his forearm. Initially he kept brushing you off, but it gradually became harder to do.

It practically became a tradition for you to ask him out at the end of the night when he decided to leave, he'd turn you down, pay whatever bill the two of you accumulated, then left. You tried telling him he didn't need to cover the drink considering you're basically forcing him to converse, but he just said there's better things for a college student to waste money on.

Nanami got use to this little routine, but you were planning ways to get out of the same mundane cycle. You loved talking to Nanami, but he had a strict program so whenever you got into the 'touchy' subjects— seeing each other out of the bar, previous lovers, his type in woman— he swiftly changed the topic.

Eventually, you finally got him to hold the conversation despite veering off into, what he liked to consider, dangerous territory.

"So you really don't have any women at home?"

"You seriously think I'd be here if I did?" he asked back; almost offended while looking over. Yet again, your drink was water while he nursed his usual glass of whiskey.

"Oh no no! I just find it surprising. I'm sure you turn down plenty of women then," you backtracked. Of course you didn't think he was the type of man to cheat; if you did, you wouldn't be talking to him.

"Well I could say the same about you," he quipped, "you should have a boyfriend occupying your time instead of staying in this dingy bar."

"Are you offering?"

"Honey," he started, but then stopped when he realized there was no point. At the same time, you were focused on how your heart fluttered at the pet name. Nanami had a subconscious choice of referring to you casually by name, or saying something like honey or sweetheart. Not only did it make you feel like he was paying closer attention to whatever you were saying, but his deep, smooth voice addressing you so tenderly did wonders.

"What?" you continued when he stopped his sentence.

He was silent for a few seconds as his eyes traced around the rim of his glass before looking over. "I am being serious. There's plenty of nice men at your university to meet, so you should focus on them. I'm really not all that interesting."

The way he said it made your chest compress; he sounded somewhat distant and detached. It sounded like he just wanted you to give up so he can return back to the same melancholy he's mentioned subtly in conversations.

"Why can't I just talk to you?"

"You know why."

"I don't agree with any reasoning you've given. You claim to be boring but I've never been bored talking to you. We're both at a perfectly fine age. I don't want to talk to other guys when I could just talk to you."

He's staring at you for a while as you vehemently defended your chase for him. He catches the way your eyes roll when you reiterate how he always said an old man like him cannot keep up with you. He thinks quietly while mulling over all possibilities and trying to figure out which would be better. He knows what he desires, but he didn't want to jeopardize you in the process of selfishly giving in.

"Alright fine."

"Wait," you perk up quickly, "you want to date me?"

"Well let's start off with one date first before you decide anything."

"We've already been on plenty of dates?" you said while referring to the many nights you two spent on the same bar stools you now sat on.

He pauses, glancing around the bar: sticky wooden tables, floors that creak obnoxiously, dim lights that would begin to hurt his eyes. Finally, he looks back to you: "Sweetheart, I'd never take you to a place like this for a date."

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who was never great with his phone, but how a newfound use for it. Previously the two of you hadn't swapped cell numbers because he was adamant on not letting you get too into this whole situation, but after he agreed to giving it a shot it was the first thing you were doing.

"I'm already on my contacts app."

"No, it'd be easier for me to just send you a text and then you save my number," you explained while reaching for his phone and he just let you swipe it from his hands.

"That's not how I've previously done it?"

"Just trust me," and he did.

Once he got your phone number, he got use to the frequent text. It's not like you were spamming him or anything, but Nanami had been so use to only the occasional call from Gojo, which was never good, to be the only notification.

Now he was getting messages from you as you updated him about whatever class you were in or sending him photos of your nails freshly manicured or just how hard it was pouring at your apartment off campus.

You knew he'd seen the message considering he unknowingly had his read receipts on, but it'd always take him at least five minutes to reply. You'd see the text bubble pop up, then disappear, then reappear again at least several times before he'd finally send the message. Typically, it was a thumbs up emoji or short sentences like 'Very cool' or 'That's good.'

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who meant it when he said you two wouldn't be attending some random local bar as a date.

When he took you to a first official date, it immediately started with him picking you up and driving you across town. You rambled the entire car ride as he intently listened and whenever you'd get quiet, he'd ask a follow up question.

Once he got to the nice restaurant, he mindlessly hopped out of the car quick and crossed to your side to open the door.

Mentally, you were checking off all the boxes. He followed the sidewalk rule and kept you on the inside. When he got to the entrance, he held open the door for two older women walking out and then allowed you inside. The waiting area was slightly crowded so he kept a cautious hand hovering your lower back while walking to the host stand and saying he had a reservation.

He had you order whatever you liked for the appetizer, your own entree, and of course dessert. Do you even have to mention the obvious fact that when it was time to pay he swiftly pulled out his card without hesitation?

"Are you sure? I'm really fine with splitting," you said since you saw those prices on the menu— not cheap.

"Of course not. I'm the one who took you here. I'd rather you spend the money on something personal," he insisted while sliding the card into the check and setting it at the side for the waitress.

"Fine, I'll just cover our next date."

"Sure," he sarcastically mumbled while sipping on the expensive red wine he ordered.

"I'm being serious! Let me treat you next!"

"Fine. Maybe you can handle the next date," you practically cheered at his words; specifically, that he agreed there'd be another date.

What you didn't expect was for that next 'date' to be sitting in a park and eating ice cream. He somewhat held his word with allowing you to tip the workers, but he payed for the two ice creams.

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who, despite his fears, was one of the best men you've ever dated. Sure, it's not like you've been together that long, but he still unknowingly proved himself to you every day.

Whenever you were stressed out about something, he didn't make you feel little or ashamed about it. Though most of all: he didn't make you ever feel like an inconvenience.

"I don't know I just... ugh. I'm underdressed, I can physically feel my makeup weighing me down, and I know eating steak will hurt my stomach right now."

The two of you were sitting in Nanami's car right outside the restaurant he's already driven you to. His hand is on your thigh as he gently slides it up and down reassuringly; just listening to your complaints.

"Would you like to go back home? We can go to my apartment, or I can drop you off at yours if you're done for the night."

"No you already drove me here. I just need to get over it," you mumbled as your hand went to the door handle. He's quicker though and swiftly leans over and captures it before you can get out.

"Sweetheart it's no issue if you want to leave. You can stay with me tonight and we'll order something to my apartment."

"But you've already drove out here."

Nanami just scoffs at that: "That doesn't matter to me. I don't want to eat here if you're going to be upset." At this point he just takes over and grabs the seatbelt and pulls it back over you before clicking it in the clasp.

You stayed silent while watching as he smoothly reverses the car and exits the fancy restaurants parking lot. You finally speak up once he stops at the intersection: "Are you sure you're not upset? I feel childish making us leave."

"You're not childish? You've had a lot on your plate and you'd just rather stay home tonight. I assure you, I'm perfectly fine with this," his thumb pressed comforting circles into your thigh.

"Well... Thank you."

"No reason to thank me," he says while glancing over to you as you sat in the passenger seat. He smiled softly and leaned over; pressing a kiss against your cheek before pulling back when the light changed to green.

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who feels like an amateur when it comes to initiating touch or any physical intimacy. The first few months he strictly strayed away from it, but eventually he felt the desire creeping in

Nanami has been with women of course; multiple women like most men in their thirties have. Though, he hasn't been with a single woman since his late twenties and now he's nearing his forties. His sex drive basically became nonexistent as he fell into the same mundane schedule and lost interest in those things. Maybe he'd feel the need once or twice a month, but that was really all he cared for.

Although as he stayed with you longer and 'sleepovers' became more common, it got a lot more difficult to keep himself in check.

You lying beneath his satin sheets and curled into him? Nanami was mentally on another planet focusing on doing paper work just so he wouldn't get hard.

You wore that one sundress that showed the curves of your breast or shorter skirt that allowed him to see the smooth skin of your thighs? Nanami wouldn't stop staring between just your eyes and the scenery around.

He called you around nine a.m expecting you to be awake, but in reality you'd slept in? He'd hear that sweet sleepy slur to your words and would drag a hand over his face while trying to act normal.

Poor Nanami felt like a weirdo whenever he'd stare at the pictures you sent him and suddenly feel blood rush downwards. What he didn't know was how you did half of these things on purpose. Maybe you intentionally were showing a necklace you got with your cleavage on full display hoping he'd say something. Perhaps you taking a photo of yourself at the apartment complexes pool in just your swimming suit was on purpose. However, Nanami wasn't getting the hint.

"Looks beautiful sweetie" he'd reply as if you didn't just send him a photo with 90% tits.

"Make sure you sunscreen up" was all he had to say after you posed yourself for an embarrassingly long time so he could see the full body image?

Meanwhile, what you didn't know was Nanami would close his eyes and imagine your pretty face and whatever photos you sent while he palmed himself through his pants. Eventually, his hand would be wrapping around his girth while pretending it was your soft one sliding up and down his sensitive length.

He'd teasingly trace his finger around the head of his cock like he's seen you do to drink glasses rims. He'd grossly picture how your hands look that one time you two were making dinner at his house and you were washing the vegetables.

His dirty thoughts helped paint a picture that would have him helplessly bucking his hips into his hand while he came with a low groan; falling back into his bed pathetically.

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who was genuinely faltering the first time you made a clear move on him. The two of you were reclined on his couch while some movie you wanted to watch played. At some point it was interrupted as your attention shifts and you began to rant to him about something pertaining the movie.

Eventually you got so side tracked to where you were only paying attention to how his blonde hair, with speckled bits of white, was laid perfectly and his tired eyes were focused on you entirely. His arm laid across the head rest of the couch and behind you, so he felt intimately close. You couldn't possibly hold yourself back from kissing the man, so that's how you ended up escalating it until you were slowly grinding on his lap as you two made out.

He tried to be considerate and just gently rested his palms on your hips, but every time you dragged your body down to meet the bulge in his pants, he tensed up.

The kiss was messy as your fingers curled around the nape of his neck and felt his shorter, groomed hair along it. He felt the manicured nails, that he paid for, scrape against his scalp and make him jerk his hips up slightly to meet yours.

One of your hands slide down to his wrist and pull it upwards so his hand is traveling under your shirt and to your soft chest. Instantly, his hand is gently massaging one breast while his pointer finger brushing over your nipple. You just had cotton shorts and a thin pajama shirt on since you were spending the night, so you were dressed comfortably.

You pulled away from the kiss and he could see how your lips were slightly swollen and glossy, then his eyes darted to yours.

"You're gorgeous darling," he whispered as he leaned his head back into the couch, breathing a bit heavily, and his eyes return to scanning up and down your body. The hand that rested on your hip began to just slide up and down your side leisurely. He could see your harden nipples beneath your shirt as his finger smoothed over it; making you flinch with a small gasp.

Your movement only made his dick jump too in his boxers.

"I want more," you mumble as your hand left leading his and instead went to his shoulder before dragging down his chest.

"Yeah? What 'more' do you want?" he teased as he leaned his body up and lifted your shirt up so it bunched around your collarbones. He could properly see your breast, so he stared for a moment while watching them rise and fall with each breath you took.

"Don't tease me old man."

Nanami softly laughed at that as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss between your tits before peppering a series of them all over.

"I'm not baby— just use your words."

One hand gradually shifted from your waist to instead the small of your back as he pushes you forward: causing you to instinctively arch your back. His other hand remained on your breast as he delicately squeezed it while massaging— his mouth worked on the neglected one.

"Kento," you softly whined while your nails scraped against his scalp and caused him to let out a low groan. He lapped at your skin, as if tasting it, then would give an open mouth kiss.

"Use your words," he repeated a bit more sternly.

"Kento, please, I want you," you whimpered as one of your hands went and grabbed his wrist while pulling it off of your breast. You guided it downwards until you slipped his fingertips under your cotton shorts and he did the rest. His fingers brushing against the wetness that dripped onto your panties as you just looked at him with pouty lips.

"Good girl," he breathlessly said as he leaned in and gave you another kiss as his fingers began to steadily knead at your clit.

¡Older Boyfriend Nanami! who finally felt like his life was worth living after he met you a year ago. You pulled him out of the depressing repetitive cycle he gradually began to accept.

He's not even sure if he could ever explain to you what you've done for him, but he tries to every day.

He does whatever he can to take care of you and support you. Hell he's even offered to help pay any student loans or your apartments rent, but you speedily denied.

"Kento, I've been doing it all on my own for years. I don't need someone coming in and taking over," you explained after he sat you down and said he was interested in trying to help you. It's not that he thought you couldn't manage on your own— he knew better— it's just that he saw the stress it gave you.

He'd have to hear about you applying for another job or cancelling a date because your boss rescheduled you. In his eyes, you were a college student so that was your job. Really, a privileged mindset.

"I know, but I think you might should focus on your school a bit more. I don't mind and it's your last year: you should enjoy it."

"There's hardly been anything enjoyable about university," you muttered. The warm cup of tea he brewed for you sat between your hands. The two of you were seated at his kitchen table enjoying breakfast— not so much now.

"It's cause you should focus on the activities your school offers. You know, I saw a banner in the coffee shop that was for a club you might be interested in," he thoughtfully said. Sometimes he really could annoy you through his persistence, but then again you somewhat put yourself in this situation.

"Maybe I would've had more time if I didn't have to chase a certain man for months."

"You're deflecting, honey."

"I know," you mumbled and glanced away.

After a few moments of silence, he exhaled through his nose and leaned over the table slightly so his hand could gently envelop yours.

"I don't mean to be overbearing. I just... worry. You have your whole life to work, so you should take some time to enjoy things," he tried to explain. "Aren't you hoping to pursue your masters degree after this?"

"I mean, yeah."

"Then you need to really start prioritizing your education. I'm not saying to quit your jobs— you're building great work ethic. I'd just wish you'd enjoy your youth more. I know I wish I did."

His words somewhat pained you. Kento, for some reason, never talked about his past that much. Maybe he'd share a silly story, but for the most part it was a topic you two never broached on. Though whatever it was, you knew it wasn't a good time in his life considering how much he avoided speaking about it.

You sighed, giving up this battle: "Okay, I get what you mean."

"So will you let me help with some bills?" he asked with hopefulness in his voice.

"Mphm.. Not now. We can think about it more in a few months— if your offer still stands."

Nanami nodded and just took your retreat as a sign of victory as he got up from the table and kissed your temple. "Thank you. I will plan on discussing this again. Would you like any more pancakes?" he then asks while already taking your plate and loading a few on that he was letting cool down.

Attack on Titan Fics

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♡ = fluff

Erwin Smith

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ oneshot

♡ ¡Commander Erwin Smith! x ¡Captain Reader!

Armin Arlert

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ short stories/multiple parts

ᥫ᭡ ¡Loser Armin! x ¡Popular Reader! Pt. 1

ᥫ᭡ ¡Loser Armin! x ¡Popular Reader! Pt. 2

𑣲║ ¡Commander Erwin Smith! x ¡Captain Reader!

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Erwin had practically closed himself off to anyone ever since Wall Maria fell. That's not to say he was talking to many before the titan led massacre began, but any interest he had in others faded after 20% of Paradis population was demolished.

Afterwards, he entirely shifted focus onto training cadets and building the Survey Corps to its full potential while wrangling with knowledge discovered after Eren's transformation. In short: shit hit the celling years ago and Erwin Smith was still left trying to finding equal footing after the world turned upside down.

He convinced himself love or a chance at a family was in the wind and far behind where he stood now. Trying to find a woman to love while he willingly risked his life every day was selfish and idiotic. After all, his death wasn't even the only thing he was to fear when considering a relationship with another. The military police have been on his ass for years and would jump at any opportunity to get under his skin or force him to compromise if they were to use a lover against him.

So why, despite knowing all of this, could he not talk himself out of longing for you? For always seeking you first during a meeting, for you were a sectional captain like Hange or Levi. For keeping an eye on your form to ensure you made it back within the walls after an expedition. He knew it was wrong to begin to develop sentiments towards another, especially a subordinate, but he couldn't force himself and reason enough to stop.

That same inability to come to terms with him being unable to ever truly love you is what led him to this.

He had privately requested you come to his office to discuss something. Upon arrival, he ushered you in and pulled out the chair across from his, behind the desk, for you before sitting down in his.

"Hello Commander," you politely greeted like a well trained solider would. Erwin hummed in appreciation of your pleasantries, but he did crave for you to just say his name normally sometimes.

"Good evening. I'll be frank with you as to not occupy too much of your training time," he stated since he had pulled you away from helping teach the newer recruits, "you are to not join the Survey Corps on the next expedition."

You paused as you stared at him for a moment while wrapping your head around this new information. The Survey Corps already had a dwindling number of soldiers, so why would he willingly decrease that number more? Especially when the next expedition was to reconquer Wall Maria with the help of Eren Yeagers titan ability.

"Sir, if I may, have I done something wrong to be withdrawn?" you questioned. Your mind racked through all circumstances: you hadn't severely messed up the last expedition nor did you think you'd done something to have him question your loyalty.

"Ah, well I'd just rather a squad captain stay behind to help the newest regimen train," Erwin quickly reasoned as he said the same line he's rehearsed for the past several minutes before calling you in. He knew damn well there was no good excuse for keeping you behind. At least there was no good one besides the fact that Erwin didn't want to risk losing you— a good enough reason for him.

You let his answer pass, but your questioning hadn't yet ceased: "Will my troop continue or stay behind with me?"

"They'll continue under another squad leaders commandment. I'll likely choose to split the group between Miche, and his senior officers: Nanaba and Gelgar."

Each word was methodically chosen in hope of eliminating any more questions from you. The less you asked, the easier it was for him to create a loose story. As you stared intently into his eyes with unwavering trust to not further ask about why you were chosen to linger behind, guilt swarmed in his chest.

You looked gorgeous sitting across from him in a uniform he despised you wearing. Your eyes looked askance, but your mouth remained closed as you decided your commander wouldn't do anything to jeopardize the plan.

"Alright, is that all?"

"Yes, you may return to your regular duties," he said while quickly standing so he could make it to the door before you did and hold it open for you. As you stood up and he rounded his desk corner, he easily got distracted and paused on his heel.

You were simply raising yourself out of the leather armchair, but Erwin would see the quiet contemplation in your eyes that were half covered by hair falling out of place. Mindlessly, he raised a hand and brushed the few strand aside in order to view your face more clearly.

The moment his eyes finally met yours, he instantaneously realized he fucked up and let his hand drop away from your face. You looked at him with slightly shocked eyes, because since when did the Survey Corps Commander ever touched someone that softly?

After a few silent seconds passed, you decided to take the initiative of clearing the awkward air and brought your own hand up to tuck any more loose strands behind your hair.

"Thank you— I'll have to redo my hair before training the new cadets," you said while pretending your heart wasn't about to beat out of your chest. Erwin still wasn't saying anything as he stared down at you with icy eyes. He eventually gives a nod of acknowledgment and steps back.

"That would be a wise choice," he muttered while watching your form retreating back towards the door. He hesitated on he's feet for a moment while contemplating everything that's been happening in the last five years condensed into these few seconds.

When was the last time he felt at ease and his mind wasn't rambling on about finding the answer he's been seeking his whole life?

When was the last time he felt a comforting touch?

His feet were moving against the hardwood before he realized it as his hand caught your wrist and pulled you back around to face him.

When was the last time he even kissed another? It was before Wall Maria fell and he realized the horrors that awaited humanity, and that which dwelled in it.

His azure eyes scanned over your face while retracing your lips, eyelashes, cheeks, eyebrows— all features he's committed to memory. All features he would see whenever it was late at night and he'd close his eyes. Before any logical thought could hold him back, suppress the one desire he was willing to give into, his free hand tilted your face up while his lips met yours.

At first you were shocked and didn't reciprocate, but after feeling his gentle affection your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed him back. You felt his thumb gingerly stroke your cheek as his hand cradled your face. Your hand that wasn't being held by his steadily came up to rest on his broad shoulder; eventually slipping into the short undercut on his nape.

He didn't force his tongue down your throat like some impatient animal, nor did he attempt to push you against the wall and deepen the kiss.

The kiss remains steady and tender until he unhurriedly breaks it and pulls away from your lips. His thumb that had been caressing your cheek instead ventured to brush against your lower lip as his eyes softened more than you'd ever seen.

Through his eyes you could see everything he's been hiding. All his secrets laid on full display so he was vulnerable and free to be subjected to your judgment. What captured you most was the inescapable need for someone that lingered in his gaze.

"Is everything alright?" he quietly asks: testing the waters and ensuring you're fine. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make you feel forced to allow this due to his position of authority.

At your silence, he felt dread seeping in like the blood on his comrades green cloak after a failed mission. Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over him and trapped him beneath the surface as he jumped to the conclusion that he's ruined this.

His hand falls away from yours and his palm leaves your cheek. He's preparing himself to step back, clear his throat, and apologize whilst readying himself for the theoretical chance of you threatening to report him. After all, a high ranking official, such as the Commander of the Survey Corps, fraternizing with a subordinate was looked down upon. Would he be terminated? Certainty not— in a fair and equal world maybe, but this was the corrupted system he had to consider.

"No, no— everything is alright. I'm alright," your voice breaks his consuming thoughts.

"Are you sure? I do not mean to overstep anything—"

"I'm sure. I just—," you paused for a brief moment before continuing, "I just hadn't been expecting anything."

"So, you wouldn't mind if..." he voice drawled out as he let you mentally finish the sentence. Your hand gravitated back towards his shoulder as his hands sought refuge on your waist.

When you began to lean upwards as an answer, he leaned down and met you halfway in searing kiss. This one far more intimate as his finger brushed along where your white shirt was tucked in— standard requirement for the uniform. His wrist brushed against the cropped tan jacket that wore the wings of freedom symbol embroidered over your left breast.

His fingers cautiously increase their grip along your hips as he pulls you closer, but a sudden rap of knocks breaks his focus. He's immediately pulling back as his eyes snapped towards the door. Hands still encasing your hips, he speaks up.

"Yes? Who is it?" his voice trained back to the usual deep, monotoned tune.

"It's Levi. Here to discuss the reassignments," he heard on the other side. It quickly dawned on Erwin that he'd planned a meeting shortly after yours to discuss with Levi how the proceedings will continue with the expedition.

"Ah, well just a moment, please. I'm finishing a meeting," Erwin replied before his gaze returned to you. He could tell you're flustered and he's internally wondering when was the last time he saw a woman like this— far too long ago.

"I-I'll just," you mumbled while softly pulling away from him. He watches you for a moment, then gives a nod of approval as his hands fall from your body, but not before catching your hand to keep you close so he could tell you one last thing.

"If you'd like, my office will be free later tonight between seven to nine. Feel free to stop by, but only if you're comfortable," he whispers while ensuring he's really emphasizing that it's your choice.

You couldn't help but feel a slight smile tug at your lips while you hear how sincere he sounded: "I will," you just confirm.

Then, his hand gently slips away from yours as he steps towards the door to open it for you— like he originally meant to do.

He holds the large wooden door open as you step outwards into the hallway and saw where Captain Levi had been leaning with his back against the wall: waiting. You step out of Erwin's office and he straightens up and looks at you.

He gave a small nod of acknowledgment before his eyes paused on your face for a moment, then darted to Erwin's. Though before he can put much thought behind his words, the Commander is swiftly speaking up: "Captain Levi, please come in. My apologies for keeping you waiting."

With that, you step around Levi as he steps into the door frame and casts one last glance to you before retraining his sights on the blonde man.

"All fine," he responded as the door slowly creaked closed and you were left in the hallway alone; the press of Erwin's lips against yours still fresh on your mind.

𑣲║ ¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! x ¡Barista Reader!

casual & fluff

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¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who doesn't even like coffee much to begin with. As an athlete, he has plenty of nutritionist breathing down his neck about how coffee interferes with the bodies ability to absorb certain nutrients or it can heighten anxiety.

Overall, he usually chooses to ignore the beverage. Especially when considering the cups of creamer people add into it— it was far too similar to milk. However, he woke up from only sleeping two hours after he spent most of the night analyzing the other teams playing style. In simple words: he needed a 'pick me up' and the easiest thing he could get his hands on is coffee.

Though being in an unfamiliar city, he was forced to surf the internet for decent cafes until he landed on one within walking distance of the luxury hotel. Bastard München left Germany about a week ago to attend some training camp in another country; therefore, he's been quite occupied and took no time to do sight seeing.

So as he followed the instructions playing on his phone, he took in the different architecture and street life that was a sharp contrast to Germany's. When he finally arrived at his destination, he slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked into the small, welcoming atmosphere.

The coffee aroma was strong, obviously, but there was a hint of sweetness he could trace back to the pastries in glass casing along the front counter. His eyes just fixated on the menu hanging while trying to translate the words in his head.

Blue Lock did allow the players to utilize the translators outside of just football practices and matches, but he was trying to strengthen his language skills since he planned on being a global football player.

He just waited his turn in the long line and mentally focused on pronunciation of his order.

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who upon first seeing you was awe struck for a moment. You tilted your head up to look at him as you wore the typical customer service smile despite the way he blankly stared down at you.

"Hello! What would you like to order?" your voice rang out and echoed in his ears. His original plan and practice he committed to went flying out of his head the moment your eyes focused on him and waited for his reply.

"Ah hello," he visibly paused while he eyes flew back up to the menu over your head so he could gather some composure. Although you of course couldn't have noticed his slight panic, for his face remained vacant and portrayed no sign of shock. "I would like the black coffee," he replied in a thick German accent as his gaze fell back onto you.

You gave a nod and tapped a few things on the screen before turning it to him so he could swipe his card. As he entered it, you were busy staring up at the rather tall man. You looked at the tattoo that crawled up his neck and disappeared beneath his casual shirt. His eyes were a magnetic blue that matched the tips of his, otherwise blonde, hair. When he tapped his pin onto the screen, you could see the subtle way his muscles tensed and ripped beneath his forearm.

"Your drink will be out quickly if you'd just like to wait by the counter," you said with that peppy voice before turning to grab a disposable cup. Your other coworker was busy preparing a latte, so you took it upon yourself to swiftly grab the plain black coffee.

The blonde and blue haired man didn't say anything besides a hum since you turned away so quickly to begin preparing his drink. Retreating to the counter he suspected you referred to, he tried getting on his phone and tapping through apps to distract himself and not look weird.

Finally, you were placing the top on the cup and turning to him.

"Here you go— have a nice day!" you politely said while he got the memo and was taking the cup out of your hand.

"You too," he also did an attempt of being polite even though his face remained deadpanned as he stared. Your eyes just lingered on him for a second; observing him and memorizing since he had that model face you only saw a few times in your life.

Snapping out of it, you gave a quick nod with a smile and turned to begin taking someone else's order as your coworker walked up to the counter and sat down another drink.

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who found himself walking the now familiar path back to the cafe you worked at.

God he was getting sick of the damn caffeine intake everyday, but at least he'd been balancing it out by ordering another dessert— his nutritionist and dietitian would not be pleased. He specifically liked the ones most people didn't bother with: bread rusk. Whenever you'd overestimate the amount of sweet bread needed for a container or needed to generally trim it down, you were left with scraps; therefore, you repurposed them.

You'd take the extra scraps and coat them in a thin layer of sweet butter before slowly baking them until they were golden and slightly crunchy. Typically, you'd sell a few and then give freebies to the last customers, but recently you'd been selling out.

The man you first 'met' early in the week— wickedly tall, thick German accent, sharp blue eyes, all the qualities stuck in your head— had been coming back every morning.

You soon began to characterize him with all the other regulars every time you greeted and asked if it'll be the same today. The exchanges were short and brisk with the farthest the two of you getting was a 'how are you today?' followed by an actual answer. Other than that, Michael hadn't had any luck striking a more interesting conversation.

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who also found himself developing a new habit of being late to morning practice. Well not 'late,' but he was arriving only 10 minutes before the practice starts in comparison to his usual 30.

Originally, no one was commenting and just assumed he might be sleeping in later for comfort. Hell, maybe his awful bed hair started to take longer to tame in the mornings. Needless to say, no one was questioning Michael. Besides, his extra beauty sleep seemed to be getting him in a much better mood than his team is used to.

Still, a particular magenta haired teammate did not appreciate the switch up. Anytime he'd think about confronting Michael, he was hit with a sudden pang of anxiety that would make him retreat.

After all, who was he to question the king? Point made.

However, after Michael did fuck up and missed the usual train because he had to wait longer in line due to Wednesday morning rush, he was late to the practice.

As he casually jogged onto the field, he just saw his teammates lined up in front of the coach. He nonchalantly slid in beside Alexis Ness, where the man already created a spot for him, and stared straight ahead to the coach.

"Michael?" he heard a softer voice call out in a whisper beside him. Though Michael's eyes stayed forward and locked on the coach explaining a certain drill. "Michael?"

The second Alexis called his name for a second time, he whipped his head to the side and stared. "What? You're being so fucking loud," he muttered: agitated.

"Oh, sorry I-.. I uh.. just was wondering if you've been.. doing extra morning training o-or something.. since you've been late," Ness mumbles.

"What? Are you my keeper now? Worry about your own damn self," he snapped back and just stared back at the coach to catch the last bit of instructions.

"Sorry."

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who is returning to the cafe yet again and is delighted to see you working. One time he walked in and you were no where to be seen, so he did get a bit more pissy the rest of the day.

As he walked in this morning and was hit by the now familiar coffee bean scent, he just saw your pretty face behind the counter. No one else was in the cafe so he must've just beat the morning rush as he walked up to the counter. Some coworker he hadn't seen before had his back turned as he swept under the booths.

Upon seeing his face, you instantly perked up and stopped scrolling on your phone; instead sliding it swiftly into the pocket of your apron. "Oh good morning! Will you like the usual?"

"Good morning. Yes," he replied in the accent you'd grown to love. Was it weird to find an accent so fascinating to listen to? You had asked a friend while telling her all about the cute man who started stopping by the cafe, and she called you an 'accentphilic—' whatever the hell that meant.

Michael on the other hand was stressing about how this was the perfect time to ask you out, or at least talk to you besides the typical customer to worker interaction. If he would've known this would be the day he talked to you, he would've worn a compression tshirt or something to show off.

"Not many people here right now," he forced himself to say whilst standing by the counter. He had been staring at you while you fished out the sugared bread rusk, but it dawned on him how weird that might look so he adverted his gaze. Now he was just staring out a window and trying to act casual.

"Usually people file in here around 7, so you barely beat the morning rush hour," you reply whilst securing the sugary pastry into the small bag so someone can walk while holding it.

"Ah, that's good," he mumbled before realizing he needed another talking point. "So do you like the coffee here?" immediately, the man wanted to slap himself and hide.

"Well I'm not too much of a coffee person, but I do enjoy the iced coffees sometimes," damn you were already grabbing the cup to put his drink in. Michael felt about as stressed as he is when the football match is in overtime, he's watching the minute count down, and he still has yet to score one point.

"I haven't tried iced coffee."

"Maybe you can get it the next time you come in? It'll be sweeter than the black coffee, but I think it's more refreshing."

"Maybe we could try it—"

Before Michael could finish trying to slowly approach the idea of asking you on a date, he heard an obnoxious voice ring out: "Hey, aren't you that football player?"

He turned and just saw where your coworker finally stopped sweeping the floors and turned his attention to the other man in the cafe. If looks could kill, your coworker would've dropped like a fly.

"Yeah you are! I'd recognize the tattoo— Michael Kaiser, right? I thought I heard something about this city hosting some typa thing for others," he obliviously continues to talk while even walking up to Michael.

On the other hand, you were quietly watching the two. It would make sense considering the handsome man you'd been crushing on clearly worked out and had an athletic build. You set his coffee down on the counter and the sound of it made him snap out of his disgusted glare.

"Thank you, have a good day," and with that Michael snatched the coffee and ignored how your coworker just stood without any response.

Michael could've literally lunged at that man for giving away who he was. Sure, some people knew him— people into football or saw a brand deal— but he's been managing to avoid them for the most part. Now, at the worst time possible, someone interrupted him just as he finally got the courage to talk to you!

Meanwhile, you stood awestruck in the cafe as you watched him dash out the door.

"That was him, right?" you hear your coworker ask while walking behind the counter and setting the broom aside.

"His name is Michael, but I don't know. I don't know all the different athletes."

"You should know him at least— he had a German accent right? Oh it's definitely him... God, I should've asked for a signature or some shit."

The next customer walked in as the bell chimed and you tried to push whatever the hell just happened out of your mind.

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who's been contemplating on even going back to the cafe. His training in this country will end within the next 2 days, so he's not even sure if it's worth potentially humiliating himself. He already ran out of the cafe the other day. Michael didn't know if it was self conceded to say this, though he didn't really care, but he noticed people would treat him differently after learning he was a paid athlete. What if you did too?

After much consideration that lasted the entire day, he finally decided he would go back to the cafe in the morning.

Walking back into the establishment felt daunting as he heard the ring of the bell and stepped inside. He ensured to go around the same time he did the previous day so hopefully there won't be any other customers— he was right.

He didn't even spot that guy, your coworker, who ruined everything last time. Though if he did, he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold back from snapping at him today.

Looking up when you heard the bell, you immediately stood straighter upon seeing the recognizable man. "Good morning! Would you like your usual?" you asked— completely casual and normal. Michael suddenly felt silly for having been so worried about coming back.

"Yes, please."

You turned and began to make his order. Like yesterday, Michael takes it upon himself to start a conversation.

"What is with the people in the streets?" he abruptly asked which made you pause and look over. You tried to consider what he meant as you shook the small plastic bag and the bread rusk fell into order.

"Do you mean the farmers market?" you suggested since you knew your city was having one— they had one every Friday. "You're talking about the people with the tables and selling things, right?"

"Yes, yes them," he confirmed as you set his bread rusk aside and began brewing the black coffee. However, instead of normal, the conversation didn't end there.

"Then yeah it's the farmers market. Have you not been to the one here before?" you questioned, but of course already knew the answer. After your coworker freaking out yesterday about meeting one of Bastard München's star players, you took it upon yourself to look the man up.

His online player stats of 186 centimeters, 19 years old, plays forward position all came up: it checked out. With knowing this you also knew his team was only in town to attend some practice camp filled with scrimmages against other teams, so he was a tourist in the area.

"No, I haven't been. Do you like shopping there?"

"I mean it's alright sometimes. They have one seller who makes pretty cool jewelry."

"Would you like to go?" he inquires in an indifferent tone, but how his attention was trained on you said he wasn't as laid back as he appeared to be. "With me, I mean," he clarifies.

"Oh um," you looked away as you placed the lid on his drink and walked over to the counter, "Yes— yes we can go to it. It's Friday through Saturday and I'm off tomorrow, so that'll be a better time for me."

Michael took his drink from your hand while he didn't look away. He did the calculations in his head, and he just had one practice match in the morning and the rest of the day free. "Saturday works for me. Can we just meet in front of here around eleven?" he suggests since it's close to the farmers market, and probably close to where you lived since you worked at the cafe.

"That works for me!"

"Great. See you soon," Michael says while walking towards the door. You had a bright smile that seemed to infect him, for his lips slowly tugged into a small grin as well.

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who was twenty minutes ahead of the set plan you two made, but you also seemed to have had the same idea as you show up early too.

The two of you strolled to the farmers market and leisurely walked about it. You went to different booths that had jewelry, clothes, and even a whole row selling treats from other countries. Whilst looking at the options, you noticed how each stand had the flag representing the specific food being sold from that country.

There was a variety of South American and European flags, but the one belonging to the stand you saw Michael lingering at was the German one.

"Are you going to get something here?" you asked, since he hadn't bought anything yet whereas you purchased a few items.

"Hm," he hummed while eyeing the selection, then gave a small nod and walked up to the booth. As he approached, an older woman working the stand stood up from her chair.

"Can I get," he began in the language he'd been speaking for the past week while staying in the unfamiliar city. Though the older woman quickly noticed his accent and spoke up.

"Sprichst du auch Deutsch?"

Instantaneously, you noticed Michael look away from the selection and instead at the older women: "Ja, das tue ich. Können wir die apfelstrudel haben?"

Although you couldn't understand a word, you noticed the woman's eyes light up as she replied to him in German and continued a short conversation. You watched the woman package an apple strudel and Michael fish out the money, but the woman quickly said something. He put some cash back while replying, then handed her the fewer bills.

After what you could only imagine was him saying goodbye, he started walking and you followed. Only then did you finally ask: "Did she mark down the price?" for you did notice he gave about half of what was listed as the price.

"Yes— we also have more so you can try some," he mentioned while walking down the busy street to the next booth for you two to look at.

¡Foreign Athlete Michael Kaiser! who, although you couldn't tell due to his straight face, thoroughly enjoyed what he'd call a 'date.'

Though he did on several occasions have to subtly steer you away from two blue headed idiots he loathed— whom are also on his team. They must've chosen to go sight seeing since tomorrow his team was to return to Germany.

After the sun already set and the two of you made it back to the front of the cafe, he politely asks: "Would you like me to walk you home?" He hoped it didn't come off as weird, but even though he didn't know what nightlife was like in the city, he figured he should still ask.

"Oh no, it's okay. I actually live right above the cafe— in the apartments," you retorted with the same smile he'd grown to crave.

He awkwardly paused and just nodded. He didn't dare suggest going back up to your apartment— he didn't want this to be that kind of date, nor did he want you to think it was.

"Ah okay."

"But I would like to exchange numbers. Kinda old fashion to keep communication to in person, or via pigeon," you joked as he looked down at you.

Although Micheal usually never smiled, much less laugh, at others attempts to joke with him: he did just give a small smile and nod.

"Okay, I like that," then the two of you were switching cells to input your number into his phone, and vice versa.

Then, he was off back to his hotel and to pack his bags for the airport tomorrow. He truly felt remorse for even asking you on the date to begin with the longer he thought about it.

Was it rude of him? He should've just asked you in the beginning of the week, when he first saw you, instead of waiting till the literal end of his trip. Guilt subtly gnawed at him when he reflects on how he never told you he wouldn't see you again.

Maybe he should text you and act like he's suddenly going back early? Then again, what about that pesky coworker of yours. The man might've known how long the training camp for the football teams lasted, so he might casually slip that it's over and Michael won't be back in the cafe.

That was an even worse circumstance.

The entire agonizing walk back to his hotel had him mulling over potential options and the downsides. Eventually he's landing on just texting you that he had a great time, but unfortunately his trip was over soon— since when the hell did Michael Kaiser put this much thought into another person?

Sure he's talked to girls before, but he's never literally been stuck pondering how to softly let them down.

Never mind that; his plan was made. As he set foot back into his personal hotel room, he's picking his phone out of his pocket as he feels it vibrate. For a moment he was horrified in thinking you've texted him first asking to schedule another date, but he pauses as he reads the message.

'The stay is being extended another several days due to Paris X Gen agreeing to a scrimmage at this location. Hotel rooms will not be switched and instead just extended. Apologies for late notice."

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𑣲║ ¡Desperate Husband Satoru! x ¡Wife Reader!

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¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who genuinely worships the ground you walk on. Not in some mediocre "my wife just tells me what to do" skit many husbands try to play into; despite the fact that, in his opinion, it makes things harder on the wife. I mean if you had to tell your husband to do simple things, then how is it even helpful! Who cares if he follows your orders if he can't discern whether or not to take out the trash or wash the dishes himself.

So no, Satoru isn't one of those husbands who waits for your holy word to follow. Instead he takes initiative and handles things before you can even bring them up.

Your gas is low when you're driving home one afternoon? The next time you get in your car he's already refilled it without you ever mentioning.

Your favorite snacks are running out but you forgot to put them on the grocery list for the week? He's already keeping a mental track of things like that and will stop by the store on his way home from work to restock.

You casually mention a show or movie once? He's looked up streaming platforms to watch it on so he can ask after dinner one night if you'd like to see it. He just loves seeing your face light up as you claim: 'I've wanted to watch that too!'

In short, Satoru practically feels like he exists to find ways to please his beautiful sweetheart. Although you don't even notice all the little deeds he does for you, he doesn't need your praise to be encouraged to do loving acts.

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who cannot handle arguments between the two of you. While it was seldom, it was bound to happen at some point when the two of you are practically on top of each other every day all day.

Though Satoru would never call what the two of you do a 'fight.' He found the word far more aggressive in comparison to the how you two just bickering or vent to each other. You could get annoyed with his excessive antics and Satoru's annoyance usually stemmed from your silence, but your husband couldn't recall ever being mad with you.

Well that's somewhat a lie. Satoru did get upset with you recently after you ignored his warnings and bypassed his 'rule.'

"What did I say?" his muttered while sitting beside your form as you laid, immobile, in the shared bed.

"To not climb the ladder."

"And what did you do?"

It was quiet for a beat before you spoke up: "I climbed the ladder," you mumbled.

It wasn't that Satoru thought you couldn't hang the photo frame on your own— he just found it impractical. Why wouldn't you wait till he got home so he could hang it up while you told him how to adjust it to your liking? On top of that, Satoru was taller than you so he had better reach and therefore wouldn't have to lean farther off the ladder to hang the frame.

Now, because of you convincing yourself he was overdramatic when he left this morning after making you pinky promise to not try it on your own, you laid in bed with a sprained ankle. Satoru of course took you straight to the doctors to get it checked on after he got back and noticed you oddly refusing to stand up to hug him or at least walk to give him a normal kiss on his cheek.

The doctors told the both of you that you just managed to sprain your ankle pretty bad, but it'd heal within the next two week. Though after that visit, you really debated on having Satoru get his hearing check because he acted like the doctor told him you were to die if he didn't tend to you 24/7.

"Don't move. I need to keep it elevated and iced," Satoru said seriously as he sat close to your legs in bed and hovered the ice pack over your ankle. He didn't want to to press down on the swollen area, so he just decided to manually hover it for 20 minutes.

"Satoru, it's okay. I just need to get up for a snack," you reasoned and tried to shift, but felt his hand swiftly shoot to sprawl over you stomach and hold you down.

"No, I'll get you a snack."

"Fine, then I just want to get up and move," for sitting down all day was driving you crazy. Your husband just scoffed at the idea and lifted his hand from your stomach so he could soothingly rub it over your thigh.

"l'll carry you to wherever you want. Just don't apply any pressure anywhere."

The next few days Satoru took care of you entirely until you finally convinced him it was fine for you to go to the bathroom alone.

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who felt like he fell in love with you every time he saw you. It didn't matter if you simply got your hair or nails done: he pretended like it was the biggest moment of his week and he had to stop and compliment you at least a dozen times.

So whenever you went shopping and got back, you just had to give him a fashion show of everything.

"Oh yeah— I really like this one on you honey," he'd mumble absentmindedly as he sat on the bed with you between his spread legs. His hands sliding up and down your hips: feeling the material to ensure it's up to par.

"Are you sure? I got both colors so I'm trying to pick which is better—"

"Just keep both," he interrupted while his hands stilled on your hips. His eyes were now staring into yours and finally not gawking at how the dress stretched over your chest.

"It was kinda expensive though."

"Keep both," he reiterated as his fingers just pinches at the fabric along your hips. His eyes fell back down to look over your body, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. A sly smile spread across his face when an idea pops into his head: "Do you have panties on under this?"

"Oh my god. You perv— I'm not done with the fashion show," your hands go to his wrist and pull them off, but he just readjust. He shakes your hand off his wrist and instead goes to the slit in the dress and your exposed knee. He slid his hand up so the fabric of the dress ruffled as it reached your upper thigh.

"I can see what else you bought later," his large hand was already curled around your thigh as his fingers slowly inched upwards. "So you going to let me check or what?"

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who refused to go anywhere without you. If the two of you were invited but you chose not to go yet insist he should, he might consider it. Though if he's invited and you're explicitly not, he's sure as hell isn't going.

"Satoru it's fine if you want to go out with them. I go out with my friends on 'girls night,' it's the same if you only go out with your friends on 'boys night.' "

Though Satoru is just staring at you, arms crossed, standing in the living room. The two of you had been watching a movie together when he got up to make more popcorn. His phone had gone off and he checked it and saw it was some of his friends asking if they should meet up at some bar.

Satoru texted back saying he could probably go and he'd ask you, but one friend was quick to say, 'no chicks allowed besides the ones we pick up at the bar bud.' Satoru was not thrilled to see that text. When the popcorn finished and he walked back into the room to set it on the table, he retold you this story; your response less than satisfactory while he stood as if offended.

"Baby why on Earth would I want to go somewhere you weren't invited? That's weird," he reasoned while looking at you skeptically. Was he actually offended you didn't see the issue with this?

"It's just a night out. I go out with my friends too—"

"But that's different because I'm invited too," he swiftly reasoned.

"That's because you're funny. None of the other husbands or boyfriends are invited," you reasoned, "and you still don't go majority of the time anyways!"

Your friends loved Satoru because anyone could see how he obsessed over you. Whenever you'd host a get together for a holiday or just to see everyone, whoever arrived first would be greeted with the sight of Satoru excitedly hanging the banners or organizing the charcuterie boards to your liking.

They also loved Satoru because of how sweet he was. At the get togethers, he'd spend the night refilling the fruit trays and chip bowls like he was actually working for the event. He'd carry on conversations with effortless charisma and crack jokes at the right moments.

Truth be told, your friends all knew how mopey he probably gets when he's at home or literally anywhere without you. They just can't bring themselves to purposefully subjugate him to that, so the offer is always extended to him.

"Because you and your friends should have some alone time?" he replied as if it was basic common sense that answered your question. Sometimes you really didn't know how his mind worked.

"You and your friends should also have some alone time."

"Well this is different because they didn't invite you. It's weird if I go with them when spouses aren't invited," he rationed while sitting back down beside you on the couch.

"But I don't want you to miss out—"

"I'm not going. I don't even like drinking anyways and the bars they pick are icky."

You just sighed and accepted he wouldn't get over this. Meanwhile he takes your silence as acceptance and just cozies himself beside beside you. His arm is draped around your shoulder as he unpauses the movie.

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who didn't understand how all husbands didn't do what he did. He honestly thought it was all common knowledge to do whatever you can to help those you love; however, after hearing how some of your friends talked about their man, he realized that wasn't the case.

"Girl. Then that heifer forgot to set out the chicken so it could thaw. So after getting home from my shift and seeing he'd been sitting on his ass the whole day, he asks me: 'what's for dinner?' Now how the hell would I cook him dinner when he couldn't even set out the fucking chicken?" your friend explains the story with an annoyed tone.

You were hosting those monthly get together with your friends, so the topic of 'things my husband did that pissed me off' came up of course. Satoru, despite being a husband, was allowed out of the bedroom and sat beside you on the couch to just listened to your friend's story with a dropped jaw.

The whole night he listened to how one woman's husband forgot to pick up her medication from the pharmacy, so it closed and she had to skip a dosage which set off a migraine. Another woman's boyfriend said they should work out together because he thought she 'needed it.' One woman's, luckily now divorced husband, gave her an STI that she had to figure it out herself— also figuring out he'd been cheating.

Basically, Satoru was horrified with all the things he was hearing and your friends thought it was funny to keep piling on stories.

His shocked expression and swift response of 'well what did you do after that?' or 'oh no— he's for the streets,' sent the women into a spiral of laughter. The stories baffled him and had him literally clutching his shirt; as if he was an old woman clutching her pearls. Eventually, he just had to excuse himself to refill the potato chips.

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who was not slick at anything he did. He literally couldn't get away with anything because he always, inadvertently, gave himself away.

He could have gotten you a present for whatever occasion, or maybe just because, and he's basically bouncing on his heels to ask you what you thought it was days before he'd let you open it. He had a problem with getting you birthdays gifts and then bothering you the days leading up to it with questions.

"So, sweetie, what do you think I got you?" he'd ask while strolling up behind you as you slid some cookies you made onto your plate. He wrap you in a hug as his chest pressed to your back: "It's really good. What do you think it is? That necklace you—"

"Did you get me the necklace you saw me looking at?" you'd reply, playing into his game. Though he'd pause, then pull off of you to instead lean his hip against the kitchen counter.

With a serious face and sharpened blue eyes, he'd ask: "How'd you know that? Did you peak?"

"Satoru. You literally just said that as my first hint."

Even worse than his horrible habit of telling secrets: he failed miserably at candid photos. Of course he loves capturing you all pretty and posed, but you frequently got annoyed if he stopped you too many times.

So as you two strolled through the botanical gardens and you paused to look at a gorgeous array of flowers, he naturally is whipping out his phone.

He holds it close to his chest but far enough away to properly see the screen so he can snap the picture. Though as he stares at his phone to ensure you're in shot, he pauses as he realizes you're looking at him.

You had turned to ask him whether or not he thought the flower was a deep magenta or a light red, but froze after seeing him. Obliviously, your husband was zoned it on trying to take a photo of you gazing at the flowers— he instead just looked like a creep.

"Satoru, what are you doing?" you'd ask as he finally whips his head up and pockets his phone.

"Just checking the time," he'd try to causally reply and pray no one else in the gardens saw that embarrassing display besides you.

What more, Satoru never learned his lesson! It was a given your husband sucked at using his phone. The blindfold hindered his vision and his large hands had trouble clicking the smaller screen.

Still, that didn't excuse how many times he'd mess up. Specifically, how he always was texting the wrong person and even accidentally calling people. Frequently, you'd get text you knew he meant to send to someone else.

"Hey Nanamin, picking up flowers for the wifey so I'll be a bit late. Don't miss me too much ;)"

You stared at the text for a few seconds before sighing and just replying: "Wrong number. You need to start checking the name before you send people things."

That day he came home upset with himself for spoiling the surprise, but at least you got a beautiful arrangement of your favorite flowers.

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who patiently waits for you to finish your nighttime routine so you could lay in bed with him.

If you preferred to take a shower that night, he's sitting beside the bathroom countertop and talking to you as you bathe. Sure he'd love to join you in the shower, but sometimes you ban him because him 'washing your back' quickly turns into more. He could feel like passing out, but the moment an opportunity arises with you, it's like he's taken a shot of five hour energy.

If your nighttime routine just called for the usual hair, teeth, skincare, then he'd just lay on the bed and look at you through the bathroom door that connected the bedroom to spacious bathroom. He'd just sit and stare while watching you methodically complete all the steps.

Once you finally finished and would step back into the room, he was eagerly tapping the spot beside him, your side of the bed, and waiting for you to climb in so he can give you a goodnight kiss.

Satoru couldn't fall asleep without that kiss, so whenever he was on missions far away, he'd have to pitifully lay in the hotel bed alone. He would just try to picture the line of pillows he set up beside him was your body so he could cuddle into it.

¡Desperate Husband Satoru! who wouldn't say he's got jealousy issues, but sometimes actions speak louder than words. He honestly doesn't know what to call it because it's not like he's so insecure that he's uncomfortable with you talking to other men. He couldn't care less if you had a 'male friend' or whatever it was that people made a big deal out of.

He was sometimes skeptical just because he loves you so much and couldn't imagine why someone else wouldn't, but he trusted you enough to not hang around those who want more from you than a platonic relationship.

What Satoru did care about was the random men in public ogling. He didn't like it when men would come up to his wife as if he wasn't even there! He knew how damn attractive you were and he didn't care other people recognized it too, but he didn't appreciate uncomfortable stares targeted at you.

"Can you believe that! Just walked up to you as if I hadn't been standing right here," the white haired man complains while standing in the produce section of the grocery store. A man had come up to you the moment Satoru stepped away to the frozen section.

When Satoru came back and saw the man gawking at you disturbingly and profusely complimenting you, his skin crawled while he was quick to sling an arm around your waist. Casually questioning how he knew you, but the man quickly muttered an apology and scurried away.

"I can't let you out of my sight here. It's dangerous," he said a bit too seriously while his eyes scanned the store comedically.

"It's our local grocery store— not some sketchy bar."

"That just makes it worse! That means no where is safe!" he dramatically says before pulling you into his side, away from the strawberries, and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry baby. Your big, strong, attentive, loving, passionate, handsome, fearless, 6'4, husband will keep you safe."

𑣲║ Sukuna's Wife Snapping at Him

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Sukuna's now been sitting at the head of the dining room table for exactly 7 minutes and 23 seconds— he'd know because he's counting the seconds in his head— while you chew him out. His two sets of arms are crossed, face is straight, and food left untouched on the table.

"Are you even listening to me?" you finally snapped after you noticed how his eyes drifted to mindlessly stare at the chicken breast on the table.

"Yes, I'm listening," he muttered back and forced his eyes to retrain on you.

This entire argument began because you were a few minutes late to the dinner table. It's your time of the month and you decided to treat yourself to a nice bath and try to decompress. Additionally, the warm scented water helped soothe your cramps, so you may have taken longer than expected. How could you have known you'd spend a hour in the bath on accident!

Bottom line: you swiftly leaped out of the bath and just threw on a cozy lounge outfit that was satin and flowy before making your way to dinner. You should've known Sukuna would be pissy about it though since he's gotten in his head that the dinner table is a divine time which should never be interrupted or delayed.

So, once you got to dinner and the servants opened the doors, you knew you were in for it when his crimson eyes cut towards you. You just quickly made your way to your seat and focused on the delicious meal the cook had prepared.

"You're late," he said: as if if was some announcement and you didn't already know.

"I know, I know. I was just taking a nice bath and it helped lessen my cramps so I lost track of time—"

"That's no excuse," his words cutting off your explanation as you sent him a side eye before turning your face to look at him fully. "Your menstrual cycle isn't a justification for missing a predetermined time. Do you even know how many minutes I've been—"

This time it was your turn to interrupt him as your snippy reply rang out: "Woah woah woah. Who said it's some excuse? I was just explaining it and you could be a bit more sympathetic for me."

Sukuna scoffed and leaned back into his chair whilst dropping the fork he'd picked up. "You're unpleasant like this. Won't listen to reason nor do you admit when—"

"I'm 'unpleasant?' Let's see how unpleasant you are if I crawl inside of you and rip at your—" yeah so that's how the argument started now 8 minutes ago. The servants just awkwardly stood along side the sliding doors and stared ahead while pretending like the Lord of this house wasn't being chewed up and spit out by his, usually sweet, wife.

Him claiming he's been listening to your rant as if he hadn't zoned out severed to anger you more: "Oh you're listening are you? Are you? Because if you did we wouldn't keep having this conversation!"

He sighed: "Woman—" your head ticked to the side slightly while your eyes glared daggers made him instantly reword his statement, "Dear, you are correct. I should be more lenient during your menstruation process. I will make note of this."

"Not 'lenient—' I need you groveling at my feet during this time since it's the least you can do. Matter of fact, this whole argument is too much. I want to move dinner to the bathing chambers."

"For godsake," he's pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes clench, "we're going to eat dinner and converse like we're supposed to do."

"Yes. We shall eat dinner and converse while I lay in my bath and you sit beside it," you reasoned with a shrug as you finally see your husband peel himself away from hiding his expressions in his hand.

He's staring at you in disbelief for a good minute while taking into consideration the argument is now up to 10 minutes going on 11. He knows damn well if it drags on much longer, the room temperature food will grow cold.

"... Begin preparing a bath," he muttered as a servant practically sprinted out of the doors and to the bathing chamber. Another servant hesitantly approached the table to begin picking up the plates to transfer them like you suggested. Although cautious at first since Sukuna seemed like he was desperately holding himself back from lashing out, the servant quickly grabbed the plates upon seeing your welcoming smile and your outstretched hand as you handed your plate to him.

That's how the both of you got to this position: you laying comfortably in the warm vanilla and sandalwood scented bath while he's sitting on the tiles beside it. You have one of those wooden boards constructed to arch between either side of the bath and provide a platform to which you set your plate on. Sukuna just balanced his plate of food on his lap as he listens to you happily speak about any random interests and your day.

"You know, I think we should do this more often," you joyfully announced while picking through your vegetables to specifically eat the roasted potatoes first.

"We have the dining room table for a reason," your husband murmurs while his fork skewers a piece of chicken that fell off the bone. While you seemed delighted to stretch out in the bath, he on the other hand was cramped. He just had to hunch his 7 foot frame over his plate so he could eat.

"Yeah, but I've gotten bored of that. Tomorrow, we can switch to eating in our bed. Oh! Then the next day maybe the garden."

Sukuna just forced himself not to grumble about the idea of crumbs in his bed or bugs zipping by his ears.

"I'll look into it if that's what you want," he muttered.

In the end, you knew you'd eventually eat dinner wherever you said.

𑣲║ ¡Best Friend Sae! x ¡Reader!

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Part One ↠ Part Two

Word Count: 8.0K

Warnings: making out, dry humping, cock blocked, sexual thoughts, handjob, fingering, penetration, dirty talk, praising, pet names (baby), after care, cum eating, overstimulation, unprotected sex (no condom), shy reader, Sae being a sweetheart

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Sae and you have now been dating for several weeks, but it felt as if nothing has changed. Before you two 'officially' got together, you had always been touchy and affectionate with the man. So to an outsider, it seemed as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Even your parents, Rin's brother, and his teammates all didn't catch onto what was happening. Then again, you two were reluctant to tell them. Telling either of your families would mean certain 'rules' would be placed and, knowing your parents, they'd suddenly freak out at the idea of you spending the night with him. You'd been doing it for years, but you understood having a label would act as flipping a switch in their brains.

As for anyone in Sae's life, he just didn't see the reason to tell them. It wasn't that he was necessarily trying to hide it, but no one was asking so he wasn't going to spring it into a conversation. Of course if you ever mentioned that you felt as if he was trying to hide you, he'd quickly alert the whole town so everyone knew. Though after talking to you, he began making a conscious effort to steer clear of any relationship conversation.

Due to the two of you agreeing not to tell others as to keep the relationship a secret, it benefited each of you when it came to the media revolving Sae. Whenever he came back to Japan, of course sports journalist were quick to rush to him with questions and request for interviews. Hell there were even a few articles that did mention you, but quickly lost traction when people realized you, at the time, had a boyfriend and were just friends with the athlete.

Sae knew that despite his love life having no effect on the official matches he plays, people would still maneuver into it and cause problems which was something he absolutely did not want you dealing with. He's played with players who had girlfriends and the media was often ruthless with how they would target the poor girls. Yeah, if that happened to you his career would probably be over from going off on someone. He just kept you in the dark about that stuff though.

The one that that had changed between the two of you was the level of 'touchiness' you'd go. There was occasional kisses and more cuddling which often resulted with you laying across him. However, now whenever you woke up first you'd feel something hard pressed against your inner thigh from where you managed to throw your leg over him in your sleep. Quietly, you'd just shift as to not have him wake up and the both of you awkwardly pretend he didn't get hard while sleeping beside you. He'd just excuse himself to go to the bathroom once he woke up, but you obviously noticed how he'd be gone longer than usual.

To Sae, he didn't know what the hell was happening to him. Okay he knows about being horny and what not, he's an adult man afterall, and he had done some stuff with woman while in Spain, but this was a whole new feeling. Ever since you began dating he'd find himself drifted off while staring at your ass.

You walked by him to go get something from the kitchen? His eyes are following the way your hips swayed and shorts gave him a perfect view of where your thighs and ass curved.

You were laying on your stomach and just scrolling through your phone? He was ogling from his desk chair at how whenever you laughed, your body would shake slightly and in return make it jiggle.

God he felt like a pervert just staring at you. Sure he noticed when he first got back how much you changed— specifically how your body changed. Though even then he had the basic self restraint to keep his eyes trained on your face or some object in the room. Now he felt hopeless, and he would've also felt bad if he didn't notice you doing it to him as well.

He was stretching after finishing whatever online work he was given for the day, and a sliver of his shirt lifted up? Your eyes would dart to the exposed lower abdomen and stare until he would put his arms back down and his shirt would cover that delicious v line.

He was wearing gray sweatpants some brand sent him in hopes that he'd work as greet advertisement? Yeah, best believe your eyes kept glancing to his bulge.

It was like the two of you were playing some secret psychological game you didn't want the other to pick up. You'd both be settled on the couch watching a movie you insisted on, and then you'd purposefully walk into another room to grab another water before returning. Obviously, you also put on the shorter, comfortable cotton shorts that you knew rode up. When you'd return, you saw Sae fixing his pants nonchalantly while keeping his eyes on the TV.

Yet both of you were adamant on not bringing it up first. Sae was conscious about not wanting to push something onto you. You were hesitant because, even after knowing him almost all your life, you were now in uncharted territory when it came to finding out when's a good time to be sexual. It's not like you wanted to say 'Hey, we're good with having sex, right?' although you knew he'd rather that than having you beat around the bush.

You might as well get your hedge trimmers because you were not keen on initiating it yourself.

So, the two of you carried on like you weren't sexually frustrated. You'd go to his games despite his insistence on them not being ones to bother seeing.

"The other team is half baked. Don't waste your time on it," he'd mutter whilst packing his sports bag so he could head to the facility that was hosting his game.

"But Sae, you do realize how long it's been since I've seen you play an official match in person?"

"Even more of a reason to wait till I'm playing in Spain again," he commented, then paused for a second. Spain— right, his European league that he'd be returning to once whatever contract he signed in Japan was up. You've been deliberately avoiding that conversation, because what was there to even say? It's not like he expected you to pick up your life and move across seas to him. You definitely didn't expect him to just not go back to where he liked to play all because you two were in a relationship now. After a few more seconds, he spoke up, "I don't mind if you come— I like having you watch of course. It's just if you have something else, I'm not disappointed about you skipping out."

"I don't have something else."

"Well," he said with a sigh and looked over to you after zipping up the duffle bag, "seems like you've made your mind."

So yeah, you attended his match and proudly cheered whenever he got a hat trick.

After the match, which his team obviously won, the both of you returned to his house so he could promptly shower off. He always seemed to have something against the actual showers in the locker rooms.

You were laying back on his bed and leaned against his headboard when he finally walked in. Casually looking up, your eyes darted back down when you saw him walk in with sweatpants hugging lose around his hips, the top of his Calvin Klein boxers peaking out, and no shirt.

He didn't say anything as he strolled in and just walked over to lay on his bed beside you; chest down so you could see the expanse of his back. He just crossed his arms under his head and laid on them as his eyes shut.

"Tired?" you questioned whilst praying he wouldn't suddenly look at you and see how you're gaping at his back. You'd overheard girls ranking a guys back as one of the hottest things about them, but you hadn't truly seen the hype until you're faced with your boyfriends. His muscles ripple under his skin with the slightest movements as you even see how his biceps are tightened from the position he laid in.

"Mh.. a bit. You kept me up with your yammering last night," his voice muffled against the sheets as you recall how you did continue to talk well past midnight.

"Not like you're too shy to tell me when to shut up."

He opens his eyes from your words and you see him peer up at you through his lashes. He sighed, then pushed himself up to sit up on his bed properly.

"I suppose," he turns to sit beside you instead; his shoulder brushing against yours.

"Mhm, right.. you hot too or something?" you asked— reference to his lack of clothing. He just stares at you with his half lidded teal eyes for a moment, and you almost feel like you're crawling out of your skin. He was much closer now so it felt more intimate as his eyes switched from yours, to your lips, then back up.

"Guess so."

You just nodded and cleared your throat as you looked away. Could he maybe not act like he's staring through you? The room fills with silence for a moment as the both of you debate on how to proceed. Finally, he muttered, "Thought you'd be fine with it. You've seen me without it plenty of times," his words straight to the point without any deception. You had seen him numerous times without a shirt, so why did this feel so different?

"I didn't say I wasn't fine."

"No, but you look like it isn't."

"Maybe you can't read body language," but you just felt one of his hands coming up to your chin and turn your head back towards him.

"I'm not in the mood for this whole back and forth thing."

"So what are you in the mood for?"

His eyes trail back down to your lips while he's quiet; weighing his options before picking the one with the most maximizing gain. When his eyes snap back to yours and he leans in slightly, as if to say 'we doing this?', you just matched his expression.

Swiftly, he's planting his lips against yours and giving a soft kiss, but it's immediately replaced with a more hungry one. The kiss is slightly clumsy despite the two of you having done it plenty of times before; though it just makes you melt into it more. His hand that had been on your chin slides to instead tangle in your hair as his other one slides up your thigh before settling on your waist.

Courageously, you start to shift and he naturally breaks the kiss to see what you wanted. However you were quick to nervously instigate another one as you swing a leg over his hip and settle in his lap. You were just too nervous to see his facial features right now!

He just gave up with little to no resist as he lets himself be coaxed into another kiss that has him parting his lips so he could slip his tongue between yours. You aren't sure how long the kiss carried on for, but you do know at some point your hip experimentally rolled once into his own. As soon as your clothed crouch made contact with the tent forming in his pants, you heard the sharp intake of air through his nose.

Pulling back slowly, you looked into his eyes. "Is this.. fine?" you softly asked as your forced yourself to remain still. His hand that had been in your hair went down to join the other hand on your waist— both holding onto the fat of your hips on either side. His thumbs affectionately brushed over your skin and under the hem of your shirt.

"If this is what you want," he replied back and matched the same quietness in your tone. Promptly, you gave a too eager nod and was leaning back down to kiss him as your hips began to move once more.

His lips were hot and fast against yours as you started to grind your hips more neededly against his bulge after it caught your clit just right between all the fabric. You let out a pathetic moan which would've made you instantly blush and embarrassed, yet when you heard Sae's receptive, quieter groan? You realized he was enjoying this as much as you were.

Sae was hard when he was standing in the bathroom mirror trying to convince himself you wouldn't think he's weird to walk into the room shirtless— or you wouldn't see through his plan. Now, with you on top of him rolling your hips against his like he's imagined you in countless wet dreams, he was painfully throbbing. He discreetly started to tenderly thrust his hips upwards to let each roll you have meet his.

You broke the kiss with a quiet moan that was muffled by his skin as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. Meanwhile his eyes fluttered shut as his head leaned back against the headboard and his hands on your hips went down to grope your ass as you kept grinding.

"Fuck— yeah, like that. Don't stop," you could hear him whisper as your fingernails dug into his shoulders while you tried to think straight.

"Sae," you whined, "I-I want more," as if you weren't rubbing yourself all over him.

His hands kept fondling the fat of your ass while also helping move your body up and down his bulge; specifically making you press harder against where the head of dick was leaking. "More? You're already so pathetic like this, I don't know if you can handle more."

His words shot right to the sweltering, intense pressure building up in your lower body. You felt almost like your clit began to ache from the need to release, and you can only imagine Sae was feeling the same things. You pulled away from hiding in his neck and looked into his eyes desperately, "I-I can.." you whimpered in defense.

"... Then lay down so I can fuck—"

"Sae, mom wanted me to tell you—," you hear Rin's voice behind you at the doorway. Your hips, that had still been lightly moving against his groin, came to a halt instantaneously when you heard that door click open. You could've sworn he was still at practice.

You glanced back over your shoulder and just saw the poor younger man staring in the door frame with widened eyes. It wasn't hard to tell what the two of you were doing from how flushed each of your faces were, and the fact that you were straddling him. As sudden as he came in, he's slamming the door shut to no longer look at you two.

"Oh my god.. oh my god," you muttered as the heat you'd just been chasing diminished almost entirely at the realization that Rin, the other boy you knew since childhood, just saw you grinding on his brother. Your head snapped back to Sae, "You have to go apologize to him."

"Huh?" his eyes were already on you when you turned back around. His face looked entirely relaxed if it wasn't for the slight, practically unnoticeable lift of his eyebrows. You just roll off of him and sit beside him instead. "Apologize for what? I'm sure he doesn't want to see me right after this."

"Apologize for doing uh.. this while he's in the same house obviously!" you whisper snapped at him; as if you were scared Rin was outside the door listening, but you knew he probably hauled ass back into his room.

"I didn't know he was home?"

"Well I didn't either Sae, but that's not the point. I mean now we're going to have to explain that we're in a relationship and everything."

"...No we don't?" he said back while looking at you with furrowed eyebrows like you just suggested a horrifically stupid thing.

"He just saw me on you: he obviously knows now."

"And? Not like he's telling my parents and it'd be better if we just forgot about this. It's what he'd rather."

"How the hell do you know it's 'what he'd rather?' He could easily be upset we didn't tell him we're together."

Sae just rolled his eyes with a sigh— drama queen— and stared at the door his brother just intruded from.

"Fine, I'll mention something whenever I talk to him again."

Yeah, things got real awkward around the Itoshi household after that. When you walked out of Sae's room to grab a snack from the pantry and would see Rin in the kitchen, he'd glare before quickly turning around. You didn't necessarily blame him: no one wants to walk in on that kind of stuff. Therefore you just left him alone and didn't push to talk to him like you use to.

Sae on the other hand seemed like he couldn't care less as he carried on like normal. He knew his brother didn't want to talk to him about that— it's not like Rin is some kid nor is he an idiot. So yeah, the man just lied to you and said it was all fine for the sake of your peace of mind.

Weeks passed on and your 'secret' relationship wasn't revealed— all thanks to Sae's caution. He shielded you from the media and when asked questions about a lover, he was quick to have some smart ass reply to the reporter.

"So, Mr. Itoshi, I'm sure many fans listening at home would like to know if you.. maybe busy yourself with a lover? Any secret woman?" a red cheeked, snake eyed journalist would inquire while sitting across from Sae.

"No," he'd clip back: his media training had done wonders if one were to consider what he previously would've said.

"Really? Now I find that hard to believe. Why don't you at least tell the fans what woman you would go for?"

With no hesitation, the pink haired athlete retorted, "Maybe one that would mind her business."

Sae's managers cancelled a couple of interviews after that.

Nevertheless, things were going strong between the two of you despite not having another moment like the one you had when Rin interrupted. There were kisses that heated up to minimal gropes. Hickeys that you had to conceal with color corrector. Although you two still had desire, you were both at a standstill again on who'd act upon it.

Slowly but surely, the weight of that craving hung over you and you could practically feel yourself crumbling under it. Every time he'd lift his shirt to wipe sweat off his brow after he finished practicing so you two could go home. How his hands and arms looked from simple tasks like writing down his notes or pushing himself off the bed. Hell, how his voice sounded while humming to your long winded rants or calling your name when he needed your attention.

So, with all your neediness building up, Sae could clearly see it. He'd start talking and your eyes would be trained on his lips. Also, you weren't slick with staring at his arms whenever his muscles tensed and bulged from small movements. He'd be lying if he tried to say he wasn't feeling the same though. Whenever cuddling, he always had to choke down the strongest urge to press his hips against your ass. When you sleepily mumbled his name, he had to close his eyes and focus on all the times he fucked up in football so he wouldn't get hard. The only thing that held Sae back from acting on his desires was his paranoia about getting something wrong.

He wasn't too prideful that he wouldn't initiate something because he doubted he could make you cum— no, he knew he could. He knew he could be better than whatever the hell your good for nothing ex gave you. However, he was skeptical about not judging something correctly. He wanted it to be romantic: candles, rose petals, big sign on the bed— whatever you wanted. When it came down to it, he was anxious about fucking something up.

All that in mind, it was no surprise you were the first one to make a move. Like the last time, you two laid in bed together. Only difference being Rin was back to staying in Blue Lock's dorm facility, and Sae's parents were away on business or something. The ending scene of Taxi Driver played on the computer screen situated on top of his lap, but you had been hardly paying attention. Great movie, but you had seen it multiple times since it was one of Sae's favorites.

"Mh.. Sae," you mumbled without glancing away from the screen.

"Yeah?"

"You've been acting kinda weird lately," you said while jumping right into the topic. He looks over at your side profile partially illuminated by the computers glow.

" 'Weird?' " he repeats, " I don't know what you mean. I'm not trying to act any different."

"Well it just seems like you've been off ever since.. uh.. Rin walked in." Briefly looking over to see if he's taken the bait, but he's already staring straight at you. His face in its usual deadpanned, lazy position.

"You think?" he asked but from his catatonic tone, you just knew it was rhetorical. He knew your purpose of bringing up the memory of how you two were humping wildly days ago. He just shut the computer and set it on the bedside table.

"I mean it's just if you had something on your mind—"

"Do you?"

"Stop asking questions back," you reprimand.

"Then stop tiptoeing around your point and just say it."

"Well I don't think it's even worth it anymore," you muttered and glanced away; mostly feigning annoyance because you liked it when Sae fussed over you.

"Come on, don't be like that," he coaxed while his hand found its way to stroking from above your knee up to your thigh. Your head stayed tilted away until you heard him let out an exasperated sigh and lean over; gently kissing your cheek. Happily, you turned back to look at him.

"We've been taking things slower, which I like, but I wouldn't mind if tried more stuff," you confessed while placing a hand on his that had been stroking your thigh still, though stopped upon your intrusion.

"And.. you mean this, as in tonight?" his formal, composed manner almost made you want to crawl under the sheets and fall asleep quickly. Your head started to dip down to nod, but he quickly interjected, "No, not tonight."

"Oh," you freeze: did he have something planned? Were his parents returning earlier than what he'd previously said?

His next few words clashed against your hypothesis: "Everything isn't ready."

"That's alright. I thought you were ready since we almost did a few days ago."

"No, I don't mean I'm not ready— as in mentally or whatever. I just have things to get."

"...What like condoms? I'm on birth control to help control my period cramps if that's what you're nervous about."

"What? No not that. I don't want it to be a sudden thing; you should be in a welcoming environment."

Staring at him a bit longer, you were about to ask him what the hell he meant, but you were quickly clicked back into your senses. Oh, so he was trying to make this all cutesy and romantic. On one hand you were delighted your boyfriend, best friend, was trying to make this special and treat you. On the other hand, you've been sexually frustrated for the past several days and was moments away from humping his pillow.

It really felt like the angel and devil were on your shoulders.

"Sae your room is already welcoming enough."

"It should be special."

"If I'm with you then it's already special," you reasoned: a bit cheesy but you were trying to get your point across. He stared and blinked at you a few times like he was weighing his options.

"Is this.. one of those times you're saying something but mean the opposite? I'm really okay with waiting till everything's perfect."

"This isn't reverse psychology: I'm telling you it's fine."

"But last time you said something is 'just fine' you didn't end up ordering from the restaurant I—" his words cut off when you leaned over and placed a firm kiss against his lips. The two of you are in the same situation again: on his bed, making out, most of the city already asleep. Yet this time you two didn't have the lingering threat of someone walking in.

By the time the kiss ends you're both gasping for air while you feel his hand trailing up your thigh, for you'd removed your hand on it to instead cradle his jaw. His hand rubbed along the very upper inside of your thigh, but didn't touched where you needed him most.

"This okay?" he mumbled quietly as his eyes stared into yours. His lips were still so close that you felt them ghost over your own.

"Mhm," humming and glancing down to his hand, but he doesn't look away from your eyes.

"Yeah? It's fine?" he reconfirmed while his hand stilled.

"Yes— please Sae."

His hand on the inside of your thigh manages to slide under the leg of your pajama shorts and rub along your clothed pussy. He situated himself more onto his side while he leaned in to start peppering wet kisses down the column of your throat. One of your hands tangles into his hair while the other reaches to brush against his clothed cock.

His hips jumped when your hand rubbed at the outline and he gave a quieter, appreciative groan when your fingers glided across the imprint of the head. Sae wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was always a bit selfish when it came to sex. He didn't have a ton of practice, but he certainly wasn't inexperienced. Sure he'd get the girl off so she'd finish, but a lot of his actions were because it also felt good for him. However, with you, he found himself doubling down his efforts to get you heated while ignoring how nice it'd feel to have you slobbering over his dick.

"Feel good?" he murmurs against your collarbone between kisses. His fingers pressed into your panties more so he could feel the clear puffy outline; rubbing circles where he guessed your clit would be. "Lift your hips and let me take off these dumb shorts."

You scoffed at him calling the cute fuzzy shorts dumb, but did follow his instructions as his hand left your aching core and instead grabbed along the waistband to drag the panties and pajamas down. Sae situated himself to sit up more on your side and fold his legs under him while looking.

"You need to take off your shorts too then," you mumbled as your fingers looped under the waistband of his shorts and boxers for encouragement. Sae's hand wrapped around your wrist easily while his other gently pushed your knees away from eachother, for you had closed your legs upon instinct. He didn't say anything back as he was preoccupied with looking directly at the mess already dripping down your thighs.

"Fuck," he whispered as if pained.

Noticing his diverted attention, you squirmed under his gaze while whining, "Oh jeez, stop just staring. I'm being serious— at least let your titties out."

Now that wording snapped him out of it: " 'Titties?' Don't word it like that," although he got the memo and slipped his shirt off. He doesn't bother addressing how your hand was clawing at his boxers though. He just drops a hand back between your thighs and runs the fingertips up to gather your wetness before finally making actual contact with your sensitive nub.

Your eyes bounced between Sae's face that wasn't tearing away from watching how you glistened on his fingers, to looking at where his hand massaged you. Your chest was rising and falling quicker, but in this moment you were having a thought that sometimes crossed your mind: you wished he was more expressive. Your boyfriend, and long time best friend, was the type of person that you didn't know if they were enjoying something based off of how they looked.

On top of that, you also didn't know what his sex life was like when he was in Spain for years before he returned. You could guess it was practically nonexistence, but he also certainly didn't kiss like an amateur. You had experience with your boyfriend but it wasn't like you ever came because of him— that loser couldn't even get you half as needy as you felt now.

Sae, promptly noticing your unusual silence, looked over to see you already staring. His fingers paused their circles when he noticed your nervous demeanor and how your eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" his fingers drifted away from you hesitantly while taking refuge on your thigh.

"Huh? No— no, I just.. uh.." you glanced away. Why on Earth were you suddenly so nervous! You'd been the one instigating this and started the kiss, so why did you feel your cheeks heat up and fight the need to avoid his gaze.

He called your name, bringing you out of your thoughts before repeating, "What's wrong?" concern laced in his apathetic voice, "I'll just stop." Then, he's removing his hand completely and moving to not lean over you; instead, sitting beside you once more.

"I don't want to stop— I.. I don't know: everything just hit me all at once I guess."

His eyes didn't look away from yours while you closed your legs but made no movement to retrieve your clothes. Staring in front of you, you just knew he was studying your expression.

"What did? That we were going to actually have sex, and you got nervous? It's fine if you want time—"

"No, I don't want time," you interrupt.

He's quiet for a beat more: waiting to see if you'd continue. Although when you didn't say anything else, he pressed: "Well I'm going to need you to explain a bit more then. You want to continue but you seem anxious, so I'm not doing anything till we figure it out."

He didn't ask you to look at him nor did he bring a hand up to tilt your head towards him. He didn't acknowledge that you were still half naked in his bed. All he did was wait for you to find the words.

"I didn't mean to freak you out by pausing. It just feels so different than with—" you stopped yourself quickly when you realized you were about to bring up your ex. God, how stupid would that be? Literally bringing up how you and your ex boyfriend had sex to Sae Itoshi: your boyfriend.

"It feels different for me too," he replied. Although you didn't finish your sentence, he knew what you were talking about. "I think it probably does feel different when you do this with people you love though."

Finally looking over at him, you could see how relaxed he presented himself. He was idly leaning against a few pillows that laid against the headboard of his bed. You couldn't see any visible tension in his facial features, nor did he sound the slightest bit displeased with talking about past sexual relationships.

It was silent for a moment before you warily asked, "So.. you have done stuff with other girls?"

It's not that you'd be upset or anything— far from it. The both of you just never discussed things like that, and he specifically never mentioned any flings.

He nodded: "Yes I have. I'm not a virgin or anything, but I wasn't in an actual relationship with any of the women."

"So plural?"

"Two women. Both were back when I was in Spain."

At his confession, you nearly wanted to laugh. The way he previously worded it, it sounded like he was talking about some playboy. Apparently, your smile must've given away your thoughts as he himself smirked back.

"What's so funny? You thought no women liked me overseas?"

"No no! It's just," you stopped while trying to force yourself to not giggle; letting out a harsher breath of air, "The way you worded it. It made you sound like you had all sorts of women."

"Oh, no. Definitely not," he replied sincerely as his smirk dropped like he was disturbed by the idea. At that point, you couldn't hold back laughing. Sae felt whatever tense feeling he didn't even realized developed slowly unknot as he heard your laughs. "Alright, it's not that funny," he mumbled as if you couldn't see the smile working its way onto his face again.

"Sorry! I just feel so much better now," you replied and all Sae wanted to tell you was that if this had been weighing on your mind so much, you should've just asked him. Though he kept his lips sealed. Eventually you resumed, "I do uh.. want to continue though."

"Are you sure? I really don't mind waiting. You know I wouldn't lie to you."

"No— I mean if you're ready then I'm ready."

The pink haired man nodded but didn't move for a moment. His hand shortly did find itself moving back to you, but this time it sprawled over your stomach. He leans in and you caught on and just did the same as your lips met in a softer, embracing kiss.

You felt his hand on your stomach trail down, over your navel, then dip back into your wetness and allow his fingers to be coated. Your legs spread once more as you felt his hand nudge between your thighs. Your eyes clenched shut harder when you felt him insert a finger— his thumb rolling circles over your clit. Feeling his finger start to pump inside you, then another one shortly being added, you break the kiss as you gasp and lean your head back on the pillow. Eyes fluttering shut, you breathed out his name while your hips subtly grind upwards to his hand.

"Baby, keep your eyes open," his softer voice rang out as his fingers made a 'come hither' motion that had you choking back a moan. The pet name he used, something he almost never does, catches you off guard and just send another wave a heat gushing to where he was pumping his fingers in and out of.

Your eyes opened and immediately you see him already looking at you. Seeing how all his attention was focused on you, you had to force yourself to not close your eyes again.

"I-I want to be closer," you whined quietly. Instantly, Sae was already moving his free hand, which had been groping your tit over your shirt, to instead lay his arm behind your head. You lifted your head so his upper arm could fit under it as he scooted closer; not removing his fingers, though they did slow as his attention was broken.

"Is that better?" he asked while you laid entirely on your back and he was on his side molded against you. The shuttering breath you let out told him everything as his fingers quickened back to their previous speed.

Feeling him now pressed against you, his throbbing cock visible from the outlines of his sweatpants was even more noticeable. You moved your arm to reach for it as your hand tugged on the clothes.

"Can I...?" you whispered while looking up into his teal eyes. Almost instantaneously, he's nodding.

"Please."

With that, you pull down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to reveal his aching cock. Delicately, your hand wraps around the base after running it over the head to gather any precum for lubricant.

His thumb switched to massaging figure 8's against your clit while he stared at how your hand began pumping his cock as you bit your lip— trying to concentrate despite the way your thighs twitched and quiver whenever his fingers pressed against your G spot.

"Just like that— fuck," he groans as he in return thrusted his fingers up into your pussy faster so they could prod against your walls. You let out a moan that has him reeling and forcing himself to not push his hips into your hand. You clearly had no problem in doing that though as your hips trembled from thrusting them up to meet his strokes.

The entire time, he's maintaining eye contact as he looks at how your hair is sprawled beautifully on the pillow and your mouth hangs open in awe. His face was just as flushed as yours.

"Sae— Sae I-"

"Shh I know, I know. Let me guide you," he manages out because he already knew exactly what you'd say judging by how tightly you began to clamp down on him. He kept thumbing at your sensitive clit while you whimpered and managed to keep fervently jerking his dick as it twitched and jumped in your palm.

Your entire body shudders while you smash your lips into his while he works you through your orgasm and coaxes you into slight overstimulation. Without even realizing, your hand left his swollen cock to instead grab at his forearm when he didn't stop plunging his fingers in.

You're quickly pulling out of the kiss as a string of whiny curses leave your mouth as your shaky hand pulls his off of you.

"Fuck fuck fuck— Sae, s'to much!" you feebly moaned as he couldn't help the smile on his face when he looked at you; already having a sweat bead on your temple.

"Okay okay, I'm done," he said while peppering kisses to your cheek. He truly got the biggest ego from making you come undone on his fingers within several minutes.

Your body just went limp against the mattress as your hand fell away from holding his forearm still and plopped onto your stomach. Though, when you recognized the heavy heat against your hip, you quickly realized you just blue balled the man.

"Oh shit, sorry. I didn't even notice— let me," your hand is darting to just pick up where you left off, but Sae's much larger hand is wrapped around your wrist in an instant. He's staring at you but didn't say anything for a second, for he was too preoccupied with licking your sweet juices off his ring and middle fingers.

You watched his fingers dip into his mouth as he sucked on them, then pulled them out to lick on them. He paused as if considering something while you stared at him dumbfounded, but then he made a decision and brought his fingers up to your lips. Instantly, you got his idea and eagerly opened your mouth and sucked on the digits. His fingers pressed onto the back of your tongue, but you just closed your eyes and welcomed it. Your tongue swirling around his fingers as they seeped into the warm space. Your boyfriend was accidentally holding his breath while watching you deepthroat his fingers before he eventually pulled them out when he decided you probably got them clean enough.

"You.. don't need to finish doing that," he said in reference to how he stopped you from continuing the hand job. "Is it okay if I—"

"Sae just do it," you swiftly retorted, and after hearing your words he's sliding down his boxers and sweatpants completely and moving to sit up again.

"Do you mind what position?" Sae asked casually, but on the inside his mind is moving a mile per minute. Not only is he trying to not completely lose his brain from how he was so horny and hot he felt like some animal, but he was focused on making you feel as good as possible.

"I want to be able to see you," and Sae was already moving his body between your spread thighs. Before he even grabs his dick to run it over your slit, he's pausing and then quickly grabbing a pillow.

"Lift your hips, pretty," then he's sliding the pillow underneath your ass so he has a better angle. His hands also trail up to bunch your shirt over your tits as he leans down to trail a few kisses over them. He gently swirls his tongue around one of your nipples while his hand pinched your other as you whimpered and squirmed.

"Sae!" you whined while dragging out the 'e' in his name till he pulled away from your breast. His hand grabbed the base of his cock and slowly dragged the head up and down your pussy to gather the slick.

"I'm getting there. You just look so gorgeous," he mumbles and you could literally feel your hole flutter at his praise. He starts to softly push the head through your first ring of muscles as you gasp, but then he freezes: "Shit, a condom. Here wait just a sec—"

"No it's okay. I'm on the pill," you insisted while a hand shot out to grip his. The thought of him having to get up and walk to his bathroom, where you accidentally found his box of condoms after simply trying to get a tampon one time, was miserable.

"Are you sure?" he insisted as he gazed down into your eyes. He moved your hand slightly so he could interlock fingers and just hold your hand.

"Yeah, it's okay. Just.. pull out."

He gave a nod in confirmation before he settled back and languishingly dragged his hips in slightly so his cock could shallowly grind against you. He didn't want to thrust in completely: instead giving you time to warm up.

"Shit," he whispered to himself once he bottomed out. You could see the way his abs flexed every time you accidentally tightened around him as his jaw went slack before he'd notice and compose himself once more.

"Start m-moving," you mumbled while he started to give you fuller thrust that gradually morphed into deeper ones. Once he finds his rhythm, your hand is gripping at his sheets while you moaned each time he bottomed out and his slightly curved tip brushed against your G spot.

Sae, on the other hand, is letting out heavy breaths while watching how your face lewdly contorts each time he pumped you full of himself. The hand that wasn't getting gripped to death by yours reached down to your leg and hooked under your knee: throwing it over his shoulder as he leaned his body downwards so his chest almost touched yours.

"You feel so good," he rasped as he bullied into your sloppy, aching hole. His hand retreated from holding your thigh up and instead let you do that while his crawled downwards to rub at your neglected clit.

"S-slower, s'to quick!" you babbled while he tucked his head into the crook of his neck and pistoned his hips into the mess between your legs. Your hand left tearing at the sheets and instead clawed at his back; leaving red lines down the span of it.

"You can take it," he cooed as his fingers worked at your clit. He felt your nails drag down his back which had his mind reeling from the slight sting, but also let him know how good he was giving it to you.

"I'll cum t-though! Sae- Sae I'm gonna cum t-too quick," you mindlessly jabber.

"Then give it to me."

Once he bottoms out inside you again, your body is tensing up as he feels you grip onto his cock tighter and causes him to lurch over you. He manages to keep thrusting as you cum and his thumb sweetens your release as it stimulates your clit.

As he feels your orgasm subside while he gently grinds his hips against yours, he's letting go of your hand and readjusting a bit. One arm finds its way under your waist and easily lifts your lower body to slide it closer to the edge of the pillow. His other hand slides under your head to cradle you close as he kisses a cheek softly before he just begins to pound into you again.

The harsh contrast between his attentive actions vs how roughly he's drilling into you sets your mind spinning as a hand threads between his pink locks and the other digs your fingernails into his shoulder blade.

"You like that huh?" he cockily grunts into your ear while you moan, half incoherent: "Who's fucking you this good baby?"

"Y-you! You are!" you garble as you feel the world spinning as overstimulation sets in and your eyes roll back. The only other sounds in the room being his thighs slapping against yours and the squelching noise of him nailing his dick into you.

His thrust start to get sloppy as you hear his breath hitch and grip around you tighten as your chest brushes against his in the hug. He holds you close, moans spilling out of his lips softly before he abruptly pulls away: pulling out of your dripping pussy and letting ropes of white, pearly cum decorate your stomach. Small trickles of cum still escaping that trickle down his shaft deliciously.

His body is visibly trembling too as shaky breaths leave his lips while he looks at the mess he made. Your body laid out beautifully in front of him with cum dripping before your fingers dipped down and swiped against your skin: collecting a wad on your finger and bringing it to your lips. He watches with his jaw dropped in a small 'O' before his swallows his spit and collapses at your side.

His hand cards into your locks as he pulls you down for another kiss despite your lips still being smeared with his seed. As an athlete, he had the endurance to go another few rounds. Though when he looked at you and felt the quiver in your body, he knew not to push you too far.

"You were so perfect," he lovingly whispered after he pulled away from the kiss. He just tucks a strand of hair behind your ear while his eyes trace over your features and notices the fatigue. "Are you okay?"

"M-mhm.. just.. hold me for a bit," you request as he pulls you closer into him.

"Do you want me to start a shower?" he then asks because he knows he got you all sticky. You sleepily shake your head no while tucking yourself into his chest.

"No I just wanna lay.. we can bother with that in the morning... I love you," you murmured as you felt one of his hands stroking at your back.

"I love you too."

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𑣲║ To Be an Artist's Muse

¡Artist Shidou! x ¡Muse Reader!

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Warnings: none!

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Most people would agree being a college student who's primarily financially independent is no easy feat. You did various work studies at your university and even are a student TA; however, you were fairly sure your professor agreed to it in pity and not because they needed much help grading freshman's essays.

So it was safe to say you practically jumped at any opportunity that involved you getting paid. This phenomenon typically leading you to the expansive bulletin board that hung right as you stepped into the library: holding a plethora of flyer sheets.

There were papers for volunteer work with environmental projects on campus, people to call if you needed a tutor on subjects like organic chemistry or calculus II, and the occasional AA flyer meeting that was held at a local church every Wednesday. All of which didn't interest you as your eyes rapidly scanned every sheet for the magical statement: "Pays by the Hour"

When your eyes finally lock onto the newest gig being offered, you step closer to quickly skim over the terms and conditions. You just note a few sentences: models needed for students' end of term project, contact professor to set up an appointment with student available, average pay is $20 an hour. Truly, your eyes fixated on that last part as you quickly ripped off one of the tassels that hung onto the end of the paper and had the professors contact information, email, written down.

You just returned back to your independent dorm room since you were a RA— yet another job you weaseled yourself into— and promptly sent a professional email inquiring about the job and if there was still availability.

I mean, it truly seemed like one of the best jobs you've had the chance to jump at since you've gotten to college. Just pose in front of some art student for a hour or two and get paid nearly half of $100? Sign you up.

Well, at least that was the enthusiasm you carried as you happily awaited the professors response and carried along with your day. It wasn't until later that afternoon that you sat down with a 'friend' in a picnic table within the large courtyard that you began to have doubts. Your first mistake might've been trying to discuss this with a girl whom you didn't even like much, but shared a required political science class with.

"Be a model? Couldn't pay me enough for that," she commented while watching a group of students kick a hackey sack from across the lawn.

"Huh? Why not? I'll just stand still for a while and make money— shoot I've done 10x more grueling labor than that."

"Because, think about it: a chic or some guy is just going to study every part of your body for hours and notice whatever flaw you've got. Then, they're going to draw those fucked up details and submit it for their final," she replied in that pessimistic tone, "not to mention the art could be chosen to be displayed. I don't want my tits hanging in the fine arts department."

"Um, well I thought it was pretty nice. Besides, who says it even has to be a nude—"

"The art students final is literally anatomy and raw human condition. You're going to have everything hanging out."

You stare at her as she delivers the news— did you skip over that in the flyer? Surely you would've noticed you had to be buck naked if the flyer had that on it.

"Well.. still, I don't think they're judging—"

"No they definitely are."

"You don't know—"

"They are."

You didn't even remember what the rest of the conversation was because she was getting on your nerves, but her words served to loom in the back of your mind.

After returning back to the dorms, you swiftly opened your laptop to see if it was too late to unsend that email to the general studio arts teacher. Unfortunately, you were just met with the professors response and clear gratitude that you agreed to 'help his students propel themselves into an otherworldly experience by captivating the vulnerability of humanity.' His words, not yours. Nevertheless, you were already a foot into your grave so you sent a confirmation email and shortly received the day and time you were expected to meet the student in a private studio room.

Towards the end of the email, the professor added that the student you will be working with is named 'Ryusei Shidou,' and he's sure he'll be a pleasure to work with.

Eyes scanning over the name again and again, you tried to remember exactly where you had heard that name. You could somewhat remember seeing it engraved on a golden portrait framing a painting that was exhibited for exceptional students in the library, but you couldn't even remember what the painting precisely was. For some reason, the idea of it depicting impressionism of what you could guess was early summer in Japan appeared in your mind. Though, you felt as if that is not the only place you had heard of him.

Never mind that conundrum, you just anxiously waited as the 2 days passed until you'd have to see him. The whole time you were trying to convince yourself what your friend said isn't reality and is just her insecurity talking.

Walking into studio 99, a little late because you originally fucked up and thought the professor said 111, you saw the back of the man whom you instantly recognized. He seemed preoccupied with arranging an array of pencils onto the side table residing next to a plain wooden chair. He hadn't noticed you at first, but after seeing movement in the corner of his eye he quickly looked over.

You watched as the man's straight face contorted into a smile and he swiftly stood up from the seat he had been in. Your eyes just stay fixated on him as he began to walk; specifically, focusing on the familiar pink tip hair and tanned skin. Finally, you recognized his name because you always saw him around campus and heard it being called.

Go to study in the library? He was already in an occupied study room laughing with an assortment of friends. Trying to enter the student cafeteria? He was one of the only ones actually eating the yukhoe, or he'd get a snack of nori rice. Literally trying to walk across the court yard? He'd be one of the guys kicking the hackey sack between the group. Therefore, you seeing him constantly wasn't that great when you consider that in maybe 10 minutes, you'd be entirely naked.

"Hello!" he chirped while hastily covering the shortening length of ground between you two, "you're the model, correct?"

"Oh yes— and you're Shidou?" he was just holding his hand to which you speedily took to do a proper handshake. You could feel the callouses gently scrapping against your softer palm— probably all from holding pencils and paint brushes for extended periods of time.

"Yep, I think I've seen you around?" he questions but you can't even think back an answer as you stared. Although he clearly didn't care much, for he's already turning to walk back to the chair. "Well anyways, if you're comfortable with it then I'd like to get started right away. You can change in that room," he points to what looks to be a spare closet, "I already hung up a robe that you can use."

He doesn't bother checking to see if you're actually walking towards where he pointed. Seemingly busying himself with checking the grades on the pencils he'd collected, his eyes remained downcast as you mumbled, "Oh, okay thanks," and diverted towards the room.

Your assumption was correct because the 'room' was maybe several square feet wide and there was just a door hook holding a plain white robe. Shimming out of your clothes, you neatly folded them and placed them to the side— trying to prolong this— then slid the robe on and walked back out.

Once the door opened again, Shidou looked over and then stood up once more and approached the small moveable platform in the middle of the room. His mind mentally replaying his professors words on how to act with models: don't comment on their body, don't take pictures, and don't purposefully stare at anything too long.

"So, I was thinking you'd maybe want to start off with gesture poses?" he suggested whilst slightly kicking the flat, wooden stand.

"Okay, sure— and... what are gesture poses?"

He was quiet before looking over with a smile that was clearly supposed to be calming, though nothing would really ease your nerves at this point. He stopped kicking the wooden box once he got it where he wanted: "Have you not modeled before?"

"No, not like this at least."

"Well I'm fine with a virgin," he said unbothered despite how the metaphor made you tense. "A gesture pose just means you'll hold short poses to help me sketch any quick muscular lines or get an understanding on your proportions. It'll just be foreplay for the both of us."

Despite his sexual wording, it truly just seemed to be naturally slipping off his tongue and he paid no mind to it. Thus letting you know he didn't mean anything behind it— hell, maybe he was trying to be funny to calm you down.

"Sure, that sounds fine."

He gave a fast nod and retreated back to his seat and picked up his sketch book and pencil. Meanwhile you approached the platform, robe still on, and stepped onto it hesitantly. He looked up: "Alright, you can take the robe off whenever you feel ready. No rush."

He stared at you for a moment longer as you stared back, but then he got the memo and glanced towards a random wall of the room as to give you 'privacy.'

A few seconds pass as you compose yourself, then you're slipping the smooth white robe off your body and tossing it away.

"So, how should I pose?" your face is just looking away from him, but out of the corner of your eye you'd already seen him turn his head back right when the robe slipped off.

"Since this is your first time, we can do more simpler ones. Just-.. just lift an arm upwards and the other casted behind you— like a ballerina I suppose."

Following his instructions you extend an arm above your heard and outwards so it wasn't entirely rigid, then your other drifted behind you slightly. Desperately, you tried to ignore the awkward exposure.

"Like this?"

"Sure. We'll just stay like this for a few minutes," his pencil already scrapping against his sketch sheet as he spoke, "hold the pose until I say, but if you need a break before then it's okay."

A silence filled the air as you didn't reply while he drew whatever it was he was doing. You started to become uncomfortably aware with how your hair felt against you skin or the inconvenient way you'd initially crooked your wrist slightly to the left.

On the other side of the room, Shidou was working quickly to render the lines of your arms while accounting for the delicate curves of your body. His eyes never lingered on one spot too long— entirely methodical as he mapped out your body like an explorer. Minutes passed and Shidou found himself uniquely immersed with his sketch as details compiled. Upon seeing how your arm that has been practically suspended in the air for 5 minute began to tremble, he decided that was long enough.

"Okay that's great! You hold your balance beautifully so I could really capture the tension in your arms from this angle," he professionally complimented as his eyes stayed trained on your face. You allowed your arms to fall back to your sides as you subtly shifted to get the blood flowing again.

"Good good," trying to meet his enthusiastic tone, "will we do another pose like that?"

You were asking to gauge how much these 'warm ups' would last, but also so you could prepare yourself if he were to want you to hold another pose.

"Hm.." eyes drifting towards the clock, "how much time were you booked for again?"

"An hour and thirty minutes," your eyes just followed his to see only 25 minutes had passed since you first stepped into the studio— including the 5 minutes you wasted from being late.

"In that case I'd rather we'd move on to a seated pose," he retorted. He began to stand up while holding his sketch book to his chest with one hand and pencils with the other. Briefly looking back towards you, he continued: "You can put the robe back on if you'd like. I was thinking maybe, for the seated and stretched pose, we could just kill two birds with one stone."

His hand curled around the lip of the chair and dragged it to by the loveseat or couch in the corner of the room. Sporadically placed throughout the studio was various arm chairs, different desks, a plinth, and finally a couch that looked cheap. All of which were clearly utilized in situations like what you found yourself in.

"For a more simpler pose, at least for you, you could stretch across the couch whilst just laying? If you're comfortable with that, of course," he added politely at the end but it seemed like he already made the decision when he sat back down in the chair.

You didn't bother putting the robe back on, but you did bend down and carry it to somewhat shield you until you got to the furniture.

"Yeah, uh, that's fine," came tumbling out of your mouth as you hesitantly sat down.

"Fantastic. Can you just lay out casually? Maybe like Hippolyte Berteaux's painting?"

"What painting?" you asked, then realized you should've just stay quiet instead of making his comparison awkward.

"You know, like.. Sleeping Ariadne?"

"...Mhm!" you hummed. Though from the way he looked into your eyes, you were well aware he could see right through you.

"Basically just relax as best you can so this can be more portraiture," he finally settled on while his sketch book laid idly in his lap.

"Right," confirming his request and just steadily lowering yourself down onto the couch so your head was near the arm of it. Following his 'natural' approach, you folded an arm under your head for comfortability while your other hand was stationary on the fabric by your chest.

Laying on your side, you let the leg not pressed into the cushions bend as to conceal your groin area more and because it provided further tranquillity to have it hiked up as opposed to straight legged. Your face was tilted upwards delicately as your gaze stayed entranced on the table in the far half of the room.

From the new angle Shidou could visibly see how your hip popped upwards more to create a more stark hip to waist ratio; a mountain compared to a hill. Tracing his eyes down your side as his hand freely drew the scene laid out before him.

He noted how your hair fell downwards as gravity took ahold. He saw the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest as you gradually relaxed under his gaze. He noticed the subtle shifts you yourself weren't aware of, but he didn't bring it to your attention because he recognized it would make you overly self conscious about every small, natural movement.

Overall, he focused on utilizing the entire page to fill it with organic lines that captured your essence in a singular stroke. No part of your body was overly emphasized to where it was obvious he'd stared at one section longer than any of the others. Shidou recalled when his class would collectively participate in sketching a nude model and then critique and compliment each others work. More often than not, he found that his peers included a ludicrous amount of detail revolving breast or other genitalia, so it was clear where their 'cornerstone' for attention laid. However, Shidou found that when using models for his work, he never believed adding glandular distractions were beneficial. Artistically, he found nothing inherently sexual about nudism and the beauty of life it could represent.

Your head remained lolled to the side and after maybe 20 minutes you'd finally just closed your eyes.

Upon seeing the 'new' facial contortion, Shidou was quick to erase where he'd originally drawn your eyes staring off into the distance and instead rebuilt it to depict the unavoidably fatigued expression. After a few more deliberate strokes against the paper with his pencil, he spoke up.

"We can take a break now," Shidou announced while setting his sketch book to the side and sighing; bringing his free hands up to drag over his face and erase the eye strain from fixating on the same points for so long.

You slowly brought yourself up from the position and this time did lean down to grab the robe and drape it around you properly. Not liking the quietness, you spoke up: "Is the drawing alright?"

"Definitely. You're doing superb," and his hands fell away from wiping his eyes to look at you. Whenever you typically saw Shidou in the 'wild,' he always seemed to be talking to others loudly or laughing too hard at a joke. Was he being quieter because of the situation, or was he always like this when it's just one on one?

"Thanks. So.. uh.. What's the prompt for your final?"

"There's options to it. The overarching topic does have to do with anatomy, but someone can use skeletal integration, biomorphic metamorphosis, or just a realism style portrait."

"Which will you choose?"

He paused, mulling over options as he glanced away before looking back towards you: "I'm still deciding. I'd.. like to incorporate something about the human existence, but I'm figuring out just how."

Nodding and trying to follow what thought process he may be aiming for, you inquired a bit more: "Human existence as in... every day life? Simple pictures of people going to a grocery store or missing a train?"

"Ehh, well yes that could be it. Though, I'd like to dive more into human nature— if I'm making any sense. Every human exists to leave behind a record of their presence here. It's an act that carves proof of your existence into the world. I'd like to depict some of those actions in my project."

Every word sounded so precise and preplanned that you knew he's being considering his options thoroughly for some time. Eyes matching his, you couldn't help but notice the vacant and subdued personality he displayed earlier was fading as he talked more animatedly about his art. It wasn't the same look as to when someone would tell a joke that had him toppling over as laughter rolled from his mouth in boisterous waves.

You were at a loss for words for a moment whilst trying to contemplate what to even say from his reasoning. "I.. see," you eventually managed out, "so this is just practice for your final sketch? Like you'll work with other models as well, then decide on your plan?"

Humming in thought, his eyes downcast towards the book lying in his lap where the croquis of you laid. Attentively, his hand flipped between the two pages of the recent sketch and the gestural drawing. Ultimately his fingers stilled while staring at his portrayal of you spanned across the loveseat, and a smile pulled at the edges of his lips.

"No, no I don't think so. I'm really liking these pieces," he mumbled before his eyes cut to you, "you wouldn't mind being my muse, right?

Unbeknownst to you, your cheeks changed to the fairest pink as they warmed from his simple question. Despite him having just viewed you completely nude, vulnerable, for well over 40 minutes all together: this seemed like the most intimate moment. Maybe it was how he physically viewed you entirely yet never forced you to become uneasy besides your typical nerves. Or how utterly open he was even when the two of you met just over half a hour ago. Whatever it was, you were drawn to it and wanted to discover the hidden layers.

"As long as you don't do me dirty," you joked back to which his smile widened and the previous tension, or whatever anxiety you felt, dissipated as you talked.

The two of you mentioned few things during the break he gave, but plenty of it was a comfortable silence that was only interrupted once Shidou announced, "Well, we should finish this up before it gets too late."

With that, you returned to situating yourself on the loveseat to the best of your abilities: arm tucked under head, hand laying close to chest, and leg bent at an angle. Once you finished moving around a bit, you asked: "Would you rather I close my eyes or keep them open?"

To which he expeditiously replied, "It'd be better if you closed them."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you rested. No longer did a burning sensation cover your skin when you imagined his eyes focusing on your stomach or chest. The gnawing feeling in your gut departed. You laid motionlessly for another half hour as he honed into retracing any scratchy lines and captivating your expression more now.

Once the two of you finished he said you could open your eyes and the session was done. Slipping the robe back on for the several seconds it took for you to cross the room to the closet, you quickly entered and put your clothes back on whilst placing the robe back on the hook.

When you reemerged from the closet you could see him packing up his sketchbook, pencils, and erasers into a shockingly pink backpack that matched his hair.

"Hey, I've been thinking," he interrupted your thoughts as you looked up at him and saw he was already looking at you, "and I think I will use these sketches to help with my final. Is that chill with you?"

Softly smiling you just nodded rather quickly: "Yeah, I'm cool with that." Afterall, being someone's 'muse' did sound neat; being the main source their inspiration comes from and all although you didn't understand why he cared so much for you in particular.

" 'Kay great! I can also cite that you were the model or would you rather anonymity?"

"Oh uh.." you're more hesitant this time. Whatever Shidou was doing, he'd most certainly being using your muse most as the subject of the piece. The man already had his art hung up in the library once, what if it happened again. The nervous twinge reentering your tone: "Sorry, maybe just.. not my name?

"Got it— you'll just be the mysterious woman. I was wondering if.. maybe we could swap contact info?" he then asked and prayed you wouldn't take it the wrong way, "I just enjoyed working with you, so if you wanted any more gigs I could offer them instead of having to talk with Professor Jinpachi."

So yeah, you did give him your number and he handed you cash before you left to return back to your dorm. Though you didn't hear from him for the next two weeks as you continued with your daily life. You began to think he might've realized he couldn't work the way he wanted with your piece, and you wouldn't have been upset.

At least that's the idea you'd been contemplating until you got a text message from an unsaved number, but you could guess who it was.

"Hey, just wanted tlyk the painting I did of you is included in the art exhibition. (It's towards the front of the library) Your name is strictly confidential like you ordered ✌︎('ω')✌︎"

You read over the sentence a few times while comprehending his art of you is hanging for all of the alumni to see. Additionally, you look at the small emoji he used and how cute it was. Obviously, you hightailed it to the library under the guise of 'I needed to study anyways, so I'll take a quick peak then reserve a room.'

Once you stepped into the library and kept your eyes glued to the entry wall showcasing various paintings all depicting someone in some way. Few used the human body to fade into mountains or veins into rivers, and you also saw just skeletons that reminded you of Van Gogh's.

The one that immediately caught your eye after processing it was the largest painting that covered a large area of the wall. In the middle, which probably drew most in, was a nude woman stretched across a loveseat as her eyes seemed closed in thought. Around the woman was a plethora of items that a person wouldn't catch the first time looking, but as you stared longer you noticed more. There were books strewn around the room as if they circled the woman like vultures. A standing globe resided behind the furniture, but it was partially obscured by the other random objects. A clock on the wall was visible, but read no time. Dolls and other childish toys littered the floor like a toddler had just been in the room playing.

Stepping closer, your eyes fixated on small things you at first believed to be scuffs in the paint. Though you quickly realized it was butterflies he added that were frozen inside the room. Overall, it was a wide clash of objects inhabiting the room while you just laid in the middle of it.

As your eyes focused back on your body that covered maybe 70% of the painting, you noticed how the entire color scheme was based around you. Your skin tone, hair color, the hue of your lips and cheeks, and even your eye color despite that being a secret detail only you and him would realize, for your eyes weren't even painted open.

When another group of students walked into the library and also stopped to admire the new art, you swiftly turned away and retreated back to the various study rooms the library offered. As you got inside and placed your stuff down, you quickly opened your phone to text something back.

"Just saw the piece and it looks amazing!!! Thank you so much for letting me be apart of it :)"

Then set your phone back down on the table while grabbing your laptop out of the bag so you could begin. Another ding just rang out in the room so you scrambled to turn your phone on silent, but to also see what the notification was.

"Glad you liked it! If you don't mind, over the summer I'll be doing a program and was wondering if you'd be interested in modeling for that too? It can be one on one like last time. No worry if you're going back home or something :p"

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𑣲║ ¡Loud Bf Shidou! x ¡Quiet & Shy Gf Reader!

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Warnings: kissing/making out, suggestive language, implied sexual behavior

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¡Loud Bf Shidou! who has absolutely no consideration for time and place. He also didn't really care about the idea of embarrassing himself.

"Baby, embarrassment is a social construct," he'd always tell you before proceeding to do something that would've put you into a coma.

You truly didn't understand how the man didn't have any issue with walking up to a stranger and striking up a conversation. He was the type of guy to randomly intercept into others conversations and not try to hide the fact that he was somewhat eavesdropping.

One day the both of you were going to do a simple walk through the park, but he had different ideas once you returned with each of your individual ice cream cones. You simply walked away for less than 10 minutes while going to the bathroom then hitting up an ice cream truck that was parked near a basketball court.

As you approached Shidou, you could tell he was in thought by the way he was staring off into the distance. At first you were going to question what it was he was thinking about, but upon walking closer you quickly overheard two guys conversation that were standing maybe 10 feet away.

"Dude you're not thinking. A therizionsaurus is the coolest dinosaur shown in Jurassic World: Dominion. The thing is a fucking beast with a meter long claws," one guy who rocked a voluminous undercut with a pompadour complained without clarification as you tried to piece together what was being said. All you could really focus on was the man's skinny jeans and random graphic tee though. Shidou didn't say anything as you got closer, so you knew he'd probably been following the conversation for a while.

"Hell no. A mosasaurus or the quetzalcoatlus is the coolest dinosaurs in Jurassic World Dominion and Jurassic World Rebirth. A therizionsaurus looks like its descendants are just chickens— not intimidating," sided the other man who you realized look disturbingly similar to Howard from The Big Bang Theory.

Right as you began to reach Shidou, he was pushing himself off the bench he'd been sitting on and making his way towards the two men. You opened your mouth to stop him and mutter a "get back here right now," but he was too far gone so you just sat down.

"Nah, I feel like the velociraptor in Jurassic Park is the best. The scene where it ate those people? Cinematic gold," Shidou announced as he causally dropped into the conversation. The two men paused at the added one, glancing over and the at one another as if to ask if the other one knew this pink haired guy.

Both of the other geeks went silent once Shidou joined the conversation, but of course that didn't deter your man. "Yo, am I muted or what?" he joked while just staring down at the two guys.

"Uh.. well.. no— that's definitely not the best dinosaur," one guy finally spoke up.

Immediately, the other one followed: "Yeah, it's really scientifically inaccurate. I mean the movie doesn't even include its feathers when fossil records strongly suggest they were covered in them"

"Well it's opinions based," reasoned your boyfriend who was relentless in his pursuit of proving his beloved velociraptor was the correct choice. "I mean we're talking about Jurassic Park, how accurate is it that they rebuilt dinosaurs from a DNA sequence?"

The man who had a strikingly similar features to Brendon Urie speaks up, "Sure but we're specifically focusing on dinosaurs, not logistics"

"But you just gave a logistic to disagree with my dinosaur."

"Uh-.. well-.. um—"

"How are you going to say—" he started up again, but you were quick to try and interrupt him; purely due to taking pity on the other two men who were unknowingly about to engage in a long heated discussion with your boyfriend about dinosaurs.

"Shidou," you called out while staring directly at his side profile. You were still maybe 10 feet away, but it's clear you were trying to get his attention. However, silence just followed your comment as the two other men look over, but Shidou doesn't dare.

"... anyways, like I was saying—" he starts to talk again and entirely ignore your interception. Of course, you knew it was because you didn't call him the nickname he'd recently been on insisting.

With an annoyed sigh, you interrupted his sentence again, "Ryu"

Finally, he pretends like it's the first time he's heard your voice and instantly perks his head up to look at you. A wide grin is then displayed across his features as he excitedly ditches the conversation he crashed and immediately walks towards you: "My sweetie pie! Aw you're back. I'm so glad my girlfriend is back!" he speaks loudly, for he wants the two other men to see his girl and— well you don't even know what the hell he was hoping for.

"Yeah, I've got our ice cream," you mumbled while he's already by your side and throwing an arm around your shoulders while his other hand is plucking his cone out of your grip.

"Perfect, let's go find shade. This spot has a weird..." he pauses and throws a glance towards the two men who were still looking at him, but then looked away once they were caught, "weird smell."

You couldn't smell a damn thing but you understood your boyfriend's antics, and how pissy he could get when someone disagreed with his velociraptor argument. Trust, you went through the same disagreement after you 'wrongfully' claimed a dilophosaurus was the coolest— to which he promptly made fun of the name for sounding like 'dildo.'

You just let him navigate you towards a bench in the shady part of the park as you gave a few licks to the ice cream.

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who never even thought to be shy about loving all over you in public.

You two were waiting in line for something? His hand was around your waist and his head leaned on your shoulder so he could watch whatever reel you had playing.

You got a new drink he hadn't tried? He was quick to swipe it and drink after you. Then he'd either complain about liking the other one more, or just keep sipping on your drink till it's half gone.

You were in a clothing store and needed to try something on? Best believe he was trying to follow you into the room and would whine when you pushed him out and said, "The stores policy is only one person per room."

You were literally trying to do anything in front of him— like ordering at a counter, looking through clothes on a rack, or picking what snacks you wanted off of a shelf— and his hands would act like magnets and latch onto your hips. God it was even worse when he'd lean down to pepper kisses to the back of your neck and you'd have to squirm out of his hold while you felt his muffled giggles against your nape.

Needless to say Shidou didn't care much about who saw him loving on you, and you also slowly adapting to his mindset. Previously, you were too shy to even hold his hand because you knew some people hated PDA. Though, through exposure therapy, he slowly had you 'coming out of your shell:' how he phrased it.

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who for the longest time he didn't understand why people were so shy. In his mind, nothing lasts forever so why would he waste time worrying about what others might think? To him, it seemed illogical to let what others may or may not be thinking decide whether or not he'd do something he wanted to do.

Hell, he'd go as far as to say he was annoyed with others who were overly self conscious.

However, that all changed when he met you and the two of you started dating, so he realized there was levels to this shit. He'd see you stress over things he thought were simple, but instead of annoyance he had more sympathy. Secretly, because he doesn't want you to think he's some sadist, he also thought it was somewhat cute how worked up you could get.

Before ordering something, you'd make sure you could say whatever it was 10x and even whisper it under your breath just to make sure.

If someone complimented you on the street then you'd freeze up and just manage out a 'thank you!' but then complain to him about how you wanted to compliment the strangers hair.

Obviously, Shidou was learning. If you were nervous about something you had to say or do, he didn't brush off your concerns with a 'why does it matter so much?' Instead he'd sit and listen, then slowly try to coax you into realizing it's just a small bit of your day and everything would be alright afterwards.

If you went on to then complain that his words aren't helpful because 'your mind just doesn't work like that,' then he'd just hum and think up a new strategy. Typically, it involved him doing something stupid just so you'd laugh and your mind was off it for a while.

Though when you were really anxious about something and simple laughs wouldn't make it go away, he adapted to other methods. You'd tell him whatever situation you didn't want to happen, and he'd just give an approximation on what the likelihood of it is.

"It's just this teacher always calls on students. I swear he thinks it's funny to watch someone be miserable," you explain while sitting on the grassy field. Shidou had just gotten done with football practice, and you of course waited for it to be over so you two could hang.

He sat beside you and just watched your hands as you fiddled with a blade of grass, it would break, then you'd just pluck another off the land.

"Well how many people are even in your class?" he asked as you tied the blade into a knot.

"Mh.. probably.. like.. 25?"

"Okay, so you have a 4% chance of being called on— that's alright odds. And plus, even if you do get called on then it's like.. 10 seconds, then you're done. If everyone else is just as nervous then they probably won't even pay attention to what you say."

You were quiet for a moment. Sure his words did help but they wouldn't stop all your thoughts from rushing. Still you sat motionless and just let the piece of grass fall from your fingertips as you looked over at him.

"I mean I guess so," you mumbled.

"You guess? Babe don't doubt my wisdom. Now come on, let's start walking so we can grab something to eat before that one store closes," he insisted while standing up and then grabbing your hands to quickly pull you up as well.

He knew he couldn't make all of your anxiety go away, but he was trying to learn how to at least lessen it.

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who knew it was going to be hard on the both of you when he went to Blue Lock's training facility. He'd spend practically every day with you and when he couldn't, he'd constantly be texting you. So for the two of you now having to basically go into forced no contact? Yeah, it was difficult.

You didn't complain about it because you knew your boyfriend was excited, but he sure as hell complained. Sometimes he'd get sanctioned phone calls because he supposedly scored 5 goals in a match, but even then it was far too little.

Whenever he did get a phone call, he was swift to talk as soon as he heard the receiver pick up: "Hi baby I love love love you and miss you so much!" he'd say in that silly high pitched baby voice while literally laying on his stomach in his bed.

He never told you whenever you both called he was always in a room for at least three other guys, but you could assume because sometimes his line would be muffled and you'd hear him snap 'shut up' to someone else.

That 'someone else' typically being Rin Itoshi because he always told Shidou to have enough courtesy to leave the room when he was talking to some girl. Of course that line would just lead to an argument, then almost a fight because Shidou did not play around with people telling him what to do in his relationship. Even if Rin did have a bit of a point— it's not like the other roommates, Otoya and Karasu, were that chill with having to listen to Shidou act like he was speaking to a puppy.

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who was practically kicking down your door to get to you once he was let out of Blue Lock for a few days. The man didn't even go home first and instead marched straight to your house.

When you did open the door, excited to see him and wearing a new outfit you bought since you guessed the two of you would go on a long awaited date, you were utterly shocked for him to be lunging at you.

Once your door swings open, he didn't wait for any words before an arm was slung around your waist and his lips were on yours. His free hand cradled your face as he walked you backwards into your house and out of the doorway; the door just slowly closing itself. He only stopped after gently pushing you backwards until your back met the wall.

The kiss was hot and messy as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and practically licked at every crevice. He sucked on your tongue too as his hand on your hip gripped and massaged the skin. Slightly light headed, you finally felt him pull back just a tad so he could stare at you.

"Ugh I've missed you. Would've tried to sneak you in if I thought some of those guys wouldn't have been a cockblock," he muttered against your lips before giving a light kiss and pulling away to lean his forehead against yours.

You couldn't help but smile at how needy your boyfriend sounded as he had you pinned against the wall. His hand dropped from holding your cheek and jaw to instead trace up and down your sides. Deliberately tracing his fingertips over the sides of your breast before slowly dragging them back down.

"I missed you too," you quietly confessed.

"Yeah? You missed me so so so much?"

"Yeah, I missed you so so so so much," and you leaned up to place a kiss on his lips once more. He let you begin kissing him again, but he forced himself to not get carried away this time. It was softer and more longing as his lips moved rhythmically against yours while his senses focused on how you tasted, how you feel under his hands, and how you smell like the familiar perfume.

Finally, the kiss was broken by you as you pulled away and gasped when he was suddenly bending down more to loop his arms under your thighs and pull you up. He easily hauls you up with both of his hands planted firmly on your ass as he walks the familiar route to your room.

"Ryu!" you laughed, "I thought we were going out on a date first!"

"Hun you really thought I was gonna come back to you and not want to see all of you immediately? Couldn't even beat the meat in there."

"Oh my god TMI," you said while trying to stifle a laugh at how genuinely sincere he looked at you while delivering one of the most lewd lines you've heard in awhile.

"Can't help it baby. I'm all pent up for you," and he just pushes the door to your room open with a foot. Of course, from how his hard on shamelessly pushed against his sweats and into your core, you could tell he meant every word.

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who wasn't always loud like people thought he was. Most people around him would swear they've never seen him quiet and visibly paused in thought; however, you'd seen in plenty of times.

Early into the two of you dating, he'd asked to take you to a local art gallery because he was interested in one of the shows they had going on for the month. Stupidly, you giggled when he asked because you truly thought he was joking. Yet when you saw the look in his eyes, as if he was suddenly hit with a pang of disappointment, you quickly improvised on saying you heard about the exhibit from a friend earlier and it was so crazy Shidou would bring it up the same day! Sometimes lying shouldn't be frowned upon.

When you stood next to him as he just stared at a specific sculpture for seconds, then a minute— you understood he had been genuine. A wave of guilt rushed over and submerged you from remembering how he paused for a moment after you laughed and got that look in his eyes, but rapidly recovered to fired off something silly about being 'intergalactically connected' with everyone that those coincidences happened. From that moment on you learned not to laugh at everything Shidou was saying because plenty of times, he was truly testing the waters for something else.

Like when he heard A Clockwork Orange was playing at some movie theatre and he subtly slipped that into a conversation when the two of you were discussing date options. Many people would've rolled his eyes at his suggestion— you mean really, the guy who seemed to not be able to stay still and quiet for 5 minutes watching a long psychological movie? Seemed absurd. However, you swiftly agreed.

He was ecstatic to watch the movie with you and even snuck in various candy bars for the two of you under his club jacket. All throughout the previews he talked and shared his opinions on what ads looked stupid and which ones seemed like some money grab. "Why the hell would I need a complementary drink carrier when I have two hands myself?" he'd question while watching some appliance be advertised for the theatre. A few people even looked over when he loudly laughed at a joke told in another movies trailer.

Yet when the movie did start? He was silent. A few times you glanced over, but you just saw him staring at the screen with unwavering attention.

Once the movie ended, you two were leaving and he was rambling all about different metaphors he caught and how amazing the theme of conformity due to the state vs free will was.

He was also already going on about the other movies you needed to watch— Fight Club, Whiplash, and Project Hail Mary being a few you remembered him rapidly listing off.

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who is the biggest hype man in existence.

Like, he's always gushing over you as if he isn't the least bit worried you'll get a big head. He was never afraid nor ashamed to compliment you several times in the span of 10 minutes simply because he liked how your hair was or how you painted your nails.

For example, Shidou sat on the edge of your bed and just waited for you to come out of the bathroom so he could see your full outfit. Never mind the two of you had a dinner reservation in 30 minutes and you could easily be late— he wouldn't rush the princess.

Though once you finally stepped out of the bathroom in that new dress you hesitantly bought a few weeks ago and have been putting off wearing, he freezes. He's staring, ogling, at you with widened eyes for a good 10 seconds before he's standing up with a smirk.

"Baby that looks perfecttt on you. Come on, give me a spin," he says while taking your hand and holding it up so you can do a twirl.

Your cheeks reddened and you oblige to do a tiny spin. When you face him again, you see him trying to look around your side back to your ass. You gasp, as if offended when both of you just know it's only fueling your ego, "Hey! And here I thought you were just being sweet."

"I can't help it! Your booty just looks so scrumptious— do another spin and pause at the 180 mark."

"God, I'm not doing anything if you phrase it like that," you stated while pulling your hand away from his, but he was quick to try and recover by sliding his hands to your hips.

"No no," he whined, "please, you look so hot I'm literally aching— and i don't just mean my heart."

"You mutt— get off! Acting like I'm throwing you a damn bone."

"If I get down on all fours and bark, will you?"

You scoff and roll your eyes at Shidous absurd suggestion; though you really couldn't bring yourself to be annoyed. You just do a small, unenthusiastic spin that has his eyes darting everywhere— specifically the hem of the dress that lifted up just slightly.

"Oh I'd so eat you out— Ow! Up! I meant up!" Shidou changed his wording as soon as you smacked him with pillow that had conveniently fell to the ground when he first got off the bed. He just held out a hand in front of him whilst attempting to dodge your pillow attacks.

"Shut up! Can you not be horny for a second!"

"Not if I'm in a room with you— hey, watch the face!"

¡Loud Bf Shidou! who people didn't understand was able to date such a quiet girl. Sure maybe 'opposites attract,' but they thought your relationship couldn't be applied to that statement.

Whenever other people would see the two of you out in public, they'd rudely gossip amongst themselves even though they didn't personally know either of you.

"Has she even gotten a word in this whole time? Jeez, men only talk about themselves."

"How the hell can he even be with her? It must be like trying to keep a conversation going with a wall."

"Do you think they're actually together and he's not just bugging her? Maybe we should go over and act like her friend incase she needs a way out..."

Yeah— that last thing actually happened when two women believed Shidou was some persistent guy who wouldn't take no for an answer. Politely, you explained he is actually your boyfriend and everything was alright. Props on them for watching out for others though!

Overall people thought the two of you were a bit of an odd pair. Yet you, Shidou included, couldn't help but feel like you two complimented each other more than anything. Where he was loud and erratic, you were calm and quiet. When he was quick to judge and pounce on a situation, you observed it and considered all possible outcomes. He didn't mind arguing with someone or saying something if they wronged you in any way; whereas you would've begrudgingly let it go and have it fester in your mind for days.

Though that didn't mean the two of you were confined to whatever 'roles' people thought you guys had. In private, he could be quiet and composed. Sometimes you'd randomly get in the mood to ramble about things that interested you, like a show you'd been watching, and he just sat quietly and stared.

In truth, he loved when you went through these short burst of energy and sudden need to get everything out. He'd add attentive hums and nods as you passionately discussed whatever topic it was. It wasn't often you would talk for 30 minutes to a hour without much of his own commentary, but when it happened he was sure to savor it.

Shidou truly didn't know what god or goddess blessed him when you timidly walked into his life, but he was going to make sure you weren't going to randomly walk back out.

Blue Lock Fics

𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓊

ᥫ᭡ = smut / suggestive

♡ = fluff

Sae Itoshi

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ short series

♡ ¡Best Friend Sae! x ¡Reader! Pt. 1

ᥫ᭡ ¡Best Friend Sae! x ¡Reader! Pt. 2

Michael Kaiser

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ short stories/multiple parts

♡ Rebirth

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ oneshot

♡ ¡Foreign Athlete Kaiser! x ¡Barista Reader!

Shidou Ryusei

╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ oneshot

ᥫ᭡ ¡Loud Boyfriend Shidou! x ¡Quiet & Shy Girlfriend Reader!

♡ To Be an Artist's Muse

𑣲║ ¡Best Friend Sae! x ¡Reader!

𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓊

Part One ↠ Part Two

Word Count: 4.7 K

fluff & a bit of angst

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Now Sae Itoshi may be the kinda guy to say 'I told you so' when someone goes against his plan in football and fails, but he certainly wasn't that guy when it came to you. Sure, he unintentionally was condescending and patronizing in ways he had tried to explain to you that your boyfriend was a piece of shit. He really didn't try to be like that.

Though truly, he wonders how you couldn't see what he saw. Sae knew you since you both were in elementary school— being next door neighbors and all. He constantly saw how boys would glance at you longingly. Then of course they'd get a glimpse of Sae's glare and scamper away. So if he could notice all these boys throughout your shared schooling years noticing you: why on Earth couldn't you?

He'd hear you mope about how all your other friends were getting boyfriends yet you had no luck. God, he wanted to roll his eyes at your tangents. Though, you luckily never stayed on one topic long and would quickly just divert into convincing him to read whatever anime you recently picked up.

"No I swear this one is good!" you'd vehemently defend as he's just staring at you with his typical dead panned expression.

"Last time you said that, we watched a whole show where they wiggled their asses multiple times"

"Don't phrase it like that! Studio Bones is just weird with animating in some clips. Bungo Stray Dogs is peak"

"Can you even explain the plot line?" he questioned while staring— unimpressed. You opened your mouth, paused for a moment, then closed it with a 'hmph,' and finally turned away. Needless to say, the two of you just watched whatever dumb football player he liked.

Sae wasn't exactly sure when you entered his life, but his earliest memory was when you attended his football game. You sat beside Rin and watched as Sae dribbled up and down the field. Though when Rin eventually crashed the game by intercepting a pass himself, you didn't even realize he escaped from by your side, you couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Sae defend Rin from his teammates calling the younger boy a "runt" triggered something in your little mind that made you decide Sae Itoshi would be your friend from that day on.

You held that decision close to your heart all throughout primary school, but it was challenged when you and Sae were 13.

You knew his dream was to play football for the world to see, so you never complained about having to sit at his practice after school for 2 hours, usually 3 because he'd stay longer, just waiting for him to walk you home. Though now, you two faced a bigger obstacle.

Sae was offered a spot for a program in Spain, and from the moment he told you, you knew you didn't have to question if he'd do it. You weren't waiting 3 hours for him anymore, you were waiting days just for a text back. Again, you didn't complain because you knew he was chasing something bigger than maintaining a friendship with a childhood friend. It wasn't sudden or messy, but the two of you slowly drifted more apart. There were still calls and texts; just checking up and not compromising the entire relationship, but it was different.

Sae was relatively out of touch with what was happening in your life, but he naively thought everything would be the same once he got back.

So, when he texted you right before he got on the plane, he expected to land with you waiting at the airport. After touching down and finally turning his phone back on, he paused while reading your text.

"hey sorry but i can't meet you tn! let's meet up tomorrow. so so excited to hear about spain :)"

Let's just say you didn't hear much about Spain. When the two of you met up at the park in your neighborhood, your idea for nostalgias sake, it was awkward.

You couldn't remember if he truly didn't talk that much in general, or if he's changed that much. Sure, he told you a bit about Spain after practically interrogating him on if he saw the Royal Palace, what the food was like, how fluent he is in Spanish, and other random thoughts you blurted out. It did feel like you were practically forcing him to answer everything; as if he was pained from your 20 questions.

Meanwhile, Sae is just staring at you and trying to process how much the girl who knew matured. He wasn't ogling once so ever, just observing like he did whenever he was on the field. You still had the girlish grin and familiar eyes, but it was noticeably different.

Sae nor you were technically uncomfortable by the changes each of you displayed, but it did take some time getting used to. Like reuniting with cousins during a family reunion and the first 30 minutes are compiled with nervous 'so how are things?' or 'you're still at that same school, right?' Though after about a hour, everything clicks back into perspective and you're talking as if no time has passed.

Eventually Sae is questioning about your life just to reciprocate the same curiosity. You update him on whatever people you both knew from middle school. The people who have gotten suspended, the rare pair relationships, and unexpected people you're now friends with.

However the most noticeable thing he catches onto is when you mention a boyfriend.

"Hm? Boyfriend?" he causally repeats what you said after you subtly slid in how your friends, and boyfriend, got tickets to some concert.

"Oh yeah! I didn't tell you? Shucks, well we've been dating for almost a year now!"

Sae just nods absentmindedly while considering what the hell this feeling he is experiencing is. It's not jealousy, for he truly had no reason to be jealous. You two were friends and it's not like you 'replaced' him; no, that'd be childish to even insinuate.

It had been nearly 5 years since Sae left for Spain and both of you were 18 now. He'd have to be crazy to think you haven't gotten a boyfriend by now. Sae just pushed it away and offered a hum, then asked who the artist at the concert was to divert the conversation.

Yet that boyfriend just kept coming up and up again. Sae and you began to spend more time together like the both of you once did before he left. In the first several months of Sae returning, he couldn't count on all his hands and toes how many times your boyfriend got pissy about Sae being with you.

Sae met the guy quickly after he got back and yeah, he wasn't impressed. He didn't say anything, but you clearly were settling way below your league— in his humble opinion. Sae could just read the guys body language and tell he was uncomfortable around him. At the same time, who wouldn't be?

The guys girlfriend has a childhood friend who just so happens to be a training professional athlete that came back from overseas and instantly is buddy buddy with her? Not to mention how Sae is naturally intimidating with a tall build and stare that makes even professional football players hesitate.

Hell you boyfriend even privately told you he doesn't much like Sae; to which you rapidly defended the man and even got upset. After that, you unwisely chose to go to Sae and subtly slip what your boyfriend said into conversation in hopes that Sae would lift that intimidating persona, but he double downed more than anything.

"What?" he replied while staring at you after he stopped mixing the cookie batter. You invited him over to just make some sweets despite him claiming he was on a diet for football. If he didn't eat the sweets, you sure would.

"Yeah, he thinks you're trying to be off putting"

"He said 'off putting?'"

"Don't shoot the messenger. Just uh.. maybe lighten up with him. I want you two to get along"

"I'm doing just fine getting along. Sounds like he's just sensitive," Sae muttered nonchalantly while going back to stirring the mixture.

You roll your eyes and sigh; stopping gathering the cookie cut outs you wanted to use. You just strolled over to Sae's side and looked at the batter, taking a small bit that was towards the top of the bowl, and then looking up at him. Your hip leaned against the counter top as you nibbled off a bit of the chocolate cookie mixture from your index finger.

"I'm being real, Sae. Pretty please with extra sprinkles on top? At least try your best to cut out the awkward glares."

He glances over and freezes for a second when he realizes how close you were to him. His eyes trace over the small pout gracing your features and focus on your lower lip. Swiftly snapping out of it, he scoffs and looks back down to the cookie dough.

"Whatever. Guess since his mom is getting onto me," he snarks.

"Aw remember to play nice sweetie," you joke and place a teasing kiss on his cheek before swiping some more cookie dough and returning to sorting through the cut outs. Sae just keeps staring at the dough before you reprimand him for potentially over mixing it.

So Sae obviously wasn't a fan of your boyfriend to begin with. He wasn't thrilled with the information although he still couldn't place his finger on what made him so irritated about it. Sometimes he'd ask if you wanted to meet after a practice, like you use to, but you'd just text back that you're on a date. Even worse was when the both of you had plans, but you cancelled because something came up with your boyfriend.

Sae never really said much when people cancelled plans cause typically he couldn't care less if he did or didn't have to go, but this was annoying. You two could literally be walking along the sea shore while you rambled about something, but then you'd get a call and suddenly have to go sooner than expected.

He kept those thoughts inside for the most part; well he did until you were cancelling your plans again. You were over at his house and just laying on his bed, but you got up after getting a text. You both were planning to walk to the local convenience store after Sae finished the required schoolwork he had to do on his own time since he focused on football so much.

"Shoot, I've gotta go. He wants to catch some movie," you explained while crawling off his bed so you could leave.

"Why is it so difficult for you two to plan things ahead of time?" he said, irritation clearly seeping into his tone that you easily picked up.

"Ehh he's just like.. more type B personality, you know?"

"Sounds like some lazy ass excuse. If you commit to something then you should follow through," he argued while trying to keep his tone even, though it was hard. Meanwhile you were taken aback by his frustration.

"What? Are you mad I'm leaving?"

"I'm just saying you always do this. It's just rude and I feel like you should've outgrew this 'habit.'"

You stare at his back as he still won't lift his head to look over at you. You just stare at the pink ball of hair bent downwards as he reads whatever worksheet he had.

"And I feel like you're overreacting. He's my boyfriend, of course I'm going to spend whatever time I can with him," you retort and finally see him lift his head as he sets the pencil down and turns towards you in the desk chair.

"Then why even make plans with other people? I don't care, just go. God knows he'd throw a fit over you being late."

With an annoyed scoff, you just turn and retreat out of his room without a word.

Following the next few days after the 'argument,' it's been radio silence. Sae didn't feel like texting nor calling you since you couldn't seem to admit your constant cancelation was rude. You didn't feel like texting nor calling purely because of your stubborn nature. Slowly, this died out after you casually texted and he responded without bringing up the previous ignoring each other phenomenon. Without discussing what happened, it slowly faded away despite it lingering in the back of both of your minds.

Eventually, the both of you are on a regular schedule of hanging out and now sit on that curb outside the convenience store with ice creams in hand. Again, Sae is subjugated to hearing about your damn boyfriend despite his clear avoidance of the topic.

"I don't know.. I just feels like he cancels on us," the irony clearly missed while you complain about your boyfriends lack of consistency as Sae just tried to tune out your words while staring at a few cars passing. "I mean we were literally supposed to have our anniversary dinner tonight but some game he wanted to watch came up."

Sae didn't say anything despite you deliberately pausing for him to intercept. After a moment of silence, you just picked up the one sided conversation: "I just feel like he's trying to do it on purpose. Don't you? I mean he's just doing it so often."

Again, silence followed your break in the sentence. Finally you turn to face him and see he hasn't even been looking at you. His ice cream is nearly all melted and slipping down his fingers to create a sticky mess.

"Sae? Are you listening?"

With a sigh, he finally glanced over and deadpanned, "What's the point of talking about this? He's an asshole, you know it, you stay with him. What do you want me to say?"

His eyes look vacant as he just tells you what's been on his mind this whole time. Of course, pain flickers like a flame in your chest from his harsh delivery.

"No need to be so rude."

"Well it's the same damn thing. Sorry I don't want to listen to you complain when I know you'll forget about it if he called you and asked to hang out right now."

"Are you saying I don't have self respect or some shit?" you fired back.

"I don't know, do you?"

"Go fuck yourself," you snapped and instantly began to stand while tossing the ice cream into the trash a few feet away. You didn't bother looking at the stick for your lucky fortune like you used to insist on when you were younger.

Sae watches you for a moment, then began to stand himself and also threw the ice cream away. He knew he was being blunt, but he really didn't think you'd get that upset.

"I didn't mean to make you upset," he clarified while beginning to walk over to you. Though, you were quick to spin around and jab a finger into his chest.

"You've been mean about him ever since you came back and I'm sick of it. Don't talk to me until you've sorted through whatever it is you've got going on."

He watches you turn on your heel and begin to walk in the direction of your house. He pauses and debates on walking after you— either to try and salvage this or just walk back to his house as well since you both were neighbors. He just decides to let you walk and instead hangs around the convenience store so your wish would be followed.

Once again, the two of you were in a stand still as the days of ignoring each other went to a week, then a week and a half. Sae was reluctant to back down because he truly just stated what you needed to hear. Meanwhile you ignored him because your feelings were still hurt.

Sure your boyfriend might not care enough to make actual plans, nor actually follow through with them. Maybe he complains about your friends, specifically Sae, and talks crap to the point where you have to defend them. And maybe your friends threw out comments on what could he possibly be so busy with, insinuating another woman, but you struck them down and even got pissy. Perhaps a few of your friends pointed out how irrationally upset he got at times and snapped at you, but it wasn't that bad? Besides, you always reminded yourself they didn't know him like you did.

You pushed what Sae said to the back of your mind and just kept seeing your boyfriend. You slowly began to feel that same longing you did when Sae first left to go to Spain, but you felt silly for feeling it once again. Sae had been hours away via airplane, now he wasn't even a three minute walk and it was too hard for you to make the journey. A sense of hopelessness invaded you whenever you even thought about walking over and calling.

What could you even say? He was reasonable with not wanting to hear you complain about your relationship all the time. Annoyingly, you felt like that picture of spongebob with loose handcuffs on his thin wrist.

Sae on the other hand had a pit of guilt settle deep within his chest that seemed unbudging. God it even began to affect his playing skills. He was trying to make a simple pass he wouldn't have even thought twice about when he was 15, but he just couldn't nail it like normal.

"Hey man, you kinda suck today. What's your deal? Lady troubles?" he heard his teammate question while walking over. Sae was having to play with the, in his opinion, idiotic half baked U-20's team while in Japan. The man approaching him would be the equally idiotic, half baked captain: Oliver Aiku.

Now Sae knew Aiku was teasing about him about having a 'lady problem,' but the wording stuck in his head. Sure he wondered if he should consult someone on this, but there wasn't really anyone. He sure as hell wasn't going to ask the man he overheard talk about 3 different women in the span of a week.

"Shut up. The rotation on the ball is just off," he uses as an excuse and turns to repeat the drill again.

It wasn't until one random night while Sae is laying on his bed, trying to get some sleep because he had early morning practice, that he heard his phone going off. Instantly, he knew it was you because he had all other people silenced.

"Sae can-.. can you please l-let me in," he hears your wobbly voice on the other end of the phone and rapidly realizes you're crying. 'Let you in,' you mean you were already at his house?

"Yes, I'm walking right now," he replies without question and is swiftly getting out of bed and walking quicker out of his room than he does even when he's late to practice. You already hung up the phone at his confirmation.

When the front door opens, quietly since Sae was living at home for the time being and didn't want to wake up his parents, he's met with a pitiful sight of you.

"What.. happened?" he whispered to you quietly while stepping aside so you could walk in. You gave a subtle shake of your head and just kept walking to his room. You didn't want to talk in the foyer because you weren't sure how well you could control your voice. He's on your heels while he follows behind you and just has to listen to your muffled sniffles through your hand.

As soon as you both step foot into his room, he's closing the door and reiterating: "what happened?"

"He's b-been cheating on me," you finally managed to mutter out as you sit down on his bed. Sae's room was dark, but he just walked to the desk and turned on that lamp so he could see you. Once he did, he felt his heart seize at your state. Since you two were kids, Sae only saw you cry a hand full of times.

You cried when you fell over and scrapped your knee, but you had only been 6 so it was somewhat understandable. Still, dealing with Rin and all, Sae was well trained and had immediately gone to your side and tried to coax you into calming down.

You cried when you spilled water all over yourself in middle school and some kid started a rumor you peed yourself. You always were the type of person who would cry once you were embarrassed. So, Sae quickly shot down anyone who tried discussing that fake rumor and instead, he made his own rumor. Sae told all of the other 12 year olds that he had witnessed the other boy fall up the stairs and immediately start crying until a teacher came to help. Sure, it was hardly believable nor remarkably embarrassing, but the other 12 year olds ran with it.

Then, there was the time you cried when he left. This was the most painful because it was him making you cry. You couldn't follow him all the way to the airport, so you had to say goodbye on the train platform. He still remembered the tears in your eyes while you reassured him you were just so happy he was getting opportunities he wanted. Though, from how tight you gripped him in a hug, he knew that wasn't entirely true.

Now, as he slowly sat down beside you on the edge of his bed and watched how your chest rose and fell unevenly, tears streaming down your pink cheeks, and lip trembling: he felt useless.

How dare that asshole cheat on you. He had gotten the sweetest girl he probably ever met, and discarded her like she was trash.

"Oh," is all Sae could mumble for a second as his widened eyes rushed over your features and tried to find a way to calm you. "He-.. he doesn't deserve you. You were always too good for him," you hear him say as the Sae Itoshi managed to stutter in a sentence.

"I-I just don't get why he'd do i-it. What did I lack that h-he had to find else where"

"Hey, don't think like that," he quickly stated while doing whatever comforting move he could think of: wrapping an arm gently around your shoulders to bring you into his side. "He's an idiot— absolutely brain dead. Don't try and find a reason for his dumbass choices."

You just let your head fall on Sae's shoulder as his hand softly strokes up and down your shoulder to bicep.

"That doesn't make me feel better. T-the first guy that likes me, and he just ditches me like it's nothing," you said while trying not to work yourself up again into sobbing. You already felt tired from the waterworks you'd be doing earlier tonight. After a while, you had finally broken down and told yourself you'd walk over, but if he didn't answer the phone then you'd leave. Of course, he answered.

"He's not the first guy that's liked you. I promise you— you know I wouldn't lie."

"M-maybe but t-that doesn't change that he was my first boyfriend," you began, originally planning on saying something else but a sob broke out so you just quietly gave up. Sae tenses at the sob as he realizes he's not calming you down enough.

"Hey, it's okay. He doesn't have to be important even if—"

"But he is important!" you cried as your shoulders trembled. "He is important. He- what if he-.. is the only guy that-.." again, your words trail off.

Sae is split with what to do. On one hand, he wants to remind you that you're still young and you'll find somebody. On the other, he could also remind you a man shouldn't be your central focus in life. Though, hearing another hiccup from you as tears cascaded down your pretty face, he decides against trying to lecture you.

"He won't be the only guy," Sae insists in a slightly more desperate tone, or at least as desperate as he has ever sounded. He's trying to snake a hand to gently guide your face to look at him so he could make sure you're listening. Your eyes finally lock and he just sees the pitiful tears in your red, swollen eyes from crying. Sae had made you cry once over something he really couldn't even help and the guilt practically tore him apart. Now, this random man was making you sob and the guy didn't even care? It disgusts Sae.

"But h-he could be the—"

Without thinking, Sae leaned down and pecked a sweet, soft kiss against your lips. He didn't try to do too much; just letting his lips linger for a moment. When he pulled away, he saw you reopen your eyes once the kiss was over and your sobbing subsided. You looked shocked, but you still leaned against his body and stared into his eyes.

"There's other guys out there.. Don't let him get to you, please," and he's wiping a damp strand of hair off of your cheek with his thumb while he doesn't break eye contact. Sae didn't want to be overbearing or seem like he's suddenly springing his own emotions on you, but he truly knew no other way to communicate. He's never been one for talking about how he feels nor verbally comforting another, and you know that.

You stared for a moment longer into his teal eyes as you focused on his long lashes, smooth skin, usually sharp eyes that instead looked softer, and you practically melted. You learn forward and he already knows what you want as your lips meet again in a slow, rhythmic pattern. After only a few seconds, the both of you pull away as to not increase the intensity of the gentle kiss.

"O-okay," you whispered with a nod despite the two of you not having said anything for a minute or two. He's then just adjusting himself on the edge while navigating you to lay down comfortably on his pillow.

You land on your side as no more words are exchanged about the kiss nor what it meant. He leaned over and flicked the desk light lamp out before lying next to you. The only light in the room was the moons that shined through the crack between his curtains. Still, as his eyes adapted to the darkness he could see your silhouette perfectly.

"I wanna be—" you began, but he interrupted it as he began to speak instead.

"We-.." he paused, waiting for you to stop talking before he swiftly continued, "we don't need to talk about this tonight. You need sleep; we'll talk in the morning and get breakfast sandwiches from the convenience store," he whispered. He didn't want you worrying about what the kiss meant or if you were in some 'new relationship' despite just breaking up. He knew you had to have been exhausted, and a way to perk you up was to always mention whatever food you enjoyed.

You gave a small nod and then everything was quiet once again. The faintest sound of the sea waves crashing against the shore could be heard. Then, a rustle of sheets penetrated the air as you scooted closer and laid an arm over his torso. He was still, feeling you scoot closer and lean into his chest while giving him a loose hug.

The action reminded him of the days where you both just went home and took a nap together after school or his practice. Your parents always thought the picture of you two innocently curled into each other was heart warming. You could also swear it was the most comfortable sleep you ever received. Now, you were in the same position again and you felt your body relaxing.

His hand cautiously made its way to the back of your head to hold you close while he softly stroked your hair. Slowly, you drifted to sleep as you felt the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against your ear and his faint, steady heartbeat.

In the morning, he'd walk you to the convenience store and you'd both retrieve your favorite breakfast sandwich. Then, you would either sit on the curb or walk alongside the beach and talk about what the both of you had suppressed for years. Though first, Sae had to ensure you fell asleep against him and stayed in his arms throughout the night.

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