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Sweet Crumbs ft. Joseph Joestar
pairing: Joseph Joestar x reader
summary: Youâre a baker with some pretty freaky instincts and get pulled into a string of mysterious pet disappearances by your chaotic, but amazing, handsome, and kind detective best friend, Joseph. Which is how heâd say it. As you guys chase the truth, your long-hidden feelings finally surface, and threaten to change your partnership forever.
contains: smut (p in v, oral sex for reader, dry humping), yearning joseph?, fattie joseph, fluff, light angst
wc: 11.36k
a/n: this is my first fanfic ever and took embarrassingly long. I hope you guys enjoy, and I would love to get some constructive criticism! Enjoy :) đ€
improper use of stand đ„č
forks and spoons clanked against dishes, so did glasses. lights were dimmed as people ate and chatted. mista and abbacchio sat near their girlfriends as bruno sat next to you
a few days prior to this triple date, mista had suggested to bruno and abbacchio that they should all go out on a date together with their girls.
at first, abbacchio was against it. he hated going out and being with anyone besides his girlfriend. bruno on the other hand loved going out and showing off his girlfriend, and he wouldnât mind hanging with his friends.
so, bruno ended up agreeing which inevitably made abbacchio agree too.
now the six of you sit at a booth inside of a bar styled restaurant. saccharine lights fill the vicinity as you sit across your boyfriend bruno, sipping on a sweet martini.
âiâm glad weâre doing this, guys.â mista announces, lifting his glass to start a toast.
âto love,â mista declared, prompting the rest of you guys to lift your own glasses and cheers with everyone. âletâs eat then,â bruno says as he gives you a small wink before starting to eat.
brunoâs wink had reminded you of how needy you were for him as you guys drove to the restaurant. as the two of you got ready, bruno just couldnât keep his hands off of you and kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
like if he was teasing you on purpose.
you whined the whole ride, begging for bruno to make a little pit stop so the two of you can fuck. unfortunately, you guys were already running a bit late so bruno refused.
which is why you are now currently sexually frustrated while surrounded by your friends.
abbacchioâs girlfriend, who is sitting next to you notices that your vibe is off tonight. âhey, is everything alright?â she questioned, giving you a soft and understanding look.
with a slight jump you turn to meet her gaze with a small smile, nodding. âyeah, iâm all good. donât worry.â
bruno notices the little interaction, but decides not to act on it. he knows you well enough that you donât like when your mood is questioned in public. especially with others around.
as everyone eats their warm and delicious food, you think about what else is also warm and delicious that your boyfriend could be eating.
with that thought you grow even more turned on, feeling your sliiick folds stick to your lacy white panties. you finally decide that your over it and pull out your phone to message bruno.
[you] babeee i really need u rn :((
bruno feels his phone buzz against his thigh, and when he checks that itâs from you he takes a quick glance at you before opening your message.
[bruno] whatâs wrong, baby?
youâre glad everyone else is too engrossed in their food or the conversation, and not focusing on the fact that you and bruno are both on your phones.
[you] donât act so oblivious bruno
youâve been teasing me all night
can we pls just have a quickie in the bathroom?
bruno sends you an incredulous look across the table. âa quickie? like iâm some amateurâŠâ bruno thought.
[bruno] itâll be too obvious, tesoro.
they arenât that dumb.
you send a sharp and quick glare to your boyfriend.
[you] bruno i literally cannot wait any longer
pleaseeee?
[bruno] donât worry, bella.
you can practically imagine brunoâs soft and coaxing voice over the phone.
[bruno] i have an idea.
just go to the bathroom, alright?
iâll be there to help you out in a second.
confused, you send him a look. didnât he just say quickies were for amateurs? but of course, you always trust your boyfriendâs words. âuh, excuse me. gotta use the bathroom,â you muttered to abbacchioâs girlfriend. she quickly nods and mutters to mistaâs girlfriend that you gotta use the restroom.
the guys talk amongst themselves for those few seconds of exiting the booth. once youâre finally out, you muttered a quick thanks and head to the bathroom.
unfortunately, there were no unisex or family bathrooms so you inevitably went into the womenâs. thankfully, the bathroom was empty. so you had the whole place to yourself.
[bruno] are you in a stall yet?
[you] yeah
when are u coming?
back at the table, the conversation flows easily without bruno. thank god. cause now that gives bruno time to dig into his pants to grab his cock. the others make fun of how mista is always stinky, saying that heâs like some teenage boy who doesnât shower. the conversation goes on like nothing as if bruno doesnât have his hand in his pants.
brunoâs fingers brush against his half-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from his mushroom tip due to your neediness rubbing off on him earlier. he uses his stand, sticky fingers, to be able to take off his dick and give it to you to use.
you stare at your phone, waiting for a text to come through. itâs been like three minutes since you texted him and you were growing quite impatient. thankfully, yet weirdly, a small portal appears on the stall wall.
revealing a dick. a really familiar dickâŠ
you slightly jumped at first, definitely not expecting a whole penis coming from the stall wall.
[bruno] have fun, tesoro ;)
you sit there on the toilet seat in shock. did he really just do that? you thought.
[you] ur absolutely insane bruno
[bruno] donât go too hard, darling.
you know i can still feel everything.
donât want the others noticing.
everything, huh? back at the house, bruno had been getting on your nerves yet turning you on so much. you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, getting ready for the dinner, when bruno walked up behind you and started running his hands up and down your sides, pressing his cock against your ass.
ohh, youâre so getting back at him.
you take his cock, squeezing it to tease him a bit. ohâ? it twitched. you pull your pantries to the side, the cool air making you jolt a bit. you run your thumb over his tip, letting the pre-cum spread all over the head.
you finally get into a comfortable position and slowly take his cock inch by inch. back at the table, brunoâs breathing gets heavier and he starts fidgeting by bouncing his leg up and down.
abbacchio spares him a quick glance, narrowing his eyes a bit but quickly brushes it off.
âmm⊠fuck.â you muttered quietly as you fuck yourself with your boyfriends dick. as you push it in and out, you realize that you just arenât going hard enough to make bruno feel insane.
you start to go deeper and quicker, his balls slap against your clit juussstt right. ânghâ! fuckk, sâgoooddâŠâ
bruno feels sweat trickle down his neck as he tries to keep his composure. he can feel his dick rubbing up against those gummy walls of yours perfectly. âmmghââ
âhm? what was that, bruno?â mistaâs girlfriend asks, glancing over at him. âoâoh, itâs nânothing. i didnât say anything. donât mind nghâ meâŠâ her brows furrow with slight concern, but she decided to leave it alone.
you can feel your slick run down your thighs and your hand, almost causing you to drop his precious cock. you grab his balls to make sure itâs more secure, squeezing them tightly to mess with him some more.
âfuckââ bruno curses under his breath, grabbing more weird looks from everyone at the table. âbruno⊠are you okay?â mista asked.
before bruno can say anything else, he feels your muscles squeeze around his cock, making him bite his bottom lip to avoid any groans from spilling out.
âapologies, it seems that my stomach is acting up. iâll be in the bathroom.â the guys quickly step out of the booth for a second so bruno can get out.
he settles for the last stall, finally letting his moans and groans spill out. he pulls out his phone to call you.
you notice your phone buzzing in your purse where it hangs on the stall door. you grab it and see that itâs bruno calling. you pick it up, letting your phone settle between your cheek and your shoulder.
âyes, baby? what is it,â you ask so innocently like you both donât know whatâs happening.
âi told you not to go so hard, didnât i? you made me look like some crazy person back at the table.â you let out a teasing giggle, but then a soft moan spills out when you feel his cock twitch.
âwell, you were the one who kept tâteasing me all nghânightâŠâ
âjust keep on talking so i can come, babyyy,â you quietly whined into your phone. âfuckâŠâ bruno mutters as he tries to busy his hands somehow. âjust keep on fucking yourself with my cock, yeah? if you make me come too, iâll make sure to treat you right once we get home, hm?â
fuck⊠he always knew how to sweeten you up. âhow does that sound, tesoro? want me to fuck you all night long?â
âmmâ! fuck, brunoooâŠâ his words make your chest feel heavy as you take in deeper breaths. you continue to fuck yourself with his cock, letting his coaxing words push you off the edge.
âyouâre so close, huh? keepâ fuuuck! keep going, bellaâŠâ youâre so close, you can feel your legs quivering as you rock your hips against his dick. âfuck, babyâ mâgonna come!â
âshitâ do it, darling. come all over my cock for me.â with his words, you do. your whole body trembles as you finally let go, letting your juices trickle down your legs. bruno follows quickly after, stuffing you so full that you feel warm in your tummy.
âyou⊠are such a menace, darling.â bruno says, causing an exhausted giggle fall from your lips.
you send brunoâs cock back through the portal, but not without giving it a little cheeky kiss before. finally after cleaning up your mess, you head back to the table and already finding bruno there.
you slide back into your spot, muttering small apologies for being a while. all of you continue the date, completely ignoring what was going on earlier.
as the date ends you all exit the restaurant, everyone holding hands with their own partner.
abbacchio turns his head slightly to brunoâs so no one else can hear him. âyouâre so gross, you know that?â brunoâs face furrows slightly before realizing what abbacchio had meant. he bursts out into a soft and breathless laughter.
âi have no idea what youâre talking about, abbacchio,â he says, but abbacchio doesnât miss the little smirk on his face.
© xstarlights 26â
a/n: had this in my drafts for so long but i finally finished it! lowkey kinda rushed it thoâŠ
improper use of stand đ„č
forks and spoons clanked against dishes, so did glasses. lights were dimmed as people ate and chatted. mista and abbacchio sat near their girlfriends as bruno sat next to you
a few days prior to this triple date, mista had suggested to bruno and abbacchio that they should all go out on a date together with their girls.
at first, abbacchio was against it. he hated going out and being with anyone besides his girlfriend. bruno on the other hand loved going out and showing off his girlfriend, and he wouldnât mind hanging with his friends.
so, bruno ended up agreeing which inevitably made abbacchio agree too.
now the six of you sit at a booth inside of a bar styled restaurant. saccharine lights fill the vicinity as you sit across your boyfriend bruno, sipping on a sweet martini.
âiâm glad weâre doing this, guys.â mista announces, lifting his glass to start a toast.
âto love,â mista declared, prompting the rest of you guys to lift your own glasses and cheers with everyone. âletâs eat then,â bruno says as he gives you a small wink before starting to eat.
brunoâs wink had reminded you of how needy you were for him as you guys drove to the restaurant. as the two of you got ready, bruno just couldnât keep his hands off of you and kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
like if he was teasing you on purpose.
you whined the whole ride, begging for bruno to make a little pit stop so the two of you can fuck. unfortunately, you guys were already running a bit late so bruno refused.
which is why you are now currently sexually frustrated while surrounded by your friends.
abbacchioâs girlfriend, who is sitting next to you notices that your vibe is off tonight. âhey, is everything alright?â she questioned, giving you a soft and understanding look.
with a slight jump you turn to meet her gaze with a small smile, nodding. âyeah, iâm all good. donât worry.â
bruno notices the little interaction, but decides not to act on it. he knows you well enough that you donât like when your mood is questioned in public. especially with others around.
as everyone eats their warm and delicious food, you think about what else is also warm and delicious that your boyfriend could be eating.
with that thought you grow even more turned on, feeling your sliiick folds stick to your lacy white panties. you finally decide that your over it and pull out your phone to message bruno.
[you] babeee i really need u rn :((
bruno feels his phone buzz against his thigh, and when he checks that itâs from you he takes a quick glance at you before opening your message.
[bruno] whatâs wrong, baby?
youâre glad everyone else is too engrossed in their food or the conversation, and not focusing on the fact that you and bruno are both on your phones.
[you] donât act so oblivious bruno
youâve been teasing me all night
can we pls just have a quickie in the bathroom?
bruno sends you an incredulous look across the table. âa quickie? like iâm some amateurâŠâ bruno thought.
[bruno] itâll be too obvious, tesoro.
they arenât that dumb.
you send a sharp and quick glare to your boyfriend.
[you] bruno i literally cannot wait any longer
pleaseeee?
[bruno] donât worry, bella.
you can practically imagine brunoâs soft and coaxing voice over the phone.
[bruno] i have an idea.
just go to the bathroom, alright?
iâll be there to help you out in a second.
confused, you send him a look. didnât he just say quickies were for amateurs? but of course, you always trust your boyfriendâs words. âuh, excuse me. gotta use the bathroom,â you muttered to abbacchioâs girlfriend. she quickly nods and mutters to mistaâs girlfriend that you gotta use the restroom.
the guys talk amongst themselves for those few seconds of exiting the booth. once youâre finally out, you muttered a quick thanks and head to the bathroom.
unfortunately, there were no unisex or family bathrooms so you inevitably went into the womenâs. thankfully, the bathroom was empty. so you had the whole place to yourself.
[bruno] are you in a stall yet?
[you] yeah
when are u coming?
back at the table, the conversation flows easily without bruno. thank god. cause now that gives bruno time to dig into his pants to grab his cock. the others make fun of how mista is always stinky, saying that heâs like some teenage boy who doesnât shower. the conversation goes on like nothing as if bruno doesnât have his hand in his pants.
brunoâs fingers brush against his half-hard cock, pre-cum already spilling from his mushroom tip due to your neediness rubbing off on him earlier. he uses his stand, sticky fingers, to be able to take off his dick and give it to you to use.
you stare at your phone, waiting for a text to come through. itâs been like three minutes since you texted him and you were growing quite impatient. thankfully, yet weirdly, a small portal appears on the stall wall.
revealing a dick. a really familiar dickâŠ
you slightly jumped at first, definitely not expecting a whole penis coming from the stall wall.
[bruno] have fun, tesoro ;)
you sit there on the toilet seat in shock. did he really just do that? you thought.
[you] ur absolutely insane bruno
[bruno] donât go too hard, darling.
you know i can still feel everything.
donât want the others noticing.
everything, huh? back at the house, bruno had been getting on your nerves yet turning you on so much. you stood in front of your bathroom mirror, getting ready for the dinner, when bruno walked up behind you and started running his hands up and down your sides, pressing his cock against your ass.
ohh, youâre so getting back at him.
you take his cock, squeezing it to tease him a bit. ohâ? it twitched. you pull your panties to the side, the cool air making you jolt a bit. you run your thumb over his tip, letting the pre-cum spread all over the head.
you finally get into a comfortable position and slowly take his cock inch by inch. back at the table, brunoâs breathing gets heavier and he starts fidgeting by bouncing his leg up and down.
abbacchio spares him a quick glance, narrowing his eyes a bit but quickly brushes it off.
âmm⊠fuck.â you muttered quietly as you fuck yourself with your boyfriends dick. as you push it in and out, you realize that you just arenât going hard enough to make bruno feel insane.
you start to go deeper and quicker, his balls slap against your clit juussstt right. ânghâ! fuckk, sâgoooddâŠâ
bruno feels sweat trickle down his neck as he tries to keep his composure. he can feel his dick rubbing up against those gummy walls of yours perfectly. âmmghââ
âhm? what was that, bruno?â mistaâs girlfriend asks, glancing over at him. âoâoh, itâs nânothing. i didnât say anything. donât mind nghâ meâŠâ her brows furrow with slight concern, but she decided to leave it alone.
you can feel your slick run down your thighs and your hand, almost causing you to drop his precious cock. you grab his balls to make sure itâs more secure, squeezing them tightly to mess with him some more.
âfuckââ bruno curses under his breath, grabbing more weird looks from everyone at the table. âbruno⊠are you okay?â mista asked.
before bruno can say anything else, he feels your muscles squeeze around his cock, making him bite his bottom lip to avoid any groans from spilling out.
âapologies, it seems that my stomach is acting up. iâll be in the bathroom.â the guys quickly step out of the booth for a second so bruno can get out.
he settles for the last stall, finally letting his moans and groans spill out. he pulls out his phone to call you.
you notice your phone buzzing in your purse where it hangs on the stall door. you grab it and see that itâs bruno calling. you pick it up, letting your phone settle between your cheek and your shoulder.
âyes, baby? what is it,â you ask so innocently like you both donât know whatâs happening.
âi told you not to go so hard, didnât i? you made me look like some crazy person back at the table.â you let out a teasing giggle, but then a soft moan spills out when you feel his cock twitch.
âwell, you were the one who kept tâteasing me all nghânightâŠâ
âjust keep on talking so i can come, babyyy,â you quietly whined into your phone. âfuckâŠâ bruno mutters as he tries to busy his hands somehow. âjust keep on fucking yourself with my cock, yeah? if you make me come too, iâll make sure to treat you right once we get home, hm?â
fuck⊠he always knew how to sweeten you up. âhow does that sound, tesoro? want me to fuck you all night long?â
âmmâ! fuck, brunoooâŠâ his words make your chest feel heavy as you take in deeper breaths. you continue to fuck yourself with his cock, letting his coaxing words push you off the edge.
âyouâre so close, huh? keepâ fuuuck! keep going, bellaâŠâ youâre so close, you can feel your legs quivering as you rock your hips against his dick. âfuck, babyâ mâgonna come!â
âshitâ do it, darling. come all over my cock for me.â with his words, you do. your whole body trembles as you finally let go, letting your juices trickle down your legs. bruno follows quickly after, stuffing you so full that you feel warm in your tummy.
âyou⊠are such a menace, darling.â bruno says, causing an exhausted giggle fall from your lips.
you send brunoâs cock back through the portal, but not without giving it a little cheeky kiss before. finally after cleaning up your mess, you head back to the table and already finding bruno there.
you slide back into your spot, muttering small apologies for being a while. all of you continue the date, completely ignoring what was going on earlier.
as the date ends you all exit the restaurant, everyone holding hands with their own partner.
abbacchio turns his head slightly to brunoâs so no one else can hear him. âyouâre so gross, you know that?â brunoâs face furrows slightly before realizing what abbacchio had meant. he bursts out into a soft and breathless laughter.
âi have no idea what youâre talking about, abbacchio,â he says, but abbacchio doesnât miss the little smirk on his face.
© xstarlights 26â
a/n: had this in my drafts for so long but i finally finished it! lowkey kinda rushed it thoâŠ
ZUKO - smut
breeding kink | @amortoru
deflowered! | amortoru
letting zuko take control | @chichireadss
at the same damn time (ft sokka) | chichireadss
so full | @kill3ill
need to breed | kill3ill
bad with eye contact | kill3ill
pda | kill3ill
lucky you | @sadisticslut666
zuko knows how to eat pussy âïž | sadisticslut666
mating press | sadisticslut666
one on one | @arachine
awkward | @bluukive
marital duties | @bwfambi
wedding night | chosayi
squirt (ft suguru geto) | @frostedpinkdoll
regulating his emotions âïž | @fwops
jealous type | @kamiflix
flexible | @kittentoki
pull âïž | @marcespeaks
research purposes | @moominsuki
simmer | @pinkmirth
worshipping your pretty cunt | @r0ttn
warm from the inside out | @xstarlights
one hour | @syynon
pulling on zuko's hair when you get overstimulated | @unicorngirla
is he supposed to beg? | @veiue
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The first taste
Papamin x reader
W.C: 3.5k
A/N: This is highkey butt sorry guys :(
i.
The first time Kento Nanami walked into your bakery, it was because of a child.
Specifically, because said child had stared at the display case through the window like his soul was leaving his body.
âNanaminâ Yuji said dramatically, palms pressed against the glass, âpleaseee.â
Nanami adjusted the grocery bags digging into his palms.
âItâs seven in the evening.â
âAnd?â
âYou already had dessert.â
âThat was forever ago.â
âYouâre ten.â
âIâm a growing boy.â
Nanami sighed heavily through his nose. Fostering Yuji Itadori had taught him many things in the past six months. Children were loud. Children ate alarming amounts of food. And apparently children could look so hopeful over pastries that even Nanami found it difficult to refuse.
âYou can get one thing,â he said finally.
Yuji gasped like heâd just been granted a dying wish.
âYouâre the best dad ever.â
âIâm not your dad.â
âYou bought me new sneakers yesterday.â
âBecause yours had holes in them.â
âExactly.â
Before Nanami could respond, Yuji was already dragging the bakery door open. Warmth hit them immediately. Soft lights glowed against the windows while the smell of fresh bread and espresso wrapped through the small shop.
Then Nanami heard shouting.
âThis coffee tastes burnt.â
A man stood at the counter glaring at you while you held the cup carefully in both hands.
âIâm really sorry, sir.â You said patiently. âI can remake it lighter for you if youâd prefer?â
âI asked for dark coffee.â
âYes, sir, but dark roast naturally has a stronger bitternessââ
âSo you admit it tastes bad?â
Yuji frowned instantly beside Nanami.
âThat guy sucks,â he whispered loudly.
Nanami silently agreed. You still tried to stay polite despite the customerâs increasingly irritated tone. Nanami noticed the way your smile strained slightly around the edges. The exhaustion beneath your patience. And still, you kept trying.
âI can also refund you if that would help,â you offered gently.
âI want your manager.â
You hesitated briefly.
âI actually own the bakery soââ
âThen maybe you should learn how to make coffee properly.â
Something cold settled behind Nanamiâs expression.
âShe already offered you several reasonable solutions.â
The man turned sharply. Nanami stood near the entrance, grocery bags still in one hand while Yuji peeked out from behind him curiously.
âYou asked for dark coffeeâ Nanami continued flatly. âYou received dark coffee. Berating her because you dislike your own order is irrational.â
The bakery quieted.
The man scoffed. âMind your business.â
âYou made it everyoneâs business once you started yelling.â
Yuji nodded enthusiastically beside him.
âYeah.â
The man looked around at the uncomfortable stares from other customers before muttering angrily under his breath and storming out. The bell above the door rattled violently behind him. Silence lingered. Then the bakery slowly relaxed again. You exhaled softly.
âThank you.â
Nanami shrugged once. âHe was being unreasonable.â
Yuji immediately stepped forward.
âYou stayed nice to that mean guy even after he yelled at you. That was so coolâ
You blinked. Then smiled warmly at him.
âWell thank you, sweetheart.â
Nanami noticed your expression soften instantly around children. Something about that lodged itself annoyingly in his chest. Yuji wandered immediately toward the display case.
âOh my god.â
âYou may pick one,â Nanami reminded him.
âOne?â Yuji looked personally betrayed. âNanamin look at this place.â
You laughed quietly.
âI like him already.â
âHeâs dramatic.â
âActually my teacher told me that iâm passionate.â Yuji corrected seriously.
You leaned slightly over the counter toward him conspiratorially.
âI love that.â
Yuji beamed at you instantly. Nanami already sensed this was going to become a problem.
âWhat can I get for you two?â You asked.
Yuji pointed rapidly.
âThat strawberry one. And that chocolate thing. Wait noââ
âOne thing,â Nanami repeated.
Yuji groaned. You tried unsuccessfully to hide your smile.
âWhat about for you?â You asked Nanami.
âBlack coffee.â
You stared at him for a moment.
âWow.â
ââŠWhat?â
âJust predictable.â
âI work in finance.â
âThat explains everything.â
Yuji burst into laughter.
Nanami looked mildly offended. You moved around behind the counter preparing the coffee while Yuji pressed both hands against the display glass dramatically. Nanami found himself watching you instead. You hummed quietly while working. Not loudlyâjust soft little absentminded hums under your breath as you moved between trays and machines. It was strangely calming. There was a streak of flour on your cheek. You clearly hadnât noticed. You glanced up suddenly and caught him staring.
âWhat?â
âThereâs flour on your face.â
Your hand immediately went to the wrong side.
âThe other side.â
You wiped again.
âStill there.â
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. âAre you messing with me?â
Yuji leaned over the counter.
âNo, itâs actually there.â
âOh my god.â
You laughed at yourself while trying again unsuccessfully. Nanami stepped forward before really thinking about it. His fingers brushed lightly against your cheek as he wiped the flour away carefully with his thumb. The movement was brief. Gentle. Your breath caught slightly. So did his.
Yuji looked between both of you immediately with the sharp instincts only children possessed.
âHmm,â he hums quietly.
Nanami stepped back.
âThere.â
You blinked once before smiling softly.
âThanks.â
Nanami cleared his throat. Yuji grinned like heâd just discovered a big secret. A few minutes later you handed over the order.
âThatâll be free today.â
Nanami frowned immediately. âThatâs unnecessary.â
âIâm rewarding good behavior.â
âYouâre rewarding public confrontation.â
You leaned against the counter slightly.
âIâm rewarding someone for defending me.â
Then you crouched slightly to Yujiâs level.
âAnd for bringing in your adorable kid.â
âIâm not adorable,â Yuji informed you seriously.
âYou definitely are.â
Yuji immediately looked pleased. Nanami already knew he was losing this battle.
ii.
They came back three days later. Then again the next week. Then suddenly it became routine. At first Nanami told himself it was because Yuji liked the pastries. Which was true. Dangerously true. Every afternoon after school, Yuji practically dragged Nanami through the bakery doors.
âThe usual?â You asked brightly one afternoon.
Yuji pointed immediately. âThe custard one!â
âAnd for Mr. Serious?â
âBlack coffee.â
You sighed dramatically. âOne day Iâm getting you sugar.â
âOne day youâll stop trying.â
âNever.â
Yuji leaned toward you while Nanami paid.
âHe actually likes sweet stuff.â
Nanami looked down immediately. âYuji.â
âWhat? You ate my pancakes.â
âYou left them unattended.â
âThat's robbery.â
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the pastry bag. Nanami felt something warm settle while hearing it.
Eventually, you started setting aside extra sweets âby accident.â
âThis got slightly overbaked.â
âItâs perfectly fine,â Nanami said.
âGuess Yuji will have to eat it then.â
âOh no,â Yuji said sarcastically while accepting the pastry immediately.
Another day
âI made too many cream buns.â
âYou absolutely did not,â Nanami replied.
You ignored him completely while sliding the box toward Yuji. Nanami noticed the way you always packed an extra one specifically for him too. You never said anything about it. But you always did.
Slowly and terrifyingly, the bakery stopped feeling like just a bakery. It became routine. Warmth. Even something to look forward to. Yuji doing homework at the corner table while you baked. Nanami sitting nearby with loosened sleeves after work while you hummed quietly in the kitchen. Sometimes Yuji would fall asleep against Nanamiâs arm after too many sweets. Sometimes Nanami caught himself staring at you longer than he should. Watching flour dust your face and clothes while you worked. Watching the way you smiled at Yuji like he was easy to look after. Watching the way you smiled at him softer.
One evening after closing, Yuji slept curled up across two chairs near the window, hoodie half slipping off his shoulder. Rain tapped gently outside. You stood behind the counter kneading dough while humming again. Nanami watched silently.
âYouâre staring,â you murmured without looking up.
âYou have flour all over your hair.â
You sighed dramatically. âMaybe i did it on purposeâ
A faint smile pulled briefly at Nanamiâs mouth.
You caught it instantly.
âThere it is.â
âWhat?â
âYou smiled.â
âIâm not smiling.â
âYou totally are.â
You walked closer, stopping across from him. For a moment neither of you spoke. The bakery lights glowed warm around you while rain softened against the windows. Then quietly, you askedâ
âWhy do you keep coming back here, Nanami?â
The honest answer terrified him a little. Because somewhere along the way, this place had started feeling more like home than his little apartment did. Because Yuji laughed more here. Because you looked at both of them like you genuinely wanted them around. Because after years of exhaustion and numb routine, Nanami had somehow stumbled into warmth again. His eyes drifted toward sleeping Yuji briefly. Then back to you.
âYouâre good to him,â he said softly.
Your expression gentled immediately.
âHeâs easy to care about.â
âYesâ Nanami replied quietly. âHe is.â
Then after a pause-
âSo are you.â
iii.
Yuji became part of your bakery routine embarrassingly fast. By the third week, you already had his favorite pastry waiting whenever the bell above the door chimed.
âCustard?â youâd ask.
âYes please.â
âAnd vegetables later?â
Yuji groaned dramatically every single time. Nanami found himself watching the exchange from behind him more often than he should. Watching the way you leaned against the counter while talking to Yuji like he was important. Like he wasnât a burden. Like caring for him was second nature to you. It did something strange to Nanamiâs chest every time. Especially because fostering Yuji hadnât been easy. Nothing about it had been easy.Â
At first, Nanami had told himself it was temporary. A few weeks at most. Just until paperwork got sorted out. Just until someone else stepped in. But then Yuji started leaving his shoes by the front door. Started falling asleep on the couch waiting for Nanami to get home from work. Started looking up every evening the second he heard keys in the lock. And somewhere between grocery lists and school forms and making sure there was enough food in the apartment, Nanami stopped feeling like he was just âhelping.â
It scared him a little. Because attachment meant loss eventually. Nanami knew that better than most. Yet every afternoon despite himself, he found his feet carrying him toward your bakery. Toward warmth. Toward soft music and the smell of fresh bread and your quiet humming from behind the counter. Toward you.
One particularly exhausting evening, Nanami arrived nearly an hour later than usual. His shoulders ached. His tie felt suffocating. And heâd spent the last twelve hours dealing with people he was becoming convinced lacked functional brains. The bell chimed softly when he entered. Yuji looked up from his homework immediately.
âNanamin!â
You glanced over from behind the register too. Your expression softened instantly.
âYou look awful.â
âThank you.â
âI mean more than usual.â
Yuji nodded seriously. âYouâve got the scary eye bags today.â
Nanami sighed heavily.
âIâm surrounded by bullies.â
You laughed quietly under your breath.
God. That sound was becoming dangerous for him. It had him imagining a future-which isnât something he does often. He loosened his tie slightly before sitting beside Yuji at the corner table. Without asking, you appeared a minute later with a coffee and a plate holding a small slice of strawberry shortcake. Nanami frowned immediately.
âI didnât order this.â
âYou looked like you got beat up by your paperwork.â
âThatâs not possible.â
âIt should be.â
You slid the plate closer anyway. Nanami stared at the cake.
ââŠI donât really eat sweets.â
Yuji looked at him like heâd admitted to a crime.
âThatâs crazy.â
âYouâre both judging me now?â
âYesâ you and Yuji answered simultaneously.
You blinked. Then both of you burst into laughter. Nanami felt warmth bloom unexpectedly in his chest at the sound. The scene felt so domestic it almost unnerved him. Yuji doing homework. You dusting flour from your hands nearby. Coffee growing cold beside him while rain tapped softly against the windows outside. It felt peaceful. Dangerously peaceful. The kind of peace that made a person forget to keep their guard up. Nanami took one bite of the cake mostly to stop Yuji from staring at him like a disappointed puppy. Then paused. You looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
ââŠGood?â
âItâs acceptable.â
âThat means yesâ you told Yuji knowingly.
Yuji grinned triumphantly.
âGet him another one.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo.â
You slid another pastry onto the plate anyway. Nanami realized with growing horror that the two of you had started teaming up against him regularly.
iv.
Another afternoon, Nanami arrived to find Yuji behind the counter wearing one of your spare aprons. Flour coated nearly every visible surface. Including Yuji himself.
Nanami stopped in the doorway.
ââŠWhat happened?â
Yuji looked delighted.
âWeâre making bread.â
âYouâre making a mess.â
âIâm helping.â
You stood nearby laughing while trying to move your hair off your cheek with the back of your wrist.
âIt was my ideaâ you admitted. âIn my defense, he was very persuasive.â
Yuji held up a lopsided piece of dough proudly.
Nanami stared at it.
âIt looks diseased.â
âItâs a turtle!â
âNo, it looks more like a tortoise.â
You laughed so hard you had to lean against the counter. Nanamiâs gaze drifted toward you automatically. There was jelly all over your apron. A bit near your jaw this time too. You started humming absentmindedly again while reshaping dough on the counter. Soft. Mindless. Comfortable. Nanami didnât realize heâd been staring until Yuji suddenly grinned.
âYouâre doing the thing again.â
Nanami looked down immediately. âWhat thing?â
âThe staring thing.â
âIâm not staring.â
âYou so are.â
You blinked between them curiously. Yuji pointed directly at Nanami.
âHe looks at you like youâre the sun.â
Silence.
Nanami felt his soul briefly leave his body.
âYujiâ he said flatly.
âWhat?â
You looked equally caught off guard. Then slowlyâvery slowly a smile spread across your face. Nanami immediately reached for the bridge of his nose.
âThis is why children shouldnât speak.â
Yuji looked deeply offended.
âYouâre just embarrassed because Iâm right.â
âYou are not right.â
âYou brought her flowers last week.â
âThey were leftover from a client meeting.â
âYou hate flowers.â
Nanami opened his mouth.
Closed it.
You were trying very hard not to laugh now.
âI was wondering about thatâ you admitted softly.
Nanami looked at you. Your expression had gentled completely.
Warm.
Something shifted quietly in the air. Yuji looked between both of you before dramatically gasping.
âOh my god.â
âYuji.â
âYou guys are in love.â
âWe are not,â Nanami answered immediately.
Too quickly. Your eyebrows lifted.
âNot even a little?â
Nanami looked at you across the counter.
Jelly on your face. Warm light catching in your eyes. That familiar soft humming under your breath while you smiled at him like he was someone worth waiting for. Then his gaze drifted briefly toward Yuji happily ruining dough beside you. Toward the life he somehow kept finding himself pulled back into every day. Something tender twisted in his chest. Because the truth was horrifyingly simple. He was already attached. To both of you. Completely. And Kento Nanami had never done anything halfway. Yuji narrowed his eyes knowingly.
âYouâre making the face again.â
âWhat face?â
âThe one where you look like you wanna say something niceâ
Nanami stood slowly.
âIâm leaving.â
âYou literally just got here,â you laughed.
Yuji pointed dramatically.
âSee? Heâs running away!â
Nanami picked up a dish towel and threw it directly at him. Yuji dodged it while laughing loudly. And for the first time in years, Nanami realized something terrifying. When he pictured home nowâHe no longer pictured an apartment. He pictured this bakery instead.Â
When he finally told you how he felt It wasnât dramatic. That was probably the strangest part. No huge confession in the rain. No dramatic realization.
No moment where one of you suddenly blurted out Iâm in love with you. It happened so slowly and so naturally that by the time either of you realized what this was becoming, it already felt inevitable.
It started with little things. Nanami staying later after closing. At first heâd only linger long enough for Yuji to finish homework at the corner table. Then somehow he started helping stack chairs. Wiping counters. Carrying flour bags into the back room before you could ask.
âYou donât work hereâ you told him one night.
âYou were lifting improperly.â
âThatâs not a thing.â
But he kept doing it anyway.
And you kept pretending not to notice how tired he looked after twelve-hour shifts. So instead, you started leaving food beside him while he helped clean. Nothing fancy. Justâ
âEat this.â
âIâm not hungry.â
âThat wasnât a question.â
Nanami learned quickly that you were strangely scary when concerned.
Then came habits. Dangerous little habits. You texting him when Yuji forgot his lunch at school because somehow you were now his emergency contact too. Nanami walking you to your station after late supply runs because âitâs unsafe this late.â You falling asleep briefly against his shoulder one night after closing while waiting for the last train. Neither of you mentioning it afterward. Except after that Nanami started standing slightly closer to you naturally. Like his body had quietly decided something before his mind caught up.
The actual moment things changed happened on an ordinary Tuesday. Which felt fitting. The bakery had closed early because of heavy snow. Yuji was at a sleepover for the first time in weeks after begging Nanami relentlessly to let him go. So for the first time in months It was just the two of you.
The bakery was quiet. Soft jazz played from the old speaker near the kitchen while snow drifted outside the windows in slow white sheets. You stood near the counter boxing leftover pastries while humming the song softly under your breath. Nanami sat at his usual table loosening his tie slightly after work. He was watching you again. He did that often now. The weird thing was heâd stopped trying not to.
âYouâre staring,â you murmured without looking up.
âYou have flour on your cheek.â
You laughed quietly.
âAt this point I think it lives there.â
Nanami stood before really thinking about it. You looked up as he walked over. There was flour near your jaw again. And without hesitation now, without awkwardnessâhe brushed it away gently with his thumb. But this time neither of you moved afterward. Your eyes stayed on his. Warm bakery lights. Snow outside. Your breath caught slightly. And Nanami realized something terrifying--these past few months had been the first taste of normalcy heâd ever allowed himself to have. This felt natural. Not overwhelming. Not frightening. Just⊠right.Â
You smiled first. Soft and sleepy and fond.
âYou know,â you said quietly, âyou touch me like you already know youâre allowed to.â
Nanami went still. You were right. Somewhere along the way, youâd become part of him so naturally that heâd stopped questioning whether he could reach for you. Stopped questioning whether youâd pull away. His hand was still resting lightly against your cheek.
âYou never seem upset when I do,â he admitted quietly.
Your expression softened immediately.
âIâm never upset when itâs you.â
God. You said things so gently sometimes it completely ruined him. The bakery suddenly felt very small. Very warm. Very dangerous. Nanami exhaled softly through his nose.
âYou should be more careful saying things like that.â
âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm trying very hard to behave appropriately.â
You blinked once. Then laughed softly under your breath.
âKento.â
The use of his first name nearly killed him on the spot. You noticed immediately too because your smile faltered into something softer. More vulnerable. And then very carefully, you stepped closer. Not enough to touch fully. Just enough that Nanami could feel your warmth.
âYou know,â you murmured, âmost people wouldâve figured out we liked each other months ago.â
âI was aware.â
âYou were?â
âI was choosing to ignore it.â
You smiled. âWhy?â
Nanami looked at you quietly for a long moment. Then finally answered honestly.
âBecause the last time I cared about people this much, I lost them.â
The words settled heavily between you. You looked at him with that same gentle expression that always made him feel painfully seen. Then you reached up carefully and straightened his loosened tie. A tiny habit youâd developed recently.
âYou know what I think?â you asked softly.
âWhat?â
âI think youâve spent so long preparing yourself for loss that you forgot some things are worth keeping anyway.â
Nanami felt his stomach churn. Because you said it so simply. Like loving someone wasnât terrifying. Like staying wasnât terrifying. Your fingers lingered briefly against his tie. Neither of you moved.
Then quietlyâvery quietly. Nanami leaned down and kissed you. Slow. Careful. Like he was still giving you time to change your mind. You kissed him back immediately. Warm hands sliding lightly against his sleeves while he held you gently like something precious. And suddenly Nanami understood why people wrote poetry. Because nothing in his life had ever felt this soft before. When you finally pulled apart, both of you stayed close enough that your foreheads nearly touched. You smiled first again.
âYou know,â you whispered âthat was way less stiff and robotic than I expected.â
Nanami closed his eyes briefly.
âOh my god.â
You laughed softly against him.
And then, because apparently the universe enjoyed humiliating him, the bakery door burst open.
âGuys, I forgot myââ Yuji froze mid-sentence.
Silence.
You immediately stepped back, startled. Nanami looked exhausted instantly. Yuji stared between both of you slowly.
ââŠOh.â
Another pause.
âOh my gosh.â
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back to me
You always know when Satoruâs home before he even opens the door.
It starts with sugar.
Sweet cream drifting through the hallway outside your apartment. Chocolate, strawberries and powdered sugar sneaking beneath the crack of the door before heâs even unlocked it properly.
Then comes the sound.
Keys jingling. A bag rustling. Satoru cursing quietly because heâs trying to unlock the door while holding too many things at once.
And finally
âIâm homeeee!â
Too loud. Always too loud.
You grin before you even look up from the couch.
âIn the future,â you call back, âyou should come in like a normal person.â
The door swings open.
Satoru stands there with sunglasses slipping down his nose, hair messy from the wind, and at least four convenience store bags hanging from his arms.
âNo,â he says seriously. âThis is part of the experience.â
âYou look ridiculous.â
âAnd yet,â he says while kicking the door shut behind him, âyouâre smiling.â
You hate when heâs right.
The apartment immediately smells sweeter when he walks in. Tonight itâs warm custard and caramel popcorn. Last week it was strawberry mochi. Before that, cinnamon pastries from a bakery two stations away because Satoru heard someone mention them during a mission and decided you needed to try them immediately.
âYou know,â you laughed, taking the bag from his hands, ânormal people bring flowers.â
Satoru dropped dramatically onto the couch, long legs hanging over the armrest. âFlowers die. Snacks are forever.â
âThey literally get eaten.â
âShhh snacks are just better and you know it.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, but you were already rummaging through the bag.Â
He watched you like he always did when you tried something for the first time, chin resting in his palm, blue eyes bright behind those ridiculous sunglasses he rarely took off.
His grin turns unbearably smug. âSee? I know you.â
âYour plan is to fatten me up so I can't leave you.â
He goes completely silent.
You glance up just in time to catch the exact moment his brain short circuits.
Then a loud, offended gasp.
âWoah first of all,â he says, grasping his chest dramatically,"I would never. Second of all, are you trying to say I need to bribe you to stay with me.â
âYou literally bought me ice cream so I could go to that work event with you last week.â
âAnd it worked.â
âObviously it worked.â
Satoru beams instantly, completely unashamed. Then he leans casually against the counter, sunglasses slipping down his nose while he watches you steal a bite straight from one of the boxes.
âYouâre never leaving me,â he says confidently.
âThats creepyâ
âBut am I wrong?â
You open your mouth.
Pause.
Then narrow your eyes.
âI donât like how cocky you just soundedâ
âIts only because,â Satoru says while stealing the pastry directly out of your hand, âIâm the strongest.â
What a cornball
âYouâre the most annoying.â
âAnd yet,â he says around a mouthful of stolen dessert, âyou loooove me.â
âWhateverâÂ
And maybe that was the thing you loved most.
No matter how late the mission. No matter how exhausted he looked walking through the door. No matter how much blood stained the collar of his uniform.
He always came back to you.
And he always brought you something sweet.
âOkay,â you say seriously one night, spreading wrappers across the coffee table. âWe need rankings.â
Satoru looks up from where heâs half upside down on the couch. âRankings?â
âYes. Your mission snacks.â
His expression lights up instantly.
âOh, this is important.â
âItâs very important.â
For the next twenty minutes, the strongest sorcerer alive argues passionately about dessert placement.
âThe strawberry daifuku deserves top three.â
âIt was too sweet.â
âYouâre wrong.â
You snort.
Satoru tilts his head just enough to look up at you over the edge of his sunglasses.
Thereâs something soft in his expression suddenly.
Quiet.
The kind of look he only gets when the apartment is dark and peaceful and itâs just the two of you existing together.
âWhat?â you ask.
âNothing.â
Which means itâs definitely something.
But before you can push, he reaches into another bag dramatically.
âI also brought cupcakes.â
Your entire train of thought disappears instantly.
âSatoru.â
âI know.â
âFrom the bakery we met at?â
âI know.â
You lean down and kiss him immediately.
Satoru grins against your mouth like he planned this.
âYouâre unbelievably easy to please.â
âYou weaponized dessert.â
âYou say that like itâs unethical.â
âIt is unethical.â
Sometimes he comes home exhausted.
Those are your favorite nights.
Not because you like seeing him tired, but because those are the only times Satoru stops performing.
No dramatics. No exaggerated whining. No endless talking.
Just quiet.
One rainy evening he walks through the door absolutely soaked, uniform damp, hair dripping water onto the floor.
And still
He lifts a paper bag triumphantly.
âI protected them.â
You stare at him.
âYou got caught in a storm and your first concern was pastries?â
âThe croissants almost died.â
âYouâre insane.â
âBut look.â
He opens the bag carefully.
Perfectly intact dubai chocolate croissants.
He could see the excitement on your face.Â
Satoru watches you with that same soft expression again. Like this alone was worth it.
Later that night, after showers and dry clothes and shared dessert at the kitchen counter, you find him half asleep against your shoulder.
âYou know,â you murmur, âyou donât actually have to bring me something every mission.â
Satoru doesnât even open his eyes.
âI know.â
âThen why do you?â
A long pause.
âBecause I like coming home to you.â
Your chest aches in the warmest way possible.
So you kiss the top of his head and pretend not to notice how pink his ears turn.
Over time, the routine becomes automatic.
You know what kind of sweets heâll bring based on where he was assigned.
You know expensive bakery boxes mean the mission went smoothly.
Convenience store candy means he remembered at the last second.
Crushed packaging means he got into a fight midway through carrying it.
And maybe thatâs why you never let yourself worry too much when he leaves for missions.
Because no matter what happens, no matter how dangerous things get he always comes back.
So when he leaves for Shibuya, you force yourself to believe this time wonât be any different.
He lingers by the door before leaving, one hand in his pocket.
âYouâre staring again,â he says.
âYouâre acting weird again.â
âI thought I always act weird.â
âSatoru.â
A small smile tugs at his mouth.
Then he pulls a bag from behind his back and tosses it toward you.
You catch it instinctively.
banana bread from your favorite café.
âYou bought goodbye bread?â you ask flatly.
âItâs not goodbye bread.â
âIt feels like goodbye bread.â
Satoru walks over before you can say anything else and presses a quick kiss against your forehead.
âIâll be home later. They just need alot of us down there right now i dont know how long it'll be till you get your next treatâ he says softly.
If you weren't worried before you definitely are now
âPromise me you'll be safeâ you say with tears already starting to form
âI promiseâ
Days pass.
Your apartment feels wrong without him in it.
Too quiet.
No loud complaints from the kitchen. No half-opened bags of candy left on the counter. No long limbs taking up too much space on the couch. You keep checking your phone anyway.
Waiting.
Because eventually the mission will end. Eventually the lock will click. Eventually the apartment will smell like sugar again.
Satoru will come home.
He always does.
So when you finally hear keys at the door late one evening, relief floods your chest so fast it almost hurts.
You stand immediately. Already smiling.
Already waiting for the familiar rush of sweetness that always arrives before him.
But the scent that reaches you first isnât sugar.
Itâs rain.
Cold air.
Something heavy beneath it that you canât name.
Your smile falters.
The door opens slowly. And for one horrible second, you still expect it to be him.
White hair.
A stupid grin.
Paper bags swinging from one hand.
Instead, itâs Yuji. His uniform is wrinkled. His eyes are red like he hasnât slept properly in days. In his hands is a brown paper bag.
Your stomach drops instantly.
Because Yuji looks at you the same way people look at broken things.
âHey,â he says quietly.
And thatâs when you know.
Not from his expression. Not from the silence. Not even from the fact that Satoru isnât standing behind him.
You know because the apartment doesnât smell sweet enough. It doesnât smell like him.
Yuji steps inside carefully, like he isnât sure he belongs there without him.
âI, uhâŠâ His voice catches. âGojo bought these beforeâŠâ
He lifts the bag slightly.
Inside are coffee cakes from your favorite bakery.
The exact ones Satoru always brings home after long missions.
Something in your chest caves.
âNo,â you whisper immediately.
Yujiâs face crumples.
âHe told us about it,â he says softly. âHow you always waited for him. How he always brings you new sweetsâ
Your vision blurs instantly.
The bag rustles quietly in Yujiâs shaking hands.
Satoru had bought them before he got sealedÂ
Before the Shinjuku
Before Sukuna
Your knees nearly give out.
Because he really meant to come back. Even then knowing what he was walking into. He still stopped to bring you something sweet.
SO GOOODDD
bratty!bakugo đ but kinda notâŠ
katsuki had been at work all day, fighting villains and probably doing some press interviews. he had left early that day, meaning you didnât even get to see him before he left. as your day went on, the more needier you got for your boyfriend.
you had asked him earlier to send you maybe a video or a picture of him, so you can at least get yourself offâbut he just left you on read, weird. you assumed he was busy and probably forgot to respond. you managed to cum with simply your fingers and an old picture of him.
but it didnât compare to him.
later, as you were eating the dinner you made for yourself, your boyfriend finally walks through the door. âmâhere.â he mumbles. your eyes immediately brighten as you shoot up from your chair to finally meet your boyfriend.
âkats!â you walk up to him and tightly wrap your arms around his neck. âmm⊠iâve missed you all day.â you confess. katsuki simply hums in response with a loose arm around your waist. you pull back just enough to see his face. âhm? is everything okay, baby?â you ask since heâs oddly quiet tonight.
âiâm fine. just tired and need a shower.â he says, placing a chaste kiss to your temple before pulling away to head into the shower.
you frown to yourself as you sit down to continue eating.
after a while he comes from the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips. âfuck, he looks so goodâ you thought to yourself. too bad heâs supposedly âtired.â
you sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone. but then you realize katsuki hasnât left your shared room ever since he went in to change. maybe he actually was tired?
you walk over to the door and open it, expecting to see a sleeping katsuki in bed.
but no.
you find your boyfriend doing one handed push ups even though he said he was tired! âkatsuki, what are you doing?â you ask, making him flinch just a bit since he hadnât noticed you come in. he pushes himself up from the floor to meet you face to face.
âwhat? iâm just doing a quick workout.â
âyou said you were tired though?â
âi am.â you immediately know heâs lying the second his eyes fleet from yours. âkatsuki whatâs going on? i hate it when you do this.â you say, and he knows. but heâs just too damn stubborn to be open.
âitâs ridiculous, just leave me alone.â he says turning away from you. âi wonât, idiot. look at me.â you demand, placing your hand on his shoulder to make him face you.
once he turns, his gaze moves to the side of the room, arms crossed around his chest. âyou⊠you were cheating on me in a dream, okay? it just pissed me off is all.â
what?
you had been feeling needy all day and when your boyfriend finally gets home, he wants to act like this? because you cheated in a dream?!
âare you fucking serious right now, katsuki?â you ask, feeling a bit of anger flow through your body. he rolls his eyes, âthatâs why i didnât wanna tell you. i knew youâd be pissed.â
âthe only reason why iâm pissed is because iâve been wanting to get fucked all day, but youâve been gone and now youâre acting like an ass!â
he freezes, thinking back on how youâve been so needy for him all day. the guilt hits him like a punch to his gut, but he doesnât let that showânot completely.
âfuck⊠mâsorry, alright? just⊠donât get all bitchy.â he takes a few steps towards you, placing his hands on your waist.
âbitchy? are you kidding me, kats? youâre the one whoâs acting like a bitch right now.â you scoff, biting back with no hesitation. âalright, alrightâ fine. youâre not being bitchy, kay? how about i just treat you now⊠you know, for acting like an asshole.â
it was a great proposition. of course you wanted to be treated, but you were still so pissed with katsuki that you had to deal with your need some other way. âalright, but since you wanna be bitchy, youâve gotta be my little bitch tonight, baby.â
his face scrunches up in slight disgust. âbe your bitchâ? baby, you must be crazy if you think iâm gonna do that.â
âmmâ fuck, quit thatâŠâ bakugo groans out as you ride him. âiâll do whatever i want, kats. now quit acting like a brat and stay still.â you move your hips in a circle, your cum and his sloshing on your guysâ pubic bones. âgoddd, youâre so annoying when yâyou get like this.â
âhm? is that whimpering i hear?â your lips lift into a faint smirk, feeling the satisfaction of his submissiveness. âshut uppp⊠so goddamnââ he was about to say something else, but then you clench around his cock on purpose, then lift your hips up and down.
âfuuuck, youâre filling me so good, kats.â his head falls back onto the pillow, hands on your hips in an attempt to guide you. âgod, i fucking hate this⊠but you feel so good, baby.â bakugo murmurs as he feels another load of cum ready to shoot out.
every time you bounce in his cock, (craazyyy styleee) it slides in and out so easily. your slick and oozing pussy has never been so wet before. maybe dominating was your new thingâŠ? the sight of him looking so fucked, and the noises heâs been making makes you feel insane.
âyouâre so pretty like this, babyâŠâ you lean down to kiss his swollen lips, and he lets your tongue slide in easily. you continue to let your tongues swim against each other, and swallow each otherâs moans while never stopping your pace.
thwack thwack thwack!
your hips continued to pound against each otherâs, making bakugo feel like heâs on cloud nine. âfuck, baby. iâm so deep in your pussy. you feel so fucking perfect, been missing this.â his words tumble from his lips before he can even think.
your thighs start to burn and your pace decreases, absolutely inevitable. you always try to be dominant, but it always ends up with bakugo finishing it. âgetting tired, cutie?â a lopsided smirk crawls onto his sweaty face. ânâno, mâfine, just shut up for once.â
you continue to grind your hips down on his, but itâs weak. so, bakugo flips the both of you around and starts drilling into you. his forearms rest on either side of your head as he pounds into that sweet spot of yours. âfuuck, katsâ! sooo goodâŠâ
âyou like that, babe? you like it when i fuck my cock so deep inside you?â he emphasizes his words with a deep thrust, his pelvis hitting your perky clit just right. âdamn it, katsâ itâs soo good, i love it so much. i love your cock, baby.â
itâs pretty pathetic how you tried to be so dominating, but ended up under him and letting him fill you up to the brim. âfuckk,â he groans as you clench around him when he bottoms out once again. âso close for you, baby. doing so well for me, hm?â
you nod, feeling tears prickle at the edge of your eyes. âplease, can i cum?â you whimper out, hoping that heâll let you meet your climax. âhmm, i dunno. i thought you were holding the reins tonight, babe? got cold feet?â your hand meets his chest in a weak slap.
âdonât be such an ass, kâkats! iâve been waiting all day⊠please.â his gaze softens just slightly at your words before he finally nods. âalright, baby. let go for me. wanna see you soak and milk my damn cock.â
with his approval, you finally let go. your juices splatter all over the sheets, his hips, and your thighs. and of course, he follows right after. his white, hot spurts of cum paint your insides. âfâfuck, so damn good.â he collapses on top of you, his hot breath against your collarbone.
ânext time⊠iâll show you, kats.â you say, referring to being able to make him your bitch. âyeahhh, i wanna see you try, cutie.â
a/n: ermmm this was lowkey butt, but i wanted to treat my baby @besototallyhonest đđ
bratty!bakugo đ but kinda notâŠ
katsuki had been at work all day, fighting villains and probably doing some press interviews. he had left early that day, meaning you didnât even get to see him before he left. as your day went on, the more needier you got for your boyfriend.
you had asked him earlier to send you maybe a video or a picture of him, so you can at least get yourself offâbut he just left you on read, weird. you assumed he was busy and probably forgot to respond. you managed to cum with simply your fingers and an old picture of him.
but it didnât compare to him.
later, as you were eating the dinner you made for yourself, your boyfriend finally walks through the door. âmâhere.â he mumbles. your eyes immediately brighten as you shoot up from your chair to finally meet your boyfriend.
âkats!â you walk up to him and tightly wrap your arms around his neck. âmm⊠iâve missed you all day.â you confess. katsuki simply hums in response with a loose arm around your waist. you pull back just enough to see his face. âhm? is everything okay, baby?â you ask since heâs oddly quiet tonight.
âiâm fine. just tired and need a shower.â he says, placing a chaste kiss to your temple before pulling away to head into the shower.
you frown to yourself as you sit down to continue eating.
after a while he comes from the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips. âfuck, he looks so goodâ you thought to yourself. too bad heâs supposedly âtired.â
you sit on the couch, scrolling through your phone. but then you realize katsuki hasnât left your shared room ever since he went in to change. maybe he actually was tired?
you walk over to the door and open it, expecting to see a sleeping katsuki in bed.
but no.
you find your boyfriend doing one handed push ups even though he said he was tired! âkatsuki, what are you doing?â you ask, making him flinch just a bit since he hadnât noticed you come in. he pushes himself up from the floor to meet you face to face.
âwhat? iâm just doing a quick workout.â
âyou said you were tired though?â
âi am.â you immediately know heâs lying the second his eyes fleet from yours. âkatsuki whatâs going on? i hate it when you do this.â you say, and he knows. but heâs just too damn stubborn to be open.
âitâs ridiculous, just leave me alone.â he says turning away from you. âi wonât, idiot. look at me.â you demand, placing your hand on his shoulder to make him face you.
once he turns, his gaze moves to the side of the room, arms crossed around his chest. âyou⊠you were cheating on me in a dream, okay? it just pissed me off is all.â
what?
you had been feeling needy all day and when your boyfriend finally gets home, he wants to act like this? because you cheated in a dream?!
âare you fucking serious right now, katsuki?â you ask, feeling a bit of anger flow through your body. he rolls his eyes, âthatâs why i didnât wanna tell you. i knew youâd be pissed.â
âthe only reason why iâm pissed is because iâve been wanting to get fucked all day, but youâve been gone and now youâre acting like an ass!â
he freezes, thinking back on how youâve been so needy for him all day. the guilt hits him like a punch to his gut, but he doesnât let that showânot completely.
âfuck⊠mâsorry, alright? just⊠donât get all bitchy.â he takes a few steps towards you, placing his hands on your waist.
âbitchy? are you kidding me, kats? youâre the one whoâs acting like a bitch right now.â you scoff, biting back with no hesitation. âalright, alrightâ fine. youâre not being bitchy, kay? how about i just treat you now⊠you know, for acting like an asshole.â
it was a great proposition. of course you wanted to be treated, but you were still so pissed with katsuki that you had to deal with your need some other way. âalright, but since you wanna be bitchy, youâve gotta be my little bitch tonight, baby.â
his face scrunches up in slight disgust. âbe your bitchâ? baby, you must be crazy if you think iâm gonna do that.â
âmmâ fuck, quit thatâŠâ bakugo groans out as you ride him. âiâll do whatever i want, kats. now quit acting like a brat and stay still.â you move your hips in a circle, your cum and his sloshing on your guysâ pubic bones. âgoddd, youâre so annoying when yâyou get like this.â
âhm? is that whimpering i hear?â your lips lift into a faint smirk, feeling the satisfaction of his submissiveness. âshut uppp⊠so goddamnââ he was about to say something else, but then you clench around his cock on purpose, then lift your hips up and down.
âfuuuck, youâre filling me so good, kats.â his head falls back onto the pillow, hands on your hips in an attempt to guide you. âgod, i fucking hate this⊠but you feel so good, baby.â bakugo murmurs as he feels another load of cum ready to shoot out.
every time you bounce in his cock, (craazyyy styleee) it slides in and out so easily. your slick and oozing pussy has never been so wet before. maybe dominating was your new thingâŠ? the sight of him looking so fucked, and the noises heâs been making makes you feel insane.
âyouâre so pretty like this, babyâŠâ you lean down to kiss his swollen lips, and he lets your tongue slide in easily. you continue to let your tongues swim against each other, and swallow each otherâs moans while never stopping your pace.
thwack thwack thwack!
your hips continued to pound against each otherâs, making bakugo feel like heâs on cloud nine. âfuck, baby. iâm so deep in your pussy. you feel so fucking perfect, been missing this.â his words tumble from his lips before he can even think.
your thighs start to burn and your pace decreases, absolutely inevitable. you always try to be dominant, but it always ends up with bakugo finishing it. âgetting tired, cutie?â a lopsided smirk crawls onto his sweaty face. ânâno, mâfine, just shut up for once.â
you continue to grind your hips down on his, but itâs weak. so, bakugo flips the both of you around and starts drilling into you. his forearms rest on either side of your head as he pounds into that sweet spot of yours. âfuuck, katsâ! sooo goodâŠâ
âyou like that, babe? you like it when i fuck my cock so deep inside you?â he emphasizes his words with a deep thrust, his pelvis hitting your perky clit just right. âdamn it, katsâ itâs soo good, i love it so much. i love your cock, baby.â
itâs pretty pathetic how you tried to be so dominating, but ended up under him and letting him fill you up to the brim. âfuckk,â he groans as you clench around him when he bottoms out once again. âso close for you, baby. doing so well for me, hm?â
you nod, feeling tears prickle at the edge of your eyes. âplease, can i cum?â you whimper out, hoping that heâll let you meet your climax. âhmm, i dunno. i thought you were holding the reins tonight, babe? got cold feet?â your hand meets his chest in a weak slap.
âdonât be such an ass, kâkats! iâve been waiting all day⊠please.â his gaze softens just slightly at your words before he finally nods. âalright, baby. let go for me. wanna see you soak and milk my damn cock.â
with his approval, you finally let go. your juices splatter all over the sheets, his hips, and your thighs. and of course, he follows right after. his white, hot spurts of cum paint your insides. âfâfuck, so damn good.â he collapses on top of you, his hot breath against your collarbone.
ânext time⊠iâll show you, kats.â you say, referring to being able to make him your bitch. âyeahhh, i wanna see you try, cutie.â
a/n: ermmm this was lowkey butt, but i wanted to treat my baby @besototallyhonest đđ

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brooo my zuko fic did numbers compared to my others
improper use of fire bendingâŠ
zuko had been eating out your pussy for god knows how long.
your hands claw so hard on his hair that he might get bald spots, but letâs pray not. what would you grab onto whenever he ate your pussy? âfuck, baby⊠youâre so delicious.â zuko murmurs against your slick folds, his words sending vibrations to your swollen bud.
âmmâ! sâtoo much, zuko!â your legs shake around his head once he pulls another orgasm out of you. zuko pulls back slightly, licking your cum from his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
âyouâre amazing, honey,â he places soft kisses from your spent folds all the way to your face. his lips settle on yours and that tongue slides in so easily, making you taste yourself on his mouth. godâ this moment could pull another orgasm out of you.
he pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips. âlet me be inside you, baby. i know youâve got some more in you.â he moves to line up against your folds that are covered in your arousal.
you canât even say anything in response. youâre absolutely spent. but he already knows how much you loved to be fucked up.
you mumble a wobbly âmhmâ and he slowly dives in. the mixture of your cum and his pre has him sliding in easily. âshiiitt, baby. youâre so warm. can i try something?â
âmm?â you hum. âcan i warm you up from inside? i promise iâll be careful. you know iâll never hurt you.â he asks softly, making sure youâre comfortable with everything.
yet, his proposition makes a soft whimper escape your lips. âmâmhm, sounds good.â a small grin forms on his face when you say yes.
âiâll make you feel so good, baby.â he places his hand over your tummy bulge, the pressure of his hand against your stomach makes you moan.
before you can even mentally prepare yourself, you feel your tummy and guts suddenly feeling much warmer. zuko lets out a soft groan when he feels your walls all warm and covered around his dick.
âfuuuck, so so good, sweetie.â he starts to move, slow and deep at first but his pace quickens. âzuuukoo!â you exclaim, feeling yourself clench around him.
the feeling of your gripping pussy around his cock nearly made him cum. he got closer and closer which made you warmer and warmer.
the closer he got, the warmer you got because of his fire bending. you felt like you were on the beach during a warm, sunny day. ânghâshit, sweetie. gonna make you mine.â
youâre practically drooling with your eyes rolled back. pure overstimulation. the feeling of his cock, the noise of your hips slapping together, and his balls to your ass.
schlick schlick schlick!
youâre both sweating because of your hot body. your guts feel like theyâre on fire once he finally cums inside you. âfâfuuck, sâgood.â
you finally finish right after him with an obscene moan like youâre some pornstar.
zuko collapses on top of you once he knows that youâre finally satisfied. he presses soft kisses to your collarbone and neck.
âfeel good, honey? i didnât go too far, right?â zuko always knows how you like to be fucked, but he always needs some reassurance that youâre okay.
you nod, unable to speak from how fucked you are. zuko lifts his head, wiping away your drool from your face. you feel like an absolute mess.
your slick mixed with his cum drips down your ass and thighs. itâs splayed all over his hips and yours. youâre sweaty, your hairâs a mess, and you just feel disgusting overall.
but zuko always thinks youâre beautiful. the feeling of knowing that he was the one to make you like this, fills him up with happiness.
he pulls out with another soft groan, rolling over to settle beside you. âlove you, baby. so so much.â he kisses your temple, brushing strands away from your face.
you finally glance at him, the overstimulating feeling calming down. âlove you tooâŠâ you say with a small and tired smile.
© xstarlights 26â
a/n: you know i had to write abt zuko đ
improper use of fire bendingâŠ
zuko had been eating out your pussy for god knows how long.
your hands claw so hard on his hair that he might get bald spots, but letâs pray not. what would you grab onto whenever he ate your pussy? âfuck, baby⊠youâre so delicious.â zuko murmurs against your slick folds, his words sending vibrations to your swollen bud.
âmmâ! sâtoo much, zuko!â your legs shake around his head once he pulls another orgasm out of you. zuko pulls back slightly, licking your cum from his lips and wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
âyouâre amazing, honey,â he places soft kisses from your spent folds all the way to your face. his lips settle on yours and that tongue slides in so easily, making you taste yourself on his mouth. godâ this moment could pull another orgasm out of you.
he pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips. âlet me be inside you, baby. i know youâve got some more in you.â he moves to line up against your folds that are covered in your arousal.
you canât even say anything in response. youâre absolutely spent. but he already knows how much you loved to be fucked up.
you mumble a wobbly âmhmâ and he slowly dives in. the mixture of your cum and his pre has him sliding in easily. âshiiitt, baby. youâre so warm. can i try something?â
âmm?â you hum. âcan i warm you up from inside? i promise iâll be careful. you know iâll never hurt you.â he asks softly, making sure youâre comfortable with everything.
yet, his proposition makes a soft whimper escape your lips. âmâmhm, sounds good.â a small grin forms on his face when you say yes.
âiâll make you feel so good, baby.â he places his hand over your tummy bulge, the pressure of his hand against your stomach makes you moan.
before you can even mentally prepare yourself, you feel your tummy and guts suddenly feeling much warmer. zuko lets out a soft groan when he feels your walls all warm and covered around his dick.
âfuuuck, so so good, sweetie.â he starts to move, slow and deep at first but his pace quickens. âzuuukoo!â you exclaim, feeling yourself clench around him.
the feeling of your gripping pussy around his cock nearly made him cum. he got closer and closer which made you warmer and warmer.
the closer he got, the warmer you got because of his fire bending. you felt like you were on the beach during a warm, sunny day. ânghâshit, sweetie. gonna make you mine.â
youâre practically drooling with your eyes rolled back. pure overstimulation. the feeling of his cock, the noise of your hips slapping together, and his balls to your ass.
schlick schlick schlick!
youâre both sweating because of your hot body. your guts feel like theyâre on fire once he finally cums inside you. âfâfuuck, sâgood.â
you finally finish right after him with an obscene moan like youâre some pornstar.
zuko collapses on top of you once he knows that youâre finally satisfied. he presses soft kisses to your collarbone and neck.
âfeel good, honey? i didnât go too far, right?â zuko always knows how you like to be fucked, but he always needs some reassurance that youâre okay.
you nod, unable to speak from how fucked you are. zuko lifts his head, wiping away your drool from your face. you feel like an absolute mess.
your slick mixed with his cum drips down your ass and thighs. itâs splayed all over his hips and yours. youâre sweaty, your hairâs a mess, and you just feel disgusting overall.
but zuko always thinks youâre beautiful. the feeling of knowing that he was the one to make you like this, fills him up with happiness.
he pulls out with another soft groan, rolling over to settle beside you. âlove you, baby. so so much.â he kisses your temple, brushing strands away from your face.
you finally glance at him, the overstimulating feeling calming down. âlove you tooâŠâ you say with a small and tired smile.
© xstarlights 26â
a/n: you know i had to write abt zuko đ
personal space means nothing to jinshi
you had just come back from your long shift at the hospital. after many surgeries, family members and patients crying, sneezes, coughs, and even bodily fluidsâyou were absolutely beat and done for the day.
toeing off your shoes at the entrance, you notice jinshiâs shoes. âhe mustâve gotten off of work earlyâ you think.
your suspicions are immediately confirmed once you hear a voice. a very sweet, yet too loud for your current mood one.
your sweet, loving, and clingy husband jinshi.
âhooonnneeyyyy? is that you?â he calls out sweetlyâhow he usually would. yet, youâre not in the mood for it. âmhm,â you hum tiredly. âitâs me, ji.â
jinshi had been feeling needy ever since you left for work that morning. he even had to rub a quick one off before heading to work.
jinshi peeks his head out from the corner, and his gaze falls to your tired faceâbut of course that doesnât stop jinshi. âaww,â he coos. âis my baby all tired?â
he stops in front of you, cupping your face to smother kisses all over it. âiâll take it all away so we canââ he cuts himself off once he feels your hands around his wrists.
pulling them off your face.
âiâm so exhausted, ji. i want to be alone.â you walk past him, putting your jacket and bag in the closet as he stand there frozen. shocked.
sure, you had gotten into your moods here and there. but youâd never push him away so harshly. jinshi turns to look at you, looking like some sort of kicked puppy.
âi⊠iâm sorry, honey. do you need anything? iâll start a bathâor make dinner?â you shake your head, already moving towards the bathroom to take a shower.
about 30 minutes later, you emerge from the showerâfeeling all clean and satisfied. jinshi glances up from the bed once you enter the room, his signature puppy pout on his face. of course you feel bad for being rude towards him, but today had not been your day.
âfeeling better, sweetie?â he asks, his voice much quieter and softer than before. you nod and change into some more comfortable clothes, then head out to start on some dinner.
after a while of cheffing it up in the kitchen, jinshi eventually exits the room and drags himself over to you. despite knowing youâre not in the moodâhe still takes his chance to wrap his arms loosely around your waist and place my chin on your shoulder.
he hopes that maybe your shower had calmed you down.
and it did.
you just still felt nonverbal and wanted to be alone.
âwhat are you making, hon?â he sniffs in the delicious scent of dinner.
âpesto pasta,â you reply. it was probably the easiest yet still tasty thing you could make after such a long day. âsâthere enough for me?â he asks and you nod. you normally tend to relax under jinshiâs embrace, but you still werenât feeling like it.
jinshi on the other hand had been growing pretty antsy. with a big huff, he nips at your bare shoulderâsoothing it with his tongue. âmmâjinshi!â you exclaimed.
âwhat? youâre being quite annoying tonight.â he bites back, regretting his words but doesnât back down. âannoying? jinshi, iââ youâre cut off once his mouth finds your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses all over it.
âjâjinshiâquit that!â the wooden spoon that you were holding drops onto the pan. you hold yourself against the oven handle, feeling your knees go slightly weak.
âiâve been wanting you before i even left the house this morning. then you just come in all tired,â he pauses marking up your neckâthe heat of anger slowly dissipating. âi know iâm acting like a jackass. iâm sorry. i just really want you right now.â his fingers move to your chin to lift your head so you meet his gaze.
âplease, baby?â
your entire body softens when you look at his eyes. fuck, he always looked so good when heâs needy. knowing you and how you react, jinshi latches onto your neck again.
you turn the stove off and turn in his arms, tilting your head back just enough to give him more access. âjinshi, fuckâfeels so goodâŠâ you softly gasp when his warm tongue settles on your cold neck.
âyou taste so perfect, baby. god, i love you so much.â jinshi pulls away just enough so his lips meet yours. he kisses you just like how he did with your neck.
nipping at your bottom lip, letting his tongue swim against yours. he groans against your mouth, sending vibrations through you which make you feel like your seeing stars.
you pull back after a while, but jinshi chases after your lipsâyet he falls short after realizing how much he needs a breather as well.
âyouâre so perfect, honey. iâll do anything you want.â he states, suddenly realizing that he might be kind of selfish for fulfilling his needs and not making sure this is exactly what you want.
cause who knows? maybe you just wanted to have a chill night with him and vent about your day. but after all of that? thereâs no way youâre stopping there.
âanything?â
© xstarlights 26â
a/n: do we want part 2 guys đ«Ł
personal space means nothing to jinshi
you had just come back from your long shift at the hospital. after many surgeries, family members and patients crying, sneezes, coughs, and even bodily fluidsâyou were absolutely beat and done for the day.
toeing off your shoes at the entrance, you notice jinshiâs shoes. âhe mustâve gotten off of work earlyâ you think.
your suspicions are immediately confirmed once you hear a voice. a very sweet, yet too loud for your current mood one.
your sweet, loving, and clingy husband jinshi.
âhooonnneeyyyy? is that you?â he calls out sweetlyâhow he usually would. yet, youâre not in the mood for it. âmhm,â you hum tiredly. âitâs me, jin.â
jinshi had been feeling needy ever since you left for work that morning. he even had to rub a quick one off before heading to work.
jinshi peeks his head out from the corner, and his gaze falls to your tired faceâbut of course that doesnât stop jinshi. âaww,â he coos. âis my baby all tired?â
he stops in front of you, cupping your face to smother kisses all over it. âiâll take it all away so we canââ he cuts himself off once he feels your hands around his wrists.
pulling them off your face.
âiâm so exhausted, ji. i want to be alone.â you walk past him, putting your jacket and bag in the closet as he stand there frozen. shocked.
sure, you had gotten into your moods here and there. but youâd never push him away so harshly. jinshi turns to look at you, looking like some sort of kicked puppy.
âi⊠iâm sorry, honey. do you need anything? iâll start a bathâor make dinner?â you shake your head, already moving towards the bathroom to take a shower.
about 30 minutes later, you emerge from the showerâfeeling all clean and satisfied. jinshi glances up from the bed once you enter the room, his signature puppy pout on his face. of course you feel bad for being rude towards him, but today had not been your day.
âfeeling better, sweetie?â he asks, his voice much quieter and softer than before. you nod and change into some more comfortable clothes, then head out to start on some dinner.
after a while of cheffing it up in the kitchen, jinshi eventually exits the room and drags himself over to you. despite knowing youâre not in the moodâhe still takes his chance to wrap his arms loosely around your waist and place my chin on your shoulder.
he hopes that maybe your shower had calmed you down.
and it did.
you just still felt nonverbal and wanted to be alone.
âwhat are you making, hon?â he sniffs in the delicious scent of dinner.
âpesto pasta,â you reply. it was probably the easiest yet still tasty thing you could make after such a long day. âsâthere enough for me?â he asks and you nod. you normally tend to relax under jinshiâs embrace, but you still werenât feeling like it.
jinshi on the other hand had been growing pretty antsy. with a big huff, he nips at your bare shoulderâsoothing it with his tongue. âmmâjinshi!â you exclaimed.
âwhat? youâre being quite annoying tonight.â he bites back, regretting his words but doesnât back down. âannoying? jinshi, iââ youâre cut off once his mouth finds your neck, placing sloppy wet kisses all over it.
âjâjinshiâquit that!â the wooden spoon that you were holding drops onto the pan. you hold yourself against the oven handle, feeling your knees go slightly weak.
âiâve been wanting you before i even left the house this morning. then you just come in all tired,â he pauses marking up your neckâthe heat of anger slowly dissipating. âi know iâm acting like a jackass. iâm sorry. i just really want you right now.â his fingers move to your chin to lift your head so you meet his gaze.
âplease, baby?â
your entire body softens when you look at his eyes. fuck, he always looked so good when heâs needy. knowing you and how you react, jinshi latches onto your neck again.
you turn the stove off and turn in his arms, tilting your head back just enough to give him more access. âjinshi, fuckâfeels so goodâŠâ you softly gasp when his warm tongue settles on your cold neck.
âyou taste so perfect, baby. god, i love you so much.â jinshi pulls away just enough so his lips meet yours. he kisses you just like how he did with your neck.
nipping at your bottom lip, letting his tongue swim against yours. he groans against your mouth, sending vibrations through you which make you feel like your seeing stars.
you pull back after a while, but jinshi chases after your lipsâyet he falls short after realizing how much he needs a breather as well.
âyouâre so perfect, honey. iâll do anything you want.â he states, suddenly realizing that he might be kind of selfish for fulfilling his needs and not making sure this is exactly what you want.
cause who knows? maybe you just wanted to have a chill night with him and vent about your day. but after all of that? thereâs no way youâre stopping there.
âanything?â
© xstarlights 26â
a/n: do we want part 2 guys đ«Ł

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avdol x nurse!reader
a/n: based on this req and art is @/jettyblaze on x. could be gn!reader?
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avdol x nurse!reader
a/n: based on this req and art is @/jettydaze on x. could be gn!reader?