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hotdamnhunnam · 3 years

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He Calls Me Honey Tits

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: Here’s the third and last part of you and Arthur being lovers during his time in the whorehouse! In which this cheeky bastard slathers honey on your tits and teases you and pleases you until you’ve never been so damn aroused 🙃🍯💦

Pairing: King Arthur x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, Brothel Boy Arthur being a cheeky little shit (licking honey off your tits, eating you out and denying you his dick until you beg for it)

Word Count: ~2.2k

… Continued from Part 2 [Read Here]

“How may I be of service, honeybee?”

The beaming blue-eyed bastard leads you to his bedchamber and softly shuts the door. Though he’s the brothel boy it feels like you’re the whore. You’re far more smitten in his presence than you want to be.

Sensing the indignation fuming off your body, Arthur smirks as if it’s funny. “Anybody ever told you that you’re lovely when you’re huffy?”

Suddenly, your cunt lips feel swollen and puffy. Slick as if this cheeky thief had dipped his finger in your honey. Try to stay composed and classy. “You can’t work your charms to get your petty crime past me. This is about the money.”

“But of course it is. Just business.” Arthur winks and it’s without a doubt the wickedest shit you have ever witnessed.

Keep your wits before he sucks you deeper into this—whatever this shit is. “You said that we could meet at your place to sort out the fucking payment. Here I am to fucking claim it.”

“Ohh, she bites,” he taunts like he has any right. “Such nasty language from a mouth so nice. Love, what’s your price? Just name it.”

“I am not your love!” you furiously huff.

“Not yet. But I’d bet just the thought has got your honeypot all wet.”

Did he just—he just—sweet mother of Jesus—

“Mmm, I’d love a taste,” he teases. Sea-blue gaze mirrors the lust that’s written all across your face. “Can’t let such honey go to waste.”

“You’ve stolen quite enough already, I daresay.”

His voice is steady, yet his cock is raging madly as he steps so close that you can almost feel it. “Didn’t steal it. You just let it slip away.”

All your dignity and self-restraint, that is. Such is the picture that his passionate words paint; he’s driving you to fucking madness. Sheer destruction through seduction is this little bastard’s favorite game to play. And he won’t stop until he’s buried in your honeypot today.

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Just how this sweet sticky mess ended up spread all across your tits, you can’t quite say.

Fuck it. You’re naked on the boy-whore’s bed with honey slathered on your bare breasts and your cunt is dripping buckets. Blue eyes own you where you lay. Somehow the bastard has convinced you that for what he stole from you today at market, shameless pleasure is the best way to repay.

The session started with a fight over the jar that he had thieved. He taunted you until he wanted you more than he could believe. More than his station in this house even allows. Voices raised, daggers from your gaze. Aroused. Amazed.

Saw how his thirst aligned with yours, as shouts and hisses flung between you turned to roars, and pinned you down onto the bed with feral force. Paused to make certain you were both on the same page. A man of care and caution though the beast in him may rage.

And here and now with words unspoken that blue gaze of his explores. Impales you to the core, seeks out your secret inner whore. All set to free her from your inhibitions’ cage. The truth of you that any other man including your own lawfully wedded pig always ignores.

Do you want to fucking engage?

Of fucking course.

And so you do. Fire and water all at once, this man’s effect upon your cunt, flaming and fluid. This is what true pleasure is, you think as he attacks heavy and hot. Slut for the once and future king of fucking Camelot. Already his, as he claims your lips in a cataclysmic kiss, crashing together in a spell of breathless bliss.

He tastes of courage. Hunger, unfed all the stronger. Poor boy forced to live on stolen scraps and half-full bowls of porridge. Forced to fight and fuck and forage. Forge his way through filth without the faintest clue his royal blood doesn’t belong here. Here with you he’s poor no longer.

First few minutes of your time spent in his bed the boy-whore shatters you to bits.

And now you’re here with stolen honey smeared across your naked tits.

You gasp a giddy laugh at how ridiculous this funny business is. “You cheeky little shit!”

He smirks and lets the now half-empty jar of honey clatter to the floor. Hovering over you all set to make damn sure... that you will always and forever be his filthy little whore. “You know you fucking love it, honey tits.”

No fucking use denying it.

Arthur as well had stripped his shirt off earlier, in those first few seconds of this passionate blur, so you can see and feel the sculpted muscles of his abdomen and chest. He is a god and nothing less. Those chiseled ridges rub against your honey-covered skin and make a fucking mess. His mouth descends deliciously on yours again as skillful hands knead at the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Sweet little goddess,” he breathes out amidst the kisses and it’s too much to be honest. King among men making you feel like his queen. “Swear you’re the loveliest damn thing I’ve ever seen. The loveliest.”

The purity—he’s doing you so dirty, loving you so clean. Feel you belong here with him surely, more than anywhere on earth you’ve ever been.

Your fingers fist twined in his glorious gold locks. Hips bucking frantic to seek friction up against the fucking hard bulge of his cock. Still sheathed in cloth as he’s not yet disrobed his lower half, to free his raging shaft—likely to burst right through the fabric since he’s so massive and solid as a rock.

With every second that huge cock of his grows harder, taking your desire farther. Inner slut escapes the cage that he’s unlocked.

“Ughh—fuck me, Arthur...” you cry out, needy and loud, all honey-smothered, hot and bothered. “Fuck...”

His focus shifts off of your lips down to your neck and then your chest and suddenly he starts to suck.

Your mouth gapes wide to make a sound but has no luck.

Choking on air as you surrender to his touch. He’s just too much. Soft lips squeeze tight around your nipple, slurping honey as it dribbles. Grinds the stiffness of his meat against the wet heat of your crotch. Glittering blue eyes glance at you beneath the gold fringe of his lashes, as your body throbs and thrashes. Getting off on the effect he has because he loves to watch.

You moan and whimper, one breast lavished in attention from his slick tongue while he works the other with his skillful fingers. Swipes his thumb across your stiff peak as he teases at the other with the pearl ridge of his teeth until your senses fall apart. “Please, Art...”

The bastard chuckles in a breathy little huff. “Don’t worry, love. Promise I’ll fuck you good and hard,” he reassures you meaning it with all his heart. “Just thought I’d better whet my appetite to start.”

Of course he’d crack a stupid fucking pun, while you’re coming undone. Scrapes his enormous bulge against your aching cunt, with a deep grunt, reminding you what you both want. How hard he’s gotten and how wet you are. You’re seeing fucking stars.

Flattens his tongue against the valley of your cleavage now to slobber up the sugary gold mess that’s gathered there. Licks slowly upward as he owns you with the bright blue of his stare. Honey spreads all across his trimmed blonde beard and sweetens every hair.

Of all the men upon this earth no one has ever been so fair.

Dips in the hollow of your throat, and you damn well nearly explode.

And then those luscious lips are back on yours again. Lose track of where your breathing ends and his begins.

The taste of honey should be overwhelming sweet, but something sweeter yet sparks into being where your soul and his so intimately meet. The hunger only this can feed. Each on the road to being everything the other ever needs. Perhaps not so just yet, but in the moment you first met, he’d planted that passionate seed.

Already want him now to plant another seed deep in your hole. Already know that someday he will fill that role.

But not today—today is all about pure pleasure and the game he came to play.

To claim you as his whore in every goddamned way.

Between kisses you plead with him although it’s such a struggle now to talk. “Please, Arthur—fuck...”

He snickers. That majestic bulge of his harder, and bigger. “Mmm, so pretty when you’re begging for my cock.”

Those words—the sheer filth has you so aroused it hurts—you shut your eyes for fear they’ll pop out of your sockets.

He reminds you now of how you had denied him when he’d asked you for a sample of your product. Shut that door and tried to lock it. On his own terms he had gotten his hands on it, taking what he wanted. Dirty and dishonest. “Wouldn’t let me taste your sweet honey at market. Seems I’ll have to steal that pleasure from your honeypot myself before I fuck it.”

Oh, that’s obscene—wait, does he mean—what—shit...

Upon the bed he shifts, sudden and swift, a blaze of sex, until his lust-crazed gaze is level with the slick between your legs. And that’s when the truth of it hits.

Young Arthur’s hunger for your cunt is even stronger than his hunger for your tits.

The two of you have kissed and licked most of the honey from each other’s mouths by now so that his tongue is mostly clean. And that’s exactly as he wants it so that he can taste the flavor of his lovely future queen.

He’s a complete whore for your flavor. Buries his beautiful face deep in your folds like every precious drop was made for him to savor. All at once delicate yet dominant, as he feasts on your cunt. Art makes an art of it, worshipping every part of it.

Your wetness glistens as it gushes out across his gorgeous features from the second he descends; and yet with him the peak of pleasure’s not the end. Rather the very fucking start of it.

You shout his name, loud without shame, your inner slut unleashed with only him to blame. Your body and soul absolutely his to claim. The stolen honey and the money were just all part of the game; he knows that this is why you came.

Needless to say you need his cock inside you now but he intends to make you beg. He could spend days continuing to feed facedown between your legs.

One of his hands has wandered down to his own crotch to give himself the stimulation he deserves, now as two fingers of his other hand are pumping in your hole, while he devours your cunt whole, lips latching tight around your tender bud of nerves.

Your thousandth wave of pleasure rolls. Scream for his cock until he’s finally stripped himself naked and mounts you with his rippled muscles pressed against your curves.

And now at last uses your body for the purpose it was put on earth to serve.

Your tight hot cunt is so completely fucking soaked, he nearly chokes and almost spills his load inside of you at his first fucking stroke.

Catches his breath and bites his tongue, knowing he can’t hold off for long. Till now he’s never known true home. The women of this brothel housed him and raised him since he was young, yet though he’s grateful for their love he never quite seemed to belong. With you he does as though he’s been here all along. Feels like the whole world is his kingdom. Kingdom finally fucking come.

You’re feeling everything the same. Someday his queen for now his filthy little slut. The flood. The flame. The fluid heat as you’re split open on this man’s majestic meat until you feel his power beating in your blood. The beast in each of you untamed. Such fucking force. His power is all fucking yours. Of fucking course.

Kisses you long and deep and hard, until the white hot bliss that’s burning through him shatters into shards.

Pulls out in time to take his meat in his own fist and spray his seed across your stomach and your chest. Painting you like a work of art. Pearly white gleams against the honey gold that still clings to the soft skin of your breasts. Just from the feel of being coated in his load your throbbing cunt pulses until it falls apart, convulses in a rush of pleasure rooted somewhere in your slutty little heart. You’ve never felt so fucking blessed. Of all the moments of your life to date this is without a doubt the fucking best.

Yet this is all just how it starts. Your days here in the boy-whore’s bed have just begun and you don’t doubt he’ll take you to new heights of ecstasy for all the fucking rest.

He’s feeling everything the same. Smiles and calls you by your name—honey tits.

Knows you fucking love it. Though at first you’d claimed the reason for this visit was just business... clearly that’s not what this is. Business has turned to pleasure just as you both wanted it.

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Professor Neville:D

So reader makes Neville jealous by flirting with her classmates infront of him so he fuck her hard

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

UGHH PLEASE THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FUN

Neville knew being with the bird was wrong. If he were in any other situation, dating someone two years your junior wouldn't have been a bad problem, in fact no one would bat an eye. However, when that person two years your junior is your student, that's truly when the issue arises.

He didn't mean for it to happen, he truly didn't. Life always has different plans and now a year later after a rushed confession towards the end of the year and a summer spent together, him and (Y/n) were absolutely mad for each other. And when you're in love with someone, you'll go to any length to keep that love safe and thriving.

Sometimes she did catch him off guard though. Like the time she wore her skirt from first year, claiming that the reason she adorned the skimpy little thing was because she 'thought it was her usual one', or the time she took full advantage of his snacks allowed in class policy, sucking and licking along the pretty red sucker. It wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't sit in the seat directly in front of his desk, and it also wouldn't have been a problem if it weren't for the little noises she made under her breath. Neville never said anything though.

He knew it'd be inappropriate as her superior to say anything, after all there wasn't anything that was explicitly sexual about her actions. What would he say even, "Hey seeing your pretty little ass hang halfway out that skirt is giving me a raging stiffy during class."? That sounded like a one way ticket to losing his job, which was the last thing he wanted to do. So he let her get away with it, pretending her petty little actions didn't affect him.

"Alright, I think it's about time we start." Neville said, causing the class to come to a standstill, turning their attention to the front of the room. "Can anyone tell me what this flower is? I'll give you a hint, it's said to be the most beautiful of any known recorded record of flowers."

"Although (L/n) is the most beautiful girl in the class, she's not a flower. Is that what you're on about Professor Longbottom?" Jax said loudly from the middle of the room, causing the class to break out in giggles and whispers. He watched as the girl turned around to face the boy, giving him a small smile.

"How come? I think I'm very flower-like." she pouted at Jax, eyeing him closely. She watched as the boy leaned forward, a smirk present on his face.

"Y'know, you may be onto something love. You are like a flower, delicate, beautiful, and I bet you're real easy to make fall apart to." a chorus of 'ooo's sounded around the class as the boy finished causing Neville to clear his throat.

"That's enough class, I wasn't referring to Miss (L/n). No offense, you're a very lovely girl. However, Jax, this flower up here on my desk is the one I'm talking about!" He clasped his hand's together, stepping to the side to give the class a better view. He smiled as they looked upon it with wonder, noises of amazement fluttering around the class. As they were distracted, his eyes flickered to her. His felt a bit of warmth spread on his cheeks as he watched her (e/c) eyes examine the flower a mere foot away from her.

"Well, all of you will be responsible for taking care of one of these for the rest of the week." He paused as they all groaned, liking the appreciating part but not the actual caring of the plant. "Let me finish next time guys! There's two pros to this. One, you can choose a partner that you want and two, if you write a poem about how the flower makes you feel you won't have any homework for your Literature class." He rolled his eyes at the cheers, dismissing them to go pair off. Although most people went to their usuals, what he wasn’t expecting was for (Y/n) to pair off with Jax, considering she’d usually pair with her best friend who sat right next to her. He shot the girl a look causing her to shrug, not knowing what her best friend was up to either.

'Don't overthink it, I'm sure it's nothing.' He thought to himself as he walked around the greenhouse as he made sure each pair were on the right track. As he neared (Y/n)'s desk, he couldn't help but eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Boyfriend? I'm sure he doesn't fuck you as well as I could, does he?" He heard the boy mutter as he leaned closer to her ear, using a few fingers to brush some of her hair back. Neville watched the sight unfold from the corner of his eye, trying to not lose it on the spot. (Y/n) was a very calm and capable girl. She would make the right choices, right? Wrong. The girl was also the minx with the slyness of a fox. He watched as she giggled, twirling her hair along her finger. That was the final straw for Neville. What should he do? How could he handle her without making it obvious. A metaphorical lightbulb appeared above his head.

“Alright, in order to give you and your partner's time to work on the project, you all are free to leave for the rest of the hour.” He watched as the students began to flood from the room, gripping (Y/n)’s arm as she tried sneaking out. Luckily for him, she was also the last student which prompted him to lock the door behind her. “Except for you Mrs.(L/n). It seems you need some extra lessons on how to behave. What a shame you’ll be giving up your free period to spend time with me.” He whispered against the back of her neck before lifting her, setting her down on his desk. She gave him a sultry look before wrapping her arms around his neck.

“A shame indeed.”

ANNND part 2 will be up eventually my back hurts rn and I'm sleepy so use your imagination till then LMAO

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sapphirestarxx · 4 years

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Through the Night

Chapter 7

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Kagome groaned as she awoke, already wishing she was back asleep again. Waking up was a mistake. Drinking as much as she had last night had been a mistake. She couldn’t even remember how much alcohol she had had...she was scared to see the bill she had run up at the club. Speaking of remembering, she couldn’t even really remember last night either. It was all kind of a vague blur.

Opening her eyes was a decision she immediately regretted and she was unable to control her wince. She stared at the ceiling and it felt like the room was spinning. It was so bright. The blinds...she needed to close the blinds. But that meant she had to get out of bed and the thought of moving made her stomach heave. Oh God, she felt awful. Her mouth and throat were so dry she could barely swallow and suddenly the need for water was all-consuming. Forcing her eyes open again she blinked against the light of morning and she became aware of the fact that she wasn’t alone in her bedroom.

“Hey.” Inuyasha greeted her and she rolled over to the sound of his voice. He was watching her intently with his bright gold eyes, sitting at the side of her bed. What was he doing in her room while she slept? She tried to remember. The last thing she recalled was being incredibly pissed at him. Opening her mouth she tried to ask him what the hell he was doing there but all that came out was a croak. She was so damn thirsty. Her head hurt so bad. This had to be the worst hangover she had ever had.

Sitting up she grabbed at the glass of the water that was blessedly sitting on her nightstand and downed it all in one go. The cool liquid felt so good on her parched throat but the movement of sitting up had her stomach heaving again. She gagged, covering her mouth with a hand.

“Don’t feel so good, huh?” Inuyasha observed.

Kagome was sure he was speaking in a normal tone of voice but it sounded so loud to her ears. Everything was too much. She felt like death. This was all his fault, she decided. If he hadn’t gotten her so mad and then left without telling her she would never have drank herself into such a stupor. She turned a glare on him.

He didn’t look impressed but she imagined she probably didn’t cut a very intimidating figure at the moment. She didn’t care. She may not remember much of the night but she certainly remembered everything leading up to it.

“Why are you in my bedroom?” She finally managed.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“Obviously not.”

He sighed and looked torn between relief and disappointment.

“I figured that would be the case.” He said after a moment.

“You should probably leave. I bet I’m looking extra ugly right now.”

“Are you still mad about that??”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I apologized already!”

“Well I don’t remember it.”

“How is that my fault??!”

“This whole thing is your fault. Also if you’re going to raise your voice please leave...my head hurts so bad.” That last part came out more pitifully than she intended.

He huffed and crossed his arms but didn’t leave. “Fine. I’m sorry. Again. Alright? I didn’t mean any of what I said.”

“Right. You sound real sorry.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Please just go.”

“Well you weren’t so interested in getting me to go last night when you begged me to stay with you.”

Kagome froze at that, blushing, and her heart started beating faster from the anxiety those words caused. Oh God, what had she done last night?? Bits and pieces were starting to come back to her but when she tried to think too hard about the flashes of memory a sharp pain split through her head. Ughh.

“When I what??”

“That’s right, you heard me. You grabbed onto me and wouldn’t let me leave you.” He smirked as if her embarrassment was a victory for him. Asshole.

“W-well...I was obviously really drunk so you don’t have to worry about forcing yourself to stay with me anymore. I’m sober now so it’s fine. You can leave my useless ugly self in the care of Sango. I can call her and get her to take over looking after my safety.”

“I said I was sorry and that I. Didn’t. Mean. Any. Of. It!!” Inuyasha’s already short patience was wearing thin at this back and forth thing they had going. He had known she would likely be pissed again at him but this was ridiculous. How many fucking times did he have to apologize?

“Just because you didn’t mean it, doesn’t mean you didn’t say it.” She replied stubbornly. “You can’t take it back. That means that some part of you still thought it. So you can just forget anything that happened last night; I’m sorry I came onto you, but that’s obviously something you’d never even consider anyway. I don’t want you here out of guilt or pity."

“Fine! You’re being fucking impossible right now. And no, I’m not giving your care over to Sango so stop sayin’ that!”

Kagome opened her mouth to argue back but she retched instead and covered her mouth with her hands, trying not to throw up. This day was already sucking.

“Talk to me when you’re being reasonable!” Inuyasha snapped before leaving out of her window. He felt bad barking at her when she looked like she was going to be sick but talking to her right now was pointless. And she was pissing him off. Again.

Clearly she remembered nothing at all and worse, she wanted him to forget all of it. He couldn’t do that. Refused to do so. Even if she had been drunk at the time, she had expressed affection for him and pleaded with him to be with her. Stay with her. So he had. And here she thought it was out of fucking pity. Shit, why wouldn’t she just accept his apology and move on? Why was it always his fault?

Kagome watched his exit with regretful eyes and got her stomach back under control. Not being able to remember anything that was said or done last night coupled with her awful hangover had put her in a foul mood. She knew she was being stubborn and a little petty. Maybe Inuyasha had apologized but she hadn’t been ready to hear it. She was deeply hurt by his words.

Even so, it appeared he had brought her home and taken care of her, putting up with her ridiculous drunk requests when he hadn’t had to. Surely that meant something? She would talk to him later when her head stopped pounding. For the time being she was going to lay in bed some more, at least until the room decided to stop spinning and she didn’t feel the urge to throw up anymore. Possibly take a cleansing bath to clear her head, and then she could fix things between her and Inuyasha.

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Sango had three thoughts upon awakening: 1. No, just no, 2. Water, and 3. Oh God, oh God, what did I do last night??

The whole night was starting to come back to her as she laid in Miroku’s bed and tried to get her head to stop pounding. She was pretty sure the ceiling shouldn’t be spinning. Soon the need for water became too much and she forced herself to sit up. There was a full glass of water sitting on the nightstand and she vaguely remembered Miroku leaving it there for her. Bless that man.

Miroku. She couldn’t stop the cringe and blush as she remembered everything she had done and said last night. How was she going to face him? Maybe she could just lie back down and wait for herself to die of the embarrassment that was surely going to kill her.

Logically, she knew she couldn’t lie there all day. She had to get up at some point and when she did, Miroku would be outside the door and she would have to see him. Remembering the things she had told him, basically confessing the feelings she had tried so hard to keep to herself...it made her want to crawl into a hole. But that was nothing compared to when she had practically wrapped herself around him while half naked and had begged him, begged him, to sleep with her. That made her want to die. She covered her face with her hands.

There was only one thing she could do. Pretend she didn’t remember anything.

She didn’t know how long she laid there but it was long enough for the room to stop moving and her head to stop aching so much. Crawling out from under the covers she saw her bare legs and cringed again at the memory of the way she had walked up to him in nothing but his shirt. She also remembered the way he had looked at her, like he couldn’t believe his eyes, the heat and desire in them for her. And the way he had tried so hard to be a gentleman despite the way she had kept throwing herself at him.

Yeah, she was definitely pretending she didn’t remember anything.

Putting on the sweatpants she had foregone last night she finally ventured out the door. She needed to stop acting so nervous or she was going to give herself away. Once she felt she had herself and her face under control, she walked out into the living room. The beating of her heart at the sight of Miroku sitting on the couch wasn’t something she could possibly control, though. It was a struggle to keep her breathing even.

He looked up at her entrance and smiled. She tried to decipher what kind of smile it was then mentally shook herself. Overanalyzing his actions was not going to do her any good and would only make her more obvious.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” He greeted her.

“Like death.” She answered honestly.

“I bet.” He laughed. “How much do you remember of last night?”

“Nothing.” She replied a little too quickly and he looked at her closely. She swallowed nervously.

“Really?”

“Y-yeah.” She stammered out.

“So you don’t remember begging me to sleep with you?”

Oh God, oh God!!! He had brought it up. No, no, no, no. She should have expected this considering this was Miroku she was speaking to. Was it possible to die of embarrassment? Her control vanished as her face flushed and her eyes widened. For a moment she couldn’t make her mouth work and she just stared at him dumbly.

“You don’t mind if I put on some music do you?” He asked her, with a gleam in his eyes. Before she could respond he started playing Into You by Ariana Grande on his bluetooth speaker. Then he turned around to gauge her reaction.

Although the music wasn’t very loud the sound still rang sharply through her head and she grimaced. Ugh. The memories of the way she had pressed herself into him as she danced with him and sang the lyrics of the chorus to him surfaced in her mind. And her telling him that yes she was very into him. Between her humiliation and the headache she wondered if he was trying to kill her. Her face was burning and she still couldn’t find her voice to speak.

“I-I what?” She finally managed to ask.

“This isn’t ringing any bells?” Miroku returned.

“Wh-why would it?” Sango lied.

Miroku knew it was probably a little mean to be messing with her like this but she was definitely lying and he couldn’t help but poke at her a bit. Of course, he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to admit remembering. He imagined she had to be dying inside of embarrassment from her actions and the things she had let slip. He had thought she was adorable, although holding himself back from throwing her against the wall and having his way with her after the way she had begged him was probably one of the hardest things he had ever done.

Still, she had revealed a lot of things she probably hadn’t been ready for him to hear. Or admit to herself. It was only natural that she would try to backpedal the whole situation. Miroku wasn’t about to let her do it without a fight, though.

“You can rest assured your modesty stayed intact. Well, mostly. It was hard turning you down, though.” Miroku winked at her.

Of course, Sango remembered the whole thing, the way he had held back and the way she had almost cried at his seeming rejection. Mortifying didn’t begin to cover it. But she was committed to acting like she didn’t remember anything despite the fact that she had a feeling Miroku knew she was lying. The man was way too good at reading people.

“O-oh. I’m surprised you let such a golden opportunity slip through your fingers.” She tried to joke but it came out lamely.

“Oh it was beyond tempting. But I would never take advantage of you; I care about you too much. And anyways, I can wait ‘til you come to me sober.” Miroku replied honestly, saying the last part teasingly.

Sango breathed a sigh of relief that he had seemed to finally drop the topic of her remembering last night. Even though she definitely recalled him saying something similar the previous night she was still a little touched at his words. She was sure saying no to her had probably been very difficult for him.

“Thank you.” She said sincerely, taking his hand before she could think better of it. He gave it a squeeze, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.

“No thanks are needed. I did what any decent guy would do.” He gave a half smile. “Besides, I got to have a beautiful woman in my bed, even if I couldn’t share it with her. Not yet, anyways.”

Sango didn’t know what possessed her, or maybe she was still drunk from last night. But something compelled her to pull him to her with the grip she had on his hand and she kissed him.

Her lips pressed against his and they were as soft as she had imagined and much better than anything she had dreamed. She allowed herself one moment to revel in the feel of warmth spreading through her at the contact before pulling away. It was a quick press of lips that ended in the space between one breath and the next, giving Miroku no time at all to respond until it was already over.

The sound of her heart pounding echoed in her ears as she looked into his face and saw him looking at her in shock. And then it shifted to something else much more dangerous and heated. She tried to let go of his hand but he wouldn't release it. Her breath came faster as he started to pull her closer again.

"M-Miroku…"

"You're the one who kissed me."

"That...that was a thank you. D-don't let it go to your head!" The excuse sounded lame even to her own ears.

"Too late."

Although he wasn’t letting go of her hand she knew if she really wanted to she could pull away. He wouldn’t force anything on her that she didn’t want. And that was the problem-- she wanted him to kiss her-- but it would complicate things more than they already were. Maybe it was the release of all her pent up feelings last night or the way he had taken care of her when she was a drunken mess but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

Just as his lips were about to touch hers again his phone rang. Sango jerked as if coming back to reality and Miroku cursed the timing.

“You should probably get that!” Sango said in a rush before making some excuse about needing to take a shower and scurrying off. Dammit. He had been so close.

Miroku picked up his phone and saw it was his uncle calling.

“What is it?” He asked, unable to keep the annoyance from his voice at the interruption.

“Miroku! Boy, is that any way to speak to your uncle?” Mushin admonished from the other end of the line.

He closed his eyes, exhaling. His uncle was right; it wasn’t fair to take his frustration out on him. There was no way Mushin could have known what had been about to occur between him and Sango.

“I’m sorry, Uncle. Your call just came at an inopportune time.” He apologized. “What is it?”

“That’s better.” Mushin said, appearing to be mollified. “I called because I have some more information on that thing you came to speak to me about three weeks ago.”

“You mean the spellbook and the runes?” Miroku responded. His mind instantly shifted gears at his uncle's words.

"No, no, the other thing. Although I suppose they're connected. That dark priestess you told me about, Tsubaki was it?"

"Uncle, that was two weeks ago, not three, and that was a phone call."

"Oh, was it?"

"Have you been drinking again?"

"Only a few cups. I acquired some premium sake yesterday and it is simply divine."

Miroku would have made a comment about how it was eleven in the morning but that would have been pointless. Any time of day was good enough for drinking according to Mushin.

"Alright, what do you know about Tsubaki?"

"Not much more than you already do, but I found out the name of the shrine she belonged to before she went rogue and was shunned. It's in the next town over, called the Shikon Shrine. Lady Kaede is the Head Priestess there and she may have more information for you regarding Tsubaki. I spoke with her and told her to possibly expect a visit from you."

Well, that was something. Maybe this Lady Kaede could give some insight into Tsubaki. Anything was better than nothing at this point. They had nothing to go on currently as far as finding her.

"Thank you, Uncle. That visit definitely won't be today, though." Miroku said.

"Got something better to do?" Mushin inquired archly.

"Our two lovely ladies are currently nursing hangovers from last night." Miroku replied dryly.

"Ohoho, women after my own heart." Mushin chuckled in approval.

After a couple more exchanges Miroku ended the call and pulled out his laptop, sitting back down on the couch. He decided to look into it while Sango showered.

~☆~

Sango took her time in the shower and used it to think. Miroku had been about to kiss her and she had run away like an idiot. Honestly, the only person complicating things between them was her. She was the one being ridiculous and trying to deny her feelings and she didn't even know why anymore. There were no more good excuses. She needed to be honest about her feelings and what she wanted. It wasn't fair to Miroku, but more importantly, she owed it to herself.

At first it had been easy to write him off-- he was a flirt and she was just his latest conquest. All his comments about her appearance and body had helped support her theory, but the more time they spent together the more it became clear he also cared about her as a person. Between saving her life, putting up with her drunkenness last night, and a multitude of other things he had proven himself many times over to be worthy of her trust. It was time to finally be real and honest about what she wanted-- him. She wanted to be with him, in every sense of the word.

Although the shower was helping, her head was still aching. Ugh, she had let Kagome talk her into way too many shots last night and this was a conversation she wanted to have with a clear head. It was too important. She decided she would talk to him about everything tomorrow.

Just the thought of doing so was giving her anxiety and making her feel shy, which was crazy because she was sure he cared about her in the same ways. She didn’t know the full extent of his feelings for her but it wasn’t like she had to worry about being rejected. But talking about her feelings, particularly with the object of those feelings, was difficult for her. Still, she wanted to take this seriously.

Several minutes later she was dried off and dressed in some leggings and a fitted pink long-sleeved t-shirt. She walked out to the living room to see Miroku on the couch on his laptop. He looked up at her entrance. After a few moments he placed the laptop to the side and stood up, walking over to where she was standing. She hadn’t even realized she had frozen in place at the sight of him until he was standing in front of her.

“Uhm.” She said intelligently.

“So that was my uncle on the phone.” Miroku told her. He was looking at her way too closely and she swallowed nervously.

“Oh? What did he say?”

Miroku told her the conversation he had had with his Uncle Mushin and she was silent in thought.

“Yeah, we’ll have to go pay Lady Kaede a visit. Definitely not today, though.” Sango finally said, wincing again at another stabbing pain in her head. Ugh, she just wanted to lay down.

“I told him as much.” Miroku said, but he didn’t move from where he was standing. When she said nothing else he spoke again. “So, you kissed me.”

Her eyes flew to his face at those words. She knew she should say something but words escaped her.

“You said it was a thank you, but something tells me you don’t thank all your friends by kissing them.” Miroku continued when she said nothing.

“Uhm. I don’t.” Sango managed to reply.

“Sango, why did you really kiss me?”

She couldn’t blame him for asking but this conversation wasn’t one she wanted to have at the moment. She was still nauseous and she needed to take some ibuprofen for her headache because it was killing her. At the same time she didn’t want to lie about her feelings to him anymore, not after she had just resolved to be honest about them.

“Miroku, I…I actually really want to talk to you about that. Well, about everything. I-- I remember everything about last night.” She admitted and he raised his eyebrows at her admission. “But my head is killing me and all I want to do is lie down right now. Unless there’s a demon to fight, I don’t want to move at all. And this isn’t a conversation I want to have with you when I feel so awful. It’s too important. At least, it is to me. There’s...there’s a lot of things I want to say to you but please, can it wait until tomorrow?”

She looked at him almost nervously after her little speech and he looked surprised but there was a small smile playing across his lips at her words. A very knowing smile.

“That’s fine. On one condition.”

“Wh-what’s the condition?”

In answer he pulled her to him and kissed her, wrapping one arm around her waist while burying a hand in her hair. His lips moved against hers, firm but not too demanding, as he held her against him. To say she was surprised would be an understatement but she softened in his arms.

Her heart was racing and she could scarcely breathe as he kissed her senseless. Wrapping her arms around him in response, she held onto him as her knees went slightly weak and warmth bloomed in her chest at the slow and very thorough way his lips took hers. After several long moments he pulled away, capturing her bottom lip gently between his teeth before releasing it with one final kiss.

Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting a little as she continued to hold onto him. It took several breaths before she was positive her legs would support her again. He looked into her eyes and seemed satisfied with what he saw.

"Okay. Now we can wait until tomorrow."

“Oh.” She said, staring up at him.

“Oh?”

“It’s weird but it’s almost like I felt better when you were kissing me.” She said before she thought better of it. She blamed the way he had totally removed all the sense from her body with that kiss.

He chuckled a little bit at that, clearly trying to fight a grin. “If that’s the case, I’d be more than happy to be of assistance. I’m very okay with doing this all day.”

She blushed at that and pushed him away.

“Th-that’s not necessary!” She stammered. As tempting as that sounded she needed to rest and she wanted to have their talk before allowing anything further to happen between them. “Tomorrow!” She insisted.

“Alright, alright. Tomorrow.” He agreed. They released each other and he gave her a quick peck on the forehead. “Now go get some rest, my dear Sango.”

“Mm. That’s the plan.”

He went back to the couch and she got some ibuprofen from his medicine cabinet before returning to his bedroom and laying back down. Despite the way her head was pounding she felt oddly...happy and warmed from the inside out. They weren’t together-- not yet. But hopefully soon they could talk about whatever this was between them, once she slept off this awful hangover. Eventually the pills kicked in easing her headache and she managed to drift off to sleep again.

~☆~

Kagome finished her bath in the shrine’s cleansing pool and felt a million times better. She no longer felt the urge to vomit nor did her head threaten to kill her with the pounding headache pulsing at her temples anymore. The bath had been a good decision. It had helped to not only purify her physically but mentally as well.

All the events of the previous night had come back to her and she had a lot of conflicting feelings regarding it. The things she had done, the things she had said...to say she was nervous and embarrassed about facing Inuyasha would be putting it mildly. Oh God, the things she had done. He had hinted she had come on to him but she had had no idea exactly how...forward she had been. While it was true she could play it off as something she had done only because she was drunk, well...Inuyasha had told her he could smell lies. He would know the truth in an instant.

The last thing she had expected last night was for Inuyasha to have shown up at the club to take her home, although in retrospect she supposed she should have. It was just the sort of the bullheaded move for him to pull. And the way she had danced on him, hanging onto him, the things she had said...she cringed. Well, it was fine. She would get past the awkwardness somehow. Afterall, they still had to work together and he still had to protect her.

She was embarrassed at not only the things she had said and done but at the very immature way she had handled this morning. Inuyasha’s apology, while a little more rough than most, had been sincere and was among the many memories to come back to her. Of course, she had been hurt but it was time to clear the air between her and the dog demon.

She wrapped her yukata around herself and then the towel over that since the chill in the air was more present as autumn was now in full force. Shivering a little bit as she walked across the grounds, Kagome then entered the main residence again and dressed in clothing more appropriate for the season. She pulled on her most comfortable pair of jeans and a nice cream-colored sweater, then considered drying her hair before going in search of Inuyasha. In the end she decided against it; she wanted to speak to him as soon as possible.

While she probably should decide what she was going to say before she went looking for him, there was a sense of urgency dictating her actions. The need to fix things and reestablish the way things had been before was too important. She didn’t like how strained things were with them right now. It would be nice if last night had changed things between them for the better but she harbored no illusions on that front.

The idea of just continuing to act like she remembered nothing flitted through her mind briefly but she quickly discarded that thought. Now that all her memories were restored she was bound to let something slip, not to mention it would surely be obvious from the nervous way she would be acting and then he would ask about it. Might as well get everything out in the open so they could put this whole thing behind them.

Walking back outside she headed around back towards where the forest lay. She had no idea where he was but something told her he may have retreated to someplace more familiar to him after their fight this morning.

“Inuyasha!!” She called out, hoping he would hear and come.

After a couple minutes he appeared in front of her, dropping down from one of the trees at the edge of the forest. She felt absurdly pleased that she had been correct in her assumptions. With all the time they had been spending together it seemed she was getting to know him quite well.

“What?” He asked, giving her a look that was a mix between hostile and cautious, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Uhm.” Kagome said. She really should have planned this out before seeking him out. “Inuyasha, I’m...I’m sorry.”

At those words his demeanor relaxed and he uncrossed his arms.

“I don’t have to apologize again, do I?”

“No, no...I’m really sorry for the way I handled this morning. But, I was really hurt by your words yesterday, and the way you just left me without even saying anything.”

“Listen, words aren’t exactly my strong suit. Sometimes I say stuff without thinking, but let’s be clear about one thing-- protecting you may be my assigned duty but as crazy as it sounds I actually like being around you. I’m staying with you, got that? Not Sango.”

Kagome blushed at his words and she tried not to let her mind run away with all the possible meanings they conjured up. Could he possibly…?

She tried clearing her throat that suddenly swelled with anxiety caused by the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. If she was honest with herself, she had never grown so attached to a boy like this before. She hadn’t had the time or freedom. Her sworn duty was to her shrine. As embarrassing as it was, that was the main reason she was twenty three and still a virgin. Also the main reason she tried to live so vicariously through Sango (not that her love life was any better than Kagome's). She loved her best friend and thought that she could ultimately plan a happy ever after for her, even if Kagome herself may never get one.

The words she wanted to say wouldn’t come though. How does someone clear the air about saying such heartfelt things the night before? Especially when it was likely he didn’t feel the same. He had admitted yes, he liked to be around her. Not that he liked her. He didn’t have many friends; that much was obvious. She needed to try and keep that perspective; he was a half demon. He wouldn’t want anything more from her than friendship. That was hard to swallow but…

“So, about last night,” she finally started. Was she sweating? Trembling? “About uhm… what I said. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I know I drank way too much and wasn’t in my right mind. We can just forget it. I--I didn’t want Sango to take over your duty. I really appreciate you staying and wanting to be with me.”

There was a glint of hurt that showed through his amber eyes but he then covered it quickly with his trademark scowl. Why would he be hurt by what she said? Had she phrased it incorrectly?

Inuyasha did his best to not let the disappointment at her response show through. What had he expected? He was a half demon and she was a priestess. Obviously everything she had done and said last night had just been because of the alcohol, not because that’s how she really felt. Even though he already knew that, some part of him had been hoping otherwise. Well, whatever.

“If that’s what you want.” He finally replied gruffly.

She looked confused at that. Why? She had been very fucking clear that anything that had happened between them was to be forgotten and didn’t mean anything. While she had said it in a very polite and nice way the meaning was still the same.

"Did I say something wrong?" She asked uncertainly.

"No, you said it just fine. Don't worry, I understood you perfectly."

“Then why--” Kagome started to say, but she abruptly cut off at the sudden overwhelming aura that slammed into her senses. She looked around then back at Inuyasha in alarm to make sure he felt it too. One look told her that he definitely had.

“What the fuck is that?”

“I-- I don’t know. It’s definitely demonic, but it’s…Inuyasha, I think whatever this is, it may be worse than that spider demon we faced. And I can sense another rune. Maybe multiple.”

“Seriously? As in more than one?” He sniffed the air as if trying to answer his own question.

“Yeah, it’s way too strong to be just one. Although it feels slightly off. Whatever dark magic Tsubaki is working it’s huge. If it is Tsubaki.” Kagome responded, already trying to zero in on the location this was all coming from. She didn’t know if she was annoyed or relieved at the interruption to her and Inuyasha’s conversation. It wasn’t going quite the way she had hoped so maybe it was for the best.

“What do you mean 'if it is Tsubaki?'”

“It feels the same but slightly off. It doesn’t quite match up to her magical signature, but the sense of the runes and dark spells they feed into are definitely the same.”

"Well whoever it is we need to hunt them down. This means bad news."

“I’m not looking forward to what we’re going to find. We also need to call Miroku and Sango, although I’d be surprised if they haven’t sensed it themselves. The feeling is so strong.”

“Yeah this aint good. We need to get movin’ as soon as we can.”

“Right. Just let me give them a call so we can meet up.”

With that Kagome called up Sango and when she didn’t answer she called Miroku. He told her he would be there with Sango soon.

~☆~

After getting off the phone with Kagome, Miroku reluctantly went to go wake Sango up. She had been asleep for the past four hours and he hoped that was enough because it was going to have to be.

The last thing he had expected earlier was for her to be so completely honest with him about her feelings. When she had told him she had a lot of things she wanted to tell him, and more importantly, that she actually did remember everything about last night, he had been shocked. And delighted. Then he had kissed her and she had not only let him, but welcomed it. He suspected he knew what she wanted to tell him tomorrow and he figured he could wait one more day. Assuming he was correct about her feelings, and after that kiss he was pretty sure he was.

He opened the door to his bedroom and paused in the doorway for a moment to take in her sleeping form. She was simultaneously the cutest and sexiest woman he had ever met. It was a shame he had to disturb her slumber but duty was calling. Walking over to where she slept he gently shook her shoulder, saying her name softly. Sango came awake and saw him then sighed.

“I thought I said I just wanted to lay down unless there was a demon to fight. Why are you waking me up?” She asked grumpily.

“Unfortunately, it appears that there is, in fact, a demon to fight. I’m sure you can sense it, too. I’m sorry.”

At those words Sango became more alert and focused her senses, and she could feel it too. She sat up and threw back the covers.

“What is that huge aura? It’s demonic but something is off. And it’s so overwhelming.”

“I know. I’m not sure, myself.”

Sango stood up and went to grab her bag that had her slayer outfit. When she turned around she saw Miroku was still standing there.

“Uhm. I need to change into my slayer gear.”

“Yeah, you better do that.”

“Then leave so I can get dressed!”

“And to think last night you were so eager to strip in front of me.”

Sango blushed at that and looked like she wanted to cause him physical harm. Miroku just smirked.

“I was drunk! Get out!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” He said, laughing.

Sango glared after him halfheartedly. He was pushing his luck, probably because he knew he could get away with it now after what she had revealed regarding her feelings for him. And how she had let him kiss her. He was shameless. And like an idiot she had fallen for him. She sighed.

Although Sango would have liked to have slept a few more hours she was definitely feeling much better than before. Her head wasn’t aching nearly as much anymore and her nausea had almost completely disappeared. These weren’t ideal conditions to be fighting in but she had done this to herself so it was what it was. She would manage somehow, plus the adrenaline from battle would help to clear her head.

Once she was dressed she exited his bedroom and found him waiting by the front door, already ready. She walked over to where her Hiraikotsu was resting against the wall, hoisted it across her back, double checked her blades, then walked to the door where he stood.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

~☆~

A little over an hour later all four of them had traced the feeling of the demonic aura and runes. It had led them to the outskirts of the city, at an abandoned shrine. It wasn’t exactly a ruin but it had certainly seen better days, judging by the outside appearance of the structure.

It was in a dilapidated state of repair and the shadows from the setting sun that were cast upon the building only helped to add to the ominous effect the place gave off. The black and white paint was chipped in so many spots that they almost resembled a mosaic. It looked sinister, although that may be partly from the immense evil they all felt emanating from within. Whatever lay inside was something terrible.

None of them said anything as they approached the entrance. All of them knew what they faced tonight would likely push them all to their limits. They were all prepared for that. Entering, everything appeared dark until one by one candles began lighting along the ceiling until they reached the back where a woman was standing in front of an altar.

She basked in the illumination, her back to them as if unconcerned by their presence. Spaced across the back wall where she stood were several of the runes, each one drawn in blood. The source of the blood became evident if one looked to the floor where a body lay beneath each mark. At first glance they appeared dead, but closer inspection showed they still drew breath, if only barely.

“I wondered if you all would come.” The woman said almost conversationally. She turned around and her dark eyes flashed in the candlelight while her long, wavy blonde hair shone brightly.

“Who the fuck are you?” Inuyasha demanded.

Miroku thought the more important question was to wonder where the huge demonic aura was coming from. As far as they could all see the room was empty save for them, the strangely docile captives beneath the runes, and the mysterious woman.

As the woman stepped forward Miroku got a glimpse of a large mirror placed upon the altar. It seemed to pulse as he looked at it. That couldn’t be good.

“That’s a little bit rude, don’t you think? Still, I was raised with manners. My name is Ayaka. I am Tsubaki’s apprentice.” She said. “There’s no need for you to make introductions.”

“And why is that?” Sango asked, her eyes seemingly on Ayaka but also canvassing their surroundings. Why did this almost feel like a set up? This woman was far too calm considering there was one of her and four of them. The answer became apparent soon enough.

“Because you’ll all be dead or comatose soon, fighting versions of yourself.”

The light of the candles flared at her pronouncement and the rest of the room was lit up, revealing four large floor-length mirrors. There were two mirrors on the left wall and two on the right wall. Almost reflexively they all turned to gaze upon the mirrors and Ayaka chanted a spell, throwing something into a bowl upon the altar. It activated her dark spell and all four of them were drawn into a separate looking glass, swallowed up in their own personal hell.

#Inuyasha fanfiction #MirSan #Miroku x Sango #InuKag #Inuyasha x Kagome #MiroSan #SanMir #Through the Night #some fluff some misunderstandings and some plot development in this chapter~#next chapter things get intense!!

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BTS/Hung Line Reaction - Playfully Trying to Make Their Girlfriend Jealous

(*but she gets angry/ thinks that they’re going to break up with her*)

Namjoon

Your boyfriend Namjoon had invited you to a party his company was having to celebrated the release of their new album and you were glad to attend. Everyone was so nice and you couldn’t say no to finally getting to meet everyone that Namjoon worked with on a daily basis. You were grabbing a few snacks from the table with the refreshments after interacting with multiple people, when Namjoon saw you and an idea popped into his head. He remembered the little prank war that was going on between the two of you for a while now and thought this would be the perfect situation to get you back for the time you cut holes in the crouch of almost all of his underwear. Smirking to himself he approached one if the staff that he considered a friend and nothing more and started to strike up a conversation.

Out if the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend talking and laughing with one of the nice ladies you met earlier. At first you didn’t think much about it since you knew Namjoon got along really well with everyone until you happen to catch a glimpse of the split second he leaned in to wipe something from the corner of here mouth. Sure it was a friendly gesture but no one would have to be that close just to do that. Squinting your eyes in their direction, you folded your arms and huffed as you tried to process what was actually going on. ‘He’s totally flirting with her!’ you basically screamed internally as your faced expressed how you were feeling inside. You couldn’t believe our eyes, your boyfriend Namjoon was openly flirting with this girl with full acknowledgement of your presence nearby.

Your heart breaking at the sight of their interaction, you couldn’t help but resist the feeling of going over their and slap him in his face then pulling her hair until she had none left attached to her head. All the anger you felt at this moment cause your eyes to sting with tears instead of actually going over to them and doing something. You didn’t know why you got so easily jealous and you hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t help it, your boyfriend was with laughing with some other girl instead of with you.

‘Maybe this is his way of telling be he doesn’t want to be with me anymore’ your mind went wild with assumptions about what he was trying to do. Deciding not to stand their and take it anymore you turned to leave before you broke down in front of everyone and caused a scene. You left the room and just as you were about to go through the front door of the building, you felt a hand grasp your wrist to stop you in your tracks. Fully aware of who it was, you refused to turn and let him see the tears threatening to fall.

“Y/n name, where are you going?” concern laced in his voice as he prayed he hadn’t gone too far with his prank.

“I’m leaving Namjoon, I’m going home” you muttered, your voice cracking mid sentence failing at trying to keep yourself from crying.

At the sound of your hurt voice Namjoon couldn’t help but feel bad for what he did and instantly regretted trying to get you back by trying to make you jealous seeing that it obviously worked, but too well. Swiftly turning your figure around so he could look at your face, he began to apologise feeling absolutely horrible for making you cry.

“I’m so so so sorry y/n, I didn’t mean any of what happened back there, it was just a prank, a horrible one at that. I never meant to make you cry, she means nothing to me, your’e my girlfriend y/n and I love you.”

You tried to control your tears as you took in what Namjoon was saying as his words repeated in your mind, ‘It was a prank’. All of a sudden becoming angry instead of hurt, you started hitting at his chest feeling stupid for getting so worked up over the situation. You knew you shouldn’t forgive him so easily because his prank went a little too far but you couldn’t help but feel relieved that he wasn’t breaking up with you. You ceased our attack when you thought Namjoon had received enough of your weak blows as you stood up straight and crossed your arms fully prepared to give him a cold shoulder until you were satisfied with his amount of apologies.

“I expect you to make everything up to me,……….. and I mean I expect a lot of chocolate and ice-scream” you firmly stated earning an immediate ‘Of course’ from Namjoon followed by a relieved chuckle.

“Anything you want jagi, as long as you forgive me”

Seokjin

You two were at the company today and you had agreed to tag along since you had nothing else to do. Sure you liked coming to the company with your boyfriend but you would always find it somewhat boring. You would either have to sit to one side as to not interrupt the staff at work or Jin would be too busy with practising to even give you two seconds of his time. You couldn’t say you were expecting him to be with you all the time because you knew whenever he came to the company he would be swamped with work and you couldn’t be mad at that. You understood how much work he has to put into his job but you couldn’t deny the fact that you sometimes felt lonely.

To entertain yourself until the time for you both to leave, you would read on wattpad on your phone and right now, that’s exactly what you were doing. Being too caught up with the plot of the story you were reading of one of your favourite book at the moment, you didn’t notice when Jin had took a break to check up on you. He pouted when he realised your unchanged state and your fail at realising his presence. He waved his hand in front of you as a way to get your attention but you were still oblivious to him.

If you weren’t going to give Jin the attention he deserved then he was going to work for it, even if that meant he had to take things into his own hands and if that meant making you jealous, he was going to do just that. He knew how easily jealous you got and how much it irritated you to see him being close to another girl that wasn’t you. Maybe it was a little bit over board but he smirked to himself knowing that his plan would without a doubt work. Shaking his head as he looked across at your inattentive state, too captivated by whatever you were looking at on your phone, an idea popped into his head of the perfect way to get you to give him your full attention. Moving from the couch, he put his plan into action. Going through the door, he struck up a conversation with one of the newer trainees he knew had had a crush on him since a while back. He positioned himself in a spot where you could see him propped up against the wall, engaging the trainee in conversation. He went on to ask her if she had been enjoying the cafeteria food when he saw you heading to him, red face intact and steaming ears. Jin hid a smirk and excused himself, readying himself for your blow up.

“Who was she?” You asked angrily.He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him. Lowering his lips to your ears, he spoke huskily.

“She’s a dongsaeng. You, however, are the girlfriend who’s been ignoring me for the last hour. Are you going to make it up to me in bed later?”

Yoongi

Glaring daggers at Yoongi’s head was almost a norm for you because he always got on your last nerve when it came to petty things, you couldn’t deny that you two fought regularly, it was just your thing and at the end of the day you two always worked it out because you loved each other. But when it came to playing with your emotions, knowing you easily got jealous, you drew the line. There he was, all smiles and laughs as he talked to the girl behind the counter of the coffee shop you both had stopped at before heading to the dorms. The little red head was blushing and acting like a giddy teenager as she interacted with your boyfriend as it just added fuel to your jealousy. What took it over the line was when you saw her reached across the counter to put her scrawny hands on your boyfriends shoulder, as if to give him a friendly nudged. This caused a fuse to go off in you as you were immediately to your feet, hastily making your way over to the two before this could go on any further.

You approached them as you gave the girl an annoyed looked and grabbed your boyfriend by his arm, as claiming his as yours before the red head got any ideas. She looked a little taken back at your appearance and how you were touching him as she instantly got the idea.

“Are you done babe?” you asked as sweetly as you could, your forced smile reaching your ears trying to hide the anger you felt towards him right now. You watched the girl turn and quickly made her way into the back making a satisfying smirk to appear on your face.

“What was that?” Yoongi tried to act annoyed although inside he was smirking that his plan to make you jealous worked.

“I should be the one asking you that, what was with all the flirting, and don’t deny it” you finally let out feeling irritated with him.

“That” he gestured to him then behind the counter, “Was to prove to you that you do get jealous easily, but when I tell you you do, you always deny it” he proudly stated feeling contented that he got his point across.

“Pfftttttttt, I wasn’t jealous, I was just asking a simple question” you tired to save face, knowing fully well you were out of your mind jealous

“Sure you don’t babe, just stay in denial” he chuckled knowing that you completely exposed yourself.

“Ughh whatever” you huffed earning a laugh from Yoongi

“Ahh, you’re too much y/n”

Hoseok

Hoseok was amused. You have always had a little jealousy problem. You were in denial at one point, saying that you were just observant and that those girls wanted to get in your man's pants, but your current boyfriend for three years, Jung Hoseok, recently came to the conclusion that the best way for you to admit that you have a jealousy problem was to have you tested multiple times a day.

Shortly after you admitted to it. You couldn't stand the sight of seeing your man with another girl, who'd flip and twirl her hair and throw cute smiles in his face, hoping to seduce him. He, in turn, smirked in victory and teased you about It, occasionally teasing you by semi-flirting to get a reaction out of you. You hated it. Although he knew it was mean, he thoroughly enjoyed the way your eyes lit in fury whenever he talked to girls who were flirting with him. It gave him a rush, a feeling of satisfaction, knowing that you loved him enough to be possessive, but sometimes, his guilty pleasure would backfire on him. You had seen him playfully flirting with a fan, and you saw red. Hoseok saw you from the corner of his eyes and smirked, his plan was set into motion. Immediately you found yourself next to him, clinging to his right arm with an extremely fake smile on your face. The fan almost instantly got the message and quickly fled from the scene. Dropping his hand, you glared up at his face.

“What was that about Hoseok?” You voiced, anger seeping through every syllable you spoke. He just smirked and said.

“A way to spice things up”

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“What” Iris said she was completely shocked and hurt she spent all her time on thinking about her feelings for Barry and she wanted to tell him of course she loved Eddie but lately their relationship haven’t been going well.  “Her names Bria she’s amazing really I met her at Jitters and we went on a date and we became extremely close I want to make her mine but I wanted to tell you about her first it means a lot to me if my best friend likes her"Barry said with a smile on his face Iris felt like she got shot in the chest he looked so happy who was she to ruin that he deserves to be happy his whole life he suffered pain and loss and now he finally found someone who makes him happy  “She sounds amazing Barr I’m so happy for you but are you sure this is the one” iris said voice full of jealousy. “Of course I’m sure i was sure she was the one when I first met her but hey it means a lot to me that you like her you know actually her birthday is tomorrow thats when I was going to ask her out and I bought her a necklace with my name on it and I want to tell her I’m the flash what do you think” he says and at this point Iris wanted to punch this girl in the face Barry didn’t tell Iris he was the flash she had to find out for herself and Iris is his Best friend and now he meets some waitress in a coffee shop and he’s not even hesitate to tell her about him being a super hero wow just wow.  “ um Barr I don’t think you should tell her about being The flash you know she might feel uneasy about it ” Iris says hoping Barry won’t question it and take her advice. “I don’t think so she loves super heroes and since she’s about to be dating one I’m sure she’ll love it but thanks for talking to me I gotta go"Barry gives Iris a hug and speeds off to go visit Bria.  “Barry Allen she’s not good enough for you “iris says in a whisper. *with Barry and Bria*  "Hey Barr ” Bria says in a sleepy voice while rubbing her eyes. “Oh I’m sorry babe did I wake you cause if you was sleeping then I can come back lat-  "Barry its fine "she says while giggling "oh well okay just making sure um so I was going to wait until tomorrow to ask you this but I’m impatient and excited right now ” Barry says smiling like a kid on Christmas Day. “what is it Barr"Bria says "Well you make me feel like the happiest man alive your smile is so beautiful and whenever I get home after seeing you I miss you instantly you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to bed I want something more between us…Im sure of this I love you and I always will Bria will you be mine"Barry says "Oh my gosh Yes "Bria says with tears in her eyes as Barry pulls her close and kisses her both hands holding her face as he put his heart and soul into the kiss. They pull away panting and smile at each other. ” Wow I’ve been wanting to do that since we first met “ Barry says and Bria just giggles "me too Barry Allen” Bria says with a wink “oh and one more thing "Barry says while smirking "what is it” Bria said backing away from Barry as she saw the mischievous look on his face. “I’m The Flash"Barry says and picks Bria up and speeds off to Star Labs. Barry puts Bria down and she slowly turns around with a look of awe on her face and jumps on Barry and wraps her legs around his waist "OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO COOL MY BOYFRIEND IS THE FLASH” she screams and Barry laughs and spins her around the cute moment was interrupted by a cough from Cisco. “So we just gonna act invisible Caitlyn” Cisco says sarcastically and Bria gets off Barry a little too fast considering she lands on her ass and Barry laughs and helps her up. “Bria this is Cisco Ramone and Caitlyn Snow the others are not here yet but this is part of Team Flash"Barry says as Cisco races to you "yeah hi I’m the brains of the group and Barry here can not and i mean will not shut up about you but I have to admit he has great taste"Cisco says and Barry slaps him on the back of the head as you giggle. "Hi I’m Caitlyn and I’m the doctor of the group and you are lovely Barry was right you are beautiful ” Caitlyn says and you blush “aw thank you you’re beautiful as well I’m loving the skirt” and Caitlyn just giggles and Barry is just watching the whole thing with a huge smile on his face. “Barr hey"he heard someone call his name he turns around to see Iris and she gives him a hug and Bria can’t help the jealousy that just washed over her. "Oh hey Iris this is Bria my girlfriend and Bria this is Iris my best friend "Barry says and Iris looks at her with a fake smile "hi it’s pleasure to meet you Barry told me a lot about you” Bria says with a shy voice honestly she was a little nervous Iris was more beautiful than she imagined she can’t compete with her Iris had silky long black hair beautiful brown eyes beautiful body and a killer smile and not to mention she’s girly iris had on a pink pencil skirt that stopped at her knees with a white long sleeved shirt and pink heels and her makeup was on point while Bria had on black shorts a white tank top and a polo hat with black converse way to go Bria a basic outfit she says in her head. “Oh well that’s Barry for you always talking about me ” Iris said and put her hand on Barry’s shoulder. “So Barr are you still coming to the CCPD party tonight my dad says there’s going to be some guys you’ll have to talk too"iris says while smiling lovingly at Barry and Bria can’t help but think if iris has a thing for Barry. "Oh yeah I totally forgot thanks for reminding me I’ll bring Bria too so she can meet Joe"Barry says and smiles at Bria and she gives him a small smile back. "Oh right okay I’ll see you there "Iris said and hugs Barry one more time and as Barry back is turned she glares at Bria before walking away. "Um Barry what about Yorkin we still haven’t figured out a way to beat him” Cisco says while chewing on a twizzler. “Shit um where’s Julian I thought he was doing the DNA samples from Yorkin"Barry says as he sits down and Bria sits on his lap. "Well if you must know Julian is being a dick and is doing other DNA samples so we have no type of information until he’s finished” Cisco says annoyed by the thought of Julian. “Well I’ll bring the samples tomorrow okay guys"Barry says and speeds off to Bria’s house. "Babe I think I just want to stay home I’m not really feeling well” Bria says lying straight through her teeth she didn’t want to go the that CCPD party if Iris was going to be there it didn’t take long to crack the code and figure out Iris didn’t like her because if Barry. “Aw babe please with a cherry on top i want you to meet my foster dad he’ll love you you’re amazing"Barry said with a puppy dog face that you couldn’t resist. ” Fine you win this one Allen” Bria says as she turns around to go dig in her closet and Barry slaps her ass. “I couldn’t resist it was jiggly"Barry says with a smirk and Bria just shakes her head “you cheeky bastard"she says laughing and Barry gives her a quick kiss before speeding off to go get ready for the party. *time skip* Barry walked in the doors to the CCPD while holding Bria’s hand. Bria had on a dark blue v neck dress that stopped at her ankles and it had a slit on the left side it made her look super sexy some of his coworkers were already looking at Bria up and down and it was pissing Barry off. "Barry over here” Joe called and Barry began to walk toward the man. “Hey Joe this is my girlfriend Bria and Bria this is my foster dad Joe"Barry said nervously. "Hi its a pleasure to meet you Barry here would not quit talking about how pretty you are and he was right"Joe said and Bria blushed. ” Thank you its nice meeting you you’re a wonderful man taking Barry in when he was little” Bria said while shaking Joe’s hand . “Thank you um Barry they’re 3 guys here that you have to win over with your brain it shouldn’t be hard you nerd"Joe says while laughing and Barry just shakes his head "you live to mess with me"Barry says and Bria giggles as Barry kisses her cheek and walks off. Bria and Joe was having a deep conversation and Joe took a liking to Bria like his 2nd daughter and Bria found her self becoming comfortable with him telling each other jokes and laughing their asses off until iris came along. “Hi daddy” Iris says and hugs Joe and fake smiles at you “hi Bia was it” iris said and Bria mentally rolled her eyes. So iris wanted to be petty okay I’ll play along. “no its BRIA dont you remember isis"Bria says with a smile and iris just laughs it off and looked at a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes as he was making his way over to the group. "Hey Joe Hey babe"he greets Joe and Iris with a kind smile. "So Iris whose your friend "he says while looking at Bria like she’s a piece of meat. "This is Barry’s girl friend Bria"iris says with a bored tone in her voice. "hi I’m Eddie Irises fiancé and Joes partner"he says as he shakes your hand. Bria’s POV So Iris had a fiancé…why the hell shes all over my man then. Her fiancé is giving me the creeps he just keeps staring into my soul *sighs* just go with the flow for now Bria . Ughh Barr come back to me. End of POV "Hi it’s nice to meet you” Bria says and smiles at the blonde man named Eddie “So Bria where do you work” Eddie asks “um I’m currently working at Jitters but I’m actually looking for a new job"Bria says starting to feel comfortable again until she heard iris mumble"way to go Barry picking up waitresses now” under her breath it made Bria’s eye twitch since she was short tempered but she had to hold off for Barry’s sake and it’s killing her. “Oh well you’re in luck there’s a position open to be me and Joe’s assistant here at the CCPD all you have to do is help with reports and get us coffee and donuts ” Eddie says while chuckling and Iris just looks at him with a look of disbelief on her face. “Babe Barry wouldn’t want her to be involved with police business she can get hurt"iris said trying to convince Eddie to see things her way. "Actually iris she doesn’t have to go to the crime scenes she just do whatever we tell her” Joes says agreeing with Eddie for once in his life. “Well okay I’ll take it"Bria says and iris looks at her with a disgusted face "oh my gosh im gonna go"Iris said and walks off "I’ll go talk to Singh for you"Joe said and leaves as well leaving Bria and Eddie to themselves and lets just say it was awkward as hell. Eddie interrupts the awkward silence by clearing his throat "so Bria do you want to sit and talk” he says with a smile. “Yes please cause these heels are kicking my ass at the moment ” Bria says and Eddie laughs and grabs to glasses of wine off a nearby waiters tray and gives one to Bria. “So tell me about you and Barry” he says 20 minutes later Eddie and Bria are laughing their asses off. “You know Bria I like you you’re going to be my best friend okay"eddie says as Bria was holding her stomach from laughter. "Okay bestie tell me everything you know about Barry and Iris” Bria says without realizing how forward that was. “Well they been best friends for a long time they’re extremely close I get jealous sometimes cause I can’t help but think they’re something more but now that Barry has found you I don’t have to worry anymore” Eddie says with a small smile on his face and Bria just gives a weak smile back as her eyes welled up with tears. “Hey Bria are you okay"Eddie ask concern filled in his voice. "Its just I love Barry so much I don’t want to lose him ” Bria says and looks up at Eddie who’s heart broke instantly when he saw the tears rolling down Bria’s face. “ Hey Barry loves you and I see why listen you are caring, patient, sweet, beautiful I can go on all day and I just met you that’s saying something Barry is not going to give all that away” Eddie says and wipes Bria’s tears away and Bria smiles at him “thanks bestie ” she says and they both laugh. “Hey babe I see you met Eddie"Barry says "yeah he was giving me abs with all this laughing "Bria said with a smile on her face. "That’s excellent that you guys are getting along Eddie do you mind if I take my amazing girl away to dance"Barry says and touches Bria’s shoulder "Not at all Barr I have to go find Iris anyway "Eddie says . "Oh I just talked to her she seemed upset she went to the bathroom ” Barry says and looks at you “oh well okay thanks barr and enjoy your dance bestie” Eddie says and winks at Bria and she laughs and suddenly Barry becomes best friends with Jealousy

#barry allen imagine #barry allen #the flash #grant gustin #series

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So I was working on a Karmanami fic (sorry for being so jnactive lately!) but while browsing through ao3 I found a great fanfic for Nakamura x Asano and I fell in live with this ship. Sue me if you want, but we all know Nakamura had a thing for Nagisa but gave up on him because Kayano and her best friend was Karma... So I think these teo really work together! And of course I immediately started writing. The karmanami should be out soon too! "I can't believe that guy!" Nakamura procedeed to complain as she dropped her things on the chair next to hers and let herself dramatically fall into her own chair, stretching her hands behind her back. "And the reason you are telling me this is..." The man in front of her questioned, looking rather amused at his lunch companion. "Because Karma is too busy with his girlfriend to listen to my stories!" Rio sighed, letting her head fall on her arms in a "drama queen" fashion. "So I am simply a substitute." The man concluded rather than asked, smirking slyly. "Oh, stop being such a downer Asano! You shouldbe glad that I'm willing to entertain you with my stories!" Nakamura pouted, grabbing the menu and quickly broswing through it. Asano picked his own menu, covering his expression with it and letting out a small chuckle that he had stiffled for a while now. His friendship with Rio Nakamura was still a mistery. Being in the same class as Karma, Asano was in permanent competition with someone worthy, but this didn't only affect his learning. With time, he and Karma started going for wagers outside the classroom .It was strange, but his relationship with the red-headed wasn't only a competition, but some kind of rivalry friendship, as they came to respect one another and also learn some of their weaknesses. As such, Karma learned that Asano hated strawberry milk ("just one more thing to prove the bastard had worthless taste!" as he claimed) and Asano came to learn that Karma liked to read chemistry articles in his free time ("never thought a man could be so weak to a woman's charms" the former claimed). Another one of the perks of knowing Karma was getting to know all the intersting former 3-E class members he interacted with. Asano took a special liking to those who scored high on the end of second term tests, such as Nakamura and Isogai or Kataoka, who were all open enough to give him a second chance (or mock him whenever he lost to Karma, in Rio's case). The five virtuoses were all rather reluctant at mingling with class E's students at first, but after seeing how their leader gained respect for them, they gave in. As such, Asano's highschool years were filled with learning more about his opponent and his friends. Out of all of them, Asano resonated the most with Nakamura: she was a foul mouth like Karma, and almost as smart as him. Moreover, her resolve to be a diplomat was something he admired and they often discussed topics such as politics and the right way to tackle a sensitive issue. Over the years, they grew as good friends and she started turning to him whenever Karma would be tol busy to plot something with her or listen to her rambles. Of course he wasn't the evil trickster in person, but he did provide her with scary ways to take revenge if ever needed and he could keep a calm head on his shoulders. This time, however, it seemed like she needed love advice. Or at least a way to take revenge on a guy who stood her up. Asano closed his menu after regainig his composer and looked over to his... Friend. The word sounded weird in his thoughts and even stranger when he tried saying it aloud, like it could chocke him. However, it was undeniable that she was a friend. After all, not everyone keeps in touch even when studying oversees and most definetely most aquantiances don't face-time each other just because they are bored. "So, what happened?" He finally asked. "Huh?" She answered as if he distupted her train of thoughts. Looking up from the menu, she exclaimed : "Oh. That. Ughh." She grimaced, closing the menu loudly. "Listen to this! Your friend Ren asked me out!" She pointed at Asano, who looked taken aback by her remark. "Ren did?" "Yeah! Like what, now that he can't make his way to Kanzaki he tries the remaining options?! And I wasn't even the first one on his list!" She puffed, crossing her arms. "He tried Hayami first! But that was taken, too, so he went to Hinano-chan who turned him flat down and THEN to me." She exclaimed uncreduosly. "I was FOURTH on his list! Cand you BELIEVE him?!" She esclaimed, slamming the table with her hand. "Am I a fourth option?!!" She repeated as if it was the most despicable thing on earth. Asano surpressed a laugh: to think someone would get down just because of such a thing. It was well-known that Ren was a womanizer, but it still fazed Rio that she could be so down on his list. Honestly, it fazed Asano too that his friend only placed Nakamura so down on his list. Practically speaking, she was a girl that could bring many advantages: a high income, fluent English that was mandatory in negotiations, as well as a high persuasive power and a flexible mind that could easily find solutions. "Well, you know Ren." He tried calming her down. "He's a womanizer. I don't think he ranks you or anything... He's more impulsive and attacks who he sees." "And he sees me more often than Hinano-chan!" Wrong argument, Asano realised. "So that's not..." "May I take your order?" The friendly waiter asked. "Sure." Asano gave him a buisness smile, internally thanking him for giving him more time to think. After they ordered, an awkward silence installed between the two, as Rio lost her angriness and instead weakly asked again, with a sad vibe: "am I really that bad?" "Oh, come on, Nakamura, don't be such a downer!" Asano used the same line as her with a smirk, which did seem to help make her feel better. "You know as well as I do that Ren's not so much about quality as he is about quantity." He added. "Hey! Are you calling my friends unqualified?" Rio pointed out, but her words were calmer and warmer and she didn't do a good job at hiding her smile, so Asano continued. "Not at all, I wouldn't dare. I am merely pointing out that Ren's ranking is of no meaning." He retailed. "Of course, you are right. But you have to admit that even so, he was a jerk." "I do not deny that fact." Rio giggled. "However, you don't knkw that from me" asano cauciously added. "Did you say something about the womanizer? Oh, you meant Maehara, right?" Nakamura trailed off, changing the subject. For the rest of the meal, the two didn't bring up Ren anymore and they enjoyed their normal time together: politics, work, catching up and talking about how Asano was bound to be a forever alone because all the women were after his money and none of his secretaries were reliable. "Don't laugh, Nakamura! This is a serious issue! I need a competent worker to do his job to get my appointments in order and all I get are silly and sloppy women!" "Because you have a magnet for these kind of people! But I'm sure the allmighty Asano can manage on his own?" She smirked. "Yes of course. But it gives me a headache every time." He sighed. "And that's why I'm here to heal you~" he blonde laughed. 'Heal' was indeed a good word. Asano enjoyed his time with her and never considered it a waste of time. Moreover, she was always capable of keeping up with his work and let his complain. He could let his guard down around her and still feel safe. "I wish you were my secretary." He honestly said. "Now, now! How could I deprive so many women of their wish to get into your pants? I'm not that mean." She laughed it off, but a trail of rose still colored her cheeks. Lunch was over before either of them could notice and they had to go back to their daily routines. "What now?" Nakamura asked as they walked together to the underground subway station. "Meeting with the CEO of a cars' factory." Asano answered bored. He never liked cars to begin with: they made him nautious. "There there." The woman patted his arm with petty mixed with a sly smirk. She knew fully well that her friend hated cars: she had pictures from their last trip to the sea where the driver had to pull the car over for asano to puke. Her and Karma were all over the place taking photos of him (but of course Karma had to erase them because Manami scolded him, no worries: she the pics later). However, she couldn't help but joke: "fast and furious?" "Nakamura." Asano turned to her with a mixed expression: half amused and half serious, "you're getting weaker with your comebacks." "No!" She fake gasped, pointing a thinking finger to her chin: "it must be my Ren-allergy acting up!" She found the diagnosis. Asano laughed a bit, which earned himself a strange gaze from Nakamura. "That's rare." "Must be my being-fourth-on-the-list allergy." He joked. As soon as the words left his mouth, he turned with a worried expression to his fellow, afraid he could have hurt her. To his surprise, she was smiling: "Glad to see you suffer from it too! We are now oficially allergy buddies!" She said, pretending to sneeze. Asano looked at her in disbelief mixed with fondness: what kind of idiot would put this woman on the fourth place? Objectively speaking, she was smart, funny and could always heal headaches. "For the record" he started as they made it to the station, where they had to part ways, as they were going im opposite directions. "You'd be first on my list." That was a subjective point of view, of course. For a few moments Nakamura remained speechless, holding his stare as she stared back at him. Finally, she answered: "I never made of list. But I just ran the possibilities through my head and you win by far." She stated, matter-of-factly. He never expected that: a joke, brushing it off: yes. Accepting the challenge: no. "Are you free tonight?" He suddenly asked. "Got work until ten." She responded with her usual tone. "Can I pick you up at 10:15?" He said again, with a buisness tone. "That's not within working hours" she laughed, nodding. "And for the record" she added as the next train was announced "you'll have to cure my headache because I have a meeting with a French diplomat next and his accent is killing me!" And with that, she got onto the train and left. A fine woman, Asano thought. And despite being subjective, that was a fact for him.

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #manga couple #manga #mine #fanfic #fanfiction #rio nakamura #asano gakushuu #asano x nakamura

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