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Shingo Shoji - Love Killer

• Shingo Shoji x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 12,470. • Synopsis: In which Shingo is shown the love he deserves and Takeshi fookin' learns that no one gets between Shoji and his girl. • Note: Finally back in the Initial D game, here's my first big comeback in over FOUR years. More importantly, my fanfic partner in crime, DistanceYourselfFromMyProximity on AO3 deserves a HUGE fucking shoutout for helping me beyond all rational reason with the ideas for this fic and my soon to come future ones as well. The sheer amount of hate fuck love she's got for this beaked nose MF is truly fascinating along with her own fics. Thank you bestie for the inspiration and getting my motivation back to write for this severely underrated fandom! <3

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The NightKids were sitting in a booth at the local late-night restaurant they frequented. Shingo took the spot closest to the window, being able to hang an arm over the ledge of the windowsill and set his knee on the booth to sit angular like he usually does. Takeshi sat directly across from him, the rest of the group taking the outer spots.

As the other members of the team ordered some coffees for everyone, one of them brought up the topic of what they think is going to happen at the race they’re attending tonight. As the NightKids top two racers sipped their caffeine in relative peace, one of them looked to Shingo.

“Say, man, you’ve been teaching your girl how to drive with the gumtape right? How’s she doing with it?”

“Pretty well. She’s at least used to the layout of FFs so adjusting to the tape and only steering at high speeds with one hand is about the only thing she’s got some resistance to. She’s also got some hesitance on the left foot braking, so she’s been going up to Myogi damn near every night just to drive around and get used to that before anything else.” His voice kept its usual raspy, hoarseness to it, almost retaining the snarky-ness as well, but if one were to listen hard enough, they’d pick up on traces of sincerity and genuine pride.

He wouldn’t go into further detail about the way she’s had quite a few instances of slowing down too much before a turn and getting spooked about losing control too easily, especially in her boyfriend’s car. He’d always watch her movements and when she’d tense her arms before a turn, he’d lightly place his right hand on the wheel as she turned, helping her make it through and add slight pressure to turn the wheel either further in or out depending on what was needed. After successfully making it through a turn he’d go back to rest his head on his hand that was leant against the passenger door as he continued to watch her. Shingo would give little compliments on something she aced or her smooth shifting and braking along with his occasional interjections of advice on what to do or how to handle something coming up.

He wasn’t going to throw her into the fray of learning something as dangerous as gumtape driving by wrapping her whole hand. He started very small, simply wrapping the tape around the wheel and her hand once then again to have one layer of tape around her wrist. It gave her enough pressure to not move her hand away but was also light enough to pull away with enough force if needed suddenly.

The day she asked him to teach her how to do it even after his self-induced wreck with the 8-6 made him feel something inside. Something... warm. He felt needed at that moment. He had enough trouble dealing with and trying to come to terms with himself in things he couldn’t control. The way he’d get made fun of in school for his allergies, his voice, appearance, and especially his nose made him grow up bitter and spiteful.

Somewhere, somehow, fate decided to throw (Y/N) his way. He could remember the night she asked if he was single and wanted to go on a date as vividly as if he was re-living that moment a year and a half ago. He still felt bad about giving her some attitude, accepting with, “Fine, but don’t expect much out of it.” She still left with a smile that night.

The day of their date, he stared at himself in the mirror for hours. He couldn’t decide how to style his hair or if it was better to just leave it messy. He never had the right clothes for something remotely nice. Just plain t-shirts, baggy pants and hoodies. He hated himself so much that day he almost skipped the date. But the want - the need to have someone next to him - won that war and he showed up fifteen minutes late. Luckily, she was still there. He found her sitting near the window of the restaurant she mentioned, sipping her drink so prettily. He could see her red lipstick from the car and was even more captivated when he walked in, seeing the deep red dress she wore, black heels to match.

God, she was gorgeous, he thought. What chance did he have to score her? When she laid eyes on his form approaching, dressed in black, the only shade of red to be found on him was the laces of his shoes and his ears which were hidden under his hair (to his luck). She greeted him with a smile as if he wasn’t late at all. She complimented his outfit choice along with his tousled hair, from a previous small breakdown, saying he had that bad boy look going on and she dug it. He kept his usual tough attitude, replying that it wasn’t anything special and tried to play it off. He cussed himself out mentally, calling himself an idiot for being rude and thinking this was the start and end to the happiness he could have had. Instead, she simply giggled and nodded, changing the topic to ask about his car and his racing team.

With that, their date flew by, and he found himself impressed with her car knowledge and the fact she wanted a Civic of her own and was looking at her options for different models. He found himself rambling on about his car and his skills and she listened with interest, leaning forward slightly as she munched on her food. Nodding along with him occasionally, she’d mention things she wanted to learn once she gets her car and get good enough to join a team. “Maybe good enough to snag a place on yours?” she’d questioned with a giggle.

During their time that night Shingo hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long while. About halfway through the time they spent at the restaurant he got a sense that she wasn’t judging him or trying to dig into him for information that he didn’t want to give. It was nice for a change. He wouldn’t take no for an answer when she kept asking if she could at least pay for her half of the bill, or at least pay him back. All Shingo replied with as he put the cash on the tray and met her eyes was, “Just be quiet and look pretty.” He let out a small, amused hum when she cut herself off, blushing at his words and avoiding his gaze.

Shingo offered to drive her home to which she gladly accepted, wanting to see what it was like inside of his car. She admired the way he glided smoothly through gears and steered as if the car was an extension of himself. Completely in tune. The rumble of the engine and exhaust created a calming background noise. Her attempts at subtly looking over at him were mediocre at best. Always turning her head slightly to get a better look at him was easily noticed.

He didn’t want to say anything, however. It felt nice that someone wanted to look at him for more than just conversation. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was also looking to gauge if she truly liked him or not. Sure, she was looking at him all night while they talked, but now that he had to focus more on driving, she could think about that option with a side profile of himself.

What he didn’t know however was the fact she was admiring how he was both cute and hot with that curved nose of his. The way it smoothly and subtly curved outward, the thinness of it made it appear more beaked. It was cute watching him scrunch his nose while he talked about something that annoyed him, like the leader of his team. It fit him so well, along with the small upward curve at the outside corners of his eyes. It gave them the illusion of being permanently half-lidded, as if he was always glaring, annoyed, or tired.

Minutes later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road in front of her house. She gathered her bag and opened the door before turning towards him. “Thank you for tonight, you were great.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lower bridge of his nose, just above the tip before hopping out of the car and quickly heading inside, cheeks red. Shingo sat there for a solid minute, stunned by her small action. He could feel heat where her lips were for only a split second and lightly rubbed at that spot, before shaking his head and pulling back onto the road. His face felt like it was on fire and the quick image of her kissing his nose replayed in his mind the whole way home.

Shingo snaps out of his daydream when he hears snapping in front of him, locking eyes with the guy next to him. “You good, man? Spaced out for a solid couple minutes there.”

“Yeah, yeah, just thinkin’.” He waved him off, taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. “Y’all wanna head out or what?” He threw back the rest of the coffee like he was taking a shot of alcohol, looking ready to leave. Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving their share of the payment before returning to their cars. Eventually reaching the top of Myogi, passing through dozens of spectators, Shingo pulled away from his team’s single-file line after finding his girlfriend’s black EG6 and parking next to it.

He caught her talking with her best friend near the vending machine, both laughing and making hand gestures about whatever it was they were likely gossiping about while sipping on canned coffee. He noticed Takeshi walking over to the two girls, seeing as he parked closest to them. They appeared to be greeting him nicely, her friend waving and (Y/N) giving him a nod.

The way Nakazato seemed to be focusing his attention on Shingo’s girl more over her friend was starting to piss him off. As if Shingo and Takeshi didn’t have enough beef with each other, now the guy wanted to chat up his girlfriend like the most casual thing in the world? Shingo was always the one who would watch how girls admired him like he was as big a hotshot as Ryosuke and Keisuke Takahashi. They’d watch him with hearts in their eyes and if any even tried to talk to him he’d always be polite about it. That only made the girls fall for him more and act like they made a fan club in Takeshi’s name.

They put him on such a high pedestal that it left Shingo feeling like he was at the bottom of the totem pole, despite being the NightKids second best racer. All the time and effort he had to dedicate, the sweat and blood he put into perfecting his techniques felt like jack shit compared to the way people admired and complimented Takeshi. Even guys respected Nakazato’s skill and the only things people would spread about Shingo was his deadly driving style, which he loved as it gave him an intimidating aura, then to a laughingstock after his loss with the 8-6. It was back to square one with the name calling, the jokes, the insults, all of it. Even after Takeshi lost to the 8-6, it was spread around that the Black Lightning of Myogi lost to an 80’s Corolla, but he was still deemed as an excellent driver and had people surprised someone as good as Takeshi could lose.

Shingo, though? Almost everyone had their bets on the 8-6.

The only person who truly backed him was his girl. The night before that race they had lied in bed together and she brought up all the ideas she could to help him put together strategies if his main one didn’t work. The frequent accentuations of telling him to be careful with the gumtape and to memorize the pass for less of a chance of a fuck up.

He thought back to that race as he sat on the hood of his car, his eyes still trained on Takeshi and (Y/N) a distance away but turning into a zoned-out expression.

All she ever did was look out for him, help him with ways to improve and get better. And what did he do? Rammed himself into a guardrail like an idiot. He didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him after he wrecked and the Trueno continued onward. When he saw the headlights of Iketani’s S13 turn around the corner, and the SpeedStars rushing to check on him, Shingo felt pathetic. He had never been so embarrassed or ashamed in his life and it was his own fault. The humiliation was extraordinary.

He didn’t have the nerve to look them in the eyes after talking such a big game about beating the 8-6. With how forgiving Iketani and his team were about taking him to the hospital and explaining that it’s the racer’s code to look out for one another, opponent or not, Shingo only thought of how disappointed and livid (Y/N) was going to be if she heard about it. When she heard about it. He couldn’t keep it from her. He didn’t want her hearing about his fuck up through rumours and other people’s words. She deserved to hear it from him straight up.

Holding his wrist in pain, he looked out at the city beyond the pass, asking Iketani to “make a call on one of their cells real quick.” Kenji handed him a phone and he dialed her number.

She couldn’t make it to his race because she had gone to visit family after not seeing them for some time and they planned a gathering. He understood completely. He may have been somewhat jealous she had as loving a family as she did, but when she introduced him to them, they treated him like one of their own. Sure, his parents were fine and treated him right, but he noticed that Western families show more love and appreciation for one another, and their children more than Japanese families do. They outwardly say “I love you” to her, meanwhile his parents never did, but still showed their affection and love in different, smaller ways. Still, it never felt thorough to Shingo.

With each ring of the phone as he waited for her pick up, his dread rose even further until it cut off and she answered with a slightly confused “Hello?”

“Hey, babe… it’s me.” He said somewhat quietly, facing away from the other guys, even though they gave him space to talk privately. “You okay? Did something happen?” He let out a short breath through his nose, the smallest of smiles on his face knowing she could see, and hear, right through him. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright pretty much. Race didn’t end well and I… I uh wrecked. A bit.” His face, red as his Civic and hot in shame, his eyes diverting to the road.

“What? How? What happened? Are you hurt?” she questioned quickly, not waiting for a reply as she grabbed her car keys, and he could hear them on the other end of the phone.

“Baby, it’s okay, you don’t need to come over here, I just fucked up my wrist a bit. I just… didn’t want you to find out from other people spreading rumours and shit. Felt like you deserve to know right away.” His voice held a sad, depressive tone, his eyes falling on the beat up Civic not even ten feet away. Shingo was terrified that if she saw his car and knew it was his fault that he wanted to play dirty, he’d lose her in an instant. Everything they had - he had - would be gone in moments and he’d be alone again.

“You still on Akina?” She asked, some metal sounds clanking in the background of the phone and some voices he couldn’t make out any sentences to. “Yeah. It was gonna take me a bit to move the car and uh-”

“Good. Stay there, I’ll be over in thirty minutes.” Before he could ask or even reply she hung up just as the sound of her car turned on. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what was going to happen when she arrived. Handing the phone back to Kenji, he told them that his girlfriend was on the way, and it was best he stayed there to wait for her, adding that they didn’t need to wait with him.

He felt like a fool enough being a royal dick to them, wanting to dig his own grave just to crawl into it when they said they don’t mind waiting with him and can help clean up the leaking oil and broken pieces of his light fixtures. They assured him he could chill out and take it easy on his arm, so they handled the oil leak from the Civic’s front end then brushed up the busted headlight and taillight pieces with a small brush Iketani kept in the S13 for his interior.

Shingo was trying his best to keep the second stream of tears from flowing in front of the guys. Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of his civic, legs hanging out of the doorway as his hands rested on his lap, he soon heard the distant rumbling of a Civic engine. Shingo and the SpeedStars raised their heads at the noise, seeing his girlfriend pull up in front of the battered red Civic and stopping, as if taking in the damage.

She lays eyes on Shingo who looks completely defeated. She notices how he doesn’t look up at her car after the initial attention of who was approaching.

Iketani jogs over to the driver's side, and she rolls down her window. “Hey! He doesn’t seem as bad as the crash looks. Seems like just his wrist is banged up and the car isn’t drivable. He had an oil leak somewhere in the front, but we cleaned up the mess, so others won’t run over it.”

“Right. Thank you for that, sorry about the trouble.” She replied, grateful but somber. “I got a trailer with me so I can take his car with us.” Iketani nodded and offered his and Kenji’s help with setting up the trailer in front of the EG. Once done, she connected a hook to the Civic to be pulled by a motor and onto the trailer. Shingo could barely watch the depressing sight as he stood there, feeling like a fish out of water.

With the Civic strapped to the trailer and the guys helping (Y/N) turn around to face the downhill she called for Shingo to get in the car, thanking the SpeedStars once more for the help before they headed back to the S13. She turned toward Shingo, seeing him struggle to click the seatbelt into place. Gently taking it from him, she settled him in before gently taking his right arm and lifting it to inspect the damage.

She noticed him wince slightly before asking, “What happened, Shin?” she averted her gaze back down to his wrist, seeing the traces of bruising becoming slowly apparent. It took him a minute before he hesitantly answered with a quiet, “It was the gumtape deathmatch… it’s not that bad, I’ll be fine…”

She hummed in thought at his words. Gently releasing his arm, she put the car in gear and started down the pass. The more she drove down the windy road of Akina, the more she realized, “Something doesn’t add up, Shingo. I’ve seen you do this so many times before and you’ve never done this; you’re too good for that, you’ve said it yourself you’ve trained for hours upon hours to master it, whether it's on Myogi or somewhere else. What really happened?” her tone was light, knowing he wasn’t in the best state now, and she’s never seen him so defeated before. She sees him slouch into the seat more out of her peripheral vision, making himself smaller.

Making it to the bottom of the pass and catching a stoplight, she takes the chance to turn towards him, looking him in his eyes that almost appear… guilty? She didn’t know for sure. “What did you do, Shin? This isn’t like you.” Her tone turned concerned. She’s only ever witnessed her man like this once and that was over a year ago. She had to know what happened at that race.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, brokenly. Even after the light had changed colour and the car moved once more, it’s all he could say. Like a broken record on repeat. She was beginning to get scared at what had made him so terrified. Was the crash that bad? The only damage was to the lights along with a leak somewhere. It couldn’t have been that traumatizing. The guardrail looked stable and sturdy, barely a dent in it.

“Hey, hey, I’m not angry baby, okay? I just want to know what happened. You did something, that much is clear, but you need to tell me what that was. I mean, sure I may be pissed some because I could have lost you. If that guardrail was the least bit weak where you hit it, it could have broken apart and you’d be dead. I don’t want- I can’t even think about what that would’ve looked like if that rail broke on you. But… I understand that these kinds of dangers come with racing, especially on narrow mountain courses. It rough and scary, I know, and that’s why I’m trying to be as understanding as I can here, so just bear with me, alright?”

The thoughts racing through Shingo’s mind had him lost and confused. Shaking his head at her words, he didn’t know what to say or how to say it. ‘Even after all I’ve done and put her through, she still cares about me? Heh…bullshit Shingo, the minute I tell her anything she’d leave, fuckin’ run away, and be repulsed just at the sight o’ me.’ He thought to himself.

Jolted from his thoughts at a gentle squeeze on his bicep, he sees the entrance to a hospital. “C’mon, let's get your wrist looked at. Can’t go home like this.” She unclicked his belt for him and got out of the car. He sighed deeply, the guilt weighing all the heavier on him now. The overbearing weight on his shoulders had them drooping down in reality. They silently walked together into the hospital as she checked him in with the receptionist. The visit was short, having had a quick X-ray done and his hand and wrist wrapped in a cast then arm situated in a sling. He felt pathetic beyond all rational reason. The mere fact his girl had to see him like this on top of it all was indescribable.

He tried to hide the small tears that once again escaped the corners of his eyes once they reached her car. The sight of his Civic sitting on the trailer hurts his heart. But once again, the mere idea of her leaving him once all hell breaks loose at his inevitable explanations is going to damage his soul. The drive to their apartment was silent, but not entirely tense. He was both grateful and dreading the fact they arrived home quickly. Each step up the stairs felt heavier than the last and he glanced up at his girlfriend in front of him for a split second before his eyes glued themselves to the floor once again, a silent sigh leaving his lips.

Entering the apartment and hearing (Y/N) lock the door felt more trap-like than anything. ‘No escaping it now,’ he thought. A gentle hand landed on his upper back, silently guiding him to their bedroom where she motioned for him to sit on the bed. Sitting on her side, she crossed her legs and faced him as his back rested uncomfortably against the wall. He felt wrong for leaning back so casually in a time like this, but he couldn’t find it in himself to have the strength to sit up.

“Talk to me, Shingo. Please. I haven’t seen you like this in so long, it’s honestly starting to scare me. What’s worrying you so much?” she asked, a long pause in-between before she added a “You know what…” and his heart sank.

“How about we start from the beginning? From the start of the race up to right now, okay?” she eyed him almost desperately. The sight of him like this, so weak and vulnerable, tore at her heartstrings. She felt slightly relieved when he nodded his head lightly. He inhaled, mouth slightly open as if to speak, but pausing for a moment, thinking of how to put his words together before she finally heard him speak in over an hour, “The race started out fine. Up until that corner. I guess- I got too full of myself. Thought I was some invincible guy who could finally beat the 8-6 and… when I realized I wasn’t going to, like everyone else, I figured it would’ve been better to protect my pride over just losing a race.”

When he paused, she cut the silence with “And what method did you use to try and protect your pride?”

“If I couldn’t win, I didn’t want Fujiwara to, either. So…” he raised his good hand to his head, hiding half his face with it and his fingers grip into the loose strands of his hair as he started to shake a bit, more tears threatening to fall in guilt and fear, “I was gonna have both of us wreck. I fucked that up big time. Being wrapped up in my head I didn’t see the right turn coming up and swung left. Missed the 8-6 completely, grinded the side of the car against the guardrail and clipped it. Ended up ricocheting off it and rear-ended the guardrail.” By now the man before her had tears streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the laughing or the yelling to start about how much of an idiot he was, that he never learns, never thinks about the consequences.

However, that never came. She scooted closer to him sitting to the left of his legs. “Never do that again, do you understand me?” Her tone was firm but, in a way, still gentle, still caring. He nodded quickly, taking in the feeling of her running her hand along his good arm, giving it reassuring squeezes. This continued for several minutes as she mulled over his racing tactics. Something about it seemed familiar. Like she’d heard of some other racer going around and bumping into cars. Specifically, any that weren’t FF layouts… “Shingo?”

“Mhmm.” He hummed weakly. “Remember a while back when I asked you about that rumour of someone in a Civic that went around tapping other people’s bumpers? That was you, wasn’t it?” The way she asked told him she knew the answer to that question. She could practically see him deflate when she figured it out. “Don’t do that Shingo.” She made him look up at her, her hand holding his chin. “You can’t fool me completely. Or at least not for long. Who else in Gunma drives a red Civic?”

He looks into her eyes for the first time in hours and it makes him want to cry harder. The way the moonlight bounces off them and brightens them as they stare at him so softly, so lovingly despite all the bullshit he’s done. “I didn’t want you to know that part of me. I know I’m an ass, I know I do stupid things…” he hiccupped, his chest beginning to tremble once more, “but the day you asked me about that I just couldn’t risk losing you to something I’ve done. Of being repulsed by me.”

His sobbing only got worse the longer he had to confess and explain himself, even with (Y/N) trying to be as understanding as possible and seeing her man so beat up about some racing moves hurt her at the sight. Sure, they’re dirty tricks, but no one’s gotten hurt, and she has heard of others who have pulled far more life-endangering tactics than this. The fact he’s getting worse is largening her concern by the minute. Lightly cupping his face to get his attention, he just shakes his head, staring past her, repeating “I can’t say anymore, I can’t,” his voice cracking like a scratched record.

She asks why with such a heartbroken expression on her soft face. “Cause I’ll lose you if I do.” His voice cracks and he finally caved in when she hugged him tightly, being mindful of his bad arm. Her hold is tight. Protective. Reassuring. Loving. “I’m not going anywhere Shingo.” (Y/N)’s voice even began to crack as she teared up at the utter despair she was witnessing. Using his good arm, he pulls her on top of him as best as possible to hug her in a straightened position. His head drops onto her shoulder as he shakes, sobbing almost violently.

Her fingers run soothingly through his hair in attempt to calm him down when he chokes out “I’m such a fucking idiot, I can’t even hold you properly. So fucking pathetic.” She didn’t say anything, instead shaking her head against the side of his and resting her hand protectively at the back of it. After a while his sobs and shakes died down slowly until there were none left. Having worn himself out from crying he fell asleep in her arms. Gently pulling away from him, she slowly lied him down comfortably in bed, covering him and lightly adjusting his arm. She ghosted her thumbs over his face, wiping away the nearly dried tears and smoothing out his features to relax.

She quickly did her nightly routine, changing into comfortable sleeping clothes before joining him, lightly hooking her leg over his out of habit. She must make up for the physical touch somehow since she can’t cuddle up against his bad arm. Falling asleep rather quickly from the whole ordeal allowed for an easy sleep until morning.

Being the first to wake, she made coffee, bringing two mugs and water with her. Setting them on the nightstand beside her, she climbed back into bed, watching how peacefully her boyfriend was sleeping with small sips. She was halfway done with her first cup when he finally stirred awake, his normally half lidded eyes, even more closed than usual, but open nonetheless, met hers. His eyebrows contorted in confusion when he processed that she was still here.

“Hi baby.” She smiled at him, taking a sip of her coffee. “Feeling a little better?”

“I guess.” He sat up, a leg bent on the bed and the other arched over it. His left elbow rested on his arched knee, his arm hanging limply outward. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” His voice was hoarse yet quiet.

“Of course I would. I told you; I’m not leaving. This isn’t the end of the world, Shin. We all fuck up big time at some point. Don’t beat yourself up so much over this. Everything that happened, it’s fixable, it’s replaceable, nothing was truly lost, alright? Now, here, drink this, you sound like a dying horse.” She spoke light-heartedly, handing him a bottle of water after unscrewing the cap. “I have work today in a little bit, so I set up some stuff for you to make it easy on your arm. Don’t try and do anything big around here, ‘kay?” She took his head in her free hand and pressed a kiss on his forehead before going to get ready.

He watched her go about her routine as if the events of last night never happened. It was both relieving and confusing to him. Ever the enigma, she was. He wanted to believe so badly that she was right, and it was fine to just let it go. But the weighing feeling of having let her down so heavily, having been so stupid for something that could’ve been easily avoided, nagged at the back of his mind continuously.

He was so lost in thought he barely noticed her come back in to say goodbye, leaving with another loving kiss on his nose and exiting their apartment. When Shingo heard her car start, he turned his head towards the window, seeing her drive off with his own Civic still in tow. She knew he wanted it fixed, but that was going to cost a fortune at this rate. Having to stop work for his injury was going to cut his paychecks off for a while and she was the backbone of everything now.

He never thought the consequences of one crash would be so large and affect them for so long. This continued for weeks. Yet she remained as understanding and loving as ever. Over time, his mental state was getting better, albeit slowly. His arm was healing well, only having it wrapped with firm bandages a little over a month later. He was at least able to make himself a bit more useful, keeping their place tidy and making most of the dinner for them by the time she got home. She’d always perch her head on his shoulder, watching him cook as her arms wrapped around his middle comfortably.

“Y’know babe,” she’d start, Shingo knowing what she’d say next as she’s repeated at least once a week since he’s been stuck at home, “You’d make a nice househusband, hmmm?” she’d nudge his side just under the ribs knowing he was a bit ticklish there. He’d jerk at the feeling as she giggled, and he’d groan that she got him again. She’d peck his cheek quickly before scurrying off to shower and change.

Over the duration of Shingo’s recovery, she had been as patient as she could with him, to help him see himself how she sees him, that he’s loved and to help him come to terms with his mistakes. She knew he still wasn’t in a good mindset and felt a bit guilty that a girl has her needs. She was hoping she could at least get him into it enough that she could also show him physically how much she loves him rather than saying the same words over and over through explanations. He needed to see it, feel it to understand.

As they sat in bed, (Y/N) reading a manga quietly while Shingo leant against the headboard next to her, spaced out once more, she decided to take the chance to test the waters. Silently shutting the book and placing it on the nightstand, she turned towards her boyfriend, hooking her leg over his in their usual manner. Hugging him sideways, an arm wrapped behind his back and the other in front, she placed light kisses on his neck. She could feel him tense, and she stopped, resting her head on his shoulder and looking up at him.

“Why would you still want to do that with me?” His voice was flat, unsure of what emotions he should be feeling.

“Because. You’re my man and I chose you. And after these past weeks I feel it’s time for me to show you, properly, and remind you how much I love you, in all aspects… if you’ll let me?” she placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, giving his bicep and side a comforting squeeze. He responds hesitantly, his good hand resting lightly on her waist, scared that if he presses any further, she’ll vanish. “I don’t get it. How can you even want me like this after… that.”

“Because I want to see you race again. I want to see that serious, focused look in your eyes as you haul ass down that pass. The way your arms flex and tense with shifting, turning the wheel, and just how much to use the handbrake. I wanna chase you again with our runs. I especially want you chasing me. That intimidating aura you and the car give off; it sends chills down me, Shin.” She mimics the chills effect by running her fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling him tense the muscles there.

“Remember what you were like when you had that adrenaline? That sexy ass smirk you’d put on when you had a challenger. The way your voice got growly when you wanted to prove people wrong.” Her hands lightly traced along his neck, roaming to each place of him that she described. Her fingers left a trail of heat in their wake. Shingo shivered slightly when her fingers travelled down to his v-line. “Remember how you’d get when you’d show off your techniques to me in your car? You couldn’t even get to the bottom of the pass before I’d tell you to pull over and shut the car off. God, you are one hot son of a bitch, Shingo.”

Her kisses trailed down to his collarbone, kissing the exposed skin to the rim of his shirt. She felt him squeeze her waist, his wrapped hand touching the other side. “You have no idea how much I love you.” As she continued to display her affection, he was conflicted about what he really wanted. He didn’t feel that he deserved so much attention like this but when he thought back to all the previous times, he had her calling his name like a melody, and twisting and bending her in delicious ways that she’d praise him to and beg for more, he always knew he was doing something right. Even after the last few weeks of having no intimacy he craved her touch more than anything, guilt be damned.

His carnal mind told him to throw the baggage out the window and revel in his woman, but his conscious told him to smooth things over first, end this torturous mental state and get through the pain. Maybe, just maybe, if he put himself first, decided to be a little selfish and ignore the guilt for one night, to listen to his girl’s words and take them in, try to see her point of view, he’d get through it better. His hold on her waist tightened as he made up his mind by pulling her closer, forcing her to adjust her position and straddle his thighs.

She hummed happily, knowing he accepted her, and she was going to damn well prove to him just how fucking perfect he was. “If you ever want me to stop, just say so, alright, baby? No questions asked.” She rose her head to plant a kiss on his nose, the same way she did since their first date. He nodded lightly, his thumbs lightly rubbing into her hips. “Good boy.” She smiled warmly before leaning in to give him a proper kiss.

The passion she put into her movements was almost overwhelming instantly. Even if he didn’t kiss back with as much vigor, she didn’t pull away, didn’t let down. Her hands travelled back down to the hem of his burgundy t-shirt, spreading her fingers out to feel his upper half in full as she pushed his shirt up, breaking the kiss to pull it off him, still being mindful of his injured wrist.

The second his shirt fell to the floor, her lips latched back onto his, the ghostly pressure of her snake bites pressing against his soft lips pulled a light sigh out of him. He always loved the way her piercings felt on his skin, even along his neck and chest, the small red metal loops never failed to elicit those lovely sounds from his throat. The second she got the chance to slip her tongue in past his parted lips, she pressed her tongue against his, the piercing on her wet muscle earning a low moan and a firmer grip on her hips.

Her hands dropped to the waistband of his pants, lithe fingers ghosting down and over his slowly growing length. She whispered words of praise and details of him that she found beautiful; his eyes. Attractive; his face and body, his both adorable and unexplainably hot nose, and so much more that he was melting completely under her touch. She had him sighing and whimpering so prettily, his voice whispering her name as she took her time showing him just how much she wanted him. Just as she was about to hook her fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants, their eyes met and-

“Yo, Shingo!” Growling in annoyance, his eyes snapped over to the guy who pulled him back to reality, his cigarette bent in half as well. “What.” The man approaching him put his hands up in surrender, surprised by the sudden hostility.

“Nothin’ man, just wanted to see how things were going. You looked pretty spaced out there.”

“Was going fine until you brought me back to the cesspool of reality.” Shingo took a long drag of his bent cigarette before stomping it out and breathing the smoke out through his nose in an annoyed sigh. His eyes landed back on his girl and her friend, seeing Nakazato still with them. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes that he was daydreaming for, the race hadn’t even started yet. He kept his gaze directed on the three of them, picking up on how her friend stared at Takeshi almost dreamily like she does with the Takahashi Brothers as well. (Y/N) however, had her back completely to him so he couldn’t tell, but that annoyingly soft smile Takeshi was displaying pissed him off.

He always kind of hated deep down that Takeshi seemed to have all the looks. Didn’t have a weird nose, had a defined, angular facial structure that the girl’s would lose their shit over, how his eyebrows complimented his eye’s shape, all of it. It was annoying. Then the day he got his “sweet 3-2” it’s like he became as much a bitch magnet as the Takahashi’s.

But when Shingo and his girl got deeper into their relationship, he was surprised at how much she’d stare at him, complimenting his features, and then winking at him with play seduction before going back to what she was doing. He came around quickly with the fact she only had eyes for him and loved the way she’d give disgusted looks to random guys who tried talking her up before she simply pointed in Shingo’s direction so he could flip them off as he took a sip of his beer if it was at a bar. He’d always pick up on the way she smirked when he’d do that, always muttering in his ear a few minutes later how his “jealousy and bad boy attitude was fucking hot.”

Deciding he had enough of the way Takeshi kept looking over to her, Shingo called him over. “Oi, Nakazato, come here for a ‘sec.” He motioned him over with the cigarette he just lit to calm his stress. Takeshi had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind; Shingo sounded eerily calm for a change. This can’t be good. The girls looked over, hearing Shingo’s voice and (Y/N) smiled at him with a little wave of her fingers before turning her attention back to her friend who’s now leaning an arm on her shoulder and pointing across the street at something.

Takeshi approached Shingo, his hands in his pockets as he gave the Civic driver a nod in acknowledgement. “What’s up?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than hit up my girl?” Shingo gave him a pointed look of annoyance, his eyebrows arched as his eyes looked upward but his head barely moving, giving off a stronger aura of intimidation.

“You know she’s on our team, Shingo. The least I can do is be nice and strike up some conversation like I do with the rest of the guys.”

“You don’t give the guys that interested look you’ve been giving her for the last few minutes.” He paused, taking another drag of his cigarette, his tone remaining lower than usual, even with all the people chatting about. He didn’t want to draw attention and make a scene, potentially embarrassing his girlfriend if he had some outburst. Nah, this was strictly between him and Takeshi.

“Listen, I’m not trying to start some kind of split or anything with you two, I’m just interested in her potential as a racer. You’ve been teaching her the gumtape techniques, right? I was surprised she’s been learning it quickly and having to retrain herself in her braking style. ‘Mean... I have been curious how you scored her anyway; I was going to ask her that...” The R32 driver scratched the back of his somewhat bashfully, his cheeks a faint pink.

“Why the hell do you care so much about how I got her?” Shingo’s signature snarky tone resonated through his throat. Little did Takeshi know; it was her who got Shingo.

“Uh, no reason really… just,” Takeshi looked away, slightly embarrassed, “she’s hot you know? And talented.”

“Of course, I know she’s hot, dumbass, she’s my girlfriend.” He glared at Nakazato, not liking the idea of him staring at his woman so much. “So, if you’re done staring, which you should have been ages ago, why don’t you go try to pick up some other chick that ain’t my woman, huh.” He snarled possessively. “Out of all the chicks around here that admire and fawn over you cause you’re ‘so talented’ and have a ‘cool car’ you have to lay your eyes on my girl?”

Shingo noticed the way Takeshi side-eyed the road underneath them, (Y/N) did something similar when she knew she had been caught for something, whether it was for something light-hearted and playful or something serious. Shingo scoffed, “Seriously man? You seem to have all the women at your feet around here like you’re one of the fuckin’ RedSuns. Fuck, bro, you even have a thing for Sayuki even if she doesn’t like you and is a royal pain in the ass, can’t you go for someone else that isn’t (Y/N)?” He took another inhalation of his cigarette, this time quicker with an angry inhale and exhale.

“I’ll be damned if she has even the slightest notion of wanting to go for you. Just because you half-assedly gel your hair, listen to the same music bitches around here dig, and drive that shitty ass R32 doesn’t mean you can just walk in thinking you can win over my woman, got it?” he snarled viciously. He was seething and Takeshi could feel it rolling off the man in waves. Even his Civic, that sat silently, which he was sitting on the hood of seemed to be radiating a heavy form of malice that sent shivers down his spine. It was the same malicious aura Shingo and his ride radiated before the wreck and he still tapped bumpers.

Despite the chilling waves he was getting from Shingo and his car, Takeshi could pick up on the physical tenseness in the man’s muscles. His position on the hood of the Civic with his ankle sitting on his knee, rigid arms hanging over his raised leg. His head was tilted to one side slightly to get a better look at Nakazato, eyeing him up with a glare. Was Shingo really that scared of losing his girlfriend to someone else? The sheer possessiveness was also borderline protective with the words he unleashed like a spitfire. Like he was justifying reasons as to why she wouldn’t want anyone else. “Piss off Nakazato, you ain’t gettin’ her.” He said in another eerily calm tone; it was his final warning.

“Loud and clear, man. I promise I wasn’t trying to do anything; I just admire her driving capabilities. She learns quick is all – lets uh, just drop it, yeah? Sorry for bringing it up…” he raises his hands out of his pockets in surrender.

Just when the tension felt like it was finally going to die down and both men could get a second of peace and breathing room, one of the spectators noticed the two NightKids together. Approaching the two racers with his couple of buddies in tow, he speaks up.

“Aye, Shingo, how ‘ya been recovering man? Heard about that run in with the 8-6 during y’all’s race. How’d you lose to that junkheap and turn your car into one in the process?” he chuckled along with his buddies, looking back at them as they did so. The asshole wasn’t quiet with his announcement, gaining the sharp attention of Shingo’s girlfriend, not even fifty feet away. She watched silently, her head nearly turned all the way around while her body stayed put, like an owl stalking its prey without moving. As the idiot kept talking about Shin’s most recent fuck ups, she silently handed her coffee to her friend, turning fully and slowly stalking over with dark eyes, upper half and tilted head almost unmoving in contrast to her strides. The three men still cackling didn’t notice her at first until she stood right next to one of the guys on the left of the ‘leader’ of the group.

Feeling a presence next to him, he looked over to see a girl dressed in all black consisting of a punkish jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots, jumping back towards his friends at the sudden appearance. Her lip rings glinting red from the streetlamps and belt chains glistening and clinking slightly as she adjusted her hands in her pockets. Her eyes were narrow and dark, head tilted ominously as she stared up at them much like Shingo did to Takeshi. Being shorter than them in height, she found it to be a useful fear tactic. A few strands of her hair landed on her cheek, partially covering her eye. What freaked them out further was the fact she hadn’t blinked since she made eye contact with them. Her unblinking eyes then flicked to the so-called leader of the trio, daring him to speak.

Meanwhile, Shingo and Takeshi watched from the side. Takeshi could feel her silent anger, it nearly mimicked the same that came off Shingo not moments earlier. Shingo, however, smiled with amusement. The way these assholes talked a lot of shit, acting like the hottest motherfuckers around, only to start shitting themselves at his short goth girlfriend. Deep down he was grateful she always acted quickly to defend him.

“Would you be so kind as to fucking repeat that again? I’d love to hear it once more only to cut you off as I castrate those pathetic things you call balls. With. A. Spoon.” Her tone was low, deep, and her speech eerily proper for such an insult. She smiled at them, and they could’ve called it innocent if not for her eyes, murderous posture, and choice of words.

They quickly stuttered out apologies as they scrambled over each other trying to run off anywhere that wasn’t near her. Shingo stood up from his place on the hood, to come up beside her, wrapping his right arm around her back to rest his hand on the side of her hip, squeezing lightly as a silent notion to walk with him. She smiled warmly towards him, no longer holding hidden malice. Sneaking her left hand in his front right pants pocket to hold onto him they walked over to her friend who was snickering at the whole ordeal, calling them idiots and looking like deer in headlights that had enough brain cells left to run.

When it was announced that the race was coming to an end soon and the competitors only had a few more corners to cover, Shingo leaned into his girl’s ear. “Hey baby, why don’t we head out first and turn the downhill into a practice run for ‘ya, hmm? Go set up the tape n’ our phones, yeah? I’ll catch up to you in a minute and watch your form.” Kissing the shell of her ear, he handed her his phone and his keys. She nodded excitedly, practically prancing over to their matching EGs.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Shingo’s car she pulled the gumtape out of the glovebox cutting off two long strips. She called his phone with hers, pressing the answer button putting them both on speaker, then attaching the tape to the front of their phones, sticking his to the dashboard securely above the air vents. Doing the same to her phone in her car, she threw Shingo’s keys back at him as he reached the front of his car, talking with a few of the NightKids he was cool with.

Glancing over to her, he gave her a small swing of his head in the direction of the downhill with a cigarette dangling between the smirk he wore. She nearly giggled to herself as she hopped in her sleek black EG. Starting the car and exiting the parking lot slowly, avoiding the spectators still present, she pulled onto the road, the ecstatic sound of her engine reverberating through the pass. Shingo finished up his small talk with the boys, putting out his cigarette and starting the car, he peeled out of the parking lot, speeding along to catch up to his girl.

As (Y/N) cleared the first few corners she could see people on the sidelines ahead turning their heads in her direction as she sped the car around the corners and straightaways. Some commented about having never seen a black EG6 around Gunma before, let alone Myogi. After she had passed around the next corner, another Civic engine was heard, it was louder and the occasional backfire from the exhaust could be heard. The scarlet FR Killer drifted around the tight corner before recovering flawlessly, gaining speed and repeating the same maneuver. The dark aura it gave off as its headlights blinded the spectators' eyes, sent chills down their spines as they realized Shingo may not like having another EG6 to compete with locally.

Soon, his headlights appeared in her rearview mirrors, and she sighed in relief that he finally showed up. She was starting to get nervous and felt like she was going to mess up a corner if she kept handbraking to drift like she was. It always terrified her that it was going to spin out by using the handbrake to drift instead of the wheels like everyone else. He began closing the gap quickly and she felt giddier the closer he got.

The fact so many people were present put her under pressure as well. She braked and turned the wheel left, gripping around a corner, but slower than she did just last night. “You can take these corners a little faster baby, you’ll be fine.” She heard Shingo’s voice softly say from her phone’s speaker. Looking in her mirror again she saw his headlights getting bigger and could make out a bit of red.

“I know… this many people here are making me nervous… feel like I’m gonna fuck up. And the drifting still bothers me.” She sighed out, stepping on the gas at the start of the straightaway. His lights disappeared for a split second before shining back after a drift around the corner she just passed. At this point, almost everyone still on the sidelines watched the two EGs get closer together and they felt that same bone chilling aura come off the red one.

“Man, Shoji’s getting mad close to that other EG, you think he’s gonna tap the bumper like he does with the others?” one guy exclaimed, worried he was going to pull the move and they’d end up getting hit by the black mass of the new Civic. The word spread quickly down the pass with walkie talkies and phone calls that the NightKids second best was tailing behind the black Civic. All sorts of assumptions that he was reverting to his old ways of bumping into cars to make them lose control became the topic of the spectators. “But the black one is also an FF, it wouldn’t lose control that easily, bumped or not, right?” some would ask, others replying with, “If the driver isn’t skilled enough, anyone’s gonna spin out and lose control at a high-speed corner.”

The mass had mixed emotions, some being excited to see the FR Killer in action, and others worried someone was going to wreck and slam into a guardrail, taking others with them. As the two civics gained on the next corner, Shingo’s front bumper was at least only a few inches away from (Y/N)’s rear. “When we drift on this corner, pull the brake gently and only about a fourth of the way up to start, push it down some then back up again to hold the drift alright, baby?” Shingo instructed and she replied with a soft “Okay.”

They braked at the same time, entering their drifts in tandem. The crowd at the corner nearly shit themselves thinking Shingo had hit her, but someone called out with, “Holy shit, they’re drifting as close together as the Takahashi’s can!” The side of their car’s only inches apart and they recovered from the drift once again at the same time, and he held his position close behind her. Their engines roaring and growling in roughly the same tunes as they upshifted, accelerating down the short straightaway before repeating another drift.

“Damn it. I messed up those corners, Shinnn!” she whined, complaining that her line was off slightly. She heard him chuckle at the other end, “You did fine, hot stuff. You recovered outta that pretty well. Just keep goin’, I’m right behind ‘ya.”

“I feel like with you so close I’m gonna mess up a drift or something and take you with me. This handbrake stuff is kinda freaky, you sure we can’t drift with all the wheels like FRs if we put enough power in it to slide?”

“Nope. The slide comes from the brake; most effective way to drift our cars, sweetheart.” She groaned once more, him chuckling at her cute complaints.

When they reached the longest straight away of Myogi, he jerked the wheel to get in the lane beside her and line up their cars. He looked over at her, giving her one of those rare softish smirks she only ever saw when they were alone. She grinned, sticking her tongue out at him before locking eyes back on the road with a giggle. Rolling his eyes, he did the same and the crowd at the upcoming corner widened their eyes at the four headlights rapidly approaching them. “Why the hell are they next to each other now?! Neither can make a pass, the road’s too narrow here!”

“Shingo’s pissed, isn’t he? He seriously wants this guy off his home course.” Funny how no one outside of the cars knew of the little spectacle seconds prior and that Shingo’s supposed rival was a woman, let alone his girlfriend. “You’d think he’d appreciate another FF in the area, an EG6 on top of it, but damn, he’s really gotta be the best, huh?”

“Stay at the speed you’re goin’ and grip around the first half of this corner then pull the handbrake up almost halfway, release it, up again at a fourth, then down again. You know the wheel’s gonna give you that resistance, just keep pulling it right in small jolts, not too far though. Keep that left hand on your shifter and shift up to fifth just as you’re coming out of the corner, got it?” he instructed a bit more seriously, seeing as this was the largest corner on Myogi as well, providing the means for a longer drift. Replying with a quick “yeah,” Shingo braked first, taking his place back behind her and moving to the outside line, he copied her movements, watching her technique like a hawk and seeing her pull off a perfect drift and keeping the wheel resistance at bay beautifully. “Atta girl, baby.” he said proudly.

She smiled at his words, shifting to fifth gear and pulling out of the corner in tandem with him. The crowd’s jaws were to the floor, slowly looking at one another in disbelief. “Why do I feel like they’re working together…?” and “Man, I’ve got chills. I thought we were gonna die for a minute” came from several people.

Looking in her mirror, eyes landing on Shin’s Civic, she visibly relaxed. The sight of his car behind her always gave her comfort and reassurance when she was pushing her practices like this. He’s only ever bumped into her once and it helped to stabilize her when she began sliding too tightly. It was a practice night like this, no one on the pass and she started to turn into a corner too sharply, knowing she couldn’t pull herself out of it, he sped up just enough to tap the part of her bumper that was closest to him on the outside just before she started to slide and her car regained its grip on the road from straightening out some.

Since then, knowing he’s behind her and sensing if she does something too quickly or tightly, he’s there to buffer her. It was funny knowing the mere sight of his car in others’ mirrors meant trouble but to her it was a sign that her man had her back.

It didn’t take much longer for them to reach the end of the pass, and continue into the city, slowing down to the speed limits. They made small talk over the phone speakers, arriving home within minutes. Parking and taking the tape off their phones, they exit and lock the cars, heading up the stairs to their apartment. The second they cross the threshold of the door and the sound of it locking resonates, Shingo’s hands are on her hips, rubbing down to the back of her thighs and up to hold her ass. Squeezing the soft flesh he loves to revel in, she tilts her head up to look at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her wrists.

“Something on your mind, sir?” she smirked knowingly, her eyes flicking between his own and his mouth as she bit her bottom lip, one of her lip rings disappearing behind her teeth in the way that drives him crazy.

“Call me that again and we’ll see where it gets you.” He growled, lowering his head to nip at her neck, his hands gripping the soft plush of her rear once more as she whispers his name with a drawl. Lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrap around his thin waist, and she can immediately feel the boner in his pants rubbing against her as he took them to their room. Dropping her back first into the bed, he hovered over her, intertwining a hand with hers as their lips met feverishly. “You are…” a deep kiss “so fucking hot…” another laced with tongue “when you drive.” He finished, breathily between kisses. Their tongues danced roughly, (Y/N)’s tongue piercing drew out the most enticing of moans from the man above her.

His hand travelled quickly to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head, then quickly unhooking her bra, throwing it across the room. His lightly calloused fingers were already working at the button of her jeans and the zipper, yanking them down by the thighs as she helped kick them off, bending forward to take her socks off with them. Leaving her in only lacy red panties, she smiled up innocently at him, seeing his mouth looking like it wanted to water at the sight.

“Got a little surprise for you, Shin.” His eyes flicked up to hers in curiosity, silently prompting her to reveal it. She flipped onto her stomach revealing that it was his name in the form of English letters, strung across the top string of her panties, like a charm bracelet, the letters were covered in small diamonds. He nearly came in his pants from the sight alone. Looking over her shoulder, she watched his reaction. Biting her lip as he reached out run his fingers over the letter and lace, he growled out, “You’re really making it difficult to not rip these off of you.”

“Well, I intend on wearing them again, so if you take them off nicely, you can have me any way you’d like.” She said with that mind-fucking seductive tone. Inhaling deeply, he did as she said, with much restraint. Taking hold of her thighs he began to twist them, silently telling her to turn back over. She made herself comfortable, lying back down, hair splayed around her head. Shingo knelt and hooked her thighs over his shoulders, spreading them out just a bit further before he hummed, pleased with the sight before him, he dove in, licking a flat stripe up her clit. Hearing her gasp for a breath was only the start of his motivation. Digging his fingers into the muscle of her thighs, he changed his game, pointing his tongue to push into her, curling it up, swirling, and licking repeatedly. Each time her thighs tensed, he’d rub his thumbs against them, a silent command she’s come to learn to relax them.

Curling his tongue up, he pushed it inward, pressing against her clit, earning him a string of delicious moans and whimpers of his name from her pretty throat. He knew his woman inside and out. He would have her convulsing within minutes as he kept up his ministrations. Her thighs would tense and relax occasionally, her hands tugging at his dark hair, especially when he prodded at certain areas.

“Shingo.” She huffed out, her pants continuing and growing heavier as she neared closer to release. When he started thrusting his tongue in and retracting outward with an upward curl, her whines grew, thighs tensed to the point no rubbing was going to relax them, and her fingers tangled tightly in his hair.

His signature high pitched chuckle emitted from the back of his throat as he eagerly lapped up her release, kneading her thighs as he hummed at the sweet taste of her. Her sweet moans and whines were music to his ears. Pulling away from her as her convulsions lessened to nothingness, he wiped the remaining bits around his mouth with his thumb before sucking it off, eyes half-lidded as he held her gaze.

“Look at you. All fucked out and we barely started, pretty girl. You want more o’ me?” he hovered over her once again, gently brushing strands of her hair out of her face, soaking in her features and cloudy eyes. She nodded almost tiredly, mumbling “Always want you, Shin. ‘M never gonna get enough of you.” Her pouty voice and the way her arms lift tiredly to reach for his forearms, holding onto him limply, made his dick twitch, reminding him how painfully constricted he was.

“Move up and get comfy baby girl, you know damn well you’re gonna take all of me.” Pushing himself upright, he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up his back and over, stripping himself of it completely. (Y/N) was nearly drooling at the lovely sight. No matter how many times she’s seen him take his shirt off that way daily, it always sparked many thoughts in the wide and deep rabbit hole that was her mind.

She barely processed how quickly he freed himself of his pants and tight boxers before crawling on top of her, the sensation of his deliciously hard cock rubbing against her soaked folds pulling her from her light daze. Instinctively, she hooked her leg over his calf, a known sense of comfort and closeness she’d come to love so easily. His lips kiss across the collarbone she has the Kanji of his name tattooed on. Being there when she got it, it’s his favourite tattoo of hers. So much in fact, he purposely nips and bites and sucks at the skin next to it, leaving his mark on her soft skin as he pushes himself into her slowly. Breathing deeply, she squeezes his arm with one hand and claws at his back with the other. “Relax, babe… squeezin’ me too tight.” He strained out, breath hot against her skin.

Stopping his movements he waited until she relaxed enough before grasping her hip and bottoming out inside her in one large thrust. The loud moan she rewarded him with was sure to wake the neighbors, but he didn’t give a shit. He had to reward his girl for driving so well earlier. Give her some more motivation to practice even harder tomorrow night. “Fuck, you always take me so well, don’t ‘cha sweet girl?” she nodded quickly, wanting more and wiggling her hips to gain even the slightest friction.

Giving into her wishes, and his own, he set his usual rough and fast pace. What he may lack slightly compared to others in girth and length he certainly makes up for with skill and that slight upward curve that hits her g-spot head on within seconds. Her head tilts back further into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and rolling to the back of her head as she moans Shingo’s name, though quieter than the first time. Her nails claw deeper into his back, leaving red marks, even drawing small bits of blood in some spots as he whimpers out “Fuck baby, God, this pussy was made for my cock.” His whimpers turned to loud whines as he continued to pump inside of her, his words, sounds and the feeling of his cock overwhelming her as she clenches around him and he releases a higher pitched groan, his fingers digging further into her hip, the other taking a gentle hold around her throat. His thumb lightly rubs the side of her neck, and she opens her mouth partially, the small tip of her tongue protruding just past her teeth to bite it at the lovely feeling of her new necklace starting to gently squeeze but not cut off airflow. Her eyes roll back once more, this time the full whites of her eyes showing, a breathy whine vibrating against his hand.

Recognizing the familiar pattern of her walls fluttering and clenching against him on top of the sudden pants and deep breaths she takes in, he rolls his hips, getting a slightly deeper thrust in earning a hiccup from her. “S-Shin…” she stuttered his name several times, not being able to say it completely. “I know baby, you’ll get to cum soon. Hold out a little longer for me, yeah?” his words turned raspy, along with his breathy groans.

“I can’t. I can’t Shin… wanna cum, please.” Small tears threatened to fall at the corners of her eyes when he increased his brutal pace. It felt like he was hitting places deeper than she thought existed. “Heh. Look at that baby,” He panted a few times, “really were made for me, weren’t ‘cha? Can see myself a bit in you.” His words confused her hazy mind, she turned her head to the side, to see what he meant, her side vision not catching anything out of the ordinary until he took one of her hands, covering it completely with his bigger one and placing it down on her lower stomach, applying some pressure where she could feel that region rising and falling slightly every time he thrusted in and pulled out.

Mumbling his name then a string of incoherent words, she weakly grabbed the arm he used to keep balance, trying her best to grasp firmly despite her hand falling repeatedly the more she tried to hold onto him as she came. The string of convulses in her walls, had him cum right after, a line of curses pouring out of his mouth. Shingo dropped onto his arm, using his forearm and elbow to keep himself from crushing her. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Shingo grabbed her thigh, lifting it so her calf would wrap around his back as he slowly rolled them over into a sitting position with her straddling his pelvis.

She groaned weakly, his still throbbing cock inside of her. He got comfortable leaning back against the headboard as he ran a hand over her hair softly, his other hand resting on the softness of her thigh, rubbing and kneading it lightly. Her head rested on his shoulder; face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her arms hung limply at her side, but she didn’t care, he wore her out good.

Through the haze of her mind and the delicious soreness between her thighs, she could feel a small trail of Shingo’s cum leak down her thigh, sticking to her gently, a ghostly reminder of how good he treats her. She makes a small move with the intent to get up and try to clean up before she falls asleep, however her man pushes her back down onto his cock by the hips and she chokes out a small hiccup. “Hold on baby. Want ‘cha to stay like this a ‘lil longer, wanna feel you a little closer to me, yeah?” he says lowly, his usual raspy voice once again present.

She only nodded slowly, her senses focusing more on the feeling his cum drip further down both of her thighs now. Hiding her face deeper into his neck and pressing her chest closer to his, he chuckled seeing the dim shine on her thigh. “Mmm, made quite a mess of you, haven’t I?” his hand tangled in her hair, pulling it gently to the side to show her neck, leaving a teasing, light kiss on the sensitive skin. “Heh, nothing I love more than showing you that you’re mine, right sweet girl?” he adjusts his hips, making his cock shift inside of her, eliciting a high-pitched whine from his girl.

“Shh, baby. Can’t help but wanna feel the inside of you more. You’re just so fuckin’ warm… makin’ me wanna stay like this forever. Just wanna keep you nice n’ warm, keep you full of my cum n’ never let you leave.” His voice sounded so sweet and soft in contrast to his delicious, filthy words.

“Mhmm,” she hummed lightly, “Always gonna want you, Shin.”

#initial d #initiald #fanfic #fanfiction #anime #shingo shoji #shingo shoji x reader #x reader #initial d x reader #x reader lemon #x reader smut #scarletnakazato

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I need to write something ffs

A funnyman's recap of Blue Archive

Volume 1 Chapter 1

The archiving system of this game's story can be confusing, but you end up rolling with it at some point.

Anyhow, we begin this first actual storyline of the game by Sensei accepting a plea for help from a smaller school.

Turns out Abydos Academy used to be the largest school before desertification ate most of the land belonging to it, resulting in attempts at disaster relief eating through funds. This got the school in deep shit with loan sharks...

And this is basically why that school only has 5 students remaining.

What the fuck.

But Sensei is undaunted and goes there on his own!

Except the district is still large as hell, so they end up lost and dehydrated after three hours. Considering it's a desert district...

But yeah, Sensei then gets found by a student who winds up taking them piggyback to Abydos Academy, where we meet the Foreclosure Task Force, aka the five last students of Abydos.

Now, I will have the cliffnotes less detailed here BC certain details will be mentioned as I go along this story.

Sunaookami Shiroko

Very sporty

The one to take Sensei all the way to Abydos on her back

Wears a Sig SSG 556 "White Fang 465"

Rarely emotes

Has a fucking combat drone

Very attached to the FTF

Anubis, judge of the dead

Kuromi Serika

Tsundere catgirl

AR70/223 "Sincerity" (lmao)

Extremely stubborn

Very hardworking

Bastet, goddess of cats

Izayoi Nonomi

The curves on this girl wtf

Head of provisions (snack provider)

Wields her "Mini No.5", a GE M134

Rich as fuck, does not act like it at all

Will offer lap pillows to people she likes

Nephthys, a goddess of death alongside her sister Isis

Okusora Ayane

Idk why, but that one was the full body pic I got for her in search

Treasurer of FTF

The one holding the Braincell

Flips the table when she reaches her limit

Compared to her, everyone acts like a nutcase (slight exaggeration)

SIG p229 "Common Sense"

Heals by drone strike

Either Isis, goddess of birth, rebirth and magic or Thoth, god of scribes and scholars

Takanashi Hoshino

Perma eepy

Talks like an old man

Has a foldable riot shield

Seeming bing chilling, actually worrywart

Loves marine life, like whales

Head of the FTF and acting student council prez

Beretta 1301 Tactical "Eye of Horus" (guess what god she is)

These are the last members of their school, and they are up shits creek without a paddle. Under siege by delinquents and over 900 Million Yen (about 9 Million Dollars) in debt and with almost no way to earn money, plus the interest rate, things are dire.

At least the siege can be solved by Sensei ordering some ammo for all and coordinating a counteroffensive. The debt, not so much.

Turns out Abydos went ignored by the GSC for some reason (politics, probs) and Sensei is their first ray of hope in a while.

Sorta. We later learn that Nonomi is so motherfucking rich that she has a credit card with no known upper limit and could wipe the debt out in a swipe. However, principle of the thing, so no do that.

Bit dumb, considering, but they get by... barely.

So their next course of action to get some money is to find out about jobs in their area. Serika winds up falling for a pyramid scheme, so we all band together to fuck these fraudsters up.

Next suggestion: rob a bank!

Shiroko seems to be a big fan of Payday, enough so that her hobby is planning bank heists. Of course they need masks and a plan and new identities of this.

The name "Masked Swimsuit Gang" ends up sticking. (They don't even wear swimsuits here)

However, before then, a new threat arises! The loan sharks are a subsidy of Kaiser Corporation, the biggest corp in Kivotos and all-around assholes. The head twat hires a certain agency to ensure Abydos' demise and securing what remains of the land the last Prez sold off for loans.

They are Problem Solver 68 and they are....

A bunch of misfits

Onikata Kayoko

Listens to death metal

Loves cats

The one with the brain

H&K P30L with Silencer "Demon's Roar"

Very level headed

Actual sweetheart

Asagi Mutsuki

Nicknamed "The Imp"

Kind of kusogaki

Mischievous, likes pranking people

Will kill for the people she likes

Pranks the people she likes a lot

Her and her new year's alt has some of the most questionable Live2Ds

MG5 "Trick or Trick"

Igusa Haruka

The kind of girl you just want to swaddle in a blanket and protect her from all harm

Went through horrible bullying in middle school

Nonexistent self esteem

Described to have a dangerous mind

Grows weeds because she associates with them

FABARM SDASS Tactical "Blow Away"

Who did this to her I just wanna talk-

Rikuhachima Aru

That one Blue Archive song, "Unwelcome School", is heavily associated with her

You see her and think "badass"

Haruka thinks so; Aru put a stop to the bullying

However: she is a GIGANTIC FUCKING DORK

She does not recognise the Abydos students when they're wearing just a mask

Loves to act cool, panicking inside

She founded her part timer agency because she wanted to be a outlaw

Her schemes fly by the seat of her pants

She is a complete lovable idiot

PSG-1 "Wine Red Admire"

Naturally, problem solver 68 ends up befriending their apparent targets (they didn't know at the time) while out eating at a ramen shop Serika works at. All of that before they go and attack the school and fail to defeat the FTF because Sensei magic.

Aru panics and regroups and then meets the girls again! While they're in masks and on their way to rob a black market bank because if has the money they paid as interest to fuck shit loans.

Everyone but Aru recognises them, who thinks they're so god damn cool for robbing a bank.

It's unfortunate that PS69- sorry, 68 gets outta dodge because asshole McGee is assmad they failed to put the screws on Abydos.

Sensei offers help, but has to be kindly refused. Don't worry, this lovable moron and her unstoppable crew of one punk chick, one imp and one High-powered depression-run bomb builder of a school girl terrorist will be back

And, yes, that one is Haruka, who winds up blowing up the Ramen store because she thought it would help Aru.

Help this girl.

Back to story: FTF can't take the money home because it wouldn't be okay, so they leave the bag with blown-up ramen shop owner (he's okay, just a little singed).

Suddenly, invasion! Not by Kaiser Corp, but by Gehenna Academy, one of the big three! They wanna learn what the fuck is up for reasons. This time, I'll write what happens with each of the featured characters in the bullet notes because that is their only appearance in the story.

Shiromi Iori

Sporty, think Track and Field

Member of the Prefect Team

Very much for law and order

Hunts down troublemakers

Hot headed, spearheads the assault to Abydos and gets her cheeks clapped for it

One of the very few students canon Sensei acts lewd towards

We talking licking her feet (????), we talking bothering her with tasks, we talking looking up her skirt

Yeah, I don't know either, but she tends to send mixed signals

During summer event: "I'm not wearing a swimsuit so you can perv on me!" Proceeds to wear the skimpiest swimsuit the age rating can allow

Karabiner 98k (the deleter rifle from back when call of duty was still young). Hers is called "Crack shot"

Aaaa it turns out only 10 pics per post! Will reblog this with continuation

Oh btw, during that fight Serika tanks a grenade from a fucking Flak. We get told she just had to "sleep it off for a day"

What. The. Fuck. Are these students

#blue archive #kuromi serika #sunaookami shiroko #izayoi nonomi #okusora ayane #takanashi hoshino #shiromi iori #rikuhachima aru #igusa haruka #asagi mutsuki #onikata kayoko

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That one scene from Hercules the Disney movie

Captain cold : I can’t believe you’re getting so walked up about some hero

Captain boomerang : this one is different. He’s honest and sweet. Captain cold : oh please

Captain boomerang : he would never do anything to hurt me

Captain cold : he’s the flash

No, 'cause Boomer is probably so defensive about it. Cold would rather die than admit he cares, but he saw how Speedster can and will fuck you up, so whenever the two r just chilling around him, he gets full-on nitpicky.

Because of Flash's speed healing, I honestly doubt he has a lot of scars, especially from Digger, but the other way around? It's never anything too dangerous, usually a smaller cut that healed badly in the prison or something alike, but he has more than many scars from our fav Speedster. It's nothing that's too noticeable usually and his biggest harm was breaking his nose once or twice, which with how many times it was broken already makes it less than worth noting...

...for anyone, but Leonard Snart himself and his picky nature. Does he intend to make Flash feel bad with his snarky comments? Not exactly, but he's happy with it, even if they won't break up. Golden Glider absolutely adores it and tries her best to comfort Digger by saying "It's just in his big brother nature", but she's also not sure about what Flash wants from this relationship.

I wrote before that the JLA would need some time to understand that Digger is dating him without a second reason, but the Rouges? Some of them would eventually accept that Captain Boomerang and The Flash are dating just because they like each other and no-one is planning on changing their sides, even if Boomer is already on the grey-ish spectrum (tho most Rouges enjoy being on the grey-ish spectrum), some of them would never understand.

Trickster, for one, adores the fact that he can now hang out with the Flasher and just fool around! He's pretty fond of it and Boomer looks 100 times happier than before, so he's okay with it as long as it won't mess up anything.

Mirror Motherfucker- I mean, Master likes that he can annoy Barry more, but his fun is usually cut short because if there's one thing this man can do, it's running. The second Boomer is ready for their date or just happy to get somewhere else, he disappears. Him and Mirror boy ain't becoming besties any time soon, sadly. Lisa, who adores M&M(s), is a little sad because of it.

I feel like Captain Cold could warm up to the idea- (haha, get it?) but over all, he would not be a fan. You can see your totally-not-friend get his ass handed by a guy this many times before not trusting him with said totally-not-friend.

Weather Wizard would take a hot moment to warm up to the Speedster, but in the end, he'd be happy for the two (CC: Et tu, Mark?). He is the one and probably only Rouge that is willing to listen to Digger's rants about speedy. He's not trusting Barry per se, but he's not unhappy about the two together - even if there's no gain for him in it.

Golden Glider, a sour sweetheart she is, acts way more happily about it than she is - if she'll learn that Mark gets the juicy info from Digi, she's silently seething. Might be a little too much like her brother sometimes...

Heatwave, gods bless him, is slightly bitter about the fact that the Suicide Squad knows before them. Like, what do you mean people that kidnapped you know before us, your friend- he means, coworkers! He sulks a little, but as he's pretty happy for Digger, he is not as happy for Flash.

Also, a lil thing:

(expect possible ColdWeather/Hail aka CC x WW in the closest future <3 bc i lov 'em

Also the chatfic will happen!! I'll post the link to it, bc this mf is going to be on ao3, sorry <3 ships expected: Boomerflash, HarleyIvy, Flag x Deadshot for fun, Mirror Master x Golden Glider possibly, ColdWeather/Hail probably

It will be a chiller, easy to read and write ff! More info later <3)

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Ehrenfest: from a middle duchy to a republic ᶠᶠ (Dawnfall of Bibliophile part 1)

(This is just random ff on AoaB I wrote after two months of writing block. Easter eggs included. Enjoy!)

(English is not my first language)

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I laid my head on my desk. It fought back the sleepiness. I rubbed my eyes to keep them open and frowned at the sight of the study books in front of me.

Curse the Yurgenschmidt's emperor for establishing compulsory schooling.

The bell signaled the start of the last period for the day - history. I hated history with all my might. Don't get me wrong, I love myths and legends, but learning about all the kings, emperors and presidents made my head dizzy.

I listened to the teacher talking about one of Ehrenfest's greatest figures. She was talking about Lady Rozemyne, the so called Saint of Ehrenfest. She had a great impact on today's technology. The republic of Ehrenfest, in that time just a middle duchy Ehrenfest, was suffering from the last civil war.

Lady Rozemyne invented many things to help her people and overall raise the status of our duchy. The historians argue about many mysteries surrounding her. Some says she was born genius, other says she had alien civilization help her and give her the knowledge to build things like printing press. And there are many more bizarre theories like that.

People also like to talk about the legend of her being a saint or reincarnation of a goddess. Which I would love to believe, but apparently, those are only stories, since science proved no things like magic existed.

I wish I could live in a world with magic and mana.

The other interesting thing about her was that she came out of nowhere. She literally had no parents. When the archaeologist found her corpse and scientists studied her genetics, there was no match with anybody from her family. It was like she was born out of thin air.

Hehe... Try explaining this, science.

I smirked at the thought that there actually might have been some magic. Lady Rozemyne was great source of mysterious legends.

The class came to end with me still fantasising about world with cool magic and epic monsters.

I went straight to my grandparents' house. I live on the west part of the capital city New Eisenreich. It was built around the original city Eisenreich, which is now more of a historical monument than a livable place, with the Republic's government located in the former noble quarter and the duke's palace.

"I'm back, grandma." I took off my shoes and went to hug my grandma named Effa, which she told was name passed down for many and many generations.

"Finally it's Winday, I can now repose for the rest of the weekend." I yawned. I was excited to finish the book I started last Fireday.

"Come eat before you hole up in the library, Rozelle."

I obediently walked to the kitchen and served myself potatoffel salad and fried bird. The smell made my stomach growl. I prayed before digging in. I loved mayonnaise salads, especially the potatoffels ones, and soon enough my plate was all clean.

"You're so thin, Rozelle. You should eat more." My grandma clicked her tongue, clearly displeased. "I'm about to bake some apfelsige pies, so be sure to come down when they're ready."

I happily skipped to my grandparents' library. There were no windows, as not to damage all the books by direct sun light , so I needed a flash light to find the book I wanted. I found it in instant, since I already knew where was what book, and I took it to my room.

I gently placed it on the desk, as not to impair the cover. It was one of the oldest printed books and it was my father's family inheritance. When I was little, my grandfather would always read some of those old books for me before sleep. He said we shared blood with Lady Rozemyne who made them, and that was the reason for having so many old printed books.

As I said before, Lady Rozemyne had no genetic connection with the archduke's family or any other archnoble family, but she somehow shared ancestors with me. Which was another mystery to her life.

I carefully flipped thought the pages of the book. It was a storybook about legendary magic beasts, so-called feybeasts. This one was named goltze. My eyes scanned the text with so much joy. I fantasised about being a knight who fought his foes with magic.

"I'm ever so honoured to be chosen as your guard knight, milady. Hencefort I shall server you with all my skill and power."

I let out a sigh full of envy. I gently turned the page and kept reading. I was so absorbed in the story, that I haven't realised grandmother was calling for me. I closed the book and went to the kitchen once again. As soon as I opened the door, the sweet smell of apfelsige pie tickled my nose. I took a slice and immediately started eating.

Suddenly my grandma put a book infront of me. "I discovered this when cleaning my mother's old clothes chest. You can find it a place in the library." She smiled warmly.

I grabbed the book. "I sure will! What is it about anyways?" I carefully turned few pages. "Wait, it's not printed?! How did that even get here? Thanks 'ma."

I couldn't wait to read it. I sat next to the window, so I would have enough light, and I started. I was immediately out of words. It was about magic! Spells, body enchantments, prayers and divine blessings, magic tools and divine instruments, everything!

I devoured every letter. I carefully observed all the illustrations. When suddenly, a very familiar drawing appeared. It was a magic tool in the shape of a ring. I realised, I've already seen it somewhere. I took off the necklace my mom gave me for birthday. It was the same golden ring with a blue stone as the one I had on a stringed up on a twine, since it was too big to wear.

I run up to my grandma. "Grandma, where is this ring from?! I really need to know, it's super important."

"I'm not entirely sure. This might be from your mother's side of family, so you should ask Lutzy instead."

I hung my head sadly. That didn't help at all. "'Kay. I'll ask mom later."

I went back to reading. It was fun, sure, but I haven't got much actual information from it, since it was written in even older language, than in those printed books from Lady Rozemyne's era. The only piece of information I was able to decipher was that they we're used for controlling one's mana.

I reeeally hate how science tries to hide the existence of magic in our history. I'm pretty sure it was a real thing.

It took the ring off the twine. I rolled it in my hands, wondering just how big fingers had it's former owner. I would be able to fit two fingers in it, it not more. Out of curiosity I tried it on. It immediately shrunk in size and now fitted my finger perfectly.

"Waaah...! Whatta? Was that an actual magic?!" I suddenly felt very light headed. It was like my energy was sucked away. I took the ring off and the flow stopped.

I grinned. Just you wait fantasy world, I'm going for you!

(Word count: 1219)

#ascendance of a bookworm #honzuki no gekokujou #ascendance of bookworm #honzuki no gekokujō #Ascendance of a bookworm fan fiction #Ascendance of a bookworm ff #Ehrenfest #Einsreich #Rozemyne #Writing

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xmycxx · 8 months

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Ellie williams as an artist I love

Ellie ily but istg you aren't similar to any artist i listen to, bar one.

that one is PVRIS who I have had a soul consuming obsession with for over a year to the point where my pinterest is filled of her and so is my spotify. lemme explain why

k while lynn from pvris has had almost every single haircut known to man there is a specific era that really gives ellie vibes to the point im convinced young lynn gunn could've played ellie in the tv show.

idt yknow just how far i had to scroll on my pinterest to find this picture but like, ISN'T THIS SO SIMILAR???

LIKE FUCKIN HELL THIS ERA ALWAYS SENDS ME INTO GAY PANIC BUT IT IS SO ELLIE!!

she's not only really hot she's also super dorky

i just really love her okay?????? she's adorable and weird and really hot and basically everything everyone on tumblr says about ellie.

now for the SONGS

this girl has a lotta songs out (i have all of them liked there's like 4 albums, 2 EP's and several singles.

I can't take it over and over Dead weight hanging off of my shoulder Nothing changes, I'm getting colder

*bangs my head against the keyboard in ellie would so listen to this song

i also learnt this song on drums

like this needs no explanation, just go listen to it, watch the music video, i will take arguments if you try to convince me she's not ellie. THERE'S ZOMBIES IN THE MUSIC VIDEO FFS

How could you let them turn you into a monster? Your bridge started to burn when you ran all across it I guess you never learn 'til you live and you lost it

this song kinda made me cry when i made the association of this with ellie but it fuckin fits and the music video and the whole aesthetic of this song is so much darker than she usually is which scared me shitless for a bit. but it is so. fucking. good.

No I never sold my soul If I ever do throw my bones to the wolves No I never sold my soul

I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical Quit being so over-skeptical Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable

long lyrics bc i need you to understand that this is santa barbara traumatized ellie.

just. ellie as pvris, this has been stuck in my head for ages and i needed to get it out.

playlist or nah?

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us #Spotify

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A/N: omfg school senior yaomomo (private school bc her parents are loaded). Just. Here:

You’re 15, she’s 17. You’ve seen her around school a lot. And not interacted with her nearly enough. ‘Til this year, that is.

Now she’s your house prefect. You purposefully fuck up your uniform so you get called out by her. You pretend you don’t know how to wear your tie so she’ll do it for you. She’s always so fucking nice about it. Your uniform is almost always wrong. She never questions it. You don’t know how she does it. Just tells you off really nicely sometimes. It’s fucking frustrating.

You run into her at the library once, and again, and again: you find out that she spends a lot of time at the library. You go there to read, she goes there to study. You find stupid reasons to talk to her. Like the time you told her that you’re thinking of taking chemistry and you want to know what to expect. (You don’t even like chemistry. And you don’t have plans to take chemistry— Ever.) She always stops what she’s doing and gives you her full attention. She never brings up the uniform mishaps. Ever. You don’t understand her.

You make her laugh sometimes and it makes your entire day every single time. The sound of her laughter becomes the background music in your head for days afterward. You show her crappy science memes that you looked up just to so you could show them to her and she says she loves them. (ohmygod she loves them! 🥺🥰💖✨)

It does cross your mind that she just puts up with you but you're just happy for the time you do get to spend with her.

Once, you forget to finish your lunch because- she walks into the hall after you sit down to eat and ties her long, black hair up before sitting down a couple tables in front of you and you’re so mesmerized by her that you literally forget where you are.

During the local sports meet — you managed to get yourself recruited by the track team early this year (A/N: just taking a moment here to say: F.) and after a gruelling month and a half of practice, your team loses; you’re a sore loser, that’s why you didn’t want to commit to this in the first place ffs— she finds you crying on the bleachers. You don’t notice her at first but then she leans closer and puts a hand on your shoulder. She asks what happened and you just shake your head because it’s so embarrassing; the thought of telling her why you’re crying makes you want to spontaeneously combust. (oh look!- on the bright side, you did learn one (1) thing about chemistry from listening to her talk) She sits with you till you stop crying and gives you a hug and you swear it’s The Best thing that’s ever happened to you, prior events of the day be damned.

One time you notice that she’s got a rainbow pin on her bag and you think about that for the next two weeks. Does that mean she’s into girls? But hasn’t she been rumoured to be in a relationship with that guy with the hair for the past three years? What does it all mean.

On Valentine’s day, you write her a card (addressed to her, by name) with a poem in it (you considered writing something by Sappho but decided that was too forward, instead you put a small piece of paper with a sketch you did of Sappho that you thought didn't bear all that much likeness to Sappho and wrote “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” in some fancy writing on the back of it) and leave it in the space under her desk. You will never know where you got the courage.

You completely forget about it a few weeks later, when, after you bother her at the library again for something stupid and she’s getting up to leave, the card and the little paper with the sketch fall out of one of her notebooks. Your heart jumps to your throat. She puts it away so fast, you wonder if you imagined it, but the soft pink on her cheeks that wasn’t there before and the slight rasp in her voice when she says “bye” tells you more than you needed to know.

You start to stare off into space more often. And you start wearing rainbows and rainbow coloured things. And every waking minute of your life, you wonder if there’s a possibility she’s looking for the person who left her that card. You belatedly regret not signing your name.

You figure you should talk to someone. But you don’t really have a someone to tell this kind of thing to. You have friends but they don’t know you, not really. And you doubt they’d understand any of this. How would you even begin to tell them about this?

You’ve avoided her and you’ve tried to pretend this hasn’t affected you for weeks. You even wore your uniform nearly perfectly every day for two weeks so you wouldn’t have to get called out on it. But you reach a breaking point. And you tell Momo. You tell her you think you might be… gay. Or bi. Or some kind of queer. She says nothing for what feels like the longest minute of your life. Then, she just reaches into her bag and pulls out the card. And the sketch. And lays them on the desk between the two of you. Then she looks at you and she says, quietly, “Me too.”

You don’t say a word. You don’t even blink. You don't dare to even move a muscle for fear of reacting wrong and ruining everything.

You realise you waited a moment too long, when you catch a look of defeat in her eyes as she reaches to pick up the paper and the card, probably to put them back inside her notebook and then forget about it and never bring it up again-

You don’t know what comes over you in that moment, but you hear your mouth say, “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

Her eyes shoot up to look at yours. Then her face relaxes minutely in understanding and she says, “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

and you swallow, hard, before nodding and saying, almost inaudibly, “…yeah.”

Then she looks at you and smiles— and you have to pause to take a breath because it’s definitely brighter than any and all of your possible futures holy shit.

You reach out tentatively to touch(? hold?) her hand. To your relief, she doesn’t pull away. She just says, “It took a while for me to realise that was sappho. But the sonnet helped connect some dots.” Your brain doesn’t give you enough time to process that she just called your sketch shit. But— fair enough, you're not an artist.

And then she asks, “How long?” and you tell her, having the decency to look sheepish, “Two years. Give or take.”

She mindlessly rubs small circles into your palm with her thumb and says, grinning slightly, “Two months. It was easy enough to figure out that you didn’t give two shits about Chemistry.”

I do not give permission for my work to be reposted anywhere else, recorded or recommended anywhere.

#momo yaoyorozu #yaomomo x reader #yaoyorozu x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #bnha #pencilwrites

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silver-wield · 6 months

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Yeah, you heard it here first, Cloud Strife is apparently English and somebody summoning KotR in their gameplay is a "secret ultimate ending" and not just somebody using the materia in the game.

Sorry not sorry but I just gotta blow holes in this shit one insane tweet at a time.

Kingdom Hearts is not canon to ffvii. It just isn't. It's not the "canon game for a summon" and are you out of your fucking mind for thinking Kingdom Hearts is making some canonical link between a summon and Disney's Sword in the Stone?! Jfc this is already sounding crazy af 🤦‍♀️

No. There's no "secret ending" to ffvii. You chose a playthrough with a player summoning KotR. Literally every player can do that. Unless they're like you and never played the damn game, you insane carrot. I'm gonna assume you think ffxv's ending where Noctis calls up the kings of yore to defeat Ardyn, which has been confirmed as a callback to ffvii's KotR but at no point did anybody say the endings were identical or that KotR is a mandatory or secret speshul ending appearance. Cloud, at no point in KH, is ever intending to or looking for king Arthur. He is always searching for Sephiroth so they can settle their shit. He never becomes a KotR. Again, you're confusing ffxv with other games. Noctis's father becomes a King of Yore at the end of ffxv and helps defeat Ardyn. I mean, if you can't keep basic plotlines straight why are you even talking in the first place?

Show me where Cloud's an "Englishman"? Show me where England and Germany are on the map of the planet. He's no more English than he is German and you need to stop listening to that nutbar Calli and her made up garbage based on her own HC fap material. King Arthur wasn't a real person, dumdum. Plz don't talk about English history if you haven't ever learned it in school.

Strife isn't a last name. It's a bloody noun. And Strauss is the German word for ostrich.

He's the fucking player character. He doesn't know how to get the materia. You know how to get the materia.

Kh isn't canon to ffvii or the KotR. Kh1 and 2 leaned heavily on squareenix to grab a player base and build its following. Once kh became established in its own right they began to phase out the FF cameos because the characters aren't needed to keep real players interested in the plot. You aren't a real player, so shut up.

You're an idiot who can't accept an in game email talking about things characters have seen and done isn't canon compared to WoFF, another game that isn't canon to ffvii.

Again: WoFF is not canon to ffvii. Serah isn't married at the point her character appears. Zack isn't with Aerith. He's a soldier 2nd class. I know it's hard for your small brain to comprehend but SE takes characters from different points in their own lives to mix and match in cameos for fanservice. Cloud appears in multiple titles as OG soldier Cloud and post AC Cloud. Tifa appears in WoFF as cowgirl Tifa at age 15 before she's traumatized. Get a fucking clue.

Again: Zack is single at that point in his life.

Aerith is lying and sucking as much copium as y'all do. The translation is also shit in OG because she doesn't call him a ladies man in JP, she says he's a friendly guy.

Idky you think kh, WoFF and KotR are some weird ass "canon" link that proves your garbage ship or disproves Zack is a decent guy, but you need to shut up.

That's all. Don't bother trying to educate yourself, just shut up. We don't want to hear from you. At all.

Shut up.

#ship war #cult bs #slam debunk #petty bench mode activated

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reticent-writer2-0 · 2 years

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Injuries

"More angst!

Like what about the hashira accidentally badly injuring their father figure? *le gasp* :O" requested by @den-shosha

I am so so so sorry for the wait

Please save me from all the angst😭

An: for some fathers I go with their occupation from other fics.

Mitsuri's ff is a Baker. Giyuu and Rengoku's is a retired hashira. Shinobu's is a doctor. Obanai, muichirou, sanemi and tengen are people from their past.

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Mitsuri

Poor mitsuri, she doesn't know her own strength. She was so excited to see you after a long mission. All she wanted was a hug.

"OTOUSAN!" she screeched as she came barreling into your shop. Hearing her voice, and seeing a glimpse of her pink hair running past the counter to get to the kitchen, you wipe your hands on your apron.

Once she made it to the kitchen door, you had your arms open wide as she crashed into your chest. It was really wholesome.

"I missed you so. So. Much." She squeezed tighter with every word. You missed her tight hugs, probably a little more than you originally thought cause you didn't try to pull away. (All I can imagine is when aang gets hit by azula in the back)

*CRACK*

Mitsuri loosened her grin on you as went limp in her arms, it hurt to move. She was quick to take you to shinobu.

Shinobu was holding back a laugh as she told you you had broken your back.

Mitsuri was crying as she was told, she wanted to hug you but she was scared she would hurt you again.

Obanai

Obanai and Mitsuri were about to have a day out. You being the supportive father figure you went to give him a small pep talk.

"Hey Obanai-" you snuck on him and placed a hand on your shoulder. Him having quick reflexes, jabbed you in your ribs.

2 ribs broke, 1 unfortunately punchered your lung.

You fell to the ground while clutching your chest as the blood filled your lung.

"Y/n-san?... Oh no." Kaburamaru dropped from Obama's shoulder as said pillar watched you choke on blood.

There wasn't much time and he knew that. He ran as fast as he could to get shinobu but he wasn't fast enough.

By the time he got to shinobu you were breathing your last.

"Kaburamaru watch out for obanai for me. I love him like a son and want no harm to come to him although his job is less than friendly. Make sure he lives his days to the fullest."

The snake curled into a ball as he listened to your words

Time of death 2:47

Rengoku

"AND HOW HAVE YOU BEEN Y/N" Rengoku shouted when he saw you from a distance at the market place.

"I have been well and it seems it's been well for you as well. I was just heading home to make dinner if you want to help me."

"I'D BE DELIGHTED."

*time skip*

You had decided to make sweet potatoes for rengoku and for yourself you made (favorite fried food).

Rengoku was already eating and you were just about to put your in the grease.

"THIS IS DELICIOUS THANK YOU Y/N!” Rengoku said a little to loud to be inside causing you to jump and bump into the boiling pot of grease, spilling it on your hand.

“fuck” you muttered. Rengoku was checking on you in a second, saying sorry, asking if you needed help wrapping your hand. Most importantly he learned how to use his inside voice from then on.

Tengen

I cant see him hurting you unless it's with words😭

Sanemi

You were used to sanemi and genya arguing in fact you even learned to stop trying to get in between them cause it only makes it worse.

Today, however you had to step in because it was getting physical. Genya, the poor boy, just got punched on his ass and if it weren't for you it would've been worse.

"Sanemi I think that enough." You tried to pull the male back by his arm buy your strength had no effect of him as he continued perusing a fleeing genya.

He went to hit him again but failed to realize you were on his arm and swung you right to a wall.

You woke up in the butterfly estate with genya and sanemi on each side of you.

"I'm glad your awake. Sorry for what happened it's not gonna happen again, I promise." Genya spoke first helping you sit up while handing you a glass of water.

Sanemi on the other hand had his arms crossed and looked away from you, he couldn't even look you in the eye.

"Wh-what happened?" You questioned.

"Seems you have a little but of amnesia considering the hit you took I'm not surprised." She shinobu appeared behind genya with a tray of food.

"Eat up you've been out for a few days you'll need your energy back."

The rest of the day was spent with you and your boys in the infimary

Giyuu

It was a summer day that he lost you an ad it was a day that hell never forget.

You were watching giyuu train, giving him tips and tricks. It was always nice to be in your company, so nice and comfortable.

The both of you went to a bamboo field.

"Slice as many as you can with one swing if you think you can only slice the ones in front of you, you are wrong your range if farther than you think it is." You said back up to give him some room.

First swing: 5 bamboo shoots cut

Second swing: 8 bamboo shoots cut

Third swing: none

He barely even noticed his sword leave his hands. Good thing you were a retired hashira, you were able to move out of the way almost home free.

You had been cut half was through your stomach, maybe if you didn't move, maybe if you weren't with him today, maybe if he watched out for his surroundings.... You would've survived

Shinobu

You and shinobu had been working on an antibiotic for a new virus effecting people going into their 30s.

Although you weren't 30 yet you were close and had the virus. A perfect opportunity to test it out.

"I can handle the rest from hear." shinobu said. Since you were the one being experimented on she didn't want you to lift a finger.

The vaccine was a simple shot (with side effects of course).

When the time came to take the shot Shinobu was ready for every side effect that might pop up. It started off as simple arm pain which grew into a low grade fever.

“How are you feeling now.” She asked changing the wet cloth of your head.

“The same as before.” you mumbled. The truth was that you felt like shit, Shinobu knew you were lying but there was nothing to give you other than pain killers. She was worried that the small virus had become pan-resistant (basically nothing has an effect of it).

It had.

Day by day you were getting worse. It was the last time Shinobu would check up on you for the day.

“I’ll be going in for the night. Shout if you need anything.”

You in fact did not shout, you couldn’t even move. No pain. No warmth. Just gone.

Died in your sleep. Shinobu took the blame for your death. Poor girl beat herself up about it everyday.

Muichirou

Being fast isn't always a good thing. Sure it can get the job done faster but being fast makes your reaction time slower. A bunch of mistakes are bound to be made eventually.

A demon had made it was into your house with muichirou quick on its tail. Hearing the commotion coming from your engawa you went to investigate.

In a fraction of a second you we're dragged from your spot to form a shield from the mist pillars blade.

Straight through your neck. You had been beheaded.

There was a saying that when you were beheaded you were still conscious.

You never believed it until now, as you watched muichirou quickly finish the demon then turn to your head looking you in the eyes as you died.

Watching the life leave from your eyes is a sight he will never forget... No matter how much he wants to.

#x male reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #rengoku x reader #tengen x reader #shinobu x reader #muichirou x reader #mitsuri x reader #obanai x reader #sanemi x reader #giyuu x reader

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iridescentis · 5 months

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episode four :D

im learning the themetune now i kind of know the lyrics!

i still don't like león he is trying too hard to be the bad boy when he dresses like that i cannot take him seriously

does the clumsy teacher ever get less clumsy bro just chucked an apple and tripped on it

angie and pablo <3

león you are dense

wait is jade?? is she marrying him for the money?? damn...

is león having an identity crisis?? are you alright sir blink twice if you need help (i swear everyone in this show needs help)

MUSICAL NUMBER!

i love this song it's so pretty but what on earth is this scene why are tómas and ludmila in her mirror

maxi is a sweetheart

OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. I WAS LOVING THAT SCENE ANGIE WAS KILLING IT WHY. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE FAKE. i am so mad right now they are going to stretch out this plot for so long aren't they for fuck sake i am so mad (this is very entertaining and i am enjoying this)

SHE JUST WALKS INTO THE DOOR??

angie and violetta are the cutest together

luca needs therapy

the actress who plays cami was so close to breaking when she jumped on benches

they finally met up somewhat and tómas didn't even let her speak! if you want to get to know her maybe listen sir also why is león so obsessed with him now calm yourself

gregorio and pablo have such a funny dynamic but someone needs to get my man greg a glass of wine and a bath or something he needs to relax

not another 'in two places at the same time' scene ffs

RAFA PALMER IS CATO???? HELP THAT'S SO FUNNY (i would love for that to be a thing them being the same person and it's just never explained)

i swear majority of tómas' life problems in life would be solved if he just shut up at the right times and explained himself clearly when given the opportunity my boy is suffering for no reason

ohhh framing! we're doing this again wonderful

that's it! i didn't get many thoughts at the end because i had to stop watching last night to go to sleep and im currently typing this in a library so not the most ideal spot for commentary

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tmrsdiary · 10 months

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THE GLIMPSE OF US | TOM RIDDLE FF

Summary; Year 2023, Y/n successfully shifts realities to the world of Harry Potter and especially at the year that Lord Voldemort attends at Hogwarts. To her this is a game that she is going to play for a half and year. But, a prophecy is going to be a twisted turn to the whole scenery. Now Y/n needs to be someone who she is not in order to gain the trust of the one and only Tom Riddle. Is she going to make it or her fate ahead of her will lead her to a failure?

WATTPAD

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

The chaotic midnight passed and the universe brought another day with the shining stripes of the Scottish sun hitting Hufflepuff's dorms, waking the one by one the students. Grace Johnson poked Y/n's body to wake her up for breakfast, while Charlotte had already left the dorm followed by the Slytherin troublemaker, Theseus Lestrange. Of course, the two of them had something like an affair, but an affair full of intrigue and aimless quarrellings. They were exhausted from it, but the endless self-masochism by arguing like enemies with each other was keeping them close from time to time.

However, Charlotte was a person that could be fooled easily. You could say that the strawberry blonde girl was controlled merely by her feelings that the young heir of the Lestrange family was causing her whole existence without even mind to have second thoughts.

Theseus was manipulative and the definition of toxicity was in his veins as much as the pure blood ran in there. She couldn't tell what the thing that got her closer to him was, but maybe the interest that he showed to her like no other man was enough to make a click in her heart. He was a true gentleman, with fluffy dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and the brightest smile she had ever seen in a person.

At the time, Theseus was apologizing to Charlotte for not being on his time on their previous date claiming that had some duties to take care of.

Either way, Charlotte Macmillan and Theseus Lestrange were not a good match.

At the other side of the castle, Y/n had woken up watching Grace's form taking care of her thick curly hair while talking about the recent gossip that she learned the same day.

Grace Johnson as her house chaser was popular among the other pupils and always was welcomed to every group to sit and keep company telling the most interesting stories. However, she was enough overloaded for her own good with burdens that she was hearing from other students. Y/n from the other side was listening to her forgetting completely that she had shifted only to meet Tom Riddle.

Her new reality felt almost too real.

She put on pride her Hufflepuff uniform ambling side by side with Grace Johnson to the Great Hall hoping to find at least two empty seats for them at their House table. As they entered, the strong smell of fresh eggs and pumpkin juice filled Y/n's nostrils beefing up her appetite. The room was full of chanters from students that were chatting with each other and the ear-piercing sound of glasses and plates.

Ahead of her, four tables resembling the four houses of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

Starting from the right, Hufflepuff, the house of loyalty and fairness, maybe it hadn't the most talented students, but it had the students that everyone needed in their lives to cope with the bad times; hard-working friends and with its yellow color symbolizing the sun and hope.

The following house right next to Hufflepuff was Ravenclaw, the house of Rowena Ravenclaw, a royal-blue tone hulking in their flag, in which the students with extraordinary wisdom had been sorted there. At the time most students were studying with their breakfast beside them, not sharing another word as the other tables did.

Third in the row. the red-colored table with the bravest students stood the most approachable of them all. Gryffindor house had a tradition of owning the most capable Quidditch players, winning every year against every house. Students that hold bravery in their heart like a lion.

The contrary, however, with the last and neighbourhood house was quite noticeable as you could see closely some nasty looks that both of them were giving to each other. The emerald color of the snake characterizes the House of Slytherin; a house for pure-blood families with cunning heirs who had the ambition to achieve great things in the feature.

At the Slytherin table, Y/n could spot her friend chatting with Theseus Lestrange intensely, again, and beside him his group of friends; Michael Avery, Antony Rosier, Theodore Nott, and another man that was sitting with a bored expression on his face looking at the void drift on his thoughts, looking ethereal under the bright light of the Scottish sun with enchanting handsomeness, Tom Riddle.

She could feel her breath stuck in her throat as she observed the Slytherin prefect, the boy she desired to meet. The Slytherin boy had midnight dark hair and his skin was pale as the moonlight that was glowing on the cold nights of January. Better than the books, even better than the movies.

Y/n noticed that the boy was scribing down in his notebook, more like his journal, with attention paying no mind to the loud chants around him as if they were not there. The girl's stare became intense and it followed him even when she sat down at her table with Grace next to her. The power of the state hold something that didn't pass unnoticed by the boy, and as if everything around him didn't bother him, this stare was the reason made these two pairs of eyes start an endless dance that resembled much the ode of the famous ballet by Tchaikovsky, Swan Lake. The slow pace at first, doubtingly of where it ends, but then gaining dynamic and potential into something great.

Tom Riddle looked through her pupils, trying to understand why this girl with the Hufflepuff attire had the right to stare at him with this curiosity. The state felt familiar to both of them, although Tom had never seen her, however, Y/n could sense the same fear as she did one night, in her reality, ago. His eyes could glow even in the morning hours like the serpent he was and she could feel an allure feeling crawling into her chest as the loud music of the orchestra become louder.

She broke the gaze turning her head to Johnson listening to her story avoiding completely the furrowed eyebrows that Tom Riddle had in his expression. He never missed students in this castle, yet anyone that knew him would never dare stare at his magnificence and continue after catching them. His puzzled look turned to his fellow follower, Rosier, who was eating peacefully his breakfast and talking joyfully with Avery about the upcoming Quidditch game.

"Rosier, who is she?" his eyes found Y/n's form at the end of the opposite table from them.

Michelle Avery bowed his head to the side muttering to Riddle "Isn't she Y/n Greenhouse?"

"I do not recall her," Tom responded trying to find one single memory of this girl in his head but the only thing that was there in her "binder" was emptiness.

"Oi, Lestrange, what's your girlfriend's friends name?" the boy questioned to make sure that he didn't have mistaken the girl's name, showing also a playful grin on his face when he pronounced the word girlfriend to Theseus.

"A git like him could never have a girlfriend," spatted with a high-pitched voice Charlotte was influenced as always by Lestrange's childish behavior. "Y/n Greenhouse and Grace Johnson, why do you ask?"

"Nothing, just curious," Rosier said and turned his head to Riddle "What about her, my lord?"

Tom blinked a few times throwing away his thoughts and replied with coldness "I have never seen her before that's all,"

Michelle shrugged his shoulders speaking to them with a low voice "She is a friends with Jonson, so it is hard to not know her or even remember her," he paused "I mean everyone knows her,"

Tom Riddle however didn't have any thought of her not even when Avery mentioned, hearing the conversation, that she had been several times to their table looking for Charlotte or the fact that she was one of the best students among the others of the Hufflepuff house (in Tom's opinion this was debatable as "this house had only failures")

He gazed at the girl and saw her enjoying the delicious breakfast without sharing any other stare.

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The sun could be compared to a clock's index rotating around the highest point of the school, the astronomy tower, bringing the peaceful sunset light into charge hitting the marbles, and creating a wonderful enviable scenery in front of Y/n's unbelieved eyes. The muggle was astonished and couldn't believe that her plan had succeeded— she was home, the place she was dreaming of since she first saw the movies; the place that she was sensing as her true destination since she read the Philosopher Stone. She was one of those kids that were waiting for the imaginary Hogwarts letter to arrive at their house in the hope that the magical world of Harry Potter was real. Little Y/n couldn't understand the difference between imagination and reality, but right now the grown version of herself could understand the power that the human mind has; creating an alternative universe that could stay there for eternity.

Y/n would tell everything to her Marisa when she woke up, for the time being, there were six months left for them to meet again, and in her reality some hours until then. Marisa Scott was her friend since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood, with the same interests and the same psychosynthesis.

Marisa had short hair in the color of the night-blue sky and her eyes grey like the gloomy weather of a November day. She was spiritual, being fond from a young age of her grandmother's charisma, and as she had spent most of her life next to her she was excellent at handling these things. The young girl had respect for magic and didn't ever cross any boundaries that would harm her or any other around her. Being gifted with this charisma was a blessing and a curse at the same time, without showing respect to its ability could function like an atomic bomb, counting backward to your downfall.

The air became colder and she was one hundred sure that the temperature was about to hit under zero. The goosebumps stopped as soon as her body welcomed the castle's warm breeze and Y/n sighed and took the road to the library leaving the Astronomy Tower.

The library was crowded with students, most of them being in the seventh year, and she could tell by the lunatic looks plastered on their faces as they were surrounded by books with their hair resembling a caricature that someone had drawn. Deep down in the library's corridors, she found a quiet place to sit. Behind her was a bookshelf in which she recognized some muggle books and poems and decided to pick one to keep her mind away.

With her arrival at Hogwarts, someone would want to explore every inch of the castle, every corridor, and every ancient history that this building was hiding. But, then, the solitude, the calming aura was begging her to stay in her place and enjoy the journey.

Her hand roamed through thick covers and stopped at a book with a cream cover that was standing out from the other books. She reached her hand, expecting her hand to collide with the hardcover, but instead, her hand collided with another one with slender and crimson, perhaps from the cold, fingers.

She didn't need to turn her head to see who it was. however, her curiosity got her and her head snapped meeting Tom Riddle's gaze. Fuck the Wattpad books, maybe Tom Riddle was always destined to creep out of nowhere and surprising of nowhere.

He flattered a charming smile, fixing his composure to fool the girl more, little did he know that the strange woman knew him like an open book. He hold the velvet cover in his hands and turned it to meet the title "Les fleurs du mal, am I correct?" his french accent rang into her ears and he handed her the book. What I macabre coincidence, Tom Riddle was the Devil's seed who grow up like a flower, a moonflower, that was hiding behind its beauty a poison ivy.

The girl breathed heavily "Charles Baudelaire, indeed. An extraordinary poem collection, isn't it?" the witch responded bracing his fingers with her hand as she touched the book.

"Precisely. I understand why they call him one of the cursed poets, you see not everyone finds the truth behind this world," Tom Riddle could say instead that this world was made for wizards to rule, with a pioneer himself; the great Lord Voldemort.

But of course, he had to show another persona to the world, it would be such a pity his plans go waisted because he couldn't control his outbursts.

He continued his monologue, however, "People with great minds always seem lunatic and got distanced from the lame sheep which is called mass,"

Indisputably, Tom Riddle was scarier when he was talking to Y/n's eyes. The way the words flew out of his mouth revealed the wild and unforgivable nature he had since childhood. Maybe the mask he was wearing couldn't hide the evilness of his soul.

Y/n could swear that in this scene the perfect song for a background would be Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez, an artist from her time that was judged by the meanings of her songs and mostly for their content.

All the best people are crazy, and Tom Riddle was crazy.

"I prefer creating my truth for this world, it's in my hand to live through the dark or the bright side,". she said and Tom raised an eyebrow. The girl seemed to hold no fear against him, her body didn't even tremble from it. It felt like she was talking to a normal person, not to the future ruler of the wizardry world. And with another shot, Y/n disturbed him even more "Excuse me, but I don't catch your name," playing a game with Tom Riddle's mind was dangerous, perhaps the boy should have a sign in front of him with the phrase Do not attempt to get close.

If a stare could kill Y/n would be dead with her head chopped splitting her brains out on the oak wood table, but again Tom Riddle knew how to maintain his composure "I thought that my persona was known for everyone here," he gave her his hand "I am Tom Riddle," his name left an acidulous taste in his tongue, disgusted by the muggle name that his mother gave him.

"Y/n Greengrass," the girl shook the boy's hand twice this day.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction #hogwarts #slow burn #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #tom riddle x oc #tom riddle x reader #tomriddleenemiestolovers

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loubouskz · 2 years

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get your tickets to the freak show

han jisung x fem!reader college au

description: jisung's loud friends thinks the cute bookstore worker but would be boring in bed. they make a bet to see if she really is, but it doesn't go how they think. maybe they should learn how to speak more quietly in a quiet bookstore.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), dirty talk, a bit of switch for both jisung and the reader, face sitting, marking kink, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds(literally 2), choking, creampie, one sexy text

wc: 6.2k+

a/n: this ff is solely inspired by demi lovato's song: freak ft. yungblud. I had so much fun writing this, like I wrote all of this in 8 hours in one sitting...I was so hyped to write it. I honestly love how it turned out. like...I feel like this is my baby that I'm sharing with you. I hope you enjoy reading this as much I did writing it!!😊

if you want to a song list of what I listened to(on fucking repeat): freak, heaven, city of angels, and bones by demi lovato. I'm on a music binge with their music rn. rock music is my fav genre😩

tag-list: @hello-stranger24

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“here’s your book and receipt, I hope you have a great rest of your day.” I said to one of my regulars. ”thank you y/n.” she said, smiling at me as she left. I waved at her as she exited the door. I looked over at the new books that still had to be put away before the day was over. I placed them on the cart and pushed them to the first section. I love this bookstore, I basically grew up in it when my family first started the business. it was soon to belong to me once my parents become to elder to care for the store. as I put the first few books away, the bell above the door rang and really loud group entered the shop. I looked over and saw a group of eight young men walking in. they looked to be in college. great. I pushed the cart back to the front to where they were. “hello, can I help you guys find anything?” I asked as I stopped in front of them. they looked at each other and chuckled, making me want to roll my eyes. “nah we don’t just here to check out the store and hang out.” one of them said. I nodded my head, “well if you need anything, I’ll be in one of the rows putting way these away.” I said, walking back to do my job. I turned back around and see pushing each other before going to seat down at one of the tables. “and please keep it down, I do have some people reading.” I said, before continuing on my route.

“she seems boring.” changbin said, resting his head on his hand. I leaned back in my seat as the rest of the boys laughed. “be nice bin. I bet she’s fun outside of work, you never know.” chan said. “oh there goes chan being the nice ole’ man he is.” seungmin said, nudging hyunjin on his arm, we laughed as chan gave him a playful death glare. “she’s kind of pretty though.” jeongin stated. “yeah if you’re into sweet, quiet and mostly boring women, jeongin.” minho said, tilting his head at him. I turned my head in the direction she was in to see her. “jisung, you’re being quiet.” felix said, I quickly turned my bed back to him- who I was sitting next to. “just trying to respect what she said that’s all.” I said shrugging my shoulders. the boys all looked at each other and started laughing quietly. “what?” I asked, looking at each one of them. “don’t tell me you have a crush on the worker of a bookstore.” changbin said, putting his head on the table with disappointment. “I wouldn’t even give her the time of day.” hyunjin said dramatically, throwing his head back. “guys.” chan said, with giggles behind his voice, “be nice.” “I bet she’s boring in bed.” minho said, before coving his mouth so he won’t laugh to loud. the other boys laughing along with him. I rolled my eyes and slightly laughed uncomfortably.

“wait wait, I have the greatest idea!” jeongin said kind of too loud. “shh! I think I already know what you’re about to say.” minho said, bouncing in his seat. I sighed and waited to whatever this stupid idea was. before jeongin could speak, the worker started walking back towards them. “everyone shush.” felix said, “so are we still gonna throw that party on saturday at the house?” he asked, turning his head to chan. “yeah, we still need to get drinks and extra chips.” chan said, playing along with the fake conversation. we, well like they, continued their fake convo as they secretly watched her go past us back to the front desk. changbin leaned in from across from the table and smirked. “jisung, ask her out on a date. see if she’s really boring in bed.” he said with a big smile. I shook my head, “no.” I said. “50 bucks if you do it.” hyunjin says. oh, now money which means it’s becoming a bet. “same but only if she’s actually boring in bed.” minho said, giving hyunjin a high five. “same.” changbin said, “you gonna do it?” he challenged.

I looked down and thought about it.

I pumped some hand sanitizer on and sat down and to update the book system. I heard the group of guys laugh and cheer. I looked up and watched them get up and one by one start to leave the bookstore. I wished them a good rest of their day and they waved back in return. I got back to my work but it didn’t last long. I jumped as someone knocked on the desk. “jesus.” I said, turning my body around in the chair. I saw one of the boys from the group with a book in his hands. “hey, I’d like to get this book.” he said, placing the book down next to the register. I stood up and walked over. I picked up and scanned the book with a smile on my face. “so, how is work going?” he asked, trying to make small talk as he pulled out his card out of his wallet. “it’s been okay, a little slow today.” I said, clicking the card button on my cash register. “I’m jisung.” he said with smile. “I’m y/n.” I said back. as he slid his card in and typed his code, I took a good look at him. grown out black fluffy hair under a cap, a white tie covered by a black jacket, and black pants that were ripped in the knees. he’s kind of cute I thought with a smirk. I grabbed his newly bought book and placed it in a bag.

he removed his card once it beep at him. I grabbed the receipt and placed it in the bag as well. “here you go and I hope you have a great rest of your day jisung.” I said, handing the bag to him. “thanks.” he said with a big smile. I went to turn around but he started talking again. “hey I know this is kind of straight forward, but I was wondering if you’re not busy tonight, if I could take you on a date?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms. “where would it be?” I asked. “the carnival that’s in town right now.” he said. huh, why the fuck not, but I didn’t answer right way. I watched as he awkwardly swayed on his feet for a second. “I get off at 5pm. give me some time to get home and get changed. I meet you there around 6:45, sound good?” I asked. jisung perked up and nodded his head. “yeah, that sounds good with me. I’ll see you soon y/n.” he said as he bowed his head a little. I waved as he left the store.

I thought back to what I heard earlier…oh he’s gonna be fun to play with.

I met back up with the boys at the consignment store that was down the block at the corner. “so what did she say jisung?” jeongin asked as we started to head back to our house. “she said yes to the date.” I said, kicking the small pebbles I saw. “where you gonna take her?” chan asked as adjusted the bags in his hands. “the carnival.” I answered, making the boys say oo. “what time?” minho asked. “I have to meet her there at 6:45.” I said, before looking at my phone at the time. “I have 3 hours to spear, let’s get home and play some games.” I said, trying to change the subject.

“okay y/n, I’m heading out. I’ll see you on monday.” a regular, who also happened it be my friend, said. “alright tony, I hope you have a good rest of your weekend with your family.” I with a smile. “you as well and I couldn’t help but overhear that you’ve gotten yourself a date tonight.” he said with a laugh. “yes I do.” I said, pulling at my sleeve on my shirt. “well if it goes bad, I’ll be there tonight with my little sister. just text me and we’ll meet up, okay?” he said. "okay tony. thanks.” I said. “no problem. bye y/n.” tony said, leaving the store. “bye.” I said.

I looked around to see if there was anyone still left in the store. not a soul. I sighed and sat back down in my chair, looking up at the ceiling. I glanced at the clock next to me and groaned. 2 hours left now. “can’t time move just a little faster.” I said aloud to myself. maybe I can call dad a little later and ask if I can close the store early. I hate slow days. I thought of jisung and our date, which made my smile. at least I have something to look forward to.

“yeah, the last person left about an hour and a half ago and no one hasn’t enter since then.” I explained to my dad on the phone. “yeah go ahead sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, be safe.” dad said. “okay, I will dad. I love you,” I said. “I love you too. bye now.” he said. i said bye also well and ended the call. I smiled and went to go lock the door. I turned off the open sign and proceeded with my closing duties.

I walked into the house, “I’m home!” I said as I closed the door behind me, taking my shoes off at the door. my best friend, raya entered the room from the kitchen “hey honey, how was work?” she joked. “it was a slow day babe. I'm so tired.” I said, joking back with her. “but.” I said, before she could respond back. she raised her eyebrows waiting for me to continue. “I have an interesting date tonight.” I said, walking past her to the living room. “oh, tell me more!” she said. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and checked the time. 6:15. “come with me to my room, I have to be there at 6:45. help me pick an outfit.” I said, heading to my bedroom as she followed behind me.

“so he asked you out but the only reason you said yes is because you heard their conversation? that’s fucking hilarious.” she said, laughing. “I mean it’s their fault for talking loud in my store. how does this look?” I said as I walked out of my closest. she tilted her head, “cute but it’s going to be cold tonight.” she answered. my head fell back as I groaned, walking back into the closest. I picked out a maroon top with a black puffer jacket with leggings. i quickly put it on and headed back out.

“what about this?” I asked, doing a quick spin. “leggings.” she said. I held up my hand. “I need to wear something that will be easy to take off.” I said, her jaw dropped. “are you going to sleep with him tonight?” she asked, I nodded my head as I headed to my dresser and pulled out some socks. “text me when you’re on the way home, if you come back here. I don’t want to hear my best friend getting laid.” she said, standing up. I laughed and told her okay before heading to the bathroom. I began to brush my teeth as I heard raya say, “it’s 6:42 y/n.” shit, it takes 6 mintues to walk there. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed out my mouth.

I ran out my room, grabbing my bag and keys on my way out. I rushed to put on my shoes and yelled goodbye to raya before locking and closing to door. I felt the cool wind hit my face, thank you raya for telling me to put something to keep me warm up. I began my jog to the carnival, why would I waste my gas to get to a place that I can easily walk to. gas it too pricey right now.

I made it to the front of the carnival and looked around for jisung, hoping he didn’t leave. I looked down at my phone and saw the time, 5:50. damn. I sighed and looked around one more time. why didn’t I give him my number so I could tell him I was on the way…oh wait maybe because he’s a fucking stranger y/n. you don’t give out your number to random people, especially to random guys you just met a few hours ago.

I scanned the crowd again and noticed a familiar group of people. jisung’s friends. I looked at all them and didn’t see jisung among them. though they could tell me if he was here, there was no way I, a female, going to a group of seven guys, alone. so I waited and watched his friends. soon jisung showed up and started talking to his friends. I took a deep breathe knowing I had to go over there now. hoping one of them would see me before I made it to them. the short one noticed me first and patted jisung on the stomach and nodded my way, saying words I couldn’t hear. jisung turned around and smiled me, walking towards me. we met half way and greeted each other.

“hey you made it.” jisung said, looking me up and down. “yeah, I didn’t see you and was worried I made it too late.” I said, looking around, “but then I saw your friends and waited for you to turn up.” I continued. “oh sorry about that. I was just in the bathroom.” he responded. “well you ready to head in?” I asked, jisung nodded. “yeah, let’s go get tickets.” he said, as we started making our way to the ticket booth.

we got our tickets, which he payed for, and headed in. “do you like rides?” he asked, I nodded. “which one do you want to go on first or do you want to do something different first?” he asked as we looked around at what the carnival had to offer and also the lines. “how about the magic maze first.” i said pointing to it, not to many people waiting in that line. “okay.” he said. we walked to the line. “so tell me about yourself jisung.” I said as we waited in line. “well, I’m 22 years old. I’m college, majoring in music production, I’m in my last year. I like to make music, dance, and watch anime.” he said. “oh that’s cool, do you want to be an artist or do you want to produce music for others?” I asked, as we moved up in the line. “an artist, I’m in a group with my friends. me and my two friends, chan and changbin, were are the main producers, we call ourselves 3racha.” he explained, I smiled as he talked about what he seemed to really love.

“next!” we heard, looking froward- we were the next to enter.

we exited the the magic house in fits of laughter. “your reaction was priceless, especially in the beginning with the mirrors.” I said, holding my stomach. jisung laughed with me and leaned into me, playful bumping me away. “yours’ was too! you barely could stand on the last part where it spins.” he said, making me stick my tongue out at him. “what next?” he asked, looking at me. “you pick, let’s take turns.” I said, he nodded. jisung looked around and saw the zero gravity ride and pointed to it. “that.” he said, i nodded my head and we made our way to the ride. we got in line and that when jisung told me to say some things about me.

“well I’m 23 years old, I graduated in business two years ago. I work at my family’s bookstore, I basically grew up in that store. it’s like my second home. I like to draw, read, and hang out with my best friend, raya- who is also my roommate.” I said, jisung nodded his head. “so it’s your family business, are your parents going to give it to you one day?” jisung asked. “yeah, once they do. I’m going to update the place with more update décor, but still keeping the same aesthetic.” I explained. we continued to talk about random things we are into.

we went on 5 other rides before we went to grab a snack to keep up our energy. “I would like a funnel cake.” I said to jisung. “alright, you go find a table- if you can, and I’ll get us the food.” he said with a big smile. “you already paid for the tickets, let me buy the food.” I said, but jisung just shook his head. “no, I’m the one who asked you out. but if we have a second date, we can split everything.” he said with a slight smirk. “oh so there’s going to more dates?’ I asked, mirroring his same smirk. “if you want there to be more dates.” he said, winking at me before going to the food stand. I felt my cheeks heat up as I turned around to find a table. I looked around and saw tony and his little sister sitting at a table. I quickly walked over and said hello to them.

“hey tony and mini tony.” I said, sitting next to malia as she rolled her eyes at me. “hey y/n, how’s your date going?” tony asked. malia’s eyes lit up as her head snapped in my direction. “you’re on a date!” she said. I laughed and nodded my head to the 13 year old girl next to me. “it’s going great. his name is jisung and he’s really fun to be around.” I said, looking back to see where he was. “that’s good to hear.” tony said, smiling at me. “is that him?” malia asked, pointing to him. “yes.” I answered, making her squeal. “he’s cute.” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. “malia calm down. I knew I shouldn’t have let you have some of my energy drink plus 3 sweets from the food stand.” tony said shaking his head, she just sweetly smiled. “are you having fun malia?” I asked her. “yes! we are about to go on one more ride.” she answered. “then we going home, it’s almost your bedtime.” tony said, looking at his phone. “what time is it?” i asked him. “9 o’clock.” he answered before putting his phone away. “oh, jisung is on his way.” malia said, shaking my arm. I turned my head and watched jisung walk over to us.

“hey jisung. this is my friend tony and his little sister-” i said. “my name is malia.” she said. I swear I could see her eyes becoming hearts. I looked at tony and chuckled. “hi.” jisung said shyly as he put the food down. “it’s nice to meet you but I promised malia one more ride before we leave.” tony said, standing up. “I want to get to know jisung though.” she said as tony walked around the table and picked her up to make her leave. I laughed at the scene and looked back at jisung who was silently laughing. “say bye malia.” tony said, placing her back on the ground and pushing her away. “bye jisung.” she said, waving at him. “have fun guys, but not too much fun.” tony said jokingly. I heard malia asked what that meant as they left.

we laughed at them, “well that was interesting.” jisung said as he sat across from me. “I think malia has a crush.” I laughed out, making him laugh as well. jisung handed me a fork so we could eat. “hell you even got a bye, I didn’t.” I said, taking the fork. “she’s adorable.” jisung said, taking at bite of food. that when I noticed the food. “did you get a large so we had to share?” i asked with smile before grabbing a piece to eat. “half true, a small was 3 dollars and a large was 8 dollars so I just got the large.” he said. we ate kind of fast and quietly because the carnival was about to close. “what’d the final ride for the date tonight?” I asked, already having a feeling what he was going to say. “the ferris wheel of course.” he answered. “I knew it, how romantic.” I said, with my hand over my heart. “you really know how to win a girl’s heart.” I said, making him blush. he stood up and I followed, he looked down and noticed something. he quickly bent down and started to retie my shoe. cute, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo of him fixing my shoe and quickly putting it away. “thank you.” I said as he stood back up. “you’re welcome.” he said with a nice smile.

we were the next ones to get on the big wheel. “are you excited?” I asked, leaned into him. jisung put his arm around, “maybe, you?” he said, with smile. I playfully rolled my eyes as people left the cart. “come on lovebirds, ya’ll are next.” the operator said, waiting for us to enter. jisung got in first and helped me in second, sitting right next to each other. the operator closed the door, “have fun you lovebirds.” he said, pushing a button that makes the carts go. we slowly made our way to the top. I scooted closer to jisung as he wrapped his arm back around me, resting my head on his shoulder. once we were at the top, fireworks started going off. “wow, what a perfect way to end a date.” jisung said, admiring them. I looked at him and laughed. he turned his head and looked slightly down at me. “what?” he asked with a smile. “isn’t this where you kiss the pretty girl?” I asked with a big grin on my face. “oh where?” he said looking around the cart. “bitch.” I said, slapping him on the thigh. he grabbed my hand before I could move it away and held it in his hand. “oh there she is.” jisung said, leaning his head close to mine. my eyes flicked down to his lips back to his eyes. “just kiss me already loverboy.” I said, placing my hand on the back of his neck. he placed his lips on mine, he tasted like the funnel we ate and mint.

I tilted my head more into the kiss, wanting more. jisung guided his tongue on my bottom lip, wanting access and i gladly accepted. he groaned into the kiss and placed his free arm around my waist. I threaded my fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his lips on mine. oh, boy I’m going to become addicted. we pulled away when the cart started going down, just smiling at each other.

“did ya’ll have fun up there lovebirds?” the operator said as he opened the door for us to get out. we nodded our head with blush on our cheeks. “have a good night two.” he said as we walked away. as we were walking to the exit, I grabbed jisung’s hand and laced it of mine. he walked down at our hands and back up at me, smiling. “you’re cute.” jisung said, swinging our arms. “says the guy who’s making us do a cute little swinging motion.” I said, squeezing his hand. “ha ha.” he said as we made it out of the carnival.

“did you drive here?” jisung asked. “no I walked, well I did a fast pace here. I live like 6 minutes away.” I said, looking up at him. “well I’m not letting you walk back home alone in the dark. so you have two choices: 1, we take my car or 2, I walk you home.” he said, holding up his first and second finger. “I choose the car.” I said as my feet started to ache a long time ago. “come on.” jisung said, leading to me his car. we got to his car and he opened the door for me. I hopped in and quickly pulled out my phone and texted raya that I was on the way home and that jisung may be spending the night as jisung close the door and headed around to the driver side. jisung climbed into the car. he fastened his seatbelt, I did also. “where to?” he asked as he started the car.

I gave him the directions to my house with soft music playing in the background during the drive. we stole glances at each other every now and then, making funny faces if we caught the one. he pulled into the driveway and parked the car. “I hope you had a good time.’ jisung said turning to me. “I really did, thank you jisung.” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “good good.” he said, looking around. I got out of the car and walked around the driver side, making jisung roll down the window. I leaned in and gave him a kiss, “I really did have fun jisung.” I said once I broke the kiss. jisung raised his head to get another kiss. I smiled during the kiss before pulling away.

“so jisung.” I said, resting my arms on the window. he hummed, looking at me. “are you going to get your tickets to the freak show?” I asked with my head tilted. his eyebrows went under his hair as his eyes widened. “what freak show?” he asked, making me smirk. “how about you come inside and find out.” I said, before heading to the front door. I heard the car be turned off and the door quickly open and close, making the smile on my face grow. I unlocked the front door and looked behind me and saw jisung jogging to me. I opened the door and let him in first and followed after me. I closed the door, taking off our shoes and jackets, leaving them by the door. I grabbed his hand and leaded him to my room.

I closed the door and pushed jisung up against it. I kiss him with passion, pushing my fingers through his hair. he moaned into the kiss as our tongues quickly met each other again. his hands grabbed my hips and brought me closer to him. I could feel him quickly becoming hard. I slid my hands down his chest, down to his dick. I kissed his jawline as I pushed my hand into his pants.

“oh fuck.” he said, throwing his head back, feeling my hand wrap around him. I peppered kisses along his neck and sucked lightly so I won’t leave marks. I mean he still has a bet to win. I kneeled to the ground and quickly worked to get his pants off as he took off his shirt. he stepped out his pants as I kissed him over his boxers. “how bad do you need me baby?” I asked, not moving my head an inch. “so bad.” he said, looking down at me. “want me to suck you off?” I asked, licking up his boxers. “yes please.” he pleaded, bucking his hip into my face. I slowly dragged down his boxers till they were fully off.

I sat there and just looked up at him. not yet. “go lay on the bed.” I said, not moving. his eyebrows came together and moved to the bed away. I waited and watches him lay on the bed before I stood back up. I made my way over to him and stop in front of him. I slowly removed my top and threw it to floor, turning my back to him. sliding my leggings and underwear down, giving him a good view of what he was about to get. “god baby. you look so fucking good.” jisung said, jerking himself off. I smiled and climbed onto the bed, bending next to his cock with my back to him.

I slapped his hand away and replaced it with mine, bringing my lips down to his tip. jisung moaned and grabbed at my ass, sliding it between my legs. I moaned around him and bobbed my head faster as his fingers found their way to my clit. “shit, you’re so good at this.” he said, putting his other hand in my hair. I popped off him and swung around to straddle him, I kissed him and leaned my forehead on his. “do you think you can get me off before I ride you?” I asked as I sat up. he nodded his head, trying to flip me over but I grabbed his hands and pinned them next to his head. he looked at me a little confused.

“I wanna ride your tongue sungie. is that okay?” I asked, tilting my head. “fuck yes.” he answered. I smiled as climbed over his head. letting my lower half meet his face. “god you look so delicious.” jisung said right before diving in. licking a bold strip up, from my opening to my clit. I grabbed ahold of my headboard. “fuck jisung!” I cried out. it’s been quite some time since I’ve taken anyone to bed. he pushed his tongue into my cunt and brought his hand to my hips, starting to guide me back and forth. I almost caved and fell over, grabbed ahold of his hair once again, pulling on it. he groaned at the feeling. “you’re doing so good. fuck.” I said, closing my eyes while throwing my head back.

he moved one of his hands from my waist down to my entrance, removing his tongue and pushed two finger into me while his tongue went to my clit. I let out a high pitched whine, bucking my hips in his hand. “oh jisung!” I said, feeling the knot inside becoming tighter. “cum for me y/n. so wet and tight. I can’t wait till I’m inside you.” he said on my clit, curls his fingers in the correct spot. my thighs clenched around his head as I came around his fingers and tongue. he removed his fingers and pushed his tongue back in to lap up my juices. I cried out at the feel. jisung pushed me up and back down so my cunt would back right above his cock.

“do you want to be on top or me…or just have two rounds?” I asked, making his cock twitch under me. “both.” he confidently said, running his hands up and down my thighs. I lifted myself up and grabbed ahold of him. pushing the tip right in and slowly going down. “god you feel me up so nicely.” I said, placing my hands on his chest. his hands went to my waist as I started bouncing on him. I paced the pace how I liked it and in a way I knew I would cum fast and hard too. my breathy moans coming out every time I came down. “yeah, you like my cock deep inside you?” jisung said. my pace faltered at his words as they went straight to my core. “yes, so good baby. I love it so much.” I said, my eyes falling closed. “I could get used to have this tight cunt everyday.” jisung said, thrusting up. I fell forward, my head next to his. “could you baby?” jisung said, making me moan loud. “yes.” I breathed out, focusing on my climax that was approaching quickly.

“I’m gonna cum, shit.” I said, making jisung give me even harder thrusts as my hand quickly made its way to my clit. I planted my lips on his for a messy kiss as I came around his cock for the first time. he kept me sat on him and I calmed down. “fuck, you did so good riding me.” jisung said as I sat up. “are you gonna make me scream or what?” I challenged him, making him smirk at me. he flipped us over, with me now under him. he brought my legs up to his shoulders.

“ready baby?” jisung asked. “yeah, do worst. fuck me hard, choke me, I don’t care.” I said, rolling my hips up. he gave my one hard thrust and me cry out, “oh fuck.” he very quickly picked a fast and hard pace, making the bed hit on the wall with each thrust. I threw my head back, clamping down on him hard and not being to keep quiet. “god, I can barely fucking move.” he said out of breath. I locked eyes with him, I tried my best to take in the scene. his body sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, and furrowed eyebrows in concentration. “come here.” i said, grabbing at his hips. jisung pushed my legs from his shoulders and laid his body on me, his pelvic bone brushing against my clit. my legs wrapped around him as my arms went to his back, clawing at it. he moaned at the feeling. “baby choke me.” I said with water eyes. he carefully did so and squeezed it, making my eyes roll back.

“how close are you?” he asked as his thrusts started to become sloppy. “so close, shit. you gonna cum in me jisung?” I said, trying to make eye contact with but failed. he moaned and let go of my throat to focus on his release. “fuck yeah.” he said, gripping the bed sheets next to my head. the wet sounds of the room and the image of him made the knot rip for the second time, but even harder this time. he pushed hips into to mine once more and came deep inside me.

jisung arms gave out and collapsed onto of me as my legs fell from his hips. I ran one hand in his hair and the other up and down his back. neither one of us moved for a minute. “jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked that hard before.” jisung said, making me giggle. he slid out of me and had enough energy to move and lay next to me. I turn to him and scooted close to him. “that was the best sex I’ve had in awhile.” I said to him. “well we can also do this on our second date if you want.” he said with a smile. I snorted and sat up, “well first off, you better lie to your boys and win that lame bet.” I said, climbing off the bed. “what!” jisung said loudly. I turned back to him and saw a scared look on his face. “your friends talk way to loud. say I’m boring in bed so you can win the bet plus you get a second date me. I see that as a win win.” I said, walking towards my bathroom. “now are you going to sleep in my bed sweaty or are you going to join me in the shower?” I asked, walking in the bathroom. I heard him talk to himself for second before running into the bathroom to me.

we entered the bookstore, met with the cool air in the building. “hello.” y/n said as she called up from the computer. all of us said hello back and went to sit at the table we sat at last week. once we were all sitting down, changbin was the first to talk about y/n and I. “so jisung, you earned 50 bucks from hyunjin cause you actually asked her out, but did you sleep with her?” he asked. I sighed and nodded my head, making the boys cheer. “but was she boring in bed like we thought?” minho asked. I looked back at the front desk at y/n, who was on standing up. she looked up from what she was doing and wink at me. I smiled at her and turned my head back around. my lips went from a smile to a smirk as I looked back at them. “yeah, very boring. I did most of the work and there wasn’t much talking either.” I said, hearing y/n snort in the back. “see we told you chan.” felix said. “well at least I don’t owe jisung money.” chan said. “yeah, now cough up my money.” I said, holding out my hand. changbin, hyunjin, and minho handed over the money. “thank you.” I said, counted the money. 150 dollars richer. I put the money in my wallet as I received a text on my phone. I pulled it out and saw it was a text from y/n who gave me her number the morning after our date. I looked up at her but she just smiled and turned her back to me. I opened my phone and went to see what she sent. only to lose my breathe at what I saw.

a mirror selfie of her on the edge of the bed, in my shirt and legs spread apart and the text under it said:

good boy. can’t wait for our 2nd date. ;)

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