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Imagine begging Megumi to cosplay your favourite character Itachi and he flat out refuses, like he doesn’t even give it any thought which makes you walk off in a huff and pout on the couch.

And he just watches you from the kitchen (you could practically see the clogs turning in his head). Later on he sits next to you with his body turned away while he searches up that character you were talking about earlier.

The next day you come home from work/class but Megumi’s nowhere to be found until he walks out the bathroom wearing an Akatsuki cloak and fixing his headband while your jaw has dropped to the floor.

Seeing your expression made him shift in his spot while he fiddles with the fabric of his cloak,

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘐. . .”

You would’ve jumped his bones then and there if it wasn’t for the insecure look in his eyes “𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦”

“𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵”

It’s safe to say he did fuck you. With the cosplay on.

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: this was just a quick drabble but I might make this longer 👀

— 𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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Growing up with Kaeya was… well it was something.

Always being teased and made fun of in a Kaeya kind of way, that’s just how he was － how he showed affection to the people he cared about.

And that was the exact reason you had a hard time believing him every time he brought up his feelings towards you.

Yes, you knew he had a phat crush on you as kids but that’s what always happens right? It’s simple puppy love, something you grow out of.

But not to Kaeya. To Kaeya, it was more than just simple ‘puppy love’. No, it was much more.

So after many years of failed attempts, Kaeya was led to where he was now, talking to a small 10 year old girl dressed in red and eager to help.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦? 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘠／𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?”

And of course Klee would agree to this, anything to help Kaeya out! And so with a simple,

“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢!“

She set off with a simple task; pass on the mystery box to miss Y/n without any damages or anyone but Klee and Y/n getting a hold of it, that was it.

So why was Klee having such a hard time with this task?

Suddenly paranoid that people would get their hands on the box, Klee had to come up with an idea － something, anything.

This box meant a lot to Kaeya and so she would protect it with everything she had.

Arriving at your doorstep, box in hand, Klee was greeted by your always cheerful face.

“𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯! 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“

Thinking nothing was out of the ordinary, you took the box that was handed to you with a confused smile on your face.

“𝘖𝘩? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦? 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?“

You said as you simultaneously open the box only to reveal one of Klee’s Jumpy Dumpties － set to explode.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 Y/n?“

“𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘠／𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹．．．“

“𝘈𝘯𝘥?“

“．．𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥“

Kaeya, now deflated that another romantic confession had gone down the drain, realised the contents of the box weren’t… well, in the box. Before it was damaged at least.

“𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦，𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴?“

And so the girl led Kaeya towards an empty field, nothing in sight but a painfully obvious sign with the words ‘𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’ written on the wood.

Kaeya stared on in defeat as he watched Klee dig up the ‘𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦’, feeling nothing but failure.

Maybe this was the universe telling him it wasn’t meant to be after all.

All these failed attempts and what had come of it? An explosion, just as what his heart had felt.

Kaeya trudged back to Mondstadt, items in hand and heart feeling heavy.

All he had expected was to drown his sorrows at Angel’s Share.

But what he hadn’t expected was for you to come waltzing up to him and land a kiss to his cheek.

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 － 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦“

If Kaeya had been confused before, he was even more confused now.

And if it wasn’t for the little girl stood behind you, hands behind her back with a shy smile as she balanced her weight back and forth, he wouldn’t have taken responsibility for this mysterious bracelet.

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴，𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 － 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰“

“𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹？ 𝘒𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯! 𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥!“

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?“

—

6：36𝘢𝘮

－𝘬𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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Now, this doesn’t mean he doesn’t like rest of you, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰.

Your tits are great too, he just prefers your ass.

Toji just gives off ass vibes (in literally every sense of the word, megumi would agree).

“𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬,” and that’s when he’ll shoot his shot, landing the harshest slap known to man on your ass.

You’re both in the kitchen cooking dinner when he’ll ask if you can pass him the spice from the cupboard which doesn’t lead you to think anything’s out of the ordinary considering you’re the closest to said cupboard when it happens,

“．．．𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴?”

Yes he did sweetie. He will purposely ask you to pass him things just so he can 1) have a great view of your ass in those tight spandex shorts, and 2) slap your ass of course, what else? He has to leave his mark somehow after he’s ran out of room on your neck.

And if you’re laying on you stomach on the couch, you’re just asking for it at this point. Toji will be right behind you to land his reign of terror.

Will sit on your legs to stop you from interrupting his fun and starts playing the drums on your ass, don’t argue with me.

“𝘸𝘩𝘺’𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘥𝘰’𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵’𝘤𝘩𝘢?”

I have no doubt in my mind that he’d sleep on it too like if you’re in bed and end up falling asleep on your stomach you will 100% of the time wake up with his head firmly planted on top and his arms wrapped around your hips to keep you in place. Why use pillows when he has you?

And if you ask what in the fuck he’s doing, he’ll reply with a response too muffled from your ass cheeks to be coherent, not bothering to lift his head in acknowledgment.

Other times he’ll be on his back scrolling on his phone with you tucked into his side while his other hand just uses your ass as a stress toy.

“𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 ’𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯’？'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 ’𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴”

Don’t think for a second that you’re safe once in public, nothing shall stop this man from his desires. You’re his after all, what’s there to hide?

He’s the type of guy to put his hand in your back pocket just so it’s a discreet and socially acceptable way of holding your ass.

And if you’re both waiting in line for something he’ll stand directly behind you so his cock his snug between your cheeks while his arms are wrapped around you, pulling you closer and preventing you from pulling away.

Also prevents other guys from staring, so that’s a bonus in his eyes.

“𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺”

When he’s gone away for business he would definitely ask you for pics and vids but not of your cute face (although he’s not complaining when he does receive them) and not nudes (that will definitely come up though) but of your ass in those tiny little panties you bought specifically for him, pulled high to create an arch above your cheeks, accentuating your round and plump ass.

No doubt he has a private folder in his phone dedicated to your ass. Ranging from ‘innocent’ shots from when you were cooking with your back to him or a picture he took with his one arm around your waist, the other on your lower back with you facing away from the mirror.

Then the other (most) part of his folder ranges from the multiple positions you make during sex. Some in the classic doggy-position, others in the reverse cowgirl and if he’s really feeling it; him sat on the edge of your bed facing the mirror while you’re bouncing on his cock, those are his favourite.

“𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧’𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭”

When he arrives home the first thing he’ll do is bend down to pull you into a hug with his hands firmly planted on your ass, ending with a slap.

He’ll be talking about how the trip was and what he did while he casually massages your ass - still standing in the hallway.

“𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘯’ 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”

This concludes my list of why I’m convinced that Toji’s an ass man.

All in all, Toji is an ass guy and no one can change my mind.

－ 𝘬𝘰𝘪 ♡︎

5：42𝘢𝘮

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : proud of your new tattoo, you go to pay only to realise you don’t have your purse on you. Luckily the artist accepts all forms of payment

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : tattooist!Geto x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : oral (male + fem receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, spanking/ass grabbing

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"𝘖𝘸! 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻!"

You winced as the needle continued the relentless journey across your wrist. Squinting your eyes and puckering your lips, you snapped another selfie with your free hand. You squirmed slightly and jumped as you thumbed your phone, trying to caption "No pain no gain xoxo" across your Instagram account. Your pony tail danced side to side as you gritted your teeth from the dull aching pain of the needle. Your long legs encased in skin tight Levi's rubbed the side of the chair as you squeezed your pink glittered cell phone which constantly chimed an annoying cat meow.

"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵? 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯!" You squealed in protest. The tattooist gazed at you dully, as he wiped away excess ink with a damp paper towel.

"𝘕𝘰" he replied dryly. Geto, the twenty-five year old who was delivering the cruel artistic torture sat still on his black stool. His leather combat boot pressed down once more on the pedal as you tensed up again. You whimpered softly and managed to take another selfie. This time pushing your lips together and frowning. Geto hoped you didn't notice him shaking his head in disgust.

He had done his fair share of lousy tattoos, but tattooing bratty sorority girls was the worst. "𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘴," he thought. His long thick hair slicked back behind his ears gave him the persona of a 2000’s grunge rocker. Both of his arms were covered in dark colored art, his Black Sabbath t-shirt was ripped at the collar and his jeans were stained with grease. You gazed at him a few times, trying to remember who he looked like, then it finally dawned on you:

"Loki!" You squeaked.

"Huh?" Geto replied wiping your wrist.

"Loki, thats who, from The Avengers! You look just like him!"

"Oh, thanks?" Geto knew who you were talking about, the character from that superhero film on TV. Geto wasn't any sort of villain but he started feeling like one with his gun stabbing multiple needles into your skin for a living.

"𝘖𝘬, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?"

“𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶” you flirted. He grinned and placed his black gloved hand on your forearm as his other hand shaded the rest of the letters. As annoying and prissy as you were, you were drop dead gorgeous. He wondered if you caught him staring at your cleavage flowing over your tank top, or sneaking a peak of your backside through the doorway when you bent over outside to snuff out your cigarette.

As sexy as you were, you weren’t easy to tattoo, this one should've taken an hour, tops. He scheduled you last so he could get your tattoo of "Peace and Happiness," tattooed along your wrist with a few small flowers and a heart. He'd get you out the door in no time so he could go back to his apartment, flip on the soccer game and catch at least the third period with an ice cold beer.

However, your constant stopping for "pain breaks," four phone calls and two smoke breaks later, the game was long over. His part timer left over an hour ago, making sure to flip the outside sign to "CLOSED".

So the two of you where alone, at least until you started up Instagram. Now the whole universe knew you were getting a tattoo at “𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘹𝘰“ Geto couldn't bring himself to rush through the final stages, he never half assed a tattoo, no matter how eager he was to reach the end. He had enough, your squealing and constant squirming was so bad, he started to think about his current career path and wondered if it was even worth it to follow his artistic dream.

"𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦” He thought as he put his machine on the tray.

"𝘖𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵," Geto wiped the last bits of ink and droplets of blood from your wrist. He poured a few streams of green skin cleaner and patted it dry, "𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬”

"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!“ you bounced up and down. He caught yet another quick glance of your breasts bobbing up and down along to the rhythm of your ponytail.

"𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤” As he put away his extra small jars of ink, a sigh of a relief escaped his mouth. He stretched his back and cracked his knuckles. "𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦,“ he muttered to himself.

"𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦? 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘰!“ You said while rummaging through your small black leather purse “𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦!“

Geto shut his eyes and started to imagine what the hell the new issue was. His only thought could be you must have forgotten your money. "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, " he thought to himself.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥! 𝘔𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦!”

Geto shook his head, "𝘜𝘮, 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 ₩150 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰," He said while drying his hands.

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮"

Five minutes and three different phone calls later, Geto stood motionless in the entrance of his artist area leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He was staring at your frantic form screeching into your phone in the waiting area.

"𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵?" he said sternly.

"𝘐， 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

"𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱’𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴”

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺?“

Geto sighed, "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺”

"𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯?"

A slight pause filled the air. Geto sighed, he had a few ideas of his own but he was too annoyed to find you remotely attractive at that moment. Even so what you said next quickly made his throat tighten and legs go weak.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬．．．" you said quietly.

"𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦?” he said sharply.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘦”

He looked away then scratched his chin, "𝘈 𝘰𝘯𝘦－𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰”

"𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵”

Geto studied your body, eyeing your slim stomach and long legs, his cheeks grew warm and he started to turn slightly red. His heart beat fast as he blew out a slow sigh.

"𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦" He walked over to you and placed his hand on the small of your back, sliding his other hand into the front of your jeans, under your panties and stroked the softness between your legs. You dropped your purse onto the floor and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You were about to move in to kiss him, but gasped loudly as his middle finger slid into you.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬" you whispered, biting your lower lip as he inched his finger in deeper. He started to walk backwards towards the old dentist-like chair that was now converted to his one and only tattoo throne, the very same chair you had sat on for the past three hours.

He guided you along with his finger still inside you, moving you towards him while stroking his finger in a "𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦" motion. Your legs trembled as his rough palm grazed your clit all while his tattooed finger pressed and swayed inside you. He leaned back onto the counter and slipped his hand out of your jeans. You took his hand and placed his wet finger into your mouth, sucking off your own sweet juices, giggling as he smiled.

He took off his battered t-shirt as you moved your hands across his chest, then down toward his jeans. You eagerly started to unbutton his pants, reaching in through the top of his boxers. A soft groan escaped his lips as your small warm hand clutched his pulsating shaft, his jeans slid down with his boxers as you dropped to your knees and stared at his large erect cock. You put it in your mouth and started to slowly suck.

His hand draped over your ponytail as he leaned against the counter. He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut as his cock grew thicker in your small mouth. You moaned softly as you tasted his salty pre-come sliding down your tongue. You bobbed your head faster, slurping his pulsating shaft while spit slid down the corners of your mouth. You stroked his hardness with one hand fast as you rest your wet lips against the tip of his soft head. You gazed up at him with your wanting eyes before sliding him down your throat in one quick motion. He moaned loudly, swearing as his thighs tightened. You took it out of your mouth and gasped, stroking him faster as a trail of spit fell from your chin onto your heaving chest.

He stood you up and lifted off your tank top. He buried his face into your cleavage, kissing your soft skin as he unhooked your white lace bra. He sucked your pink nipples as you offered your tits up for him, whimpering as he gently bit each one. He spun you around and pressed your round ass against his cock, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them slowly off, you slid your shoes off in the process. He grabbed hold of your ass from behind and kissed your shoulders. Walking you over to the chair, he motioned for you to sit.

You fell into the chair, clutching onto the headrest behind you as Geto pressed a button and lowered the back of the chair. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘺?" he asked.

"𝘔𝘮𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺!" You replied with heavy breaths.

He spread your long legs to each side and slid them over each arm rest. He pulled away your panties to reveal your wet, bare pussy. He pressed his mouth against your pink lips as you let out a cry, running your fingers through his long hair. His warm tongue slid up and down as he squeezed your thighs. He brought your legs together and slid off your damp panties, tossing them across the room.

You now lay naked on the chair as Geto took off his boots and slid his jeans onto the floor. He knelt down against the chair and returned your legs to the arm rests, displaying your glistening wet lips for him to see. He brought his face between your legs and slid his tongue against your softness as he wrapped his rough lips around your clit and sucked.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵” you whimpered and buried your hands in his long thick hair. He pressed his face against you as you pivoted your hips up and down, riding his mouth. He stopped sucking and hoisted you upwards by your ass, penetrating you with his tongue. He fucked you with his tongue as you screamed, rubbing your clit with your own fingers.

He moved back to your clit and sucked harder, sliding his warm tongue up and down as he pushed his middle finger inside your drenched pussy. He pressed against your g-spot as he grabbed a hold of your thigh and pushed you harder against his mouth.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥!“ You moaned as your legs tightened and your hips trembled, you came hard into his mouth, moaning and squeezing your eyes shut as you ground your pussy onto his finger and pressed your clit hard against his tongue.

You laid on the chair with your eyes shut, your bare chest bobbing up and down as you breathed hard, your legs melted and your pussy tingled. "𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦” you said to Geto, "𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸”

He flipped you over onto the chair and positioned you on your knees and placed your hands on the back of the chair. He brought your legs together and massaged your lower back, watching your thighs sway as you gasped and looked over your shoulder, waiting for his next command.

"𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦," he said to you.

You pushed your ass up and arched your lower back as far as you could, "𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?"

"𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵," Geto replied. He grabbed a hold of his hard cock and slammed it into your aching pussy. You cried out, tightening your muscles, feeling the thickness of his shaft stretching your soft wetness. He pushed hard, gripping your ass as he fucked you with short steady thrusts.

You could feel his cock go deeper with every thrust. You shrieked into the chair, squeezing your eyes shut. The one thing Geto wanted to hear was your high pitched moan, your voice breaking and whimpering with pure sexual ecstasy. He grabbed you by your pony tail and slightly pulled as he pushed his cock deeper inside of you. You lifted your head off the chair and moaned high pitched cries. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦! 𝘖𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘴," you squeaked as he continued to thrust his hard cock into you.

You could feel his shaft grow thicker, while his moans grew into roars as you begged him not to stop. He spanked you and gripped your bouncing cheek tightly as his shaft pulsated inside of you. He pulled out and stroked his shaft, rubbing his hard marble tip against your wet lips, teasing you while you bit down on the chair's headrest. He slid in once more, forcefully pressing deeper, thrusting hard as his black hair fell forward onto his face.

He took out his throbbing cock and wiped his long hair over his head. "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱," he said. You stood up with trembling legs as he laid down onto the chair, holding his cock upward. You climbed onto the chair and wrapped your legs around him as you pressed your hands down on his chest. You eased your aching pussy onto his cock and slid down, filling yourself up with his hardness.

You swayed back and forth on top of the tattoo artist, grinding him hard, bringing him deeper inside of you. He clasped your bouncing ass with one hand and cupped your swaying tit with another. "𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵" you said, riding him harder.

"𝘊𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬" Geto whispered into your ear. This was all that was needed to send you over the edge. Your lips tightened around his rock hard shaft as you came on top of him, gasping for breath as you squeezed your own tits.

You slid off of him and knelt on the floor in-between his legs, stroking him hard and fast. You stared into his eyes as Geto brought himself up onto his elbows to watch his own throbbing cock which was ready to erupt. You wrapped your soft tits around his shaft and moved them up and down, sliding yourself against him, encouraging him to cum on you. "𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵" you gripped his hardness and slid it into your mouth, slurping and sucking fast.

"𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬!" Geto groaned softly. You took his cock out of your glistening mouth and stroked it fast, guiding it along your soft tits. Hot cum splashed onto your chest, covering your breasts and neck as you milked his cock with your warm hands.

They both stared at each other breathless. Geto smiled as he pushed his long hair back over his ears. "𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺," he said, "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬?"

You giggled as you reached for your phone, "𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘶𝘺!" You took a picture of Geto, sweat beaded off of his face as he shot up his middle finger in your direction.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴!" she blurted, "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘴! 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸!"

"𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦" Geto said as he laid back down onto the chair.

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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑶𝒅𝒅𝒔 | Choi San

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : two former high school rivals, now attending the same college, unexpectedly reunite. Football player San is trying to win your heart, but you’re hell-bent on never talking to him again. After many trials and tribulations, will you open your heart?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : jock!san x quiet!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : swearing

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 : this starts off in San’s pov :)

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Complete opposites yet I couldn’t help but be enamoured by you.

Especially now, when the light shining in through the tall windows of the building surrounded you with a glimmer only you could hold, even while stood in the middle of a run down college hallway.

The hallway we stood in, made from yellowing lime bricks, was wide and lined with arched windows that stretch from the ceiling to the worn carpet beneath our feet. There were few people here, only a handful lingering in doorways or sitting atop hard wooden benches built into alcoves in the wall. It feels like a long forgotten hallaway filled with secrets just waiting to be discovered if one should take it upon themselves to explore its hidden depths and abandoned regions of study.

The only modern attributes were the bright blue lockers lining the corridor’s walls and the tall glass cases encasing the college’s trophies.

And then there was you, who looked just like you had in school. Your hair that I used to pull was still long, the large framed glasses that I would hold above your head still enhanced your doe eyes, those freckles that I would stupidly call acne scars decorated your cheeks, and the hatred that continued to lace your eyes.

Except now you wore a nicely fitted suit — the buttons on your shirt were holding on for dear life, your hair brushed behind your ears, pin-striped skirt to your knees, short black heels and holding your books to your chest while the other held what looked to be a briefcase.

I remember overhearing you wanting to study law.

Other than your appearance you hadn’t changed in the slightest and neither had my heart which still raced a mile a minute when I looked into your eyes and saw the mix of emotions there — a combination of anger and confusion, but also curiosity and oddity.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?” It was expected of me to go on to a scholarship but everyone was left surprised when I’d told them that I’d be staying and going to a community college not too far from the school, you included.

It had been seconds which felt like minutes since you uttered those words, I knew I had to say something as I stood there looking like a complete fool playing with the straps of my bag, so with trembling lips, I spoke,

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨?” I titled my head, voice laced with my usual cockiness - only for you.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭”

That’s all it took for my words to slip out like second nature, “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭”

I hadn’t expected much of a reaction considering you were used to my antics from school where I wouldn’t miss a chance to flirt and fluster you although this time I caught sight of the faint flush on your cheeks causing my grin to widen.

Trying, and failing, to cover your reddened cheeks, you looked at me in annoyance before rolling your eyes where they landed on the books I held “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩?”

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯’ “ it felt just like before, when we were both back in school, arguing over anything and everything.

How I missed those years. The days when I’d ask you for a pen only to leave teeth marks on the end just to see what reaction you’d give me that day or the times where I’d sit behind you in class and plait your hair without your knowledge only for you to storm your way towards me at the end of the day and scream at me for making you look like an idiot. Even though to me, it made you look prettier, impossibly so.

“𝘗𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪, 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰?” You spat out, venom in your tone as you brushed past me, presumably walking towards your class.

“𝘐’𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶!” I turned my head and raised my voice causing an echo to bounce from the walls. We both knew I meant what I said but for two different reasons. You probably thought I just wanted to get in your pants, oh how wrong you’d be.

The next few weeks went by just like that, with San religiously keeping to his routine of annoying you or in his eyes; flirting.

After all those years of having to put up with his relentless bullying and confusing actions you thought you finally escaped. You thought he’d gone with that scholarship he was offered, anyone would take that chance — it was a free ticket out of this crap neighbourhood.

And now not just was he no longer taking that stupid scholarship but he’d also chosen to attend the exact same college you had — which was your ticket away from him.

He’d take any opportunity to make your life hell with his burning stare, looming figure and overpowering confidence, his head was stuck up his own ass more than half the time, always thinking he could get any girl he wanted with just one compliment — granted, you never physically saw him with any other girl but oh could you imagine and the rumours weren’t much help either.

And to hell if you reject his advances, which in this case — you had, suffering years worth of teasing and hair pulling. Even going as far as to ‘accidentally’ kick a multitude of footballs your way on more than one occasion — it was safe to say you never used that path as a shortcut ever again.

But what made it more infuriating was his inhuman good looks. As much as you wanted to hate him, you couldn’t. Not when he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes that begged for forgiveness, that he didn’t mean what he said.

But it didn’t matter, he’ll never know. You just have to get through 3 years of college and you’ll be free — again.

Although that apparently seems too much to ask for when the Choi San made it a constant habit to follow you around like an attention deprived dog with his constant snarky comments and confusing actions.

As soon as you stepped foot out of your lecture there he was in all his damn glory, Choi San, waiting for you.

He claimed he waited for you so he could walk you to class which baffled you at first but then came the comments. You came to the conclusion that he only followed you to taunt you. Whether that be on your outfit, hair, makeup or attitude that day.

“𝘠/𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱!” When you finally thought you caught a break, your hopes came crashing down once more. San was nowhere to be found when you left the lecture hall and seeing an opportunity, you quickly skipped in the opposite direction hoping you’d somehow avoid him.

Clearly you were given false hope when you saw a dark haired figure barrelling his way through the crowd of students. You probably would’ve looked the other way had he not been screaming your name the entire way.

Maybe if you slowly turned around and faced the lockers he wouldn’t see you.

Another hopeful thought crashing down when you felt the weight of an arm on your shoulder.

“𝘠/𝘯~ 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?” San said with a clear pout on his face causing your own to turn away.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵” that’s all it took for San’s pout to grow deeper, almost making you feel bad.

Almost.

“𝘈𝘩𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦! 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘶𝘩?” The answer was plain and simple, no. You had no intentions of opening your heart, no less to San of all people. Why would you?

Even after the many confessions you received from San, you took them with a pinch of salt, pinning it down to his usual taunting.

Taking my silence as an answer, San continues, “𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐’𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵~”

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦?” Sure a cat cafe sounded nice and all but with the person I despise the most?

“𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘰” this almost made me chuckle at the absurdity. Did he honestly think that you two were friends?

Was that what this was to him? Friendly banter?

Turning your head towards him, prepared to reject his ‘kind’ offer when you were faced with those puppy dog eyes of his,

“. . . 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦”

Which led to where you were now, sat in a cafe opposite Choi San surrounded by cats — granted that was the sole purpose of the cafe.

Every detail in the room was meticulously attended to, and every item seemed just so. The furniture had been placed exactly where it needed to be for maximum efficiency and aesthetic beauty, the many shades of pink offsetting each other perfectly while never vying for the same attention from customers. Even the rugs were stylishly arranged in a geometric pattern that made them appear as if they had always belonged there.

Calico kittens scampered across tabletops as others lounged lazily over armchairs, basking in streams of sunlight that shone through wide windows looking out onto city streets below. It was truly an oasis from everyday life.

While San sat with a smile stretched across his cheeks as he swayed side to side with a cat balancing on his lap, you were sat there with a looming cloud over your head and dark expression plastered on your face.

“𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰!” He was practically jumping in his seat with excitement, the poor cat was hanging on for dear life.

Seeing how happy he was, was almost contagious. I nearly let a smile slip at the mix of expressions on his face, it was kind of — cute.

The Cat Cafe was a bright and airy establishment, with high ceilings and tall windows to let in as much natural light as possible. A wall of shelves held toys, treats, and supplies for the cats that roamed freely throughout the cafe. There were cozy couches dotted around where visitors could cuddle up with friendly felines or watch them play from afar. Soft music wafted through the air along with faint smells of coffee brewing behind rigid plexiglass barriers meant to keep both customers and cats safe during their interactions.

The boy, usually so cocksure and self-assured, seemed to have taken a step back into himself. His confident manner had vanished as if someone flipped a switch; his shoulders hunched inward with shyness, and he glanced away from me frequently.

There was something hesitant in the way he spoke now that we were alone – almost like whatever impenetrable armor of arrogance that usually surrounded him had unexpectedly dissolved away in my presence.

“𝘞𝘩𝘺’𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺?” I said, cutting the silence.

“𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘯𝘰?” How in the world did Choi San come to the conclusion that we were friends?

Baffled, I stared at him for a second or two, “𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸?” This seemed to make San nervous, confusing me even more.

This reminded me of school again, where he would pick on me but then follow it up by pulling out my chair for me or lend me a pencil when I miss-placed mine. Choi San was confusing, that’s for sure.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. . . 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 — 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺” really?

“𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?” I voiced out loud, followed by a blank expression.

San just sat there, his eyes locked onto the cat on his lap as he mindlessly twirled it’s fur around his finger and a nervous look on his face, “𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 — 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘥”

We were abruptly jolted out of conversation, as we saw the waitress standing in front of us with our orders – two plates laden with French toast and maple syrup. She carefully placed them on the table between us before giving a polite nod and turning to leave.

As she disappeared from view, I turned my attention back towards my thoughts.

I knew who he was talking about — Kang Yeosang, the perfect schoolboy, or at least as close to perfection as one could get. His grades were exemplary, never less than an A on a report card, and he had mastered every lesson within minutes of it being taught.

But it wasn’t just his intelligence that made him so admired — he was also blessed with the face of a model and stature unlike any other boy in class. Friendly and well liked by all who encountered him, he could do no wrong in anyone’s eyes; even teachers seemed to favor him above others when discussing matters relating to academics or conduct.

That’s what made me like him so much.

I remember San starting a fight with Yeosang — over what I don’t know. But it was big enough to grab nearly the entire school’s attention.

That fight made me hate San even more after Yeosang took it upon himself to avoid me at all costs, as if I had the plague. What could San have told him to cause him to avoid me like that?

Allowing my curiosity to take over, I voiced my thoughts, “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺?”

As if what I said offended him, he quickly whipped his head up, “𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦”

I could practically see the steam seething from his reddened ears before he continued, “𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮” he grumbled.

San was a walking mass of contradictions—the kind each and every one of us has tucked away somewhere. On the outside there was an air of confidence, but on the inside lay a rich vein of jealous insecurity.

His intense eyes glimmered as he talked about Yeosang, even as his furtive glances betrayed him. There is never comfort in knowing that someone desires what we cannot have; watching San I felt like it had been magnified to its fullest potential for him.

“𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨-“

“𝘌𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘐’𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥”

His chocolate-brown eyes were blazing with unspoken emotion, a heat that seemed to penetrate my skin from across the room. His jaw was set firmly in a line of anger and he clenched one hand into an angry fist at his side as if it had suddenly become unbearable for him not to be involved or acknowledged. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦”

It was almost as if he’d been living two lives in parallel; the version I saw and the one of hidden jealousies. Jealousy that he had kept tightly locked away, like a closet full of secrets. Until now. The rage in him seethed with such force it felt sudden yet inevitable, at once both foreign and all too familiar.

His expression was open and vulnerable, like he was afraid to lay himself bare before me.

San’s hand tightened around the cat’s fur which he quickly moved to the drink he had in front of him as if it became all too real, his feelings and emotions now in the open for me to see.

So caught up with my thoughts, I barely caught the whisper that left San’s mouth, “𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦? 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦. . .”

The guilt was like a leaden weight on my heart. For once in my life, I felt something other than anger and resentment — remorse for someone who had treated me badly. It felt strange but strangely liberating to accept that he was now sat in front of me, shifting in his seat as he released his pent up anger he kept hidden for all those years.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺,” San’s head shot up from looking at his mug, clearly surprised by my apology, “𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺”

Now shifting in my own seat , the pounding in my chest was relentless, and with each pulse I felt like it would burst.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘦 “

If I was told that I’d be sat in a cat cafe in front Choi San while we apologised to each other for all those years, I’d laugh and walk off.

All I could do was stare at him. The Choi San, the star of the football team and my biggest rival, apologising to me.

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺-“

“𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶”

That’s all it took for us to waste what was left of the day talking about anything and everything followed by the occasional apology while we moved to the floor to entertain the cats.

He watched me with an inscrutable expression, his gaze trained on me as if transfixed. It felt strange, almost alien to have him watching like that without any verbal judgements or harsh criticisms accompanying it.

I fiddled with the cats’ ears and nuzzled their heads for a few moments before glancing up at him again; he hadn't moved an inch from his position – still sat next to me studying my movements as if he couldn’t believe this was how we were interacting: civil and non-combative.

He reached forward to stop me from petting the cat, taking my hand firmly in his. Then, gently turning me towards him, he looked deeply into my eyes with an intensity I hadn't felt before and quietly said “I meant what I said before,” his words hung in the air between us like a challenge: An unspoken conversation that needed no further input or explanation; only acknowledgment of something greater than ourselves. “𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶”

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘠/𝘕. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵”

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↳ a/n: idk where I was going with this —

— 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘹𝘰

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

# - 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 mdni

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : you decide to watch a movie with Kento but are soon too distracted to care, you’re attention elsewhere

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : dom!nanami x fem sub!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : short smut with no plot

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : cockwarming, light spanking, nipple play, pet names such as; baby, pup, good girl, darling, slut, whore & cockwarmer

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I am severely sleep deprived so I apologise in advance

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I whimper and shake as I swing my leg over Kento’s naked lap.

"𝘚𝘩𝘩, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳"

Kento reaches for the remote and turns the TV up. I would hear the characters' conversation more clearly, but I'm too fixated on a certain blonde behind me. The soft shushing of the remote resting on the pillow was far louder to me than any nonsense in the silly show I suggested we watch.

I gasp and choke back a squeak as Kento’s strong hands rest on my hips.

"𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘱”

I refuse to whimper as he presses my hips down. I don't make a peep as he positions his cock at my entrance. A shudder crawls over my skin and through my bones when he enters me, stretches me, but still I remain obediently silent.

A soft chuckle is released behind me.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’s 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭．．． 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”

He pulls me towards him, drawing my back to his chest, and wraps his arms around me to hold me casually. As though he's completely unaffected by the way my pussy is squeezing him. As though he can't feel my wetness dripping down his cock. Meanwhile I sit here and shake, continuing to choke back any whimpers and practically panting with the effort.

My pussy twitches around his cock. I feel a soft puff of air on my neck, and know that he's laughing at my needy misery. I squirm in my discomfort, unfortunately pressing him even deeper inside me. I don't stop when I notice my movement. I can't. I start grinding instead, desperately rocking my hips back and forth. Kento hits every inch of my insides and I let out a little squeal of pleasure.

A sharp smack on the inside of my thigh makes me freeze. I try to stifle my whine, but fail miserably. My noise earns me another hard smack in the exact same spot.

"𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘱𝘶𝘱. 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”

I feel a whimper crawl up my throat and trap it behind my tongue. Gently, I settle down and ease completely onto his lap. It takes a moment or seven, but slowly my pussy relaxes and I'm able to calm down and enjoy the feeling of sitting in his arms, being his good little cockwarmer. I sigh silently, releasing a long, soft stream of air as I relax even further. Suddenly my body remembers how exhausting my day has been, and I allow myself to melt and get absorbed into our show.

A soft petting on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt, over my knee. My pussy twitches of its own volition, but I refuse to focus on any part of the sensation beyond the soothing pets of Kento’s large hand. Soothing pets that just so happen to be on my thigh, and moving up.

I shiver against my own will, and practically glare at the TV in my determination to focus on the show. Nevermind the warmth crawling up my skin from his hand. Nevermind the way my nipples are hardening underneath my sheer white shirt. Nevermind the slow progression of that heavenly hand closer and closer．．．

He starts just above my knee, on the inside of my thigh. Fingertips barely grazing my skin. If I were ticklish, I wouldn't be able to hold back my squirming right now. Fortunately．．．

No. There's nothing fortunate about my sensitivity as his fingertips travel up my thigh. I can hardly stand feeling the way my wetness continues to drip around him. He's at the midpoint, now; my skirt is starting to bunch around his wrist as he makes his way up. My muscles tense. My pussy twitches. Just as a shiver builds up, ready to shake me, his fingers travel back down.

I want to groan with frustration. I want to grind on him. I want to lean forward and ride him wildly, like the desperate, needy slut I am.

Up, his fingertips travel again, a little firmer than last time.

Back down.

Up again, his palm joining his fingertips to spread warmth over my thigh.

A squeeze at my mid-thigh. A small circle with his fingertips on that spot. A stroke up. A stroke down. Another circle.

Finally, finally he strokes his fingers up, finally he--

Back down again.

I groan and whine with frustration, squirming with my hips, a movement that quickly becomes me riding him, bouncing on his cock as well as I could in my compromised position. He allows me, and I take full advantage.

I moan and whimper and gasp, trying to pull my back away from his chest to find a better angle to ride him, but his arm locks me down tight. He presses on my hips, and in a matter of seconds I'm immobilized.

"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰!!!"

I practically scream with need, my pussy twitching and squeezing. I'm rewarded for my petulance with three hard strikes on my right thigh. Another on the left side, followed by a fourth on the right again.

"𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨”

Another hard smack accompanies his deceptively soft words and drags a tortured scream from my lips. Three more hard strikes on my left thigh, and I start to lose count as my head goes warm. I moan and rock my hips as best I can under his grip.

Another grouping of strikes on each of my thighs.

"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵．．．"

A firmer grip, the fingers of one hand digging deep into my thigh while the other travels up to my breasts to grab me there. He massages me, gropes me, rough enough that I'm sure I'll have dark bruises from his fingertips come morning.

I moan and whine, trying to grind, but I'm held completely still in his unforgiving grip.

"𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺”

The groping stops, his grip only holding me still.

A whisper in my ear.

"𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘮,𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱?“

A soft kiss on my cheek as the groping resumes.

"𝘉𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸”

Another kiss. His hand travels up my thigh again, brushing my sore, sensitive skin. I shiver and bite my lip, but I keep silent. Please... Please...

A fingertip brushes my clit and my muscles lock down. I refuse to move. To shake or grind or do anything that will make Kento stop. He hums happily as his finger lazily flicks my clit. There's no rhythm. No reliability. Only inconsistent stimulation that's impossibly frustrating in its randomness. I want to beg, but I know better. He’s in a torturing mood tonight, and begging won't do me any good, unless my goal is to egg him on.

Soft groping on my breast with his free hand, with very little coordination between his fingers on my clit and the way he massages me. He starts to softly stroke around my nipple over my shirt, shifting the fabric to just barely brush over the tip. I refuse to shake. I refuse to moan. I refuse to give in. So I just lock down harder, my pussy squeezing Kento tight. He freezes with a sharp inhale, but only for a moment before he chuckles. He continues to flick my clit and trace around my nipple, no rhyme or reason to his movements, driving me out of my mind with want for rhythm and regularity.

I make the mistake of whimpering and shifting in my need. His hand pulls back from my clit before connecting sharply with my pussy, making me scream. His hand stays there and starts to rub my clit quickly. His other hand pulls back and strikes over my left breast, then my right.

"𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦．．．"

I shake and whine, an orgasm building. His teasing had made me so tense, taken me so close... My pussy twitches again and starts to get impossibly tight. I start rocking my hips again, sobbing with need, feeling my pussy twitch and drip around him. Finally, finally...

His fingers keep rubbing my clit as his cock fills and stretches me inside. My movements get stuttery and irregular, the pleasure too much for me. Kento starts thrusting up to keep the rhythm, and pleasure crashes through me. My pussy contracts again around his cock, and waves of pleasure start to roll down my spine.

Until he pulls away and slaps my twitching clit.

I scream and squirm and whimper as he locks his arms around me to keep me from moving as he strikes me over and over, ruining my orgasm. My poor, tortured pussy continues to twitch around him, and I squeal from the pain and pleasure.

"𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!!“

His hand slows and transitions to petting the sore skin around my pussy. With all the sensations easing, I'm finally able to hear his labored breath and soft snarling behind me.

"𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦．．．"

His arms wrap tight around me, and he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. Strong, groping hands knead my aching thighs and tits, the grip firm and needy.

Kento releases me from between his teeth and snarls in my ear, panting. With surprising softness, he whispers in my ear.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵“

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 700 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡︎

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰