i love pasta

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ. ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ… ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪᴛ.

The classroom buzzed with laughter, chatter and squeals as little colorful crayons glide on every small child's paper. It was rather amusing as you watched the kids either stuck their tongues out in focus or boast about their colorful drawings to others.

Clapping your hands, small heads turn with curiosity and eagerness, "Okay, everyone," you smiled, roaming the room and even reaching down to pat a few heads. "Today we're drawing our families."

Chimes of tiny and excited "Okay!"'s rang from every corner making a soft feeling in your heart swell.

"I'm drawing flowers on mine!"

"Your drawing is ugly."

"I was inspired by you."

After a short series of comforting crying children and convincing them to make peace to stop your ears from bursting, you wandered between the chromatic round tables.

Eventually, you reached Megumi.

The son of the very man you began to feel annoyance towards lately.

"You almost done?" Lowering your head, you glanced at his drawing, gaze hardening with softness when you noticed how he didn't draw his mother.

It was him,

two dogs that were black and white,

and finally Toji.

Megumi replied, "Mhm." his tiny hands still coloring the bright yellow sun in the corner of the paper.

Eyeing his drawing, you couldn't help but bit the inside of your cheek when seeing how the child drew his father.

A stick figure with a wonky broad chest and with the cherry on top, a small head. "W-wow, such a good artist you are." It took every ounce of control you have in your body to not burst out laughing and accidentally offend Megumi.

—

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the day for the kids and your time with them too. The once lively classroom slowly emptied as parents came to collect their children who were very eager to show their drawings.

“Bye, Miss Y/N!”

“See you tomorrow!”

“Don’t forget my dinosaur sticker!”

“I won’t,” you laughed as the silent promises of stickers and stamps silently faded, waving until the last few children disappeared through the doorway.

But, just as you were about to grab your bag and close the classroom for the day, your gaze landed to a rather particular dark haired little boy.

“…Megumi.” With furrowed brows, you couldn't help but feel the familiar feeling of annoyance towards Toji with how late he was, even when picking up his own son.

The little boy quietly packed his crayons into the box before standing, struggling to find the other strap of the bag for a few seconds before finally huffing in success.

Right on cue—

The classroom door slid open. Loud enough to make you know exactly who it was.

With hands tucked inside his pockets, Toji leaned lazily against the frame. Gaze as lazy as he was and eyes locked on your figure.

“Yo.”

You didn’t even look up.

“…You’re late, again.” the irritation in your voice was quiet but loud enough to make him chuckle at your reaction.

“Barely.” he shrugged.

“…Amazing.” a sarcastic reply escaped your lips before you could stop it. That made Toji smirk, the scar on his lips lifting.

Grabbing both of your attentions, Megumi tugged on Toji's sweat pants, cheeks faintly red with embarrassment as he reached up to show his very own drawing. "Look."

Toji smiled at his son's actions, and for a split second you couldn't help but feel your heart race at the sight. But all that ended when Toji's expression turned into one with disbelief.

"Why do I look like that?" He pointed at the drawn figure, brows narrowed slightly. Your lips turned into a tin line, praying for strength to control the laughter you know would just sound like a bomb going off.

"Like what?"

"Bud, I'm built like a refrigerator." he stated the obvious making you let out a cough mixed laugh.

The day ended with Megumi asking if Toji liked the drawing and with you ignoring Toji's gaze as the father-son finally left.

mdni. shamelessly, filthy late night write-up.

the air in the room is suffocatingly thick with a silence reiner's heavy breathing fails to hide.

your hands work fast, unbuttoning his shirt to the very last button before he can even catch his breath.

he doesn't believe he deserves this.

he sits at the edge of his mattress, eyeing you up and down. as you press a peck to his temple, a shudder escapes his lip. when you kiss right at his stubbled jawline, his hands grip the sheets beneath him, sounds of the springs echoing throughout the room. he trembles as your fingernails trace his bare chest and stomach on your way down.

you kneel between his legs, eager fingers already tugging at his trousers. he twitches in his seat. he doesn't fight you. you slip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and briefs and pull them down to his ankles, exposing him completely to the cool air of the room.

you hear a sob fall from his lips as his cock springs bare, beads of precum already falling down his shaft.

your eyes trail up to him, he has his face lifted, head tilted back, and face buried into the crook of his arm, ashamed to look at you. ashamed to feel something this good. his chest heaves up and down.

"rei," you call.

he doesn't answer, too consumed with trying to catch his breath.

you lift your hands forward, wrapping your fingers around his forearm, firmly pushing it to his side. you slowly interlock your fingers into his large calloused hands, securing it in place as you kneeled back down.

"please," he falters, voice cracking through his plea. "you don't have to."

you keep your eyes on him. you smile, fingers wrapping around his base.

"but i want to."

you lean in. your lips brush against the sensitive head of his length, instantly catching the drop of precum on your tongue. reiner lets out a ragged gasp, clenching his eyes shut as his leg beside you jolts viscerally.

when you slide your mouth fully over him, drinking in the salty taste of his shaft, and enveloping the thickness of his length, a full sob rips from his throat. the heat of your mouth, the utter coldness of the room makes his stomach muscles clench hard. he tries to snatch his hand away, but you don't let him, setting it firm against the mattress beside him. your grip tightens.

you lap your tongue against his shaft, laying your tongue flat near the base, slowly gliding it back up to the tip. a slutty moan escapes you as you force his cock back into your mouth, the broad head brushing the middle of your throat.

"fu-fuc-fuck," he pants. your gaze stays on him, watching tears brim and fall from his eyes. he pulls his bottom lip in, biting down like it's his only lifeline. still, his whimpers seeps out for a man who has denied comfort for so long.

you wrap one hand around the base of his cock, pumping firmly in sync with the punishing rhythm of your mouth bobbing up and down.

you pull away, still pumping him.

"you didn't tell me you were so big, rei," you tease, eyes at him, glistening spit all on your mouth and chin. "why didn't you tell me?"

"i-i'm so—” his words are cut off with a long moan, tilting his head back as your lips meet his cock again. "god, please let me touch you."

you let go of his hand. you feel his thick fingers intertwine with your hair, twisting into your could with a desperate tug. you feel the tremble in them, but still it's enough for him to push your head down, guiding you to take him whole.

you gag as he bottoms out in your throat and as you pull back up, saliva stretching and connecting from your lip to his wet tip. reiner watches you through hooded eyes, reddened face and heaving chest. his breath hitches at the sight of you, your pupils filled with a yearn he doesn't understand.

"you keep looking at me like that," he moans, hand flying to his face, wiping the tears that keep falling. "you're so beautiful…it's destroying me."

your heart flutters. but you're needy. you listen, eyes on him as your lips meet his cock again. you pick up the pace this time, betraying the slow rhythm to a relentless speed. you stack both hands at the base, pumping him in sync with the drooling wet bob of your mouth.

"ah--fuck," reiner gasps, hand roughly tugging at your hair to pull you back. "i--i'm cumming."

you lean closer to his thighs, using your stacked hands to keep him in place. a sloppy moan vibrates deep in your throat, the heavy suction echoing loudly in the room. reiner's breath completely hitches, his legs shake and jolts beside your bobbing head. a sharp, strangled gasp erupts from him, the sound bouncing off the walls.

his grip in your hair tightens. you know he isn't trying to hurt you. his hips jolt upward, driving his cock as deep as it can go in your throat. you let out a choked gag, tears streaming down your face from the length.

his eyes snap open, glassy with a fresh set of tears, jaw dropping as the first wave of his climax hits. you don't stop, drinking his spillage all in as it glides down your throat. every remaining twitch of his cock draws a ragged sob from him.

you pull back slowly, his fingers slipping from your hair. a thick strand of his saliva stretches from your mouth along with his release.

his hands fly to his face. they stay there, covering his full face.

you pull his hands away, revealing teary, bloodshot eyes. he's still trying to catch his breath.

you cup his face, smiling at him as you gently brush a stray tear thats sliding down his cheek.

"thank you," he whispers, mere inches from your face. he leans in, and kisses your lip, you drink in the tremor.

"thank you,” he breathes between your lips.

a/n: this is my 100th post. (i love that)