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Hi koli i saw your request were open and was wondering if you could do a Tokyo revengers x reader (final timeline) where they have a baby and they say their first word with preferably: chifyuy, kazutora, baji, mikey, izana, rindou, shinichiro and any others you would like to include

۶ৎ. Babies First.

Tokyo Revenger Boys.

۶ৎ auth: ahhhh omg my first request in like so long, I’m actually so excited to work on this!!! Feel free to request any anime, show or movie, and any character!! :) I might make a taglist.

۶ৎ Summary: After so much back and forth to fix the feature, you’ve finally settled down—and finally had a baby. The joys of parenthood only continue and your baby says their first words.

۶ৎ: sfw | scenario | fem reader | babies/parenthood | fluff | time skipped | implied poc reader, though you could ignore the information that doesn't fit you.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Ken Ryuguji.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno

It’s an ordinary evening, and Chifuyu sits with the baby on his lap, his calm, logical demeanor softened by the tiny bundle in his arms. His black undercut, neatly styled, contrasts with the gentle warmth that radiates from him as he softly coos at the little one, a sense of peace enveloping the moment. The baby’s big, curious eyes stare up at him, the faintest glimmer of recognition in their gaze.

You’re nearby, watching quietly from the kitchen, as usual, keeping a close eye on the small family gathering. The baby shifts slightly in Chifuyu’s arms, their little hands reaching out, exploring, unsure of the world but finding comfort in the familiar presence of their father.

Chifuyu looks at the baby, a tender smile creeping across his face. He’s normally so composed, always the steady one, but this… this softens him, makes him feel an unfamiliar kind of warmth. “Come on,” he murmurs softly, “say something for me.”

The baby babbles incoherently for a moment, small giggles escaping their lips as they grab hold of his finger, wrapping their tiny hand around it like it’s the most important thing in the world. Chifuyu chuckles, shaking his head softly. “You’re as stubborn as your mom,” he says under his breath, smiling at the thought of you.

Then, suddenly, the baby’s little voice breaks the silence. It’s not a full word, but there’s a clear attempt to speak. “Da-da!” the baby declares proudly, their voice high-pitched but full of delight. Chifuyu freezes for a moment, his face lighting up with surprise, a hint of pride showing in his usually calm features.

You, hearing the unexpected word, laugh softly from your spot, watching the exchange. Chifuyu’s usual composed self cracks for a brief moment as he stares down at the baby in awe. “Did… did you just say ‘Dada’?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s delighted.

The baby repeats it again, this time with even more enthusiasm, “Da-da!” Chifuyu shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Guess I’ll take that as a victory.”

You walk over quietly, your heart swelling at the sight of Chifuyu, who’s always so composed, now with the smallest of smiles, cradling their child with complete adoration. The baby, seeing you, reaches out with their tiny arms, making a soft noise of recognition.

“Looks like you’ve got competition,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, your voice light and playful.

Chifuyu’s face turns slightly red, his calm demeanor returning, though the smile still lingers. “It’s just a fluke,” he mutters, though it’s clear he’s overjoyed. The baby giggles again, the sound filling the room, and Chifuyu leans in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. “I can’t believe you said ‘Dada’ first,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection.

The baby, oblivious to the momentous occasion, just giggles again, content in the safety of their father’s arms. It’s a simple, tender moment, but to Chifuyu, it’s everything.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya

The air is still, heavy with the calm that comes with the evening as Kazutora sits on the couch, a small, fragile smile on his face as he looks down at the baby resting in his arms. His long, black hair, streaked with yellow, falls lazily over his shoulders, the strands a contrast to the tenderness with which he holds the child. There’s an unfamiliar peace in his expression, a quiet moment of solace after all the chaos that’s filled his life. His usually volatile demeanor seems distant as he looks at the little one, their soft breaths the only sound between them.

You’re just a few steps away, your presence like a gentle echo in the background, keeping watch as Kazutora carefully adjusts the baby in his arms, the kind of delicate handling that surprises even him. He’s never been one for softness, always pushing against the world with a hardness that left little room for gentleness—until now. He looks down, eyes tracing the baby’s tiny hands, the little fingers wrapped around his own with surprising strength.

The baby stirs, their wide eyes blinking up at him, and Kazutora’s breath catches slightly in his chest. For a moment, it’s as if everything else—the turmoil, the chaos, the memories—fades into the background, leaving only this quiet exchange between father and child.

Kazutora’s voice is soft, almost hesitant as he speaks to the baby, a far cry from the manic energy he once carried. “Hey, little one… can you say something for me?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet kind of longing, though it’s not for the world outside—it’s for this fragile connection he never thought he would have.

The baby, in their own way, tries to respond, making gurgling noises that grow into more distinct sounds. Kazutora watches in silent anticipation, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face as the baby’s mouth moves again. It’s almost as if they’ve been waiting for the right moment to speak.

Then, with a bright, innocent giggle, the baby suddenly blurts out a word, though it’s not what Kazutora expected. “Dada!” they say, the sound coming out in a clear, high-pitched tone.

Kazutora freezes, his eyes wide in disbelief for a second. His heart lurches unexpectedly in his chest, and he looks down at the baby as though they’ve just given him the most precious gift. His expression softens, a deep and almost bittersweet tenderness settling in his gaze. “Dada…” he repeats under his breath, as though trying to wrap his mind around it. There’s a tremor in his voice, something raw and vulnerable that he doesn’t often let surface.

You can’t help but smile as you watch the moment unfold, the baby’s innocent giggle filling the room, unaware of the weight they’ve just placed on Kazutora’s heart. Kazutora’s fingers twitch slightly as he holds them closer, his past, his pain, his regret all swirling beneath the surface of this simple, unexpected moment.

The baby, sensing the comfort of Kazutora’s embrace, reaches up with their tiny hands, trying to grab at his face. Kazutora laughs softly, the sound foreign yet warm as he leans into the baby’s touch. “You’re gonna make me soft, huh?” he mutters, though there’s no bitterness in his words—only a quiet affection.

You step forward then, offering him a soft, knowing glance. Kazutora looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, everything between the two of you seems to settle. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, something that says more than words ever could.

Kazutora’s voice breaks the silence, still low and almost tender. “I never thought I’d be here, y’know? This… this feels different.”

You smile gently, watching him with the baby in his arms, a sense of peace settling over you both. The moment is fleeting, but it’s a reminder—Kazutora, despite his past, is finding something he never thought he deserved.

۶ৎBaji Keisuke

The night is quiet, the soft hum of the streetlights casting a dim glow in the room where Baji sits, his wild, untamed jet-black hair falling to his shoulders in loose waves. His usual grin is absent for the moment, replaced by a look of calm as he watches the baby in his arms, who is squirming lightly, their little hands reaching up as if trying to make sense of the world around them. There’s an intensity in Baji’s eyes, but it’s not the usual fire of a fight—it’s something softer, something that only surfaces when he’s with his family.

You stand by the doorway, leaning against the frame, quietly watching the scene unfold. Baji, who is always full of energy, the type to jump into action at any given moment, seems almost frozen in this moment, the wild spark in his eyes replaced by a rare tenderness as he holds the baby close to his chest.

The baby gurgles softly, their small face scrunching in curiosity as they look up at him. Baji’s lips twitch into a small smile, but it’s different than his usual mischievous grin—it’s something warmer, more protective. “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, though a hint of his usual playful nature is still there.

The baby babbles in response, their little voice almost a melody as they stare at Baji with wide, innocent eyes. And then, as if on a whim, the baby utters a word. It’s clear and unambiguous, the word they’ve been practicing, but it’s not what Baji expected.

“Dada!” The word rings out, not perfectly clear, but undeniably present.

Baji’s eyes widen, and for a moment, his usual grin falters, replaced by something almost vulnerable. He looks down at the baby, his hand resting gently against their tiny back, and the slightest breath escapes him. His fingers twitch as if unsure how to react to the sudden surge of emotion he didn’t anticipate. His heart pounds, a rush of warmth flooding through him, and despite all his bravado, there’s a crack in the tough exterior.

You smile, stepping a little closer to them, your heart swelling at the sight. “Looks like you’ve got a little fan there,” you tease softly.

Baji’s grin slowly returns, though it’s softer now, not the usual wild energy that so often defines him, but something more intimate. He leans down, his sharp canine teeth flashing briefly as he chuckles under his breath, the sound light and full of affection. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says it with his usual swagger, but it’s evident that something about the moment has shifted. This isn’t a victory he expected, but it’s a victory that matters more than any battle.

The baby reaches up toward his face, their tiny fingers brushing against his cheek, and Baji’s heart skips a beat. He looks at you for a moment, a wordless exchange between the two of you, before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Good job,” he mutters, his voice soft but steady.

You can’t help but watch the moment unfold with a quiet admiration. Baji, the wild, adrenaline-fueled force of nature, has just experienced something that slows him down, something that pulls him out of the chaos of the world and into a simple, pure connection. The baby giggles, their tiny hands grasping for his hair, and Baji laughs too, the sound genuine and full of joy.

For a brief moment, the world outside seems distant, and all that matters is the little family in that room—the wild heart of Baji, softened and made whole in the presence of his child.

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano

Mikey sits in the quiet of the living room, the soft hum of the clock the only sound besides the gentle breath of the baby in his arms. His short, dark hair is parted neatly at the middle, the weight of the world outside this moment temporarily forgotten. The familiar carefree energy that Mikey is known for seems absent now, replaced by a tenderness he rarely shows. He’s holding the little one close, his hands steady and secure around them, the once-unshakable pillar of Toman now softened by something unexpected.

The baby stirs in his arms, their small face scrunching in confusion as they try to adjust to the world around them. Mikey watches them with a faint smile, though there’s something more complex behind his eyes. The carefree grin that usually defines him is replaced by a quiet focus, a vulnerability that he seldom allows others to see. His heart is heavy with thoughts of the past, of everything he’s lost, but in this moment, the baby offers him something pure, something he hasn’t had in a long time—peace.

The baby’s tiny hand reaches up, grasping for the fabric of his suit, their tiny fingers curling in and out as if trying to touch something they don’t fully understand yet. Mikey’s breath catches in his chest, his gaze softening. He can feel the warmth of their small body, the innocent trust they place in him without question, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of his own burdens lifts just slightly.

“Mama?” The baby says, the word coming out softly but unmistakably.

Mikey freezes. The sound is far from perfect, the baby’s voice still nasally and unsure, but it’s clear enough, and Mikey’s heart skips a beat. He blinks down at the child, his expression flickering between surprise and a strange tenderness, something unfamiliar and soft that he never expected to experience. His hand twitches, fingers tightening around the baby instinctively as if protecting them from the world outside.

You, standing nearby, catch his gaze, the understanding between the two of you unspoken. Mikey clears his throat, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he glances at you, trying to regain some of his usual bravado. “Guess that’s not the word I was hoping for,” he says, his tone playful, though there’s a depth to it, a warmth he’s not used to showing.

The baby reaches up again, this time grasping Mikey’s finger, their touch delicate yet insistent. Mikey smiles softly, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something that speaks to the weight of the love he’s learning to give. “It’s okay, little one,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Maybe next time, huh?”

He presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, his lips lingering just a little longer than necessary. The moment feels suspended in time, as if the world around him has faded and all that matters is this—the small, fragile life in his arms and the quiet peace they’ve brought him, in spite of everything he’s carried.

You step closer, watching the scene with a soft smile of your own. Mikey looks up at you then, his expression still soft, but now there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He may have once carried a darkness that threatened to consume him, but here, now, with his child in his arms, that darkness feels far away, as if for a brief moment, he can just be… Mikey. The Mikey who is a child at heart, who’s capable of tenderness and love even amidst the weight of his past.

With a soft chuckle, Mikey leans back slightly, his hand still holding the baby close as he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “You heard that, right?” he asks, his voice teasing but there’s something vulnerable in it too. “They said ‘mama.’ Guess I’m off the hook for now.”

You laugh, the sound light and full of warmth. Mikey’s grin widens just a little, and though it’s not the wild grin of a fighter or leader, it’s something just as genuine—something that feels like a promise, a reassurance that even with all the darkness he’s faced, he’s finding light again. And maybe, just maybe, this little one is part of that light.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa

Izana sits in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of a guitar string resonating in the air. His large purple eyes, usually cold and calculating, are softened by the warmth of the baby in his arms. His wavy hair falls gently around his face, the strands catching the light as he adjusts the baby’s tiny body against his chest, the faint scent of plants and the soft ripple of water from the fish tank nearby offering a peaceful backdrop to an otherwise chaotic life. He had never imagined this—holding a child, one so small, so fragile in his arms. His usual detachment feels muted, replaced by a strange sense of responsibility, a sensation he’s never quite allowed himself to experience before.

The baby stirs in his arms, eyes blinking open and gaze unfocused, their small hands reaching out in curiosity. Izana’s usual composure doesn’t waver, but the faintest trace of tenderness lingers in his gaze as he watches the child, something unfamiliar surfacing beneath the layers of bitterness and coldness he’s built over the years.

The baby makes a small noise, a soft whine, their lips twitching as they try to vocalize something. Izana tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, waiting. His fingers gently caress the baby’s back, an instinctive gesture of care that surprises even him. In the silence of the room, a soft and tentative word escapes the baby’s lips. It’s not quite clear, but the intention is unmistakable.

“Dada.”

Izana freezes. His grip on the guitar tightens for a brief moment, his eyes blinking as he processes the sound, the word hanging in the air like a sudden, unexpected shift in his world. It’s simple—just one word—but for someone like Izana, who has spent most of his life surrounded by cold, violence, and manipulation, hearing such a soft and innocent utterance stirs something deep within him.

A flash of his past flashes through his mind—the loneliness, the bitterness that once consumed him. He had never felt a connection to anyone, certainly not like this. He had always been the one to push people away, to make himself unapproachable, but here, in this moment, the baby’s small hand wraps around his finger, their soft grip a reminder of something pure, something he had lost long ago—the ability to care without expecting anything in return.

He exhales slowly, his face betraying nothing but the faintest softness that only the baby could elicit from him. His hand gently lifts the child, their eyes still wide with curiosity, before he leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Dada, huh?” Izana murmurs, his voice quiet but not without a hint of amusement, the corners of his lips turning upward in a small, unexpected smile. It’s a rare sight, one that doesn’t appear often, but in the quiet presence of the baby, it feels more natural than anything he’s ever known. “Guess I’m not as bad as I thought,” he adds softly, almost to himself.

You, standing nearby, watch the scene unfold with a knowing smile. Izana doesn’t often allow anyone to witness such moments, but here, now, with the child in his arms, the pieces of his past—the anger, the bitterness—seem to fade into the background, if only for a moment. Izana looks up at you then, his eyes softer than usual, as if silently asking for your approval, for reassurance that he’s doing this right. That he’s not as lost as he often feels.

He doesn’t say anything more, but the warmth in his eyes speaks volumes. The man who once sought power, control, and dominance has now found something far more valuable—a sense of purpose, a bond he never thought he would have. As he looks down at the baby, his grip tightening slightly around them.

۶ৎRindou Haitani

Rindou sat on the floor of the living room, legs stretched out, his back against the couch, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the windows. His pinkish-purple mullet, with its dark blue roots and tips, was damp from a shower, strands falling messily around his face. He had a lazy, almost indifferent expression as he stared at his phone, absently scrolling, but his free hand rested on the baby seated between his legs, offering a steady support as they clumsily played with a soft, squeaky toy.

The baby babbled, gnawing on the corner of the plush thing, drool soaking it thoroughly. Rindou, ever stoic, just watched, raising an eyebrow whenever the squeak got too loud. His black stud earrings caught the light, a stark contrast to the rough Bonten insignia tattoo inked boldly across his neck.

“You’re gonna drown in your own spit,” Rindou muttered, lifting the baby gently by their underarms, pulling them up into a wobbly stand on his thighs. The child stared back at him, wide-eyed, chubby cheeks flushed. Their little fists grabbed at his shirt, seeking balance, and for a moment, there was a quiet exchange—a softness that rarely found its way into Rindou’s life.

The baby blinked, their gaze fixed on Rindou’s face with intense concentration, like they were processing something far too big for their small brain. And then, out of nowhere, they let out a small, clear sound.

“Dada.”

Rindou froze.

The word was soft, tentative, but unmistakable. His blue-gray eyes snapped to the baby’s face, as though he wasn’t sure if he’d actually heard it. His normally stoic expression cracked, a rare flicker of surprise flashing across his sharp features.

“What…?”

The baby blinked again, almost as if testing the sound, and with a little more confidence, repeated it.

“Dada.”

This time, it wasn’t a fluke.

For a solid five seconds, Rindou just stared. The usual snarky, blasé attitude was nowhere to be found—his mouth slightly open, the baby still gripping his shirt tightly, unaware they’d just done something monumental.

A scoff broke the silence, but it was soft, almost disbelieving. “… No way.”

He tried to play it cool—but there was no hiding the way his lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile.

“You’ve got shitty taste in first words,” he murmured, lifting the baby higher until their noses nearly touched. The baby, delighted with their new word, kicked their legs happily and repeated, “Dada,” with even more enthusiasm, like they knew they’d hit gold.

Rindou exhaled sharply through his nose, something warm and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. He glanced toward the hallway, as if making sure no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness.

“Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, giving in as he brushed his nose against the baby’s cheek, the smallest, almost imperceptible grin forming on his lips. “I hear you. I’m your ‘Dada,’ huh?”

The baby squealed, a high-pitched giggle, and Rindou couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. He was used to fights, to blood and bruises, to commanding fear—but this? This was different. And for once, he didn’t mind losing. Not to them. Not to this.

۶ৎShinichiro Sano

It was a quiet afternoon at the Sano bike shop, the scent of oil and metal lingering in the warm air. The faint sound of a wrench clinking against the concrete floor echoed through the open garage, where Shinichiro Sano sat cross-legged, lazily working on a motorcycle engine. His unkempt black hair stuck out in random directions, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the thin tendrils of smoke curling upward.

He wasn’t in any rush—never was, really. Dressed in his usual pearl-white shirt and light-washed jeans, a jacket lazily tied around his waist, he looked as effortlessly relaxed as ever. A silver chain peeked out from beneath his collar, catching the sunlight every now and then.

Nearby, his daughter sat on a thick blanket, surrounded by a mess of soft toys and teething rings. She was barely old enough to crawl properly, but that didn’t stop her from making every effort to squirm toward her father, her tiny hands grabbing at the air.

Shinichiro glanced over at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his thin lips. “You getting bored over there, sweetheart?” His voice was raspy, warm, and effortlessly gentle as he set the wrench down and wiped his hands on a nearby rag.

She responded with a string of baby babble, half-formed sounds that made no sense but filled the space with life. He watched her, enchanted by the simplest things—how her little fingers curled and uncurled, how her eyes, a perfect mirror of his own dull black ones, lit up every time he spoke.

“Hold on, hold on. I’m comin’.” Shinichiro stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, rising to his feet with a lazy stretch. He scooped her up effortlessly, holding her against his chest, her small hand immediately tangling itself in the fabric of his shirt.

“You smell like motor oil,” he murmured with a chuckle, kissing the top of her head despite the mess on his hands. “Not exactly the ideal dad scent, huh?”

As he swayed gently, rocking her out of instinct more than anything, the baby stared up at him, wide-eyed and thoughtful, her chubby cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the afternoon. She blinked slowly, as though studying him, her tiny mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something.

And then, soft as a whisper, it happened.

“…Da…da…”

Shinichiro froze.

The word was faint, breathy—so delicate he almost thought he’d imagined it. His heart skipped a beat, a strange, unfamiliar warmth surging through his chest.

“…What?” His voice came out quiet, almost disbelieving, as he pulled her back slightly to look at her properly. “What’d you just say?”

The baby blinked again, her expression pure and innocent, and as if sensing his awe, she tried again, this time stronger, more confident.

“Dada.”

Shinichiro felt something inside him break wide open.

He laughed—not his usual lazy, carefree laugh, but something softer, shakier. “You serious right now?”

Her tiny hand reached up, grabbing at the silver chain around his neck, and for once, Shinichiro felt completely helpless—in the best way possible.

“You’re not supposed to say that yet…” he whispered, though the grin on his face betrayed him completely. His thumb brushed gently over her round cheek, his eyes shining with a tenderness so deep it made his chest ache.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m your ‘Dada,’” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he breathed her in. “Lucky me.”

The bike shop, the tools, the cigarette smoke—none of it mattered in that moment. All he knew was the weight of his daughter in his arms, her tiny voice calling out to him, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

And for the first time in a long while, Shinichiro felt like he truly had everything he could ever want.

۶ৎKokonoi Hajime

The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kokonoi’s penthouse, casting long shadows over the sleek, minimalist living room. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft jazz playing from the speaker, creating a calm, almost surreal atmosphere.

Koko sat cross-legged on the floor, dressed down in black sweatpants and a plain white shirt, his silver-white hair loose around his shoulders. He had a glass of whiskey beside him — untouched — as he watched their daughter with that same quiet intensity he reserved for high-stakes meetings… except this was different.

She was sitting in the middle of a plush play mat, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of toys, a stuffed bunny half-chewed, and a colorful book she had zero interest in. Her soft hair fell over her round cheeks, and she looked up at him with wide, thoughtful eyes — eyes that mirrored her mother’s so distinctly that Koko sometimes forgot how to breathe when she stared at him like that.

“Pretty, aren’t you?” he murmured, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he leaned back on his hands. “Got that from your mom… lucky kid.”

She babbled in response, smacking the bunny against the floor with impressive determination, her little brows furrowed as though she were solving some great mystery.

Koko’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through his usual cool composure.

“You’re really giving that thing a hard time,” he remarked, watching her with a mix of amusement and fascination. “What did it ever do to you?”

She paused, blinking up at him, lips slightly parted, as though she was about to say something… but instead, she dropped the toy with a dramatic flair and crawled toward him, tiny hands smacking against the polished hardwood floor.

He sat up straighter, heart giving an odd little skip — not that he’d ever admit that.

“You comin’ over here?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her.

She reached him, pulling herself up with clumsy determination, her chubby fingers grabbing a fistful of his shirt as she balanced on unsteady legs. Koko’s hands hovered near her waist, ready to catch her if she wobbled too much.

And then, she looked up at him… and with a small, clear voice, said:

“Da…da.”

Koko blinked.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. The word was soft, delicate, but unmistakable. His throat tightened, the glass of whiskey forgotten entirely.

“What… what did you say?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

She stared up at him with the same serious expression, as though this wasn’t a monumental moment — just another part of her day.

“Dada.”

The second time, it hit him harder.

A sharp inhale, and then — to his surprise — a soft laugh escaped him, the sound rough and disbelieving.

“You—” He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to ground himself. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

She, of course, said nothing. Just continued to stare at him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she had no intention of letting go.

“First word, huh?” Koko said, his voice softer now, almost fragile. “And it’s me…”

Something in his chest ached — something he hadn’t felt in years. He thought of how, for so long, he’d believed everything important in his life slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he held on. But here she was… holding onto him.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he whispered, brushing a gentle hand over her soft hair.

She leaned forward, her head resting against his chest in a way that made his heart squeeze painfully.

“I should tell your mom,” he murmured, though he made no move to get up. “She’s gonna want to hear this…”

But he didn’t. He just stayed there, holding her, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breathing, as though he was afraid to break the spell.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, sleepily this time, as if testing the word.

Koko closed his eyes for a long moment, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, the faintest smile on his lips.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “I’m your Dada.”

And for once, there was nothing else he needed.

۶ৎKen Ryuguji

The rain tapped lightly against the windows, casting soft shadows across the small but cozy apartment. The scent of warm tea and baby powder lingered in the air, a comforting mix that made the place feel lived-in — loved.

Draken sat on the floor, back against the couch, his long legs stretched out, and their daughter nestled comfortably between them. His strong, calloused hands were gentle as he helped her balance, her tiny fingers grabbing at the hem of his patterned jacket with the determination of someone on a mission.

“Steady now, princess,” he murmured, his deep voice softer than usual, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

She had her mother’s eyes — there was no denying it. That same soft, soulful gaze that could stop Draken in his tracks, no matter how tough he tried to act. The resemblance was almost eerie, especially when she stared up at him with that thoughtful, almost knowing expression, as if she could see right through him.

“You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, you know that?” he teased, running a hand over his buzzed undercut, the dragon tattoo on his temple stark against his skin. “Just like your mom…”

His daughter, of course, was unimpressed. She was too busy trying to pull herself up, grabbing at his jacket with clumsy determination, her chubby legs wobbling as she straightened herself.

Draken arched a brow, watching her with a mix of amusement and quiet pride. “Look at you… tough little thing,” he muttered. “Didn’t get that from her.”

She babbled something incoherent, rocking back and forth on her feet, her lips forming shapes that almost sounded like words.

“Yeah?” Draken chuckled, leaning in closer, his braid falling over his shoulder. “What are you tryin’ to tell me, huh?”

She paused then, swaying slightly before gripping his jacket tighter. For a split second, Draken thought she was about to fall — his hands twitched, ready to catch her — but she steadied herself, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes.

And then…

“Da…da.”

Draken froze.

The word was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it hit him like a punch to the gut.

“What…?”

She said it again, clearer this time, her small voice filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier.

“Dada.”

Draken stared at her, his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt since his gang days. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say — wasn’t sure if he could say anything at all.

“You…” He swallowed hard, his voice rougher now, a little hoarse. “You just—”

Before he could finish, she took an unsteady step forward and fell right into his chest, her tiny arms wrapping around him as best as they could.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, her voice muffled against his shirt.

And that… that broke him.

Draken closed his eyes, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he held her close, his thumb brushing over her soft hair. The warmth of her small body against his made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t prepared for — a deep, protective kind of love that scared him more than any fight ever had.

“Yeah…” he whispered after a long moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his voice softer than it had ever been. “I’m your dad…”

He stayed like that for a while, holding her, feeling her small breaths against him. He didn’t call for her mom — not yet.

This moment was his. Just for now.

╚»★«╝ 🅆🄸🄿 🅄🄿🄳🄰🅃🄴 ╚»★«╝

HEEEYYYYYYY, How y'all doing? I thought I make a post about my current WIPs! I just recently got into BlueLock and will start writing fics for that fandom. (Each title will link to the fic, if you'd like to read it!)

◦•●◉✿ 𝘐𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦- 𝘎𝘌𝘎𝘖𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 3) ✿◉●•◦

This is my next release due to popularity! I've written a good chonk of this. I am still working on the smut and hoping to release this next week! (LOOOOOOSSEEE ESTIMATION :3

◦•●◉✿ 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫- 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐) ✿◉●•◦

I just started part 2 not too long ago! I have most of the plot worked out as well! This also will have smut in it so it will take longer than Fluff would. I'd say this will be released in the next two weeks. (ONCE AGAIN LOOSE ESTIMATE lol)

◦•●◉✿ 𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔸𝕚𝕜𝕦 𝕩 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 - ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕀 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊!! ✿◉●•◦

Y'all don't be mad... this is why i've been slacking... I came up with an insane idea for a fic with Oliver from Bluelock.... I couldn't resist.... Both reader and Oliver are not shit (both whores and need jail time)! They are playing a game of who will break who's heart first and reader is no better than a man. Oliver has met his match.... unfortunately lmao

◦•●◉✿ 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚛. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝- 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟽 ✿◉●•◦

I just released part 6 yesterday! Mama, I have not started part 7 lmaooo

Requests are open! But I may not get to them right away! Thanks for reading!

Masterlist

𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋

★彡 ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ 彡★

𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕂𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕠(ℍ𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕤)

Nakidori- Hawks x Fem!OC fanfic on AO3 (fluff with eventual smut)

Who is that? {part 1} - Hawks x Reader (fluff)

A bird that can't sing {part 2}- Hawks x Reader(fluff)

See you later, Mr. President- President!Hawks x Reader (smut)

See you later, Mr. President- Part 2 (smut)

See You Later, Mr. President- Part 3 (sexual tension)

See you later, Mr. President- Part 4 (slight smut, adult themes)

See you later, Mr. President- Part 5 (smut, adult themes)  

See you Later, Mr. President- Part 6 (adult themes)🆕 

𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠 ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 (𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕌𝕡)

Shinsou x Reader in a band (Fluff)

✞☬𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟☬✞

ℕ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠

Trouble - Nanami x Y/N Reader (Part 1) (fluff/sexual tension)

Trouble- Part 2 (smut) 

𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦

Speechless (Part 1) - Nerdjo x Reader (fluff/ sexual tension)

Speechless Part 2 (smut)

In the Middle (Part 1) GeGo x Reader (fluff, sexual tension)

In the Middle Part 2 (smut, threesome)🆕 

𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦

In the Middle (Part 1) GeGo x Reader (fluff, sexual tension)

In the Middle Part 2 (smut, threesome)🆕 

꧁☬ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔞☬꧂

𝔸𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕤 (𝔸𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕)

I’ll Take you- Alucard x (Y/N) Reader (Part 1) (fluff and sexual tension)

I’ll Take You (Part 2) (smut)

I’ll Take You (part 3) (fluff)

༺𝐁ᥣυ𝖾𝐋ⱺ𝖼𝗄༻

Stone or Lavender- Kunigami Rensuke x Reader Part 1 (fluff)

See You Later, Mr. President (Part 6)

Hawks x Fem!Reader Mini Series

FIND PARTS 1-5 HERE

Warnings: allegations of sexual assault, adult themes || MDNI

Art: Pinterest (if you know the artist please tag them!)

“Should we be on the same laptop or on separate ones?” You ask as you set up the webcam.

“Let’s just join the call together. Nothing to be worried about okay? No matter what, we will persevere.” Keigo states.

You give him a thumbs up, followed by a determined look on your face. You set the laptop on the kitchen island counter, making sure your background was clear. Keigo comes and sits next to you on the barstool, his hand planted on your thigh. You adjust the camera so that you both are in frame. You start the call.

“Good afternoon, Mr. President. Y/N.” Your boss says.

“Good afternoon.” You both say in unison.

“I’ve requested this call in light of the recent video that’s been circulating of you, Mr. President. We have some speculation that the woman in the video is Y/N. People are speculating that the actions in the video were non consensual. So let’s address the elephant in the room, is that you, Y/N?” He asks.

Your heart was beating so intensely, it was hard to think. All you had to do was be honest but you felt scared in the moment. It’s not that you didn’t want to clear Keigo’s name, it’s more so that the career you’ve worked your whole life for is about to shatter into a million pieces. Your breathing starts to hasten. Keigo squeezes your thigh as an attempt to calm you down.

“Yes, the woman in the video is me.” You admit.

“And was it consensual?” He asks.

“Yes.” You both say in unison.

Your boss lets out a sigh and begins writing things down.

“As you know it’s a violation of your contract to be romantically involved with our collaborator. You will be facing some consequences as any employee would.” He says as he continues jotting things down. “HR will need a week to go over and investigate your case. During that time, you will be on an unpaid one week suspension. All your accommodation that we pay for will be on hold as well. That means your employee card and hotel will be cancelled. If we decide to further employment you will have access to those things again.”

“May I interject?” Keigo demands.

You raise your brows in reaction to the change in Keigo’s demeanor. He was pissed. He couldn’t sit there and watch you get scolded when you are their best employee. You squeeze his thigh under the table, begging him not to say anything.

“Yes, Mr. President.” Your boss says

You look at him with pleading eyes, trying to stop him once again. He looks at you and then back at the laptop. He was going to do what he wanted.

“This whole thing is entirely my fault. I pursued her in hopes that your company wouldn’t find out. I mean look at her, she’s stunning.” You kick him hard as fuck under the table to redirect him. “In fact, we’ve been together for an entire month and in that month did her work fluctuate?” Keigo questions.

Your boss checks the work you’ve submitted in the past month. You’ve recruited the most kids for the hero program. He nods his head and says, “It’s improved. She had the highest number of recruitments last month.”

“And you’re penalizing her? Her heart is more in it than anyone else's. She really cares about the next generation and it shows in her work.” Keigo states.

“You’re making good points, Mr. President. However, I don’t get to decide her fate. It’s in the hands of the higher ups. All I was sent to do is let her know the consequences.” Your boss says.

“Give me their contact information, I’d like to have a word with them.” Keigo demands once again.

“I will send that over in an email. Regardless, Y/N’s suspension starts tomorrow. Plan accordingly and we will be in touch. You two enjoy the rest of your day.” Your boss says before he ends the call.

The band aid has been ripped off. You don’t feel as sad as you thought you would. Maybe because it hasn’t hit you yet? Keigo watches you to see your reaction. You two just stare at each other for a moment.

“Where am I gonna live?” You ask softly.

“You have two options: I’ll pay for your hotel or you can stay here. You’re not paying for a damn thing this week.” Keigo says as he comforts you.

“What? Noooo. That's so much, Keigo. I have some savings I can dip into.” You say as he pulls you into a hug.

“I got you into this mess. I am paying for everything. I wasn’t asking.” Keigo says as he runs his fingers through your locs.

“I’d rather stay at your place, that way you don’t have to pay for my living expenses. I’ll clean and cook in exchange.” You say looking up at him.

“You can sit on your ass the whole week for all I care. You deserve a break. You work so hard, Y/N. Let me do this for you, it’s the least I can do. If the company doesn’t want to show you your worth, let me show you it.” He pleads.

“You know what you’re so right…….fuck them!” You say as you go upstairs to find your purse. “I had the most recruitments last month and they wanna fire me just because of who I’m fucking? FUCK THEM!!! Let’s go to the hotel and get all my shit. You’re so right! I need to call Mira!!” You shout as you angrily call your best friend.

Keigo couldn’t help but smile. He’s relieved that you aren’t in pieces about this and that you know it’s just a load of corporate bullshit. He’d rather you be mad than upset.

“That’s my girl. I’ll wait down here. Gotta check some emails and make some calls. I’ll be ready whenever you are.” He shouts upstairs to you.

He sits down at his laptop and calls his publicist.

“Good Afternoon, Mr. President, how’s everything going?” She asks.

“We just got off the phone with Y/N’s employer. They’re putting her on an unpaid suspension while HR investigates.” He says while responding to emails.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. Give her my best regards.”

“Any updates on your end?”

“The public is creating serious allegations. We’ve scheduled you a televised PSA addressing them with several news media outlets in attendance. It will commence in two days from now. We will announce the PSA once you give us the greenlight.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Do you think the public will believe that Y/N is my girlfriend or do we have to stretch the truth a little?”

“Stretch the truth. The public might think she took hush money to play along so we have to really sell them on this relationship. You need to buy her a ring and say that she’s your fiancé.”

“Woooaahhh, as much as I would love that, I don’t know how she will feel about that. It’s only been a month.”

“You can make up any story you need to make it make sense, Mr.President. You’ve got two days. Brainstorm with Y/N.”

Keigo takes a deep breath and agrees to lie. He hates lying but yet again he has no choice. His phone starts vibrating during his phone call. He looks at it and sees that it’s Ochaco.

“I got another call. Call you later.” He says before swapping the calls. “Hello.”

“Hey Keigo, I was just calling to check on you. I saw the video...” She trails off.

“Did you? I’m so glad the camera got my good side.” He jokes, causing her to laugh. “I’m doing alright. This has just been a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“Let me know if this is prying but is that Y/N in the video with you?”

“You have great eyes, Urvavity. It is her. That was the day you and Ashido stopped by her hotel room. I was ‘Mister. Hottie’ or whatever Ashido said. We’ve been together for a month.” He admits.

“Ahh, that makes sense. I had a feeling you two were seeing each other but you both hid it well. I’m sorry this is being blown out of proportion. You deserve a happy ever after, Keigo. If it means anything, I will be a witness or speak at any conferences. Routing for both of you.” She says.

You come down stairs ready to go, hearing Keigo talking on the phone. You walk into the kitchen and kiss his cheek. You mouth the words, “Who is that?” He mouths the word, “Ochaco.” He puts the phone on speaker so you can hear and speak to her.

“I hope you’re not upset that I couldn't tell you, Ochaco.” You say as you wrap your arms around Keigo’s shoulders.

“Not at all, girl. I know your employers have some crazy rule in place so I get why you didn’t tell me. How have you been since the video leaked?”

You fill her in on everything: your one week suspension, the sexual assault allegations, and about them cutting your accommodations.

“That’s awful, Y/N. Just know I’ve got your back through this. I’ll hold it down at the organization since you’ll be busy, Keigo.” Ochaco says.

“That would be great. Don’t be afraid to call if you need anything.” Keigo reassures her.

“Will do! Same goes for you guys.”

He hangs up the phone and asks, “You ready to go?”

You nod your head yes and you head out to his car. During the drive you start thinking about your life and what the next steps are. If you lose your job, you’ll have to go back home. You’re still paying rent on your apartment there. What about Keigo? There’s no way he’d be able to move with you, he’s the president of the HPSC. Why stress about it when you know Keigo will say, “It’ll all work out. I promise.”

Once you get to the hotel, you collect your things and check out of the room. Keigo managed to not get recognized, just by putting on a hat and shades. During the drive back to his place, it seemed as if he wanted to tell you something. You place your hand on his thigh and say, “thank you for helping me get my stuff.”

“Anytime.” He says short. He’s clearly thinking intensely about something.

“Daijōbu desu ka?” You ask in the little Japanese you know.

He chuckles, thinking it’s cute you’re trying to learn more of his language. He lifts your hand from his thigh to his mouth, plantings small kisses on the back of your hand.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I’m just thinking. I spoke to my publicist while you were upstairs talking with Mira and she thinks we should each deliver a statement during a televised conference. She also thinks we should say that we’re engaged.”

“Why’s that?” You ask.

“Her concern is people could think you were paid to stay quiet and play along. She said she wants to avoid any more misperceptions and honestly, I agree with her.”

“That does make sense…” you trail off.

“But it’s only if you want to. I only care about your happiness.” He says kissing your hand while he steers.

You take a moment to think. It’s not a bad idea. You want your words to hold weight when you make your statement and it’s going to take more than a “it was a drunk night out” speech. How is he going to navigate through all these questions?

“How did we meet?” you question him.

“At the corporate event your employer held last year.”

He was right. He did attend that corporate event. He spoke with the CEO the entire night.

“How long have we been together?”

“8 months. We were long distance but I would come to visit for a few days every two months.”

That checks out too. Before you relocated to Japan, Keigo would visit your workplace every two months to talk business with the owners. You couldn’t believe how he fabricated such detailed lies that he could back up with ease. You get that he was a hero that did spy work often but you weren’t aware that he was this talented at it. Matter of fact, you just realized you barely knew anything about him. You knew surface level things: his favorite food, color, etc. But nothing deeper than that. Who is he and what exactly has he been through?

“Any more questions?” He says intertwining your fingers.

“No…” You answer, deep in thought.

Keigo furrows his brows and shoots you a look of confusion. He felt your energy shift completely and he knew something was off. Why did you get all cold with him all of a sudden?

“Daijōbu?” He asks as places his hand on your thigh.

“Just overwhelmed is all.” There was some truth in that lie.

I love a good cliffhanger 😭 Part 7 is starting off smutty! Hope you all are liking the series. 4 more chapters to go! Comments and notes are greatly appreciated!

Taglist: @beautifulsandwichcrown @beabamboo @seijuroww @zinflo [open]

FIND PARTS 1-5 HERE

Please don’t alter or steal my writings. ©️

Stone or Lavender (Part One)

Kungami x Fem!Reader Mini Series (mentions of Chigiri x fem!reader)

Warning: flirting, mostly fluff, adult themes || MDNI

Summary: You and your best friend are studying psychology abroad at a university in Japan. You cross paths with Kunigami, who saves you from getting hit by a soccer ball. He uses that as an excuse to ask you to hangout which you accept. He has such a gentle and kind demeanor unlike most jocks that you’ve met. But is that just a front?

Art: Pinterest (if you know the artist tag them!)

It was your second spring in Japan. Last year, you made the decision to study abroad and attend a university in Japan. The school happily accepted you considering that you had stellar grades and an extensive background in music. You had just finished practicing piano for the day. The sun was just beginning to set. You took your usual route home, passing the soccer field on the way. The players were out practicing as per usual.

“CHIGIRI, PASU (pass)!” A deep voice yells.

You keep walking, wanting to watch them play but too nervous they might say something to you. You stare down at your phone, texting your best friend.

“KIWOTSUKERO (Watch out)!” That same deep voice yells.

You look up and see a soccer ball coming straight at you. You froze and didn’t know what to do. Thankfully, one of the players ran in front of you in time and blocked you from getting hit.

“Anata wa kanojo ni hobo butsukatta (you almost hit her).” He says as he kicks the ball back to the magenta haired player.

His kick was so….powerful.

“Thank you for saving me…gomen’nasai… Watashi o sukutte kurete arigatō. Daijōbu desu ka? (sorry… Thank you for saving me. Are you okay?).” You say getting his attention.

He turns around and faces you. He was really cute. His ginger hair was sticking to his forehead due to him sweating. He towered over you even though you weren’t a short girl. He had to be around 6’2. He smiles at your comment and says, “Hurt from a weak kick like that? Nah, it’ll take a lot more than that. Are you okay?”

Oh, you love his confidence! And he’s bilingual like you! He knows you’re not from here just by looking at you. You nod your head yes and say, “Right!”

He notices you holding a binder with music notes all over it and points at it in your hands. “I always see you carrying that binder. What instrument do you play?”

‘Always see me? Has he noticed me before?’ You think.

“Piano and I sing.” You answer confidently.

“You must be good. You answered so confidently. I’d love to hear you.” He states.

“As a thank you for saving me, I’ll play you for you anytime.” You tease.

“How about tomorrow? I’m free from practice.” He asks.

“Sure, you can meet me in front of the music building at 4pm.” You say as you hug on your binder.

“I’ll be there. I’m Kunigami, by the way. Kunigami Rensuke. What’s your name?” He asks, playing it cool.

“L/N, F/N. Nice to meet you.” You say.

“Nice to meet you too. I’d ask to exchange contact information but I don’t have my phone on me so I'll get it from you tomorrow, kay?” He says looking down at you.

“I look forward to it.” You say.

“Me too, see you then.” As he runs back on the field, you take notice of his jersey number, 9.

You continue your walk, trying to hide your smile as you walk past him and the rest of his team mates. Once the coast is clear, you call your best friend. You met her through a chatroom, during your freshman year of highschool. Her username was kittybabez and yours was memeow. You two bonded over manga, food, and your love for cats. Because of the usernames, you call her Kat and she calls you Mimi. Since you lived across the world from Kat, you had never met her person until you two got accepted to study abroad in Japan. Your relationship grew stronger once you moved in together. Kat was a couple inches shorter than you and wore her hair in braids most of the time. You both were psychology majors, however you specialized in music therapy.

“Hey love, are you on the way home?” Kat says as she answers the phone.

“Yes, I am. You will not believe what just happened to me, Oh my God!” You say out of sheer excitement.

“I’m listening…”

“A soccer player just saved me from a ball hitting me!! He asked me if I was okay and I was like ‘yea’, and I asked if he was okay…which was stupid because… duh he plays soccer… I’m sure he gets hit all the time…. anyway, he was like ‘a weak kick like that!? Nahhh, it’ll take a lot more to hurt me.’ I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU HOW HE KICKED THE BALL BACK!! HE'S SO STRONG!!! Okay, okay…the moral of the story is that he wants to watch me play piano tomorrow after classes AND he said he wants my contact info tomorrow.” You ramble.

“GIIIIRRRLLLL, what’s the number on his jersey? I’m looking him up on the uni website. I have to see what he looks like.” She says, laptop ready to go.

“Number 9. His name is Kunigami.” You say.

You hear her typing on the other end of the phone until she goes, “Mimi, he’s your type. DON’T suck his dick in the practice room.” She jokes.

“Remind me to never tell you anything ever again.” You say with a straight face.

Kat bursts out laughing and says, “Hurry up and come home so we can have dinner!!!”

“I’m almost there! Be there in 5!” You say as you hang up the phone.

You spend the rest of your walk thinking about how tomorrow will go. You never thought you’d be into the jock type but Kunigami was different. Obviously, you don’t know this man but he had a gentle demeanor about him. You couldn’t wait to talk to him again and learn more about him. Once you get home, you take off your shoes at the door and say, “I’m home.”

“About time. We have to address the elephant in the room. What are you wearing when you see Kunigami?” She says coming out of her room.

“Do you think I should go preppy or casual? I want to be authentic and not get all dressed up for the first hang out.” You say setting your bag down on the couch.

“Then wear what you usually wear. I think you should show your legs though. If he plays football, he’s probably got a thing for nice legs and you got ‘em.” She says.

You gasp and let out a, “Oh my god!”

“WHAT!” She jumps.

“I called it soccer, not football.” You whine. You didn’t realize that you said neither to him actually.

Your friend rolls her eyes and laughs.

“I’m sure he clocked that you’re American just by talking to you. Don’t sweat it! Let’s go pick out this outfit.” Your friend says as she drags you to your room.

************************NextDay*********************

“Behave yourself, Mimi. You hear me?” Kat says as she fixes the silver clips in your locs.

You ultimately decided to wear a white sweater that hugs your figure and falls slightly off your shoulder. You paired that with a pleated grey miniskirt skirt and Doc Martin boots.

You roll your eyes as you groan the words, “I hear you...”

“Your ass is not listening.” She laughs as she finishes primping you. “He should be here soon. Nervous?”

“Kinda, but I'm more excited. It’s the same feeling I get before a performance.” You admit.

In the distance, you see Kunigami and a magenta haired guy with him. You tap Kat’s shoulder and nod in their direction. She raises her eyebrows and whispers, “Did he bring a team mate?”

“Looks like it.” You whisper back.

Once they get close enough, you turn in their direction and wave.

“Y/N.” Kunigami says as he walks up to us.

“Hey, hero! Glad you could make it. This is my friend, [name], but I call her Kat.” She waves and makes eye contact with Kunigami’s friend.

You and Kunigami both notice they’ve locked eyes.

“Nice to meet you. This is Hyoma Chigiri, one of my teammates.” Kunigami says.

“You can call me Chigiri.” He states.

“I brought him here to apologize to you. He’s the one who kicked the ball that almost hit you.” Kunigami says while giving death eyes to him.

“Keyword, ALMOST.” Chigiri says.

Kat giggles a bit, not expecting thin to be so sassy. He folds his arms and tosses his hair out of his face.

“Princess…” Kunigami threatens.

“My baaaddd.” He sings a half ass apology.

“All good, Chigiri.” You respond.

“Wellll, I’m gonna get going! I have some studying to do. Nice meeting you both.” Kat says while looking up at Chigiri.

He looks at her and says, “Are you going to the library because I was headed there.”

“Yea, you wanna join me?” Kat says with a smile on her face.

“Sure.” He answers softly.

And just like that, we set our friends up. Once we went our separate ways, you took Kunigami into the music building. Musicians were looking him up and down, confused why a jock was in here. Kunigami didn’t care one bit, he was too focused on you.

“Have you ever been inside the music building?” You ask.

“No, I haven’t.” He responds

“It’s really nice, I’ll have to give a tour sometime. When there’s less people. I’d hate to interrupt someone’s rehearsal.” You say as you hold your student ID up to the door to unlock it.

You walk into the practice room with Kunigami. It’s a tight space. Just enough room for an upright piano, piano bench, and a music stand.

“Damn, this room doesn’t have an extra chair but the piano bench is long. You’ll have to sit next to me while I play.” You say as you set your tote bag down.

“I wanna watch you first. Go on, serenade me.” He says leaning against the upright piano.

“What emotion do you want to feel?” You ask as you massage your hands.

“What?” He’s confused.

“What emotion do you want to feel?” You ask again.

Kunigami thinks for a moment as says, “A rush..of some sort?”

You nod your head and gently place your hands on the keys. At that moment, Kunigami started to feel something intense from you. Your energy completely changed.

“This is Libertango by Astor Piazolla.” You say.

You started off loud, playing arpeggios down the entire piano. This intrigued Kunigami, triggering goosebumps on his arm. The left hand held the rhythm while the right hand played chords, building up intensity. You looked up at him for a moment, and smiled. Fast staccato notes come from your right hand. Kunigami's eyes grew wide as he realized just how fast your hands were moving. This speed reminded him of Chigiri. Kunigami swore there wasn’t a key you didn’t touch. You stop… and come back with both hands playing on the higher end of the piano. Kunigami had never seen anyone play this impressively. You were making him feel emotions only a match would make him feel. Eventually, both hands travel down to the bass clef, playing deeper notes. He felt you struck the keys with the same amount of force one of his kicks took. You stop again, teasing Kunigami. You smile at him and start playing the same melody, but faster. He raised his brows out of shock. You had successfully convinced this man that you and him are cut from the same cloth. You ended the piece with a glissando and a crash of a chord.

“How was that?” you ask.

Kunigami started clapping and nodding his head. You stand up and curtsey, holding the hem of your pleated mini skirt in your fingers.

“Beautiful and talented. I haven’t heard anything like that before. I mean, I listen to music but that made me feel so…much.” He said.

You cover your face to hide the fact that he made you blush. He was so gentle when he spoke to you, it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you. Now I have to come to one of your games so I can see your genius.” You say sitting back down in front of the piano.

Kunigami wastes no time and says, “It’s two weeks from today.” He slides his phone out his back pocket and sits down next to you on the piano bench. “Let me send you the details. Get your phone.”

You lean over, grabbing your phone out of your tote bag. You two trade contact information and he texts you the details for the game.

“You put a music note next to your name, how cute.” He says as he stares at his phone. He slides his phone in his back pocket and looks at you.

You two start talking to each other while you softly play scales to warm up. You find out he’s in school for sports management and that he has two sisters. That explains his soft side. He claims he knows ‘how the feminine mind works’ because of them. That statement alone made you belly laugh. He retracted his statement once he realized he’s talking to a psychology major.

“Okay, maybe I don’t know how EVERY feminine mind works.” He chuckles.

“You should have been a psychology major, Kunigami. You’re the next Sigmund Freud, thanks to your sisters.” You tease him.

“What can I say, I’m a versatile guy.” He says with a laugh.

You shake your head and continue playing your scales. Kunigami starts watching your hands, impressed with how agile you are even during warmups.

“You wanna learn how to play?” You ask.

He looked startled by your question. He rubs the back of his neck as he says, “I’ll try for you. Just to see what your world is like.”

You blush again, playing with the hem of your skirt. “It’s not too difficult, I swear. Hold up your hand.”

He does as you say while facing towards you.

“In piano, your fingers have numbers.” You take your pointer finger and trace the palm side of his thumb. “Thumb is always one.” His hands are huge…. You trace his pointer finger. “Number 2.” Rough but soft to the touch…. You trace his middle finger. “Number 3.” I wonder what his touch feels like…. You trace his ring finger. “Number 4.” His fingers would feel really nice inside… You trace his pinky. “And number 5.”

You thought you were safe from these intrusive thoughts. A piano lesson shouldn’t be sexual but here you are doing exactly that. You couldn’t help yourself. You’ve never attracted a jock let alone been attracted to one.

“A-and the other hand?” He says sheepishly.

“It's the same thing.” You say, turning towards the piano.

You press your legs together tightly, hoping that would alleviate the throbbing between them. You weren’t the only one turned on right now. The truth is, Kunigami was turned on the minute you started playing for him. He was struggling just as much as you were.

“Pretend like you're holding a baseball.” You say as you demonstrate. He copies you. “Now turn your hand upside down and place your finger tips on white keys.” He places his left hand randomly on the piano and you clap for him.

“This feels insane. What do I do now?” He says looking at you.

“Try playing 1,2,3,4,5.” You say.

He played all of his notes fortissimo, way too much force. He was in fact very heavy handed, which caused you to jump from the sudden burst of sound. He notices and stops.

“Too loud?” he says with a nervous smile.

“Alittle, be light on your fingertips. Kinda like how when you dribble a soccer ball, you’re agile, right?” You place your hand on top of his and press down to show him how much pressure.

Kunigami started to blush. You were touching him and talking about soccer, he was in heaven. He was trying to be respectable but the way you touched him like he was delicate, paired with the sweet scent that lingers around you… just being this close was all one big tease for Kunigami. It takes alot for him to lose his chill normally, but you were testing that theory.

“Yea, you have to be… Can I ask you a question?” He blurts out.

“Of course.” You say turning towards him.

“What did you call me when you first saw me today?” His voice dropped into a low hum.

“Hero.” The word slides off your tongue, practically music to Kunigami’s ears. “Because you saved me from the ball,” You felt yourself leaning towards him. “Which I never got to properly thank you for.” You plant your lips gently on his cheek, causing the both of you to blush.

You pulled your head back, your faces still inches apart. You can already hear Kat’s voice in your head, telling you to behave. You’re really trying to…but he’s so cute. The way he’s a blushing mess just because you're close to him. How can such a big guy be so adorable?

“You're welcome.” He says as his eyes dart to your lips.

Your lips were slowly gravitating towards each other until your phone alarm went off, ruining the moment completely. You silence the alarm. You had forgotten that you set it to remind you when you have 30 minutes left in the practice space.

“Time’s almost up?” He asks.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” You reply.

“I should let you practice. I’ve been quite the distraction.” He chuckles as he gets up.

“You could say that but I had fun…” you trail off.

You wanted to invite him out tonight. You and Kat were planning on going to an underground boiler room set. If she and Chigiri hung out at the library, you know she invited him.

“Kon’ya wa aitemasu ka? (Are you available tonight?)” you ask him.

He smiles as you speak in his language .

“Hai…” he responds.

“Dewa, kon’ya oai shimasho? (So I’ll see you tonight?)”

He scoffs and smirks at your comment. You want to see just how bad he wants to see you.

“I want to see you again so no need to be obscure about plans. Text me the details and I’ll be there. Now practice.” He says as he throws his backpack on his shoulder.

“Yes, sir!” You say saluting him.

He laughs and leaves the room. You’re smiling ear to ear, knowing that he likes you just as much as you like him.

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This is chapter one of my Kunigami mini series. Wanted to keep it fluff for this chapter. Expect more adult themes, sexual tension, and smut for chapter 2! You all know how I do things around here LOL

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In The Middle - Part Two

GeGo x Reader Mini Series

Warnings: flirting, smut, rough sex, threesome || MDNI !! Find part one here!

Art: found on Pinterest but the tag says @/suhmizu or @/sukmizu

Geto: the doors unlocked. Just come in when you get here. 

Your stomach was in knots as you read the text on the train to Geto’s place. You picked a cute outfit, something casual but good enough to go out in, if needed. You wore a thin cream colored knit sweater that was practically see through. You paired it with a vintage Viviane Westwood plaid mini skirt and Doc Martin boots. Once you get off the train, you text Geto back. 

You: heard.

During the walk to his place, you tell yourself that nothing is going to happen between you and Geto. You repeated it a hundred times in your head like it was a mantra. Once you made it to his apartment, you checked your appearance in your phone before walking in. 

“Getooo, I’m here.” You sing as you take your shoes off at his front door. 

You were speechless once you saw him. He was freshly out of the shower, shirtless and wearing sweatpants that outlined his dick perfectly. His clothes are typically baggy so seeing him shirtless felt like a privilege. 

“You got here quickly. How was the commute?” He says nonchalantly. 

“Fine, it was fine.” You look everywhere else to avoid looking at him. 

He laughs and says, “I definitely thought I’d have more time to dry off after my shower. I can put on a shirt if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, it doesn't bother me. This is your home! If you want to be shirtless, be shirtless. I really don’t mind.” You interject. You just didn’t want the view to end so soon and you had a feeling Geto could sense that too. 

He pushes his wet hair behind his ears and says, “If you insist. Can I get you something to drink before we start?” 

“Yea, any tea is fine.” You say awkwardly standing at the front door. 

Geto walks over to you with his signature closed mouth smile plastered on his face. He puts both his hands on your shoulders, bending down to be eye level with you. “Make yourself at home. I’m not gonna bite.” His voice was soft like silk. 

You take a deep breath and nervously smile back at him. “Do I seem nervous?” 

“Yea,” he walks behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. “And tense. It’s cute that you’re nervous. Never thought I’d make you feel this way.” 

Just the thought of being in Geto’s apartment had you wet but him touching and talking to you like this had you soaked. You went in really optimistic, thinking you weren’t going to engage in any sexual activities. That was the goal, at least. You, unfortunately, were about to fold within the first 5 minutes of you being at his house. 

“Make yourself at home okay? I’ll go make tea.” He says as he places his hand on the small of your back. He lightly pushes you towards the couch so you’ll sit down. 

You nod your head and smile. Once he walks to the kitchen, you quickly whip out your phone and text Shoko and Utahime. 

You: GETO IS TRYING TO FUCK ME!!!!!! 

Shoko: We told you this.

Hime: are you gonna fuck him? 

You: lowkey I want to… but we need to start this fucking project 😭

Hime: I’ll try to keep Gojo here so you two can have privacy. No promises though, he stays pissing me off. 

You: thank you for your service 🫡

“I hope you like Jasmine tea.” He says walking out the kitchen with a tea set. He sets it down on the table and sits down on the ground. You slide off the couch to join him on the floor. He smirks.

“Thanks. Let’s get started on this project.” You say. 

You two start brainstorming concepts, cracking jokes and flirting in between. An hour passes by, and you two finally develop a concept. You were even able to get a couple slides of the Powerpoint done.

“I think it’s time for a break. That was a productive hour.” Geto says as he gets up from the floor. 

“Yea it was.” You say as you stretch. 

“I’m gonna go check the mail, a package got delivered.” He puts on a baggy shirt. “Try not to miss me.”

You scoff and roll your eyes at his comment. He laughs and heads out the door. You go through your bag, and find your perfume. You spray a little bit behind your ears and on your wrists. You get up and check yourself out in the full body mirror they had standing in their living room. Making sure that you looked irresistible. You quickly sat back down as the door swung open. 

“Honey, I’m ho- oh?” Gojo says as you two make eye contact. 

“Honey?” You giggle. 

“Not you, honey. Suguru, honey. Didn’t expect to see you here alone. Where did he head off to?” Gojo asks as he takes his shoes off at the door. 

“He went to check the mail.” You say as you stand up. 

Gojo eyes you up and down, taking in every detail. You got a little shy with how intensely he was staring. 

“Cute skirt. Did you wear it for me or Suguru?” He asks while flashing his dazzling white teeth. 

That turned you on. Fuck man, he’s too good with his words. 

“Last time I checked, you were supposed to be at Utahime’s.” You interject. 

“Ah, so you put it on with Suguru in mind and I’m lucky to get to see you in it. Glad I came home.” He walks over to his room. 

You’ve had enough of this.

“Why do you keep saying things like that? Teasing me about Geto specifically. Are you a cuck? Do you want to watch us fuck or something?” You say from the living room. 

He walks back out from his room with a big smile on his face and in more comfortable clothes… meaning he was shirtless and in sweats. You could see his happy trail that matched the white hair on his head. You immediately get choked up and try to keep your composure. Once again, being met with temptation. 

“That would be pretty hot.” He says walking towards you. “I don’t think I’d have enough self control to just watch though..” 

Your fingers start to play with the pleats on your skirt as the intrusive thoughts start flooding in. You imagine Geto railing you while Gojo shoves his dick down your throat, both of them moaning your name. You swiftly push your legs together as you stand there in shock. Gojo laughs and says, “Does that answer your question?” 

The front door swings open and in walks Geto. 

“Satoru, you’re home.” Geto looks at you and notices how flustered you appeared. He looks back at Gojo and says, “Satoruuu, what did you say?” 

“What? I didn’t say anything.” He lies. 

You look at Geto and your heart starts racing. You needed a second to get yourself together. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Where is it?” You ask. 

Both boys point you in the right direction. You walk to the bathroom and shut the door. You run your hands through your thick hair and start pacing back and forth. You wrap your hands around your throat, pretending to choke yourself. You’re having a silent full blown freak out. You take a couple deep breaths and think to yourself, ‘Everything is good. Everything is fine. If you end up in a threesome, you end up a threesome. Don't let your nerves get the best of you. You have to play it cool.’ 

Once you talk yourself down, you walk out of the bathroom to witness the hottest shit you've ever seen. Your lips slowly parted as you saw Geto and Gojo making out on the couch. Hands all over each other, tongues caressing one another, you couldn’t look away. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself but you just watched until they noticed you. 

“We were waiting for you, Y/N.” Geto says. They scoot over slightly, making room in between them. 

“Come sit here. In the middle.” Gojo says in a seductively low voice. 

You felt like prey that had finally been caught by the predator. You sauntered over to the couch not saying a word. You slowly sit in between them, tightly closing your legs. They both were facing you but you couldn’t make eye contact with either of them. 

“Have you ever had a threesome?” Geto softly asks. 

You swallow the saliva that was building up in your mouth and say, “No, not yet.”

Both men smirk at your response. 

“Do you want to have a threesome right now?” Gojo asks. 

“Y-yes.” You stutter. 

You still weren’t looking at them but you knew they both had devilish smiles plastered on their faces. Without any hesitation, Geto uses his fingers to guide your face to look at him. 

“We’re gonna make you feel so good.” He says in a low voice while staring at your lips. 

He gently kisses your lips a few times, as if he was teasing you. He decides to deepen the kiss, gently caressing his tongue against yours. His hands find their way under your sweater, fondling your breasts. You feel Gojo’s hot breath fanning on your neck while his hands make their way in between your thighs. You moan into Geto’s mouth as Gojo licks and bites on your neck. You loved the attention you were getting but didn’t want to leave the boys hanging. You place your hand on their crotches, palming their hard members through their sweatpants. Both of them moan from the sudden contact. 

“We should take her clothes off.” Geto moans as he starts kissing on your neck.  

Gojo steals your attention, using his fingers to turn your face towards him. He pulls you into a passionate kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat. He was a bit rougher than Geto was when it came to kissing. He starts to fondle your breasts while Geto tries to unzip your skirt. 

“Yea, we should or she could strip for us?” Gojo suggests breaking the kiss.

Your eyes immediately get big at Gojo’s suggestion but you’re not one to back down from a challenge. You stand up in front of the boys and turn around. You hook your fingers on the side of your panties and slowly slide them down your legs, revealing a peak of your most sensitive  parts to them.

“Oh fuck.” They say in unison.

You throw your panties at Gojo’s face causing Geto to laugh. 

“You’re not getting these back.” Gojo says with a smirk on his face. 

“Keep ‘em.” you say as you take your sweater off leaving you in a bra and mini skirt. “Who wants to unhook my bra for me?” You ask.

Geto raises his hand faster than humanly possible. You giggle as you take a seat on his lap. His boner pressed against your slick through his sweatpants. He unbuckled your bra and threw it behind the couch. He grabbed both your tits, placing your nipples in between his thumb and pointer finger. He let out little moans as you started to grind against his hard on. You both were teasing the fuck out of each other and Gojo couldn’t take his eyes off of either of you.

“You two look so hot.” He moaned as he whips out his dick and starts stroking it slowly.

You hum in delight once you see what Gojo was packing and you couldn’t wait to see Getos. You crawl to the middle of the couch again, staying on your hands and knees. You arch your back, sticking your ass in the air and laying your head on Gojo’s lap. The boys took full advantage and got to work. Geto takes one long lick between your folds causing you to gasp while you stroked Gojo’s dick. 

“You taste so sweet, Y/N. Gojo, you’d love it.” He says right before he starts really eating you out from the back. 

You couldn’t help but to moan as Geto sucked on your clit. He made it so hard to focus on Gojo because he was giving you the best head you’ve ever gotten. He was messily eating you out as if he was starving and you were a meal he had been craving.

“Ah! Fuuuck, Geto!” You moaned as you tried to get it together for Gojo. 

“Awh, you can’t even think the way Geto has you right now. Let me help you, baby. Open your mouth.” Gojo says as he grabs his dick. 

You do as he says. He puts his veiny dick down your throat, muffling all your moans. He starts to buck his hips slowly, fucking your face.

“Ahhh, that's a good girl, Y/N.” Gojo moans as he slips in and out of your throat. 

Geto licks his fingers and slides two into you. He wanted to watch you please Gojo. You notice him looking and decide to show off. You start deep throating Gojo making him moan your name. He gathers your hair and holds it in a ponytail as you lick and suck his dick, giving him the sloppiest head. Gojo couldn’t hold back any moans as your plump lips went up and down his cock. Geto pulls his fingers out of you and finally takes his dick out.

“I should stop before I make you cum.” You say looking Gojo in the eyes while you sit up.

Gojo nods his head and tries to catch his breath. You turn your attention to Geto as he starts stroking his dick. You smirk at him and say, “I have to return the favor.” 

Before you knew it, you were in the same position again but this time, Gojo eating you out from the back and Geto fucking your face. He had a tighter grip on your hair than Gojo did and every thrust was hitting the back of your throat. Gojo was having a field day in between your legs. He did in fact love the taste of you. 

“Such a pretty girl with a dirty little mouth, huh?” Geto moans under his breath as he fucks into your face. He thrusts a few more times before he pulls out. 

Gojo notices and lifts his head from your slick and says, “Yea she almost made you cum didn’t she? See, I’m not weak, she’s just good.”

You chuckle as you get up and pull your skirt off. The boys take that as a sign and remove their clothes as well. Geto stood behind while Gojo was in front of you. 

“So who gets the honor to fuck you first?” Gojo interjects.

“Geto, of course. You said you wanted to watch right?” You say as you get back on the couch on your hands and knees. 

Gojo does just that. He sits back on the couch and starts fisitng his dick slowly, teasing himself as he watches Geto rub the tip of his dick at your entrance. Gojo caresses your face with his free hand, sticking his thumb between your lips. You didn’t question his actions; you play along, circling your tongue around his thumb. 

“Think you’ll be able to take it?” Gojo asks. 

“This isn’t my first- Hah!” You jump as Geto slowly pushes into you. Gojo couldn’t help but smirk as he watched both of your faces contorted in pleasure from one another. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his girthy dick stretch you out in the best way.

“You’re stretching me the fuck out!” You whine as you adjust around his size. 

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Geto moans. “But, I know you can take it.” He talks you through it as he slowly starts to thrust into you. 

You grip onto the couch cushion to stabilize yourself as Geto picks up the pace. The moans you were letting out were loud and throaty. It really felt like Geto was in your stomach. 

“Stay right here, baby. Where you going?” Geto moans as he grabs your hips to stop you from running.

Gojo was taking in every detail: watching your pretty face react to Geto, hearing how wet you sound, seeing how Geto’s muscles flex when he rails into you. He loved the chemistry between you two but as he said earlier, he doesn’t have the self control to just watch. 

“She’s got two other holes, Satoru.” Geto says in between thrusts. You nod your head and keep moaning, unable to talk. 

“I was just thinking that.” Gojo says with a sly smirk as he puts his dick near your mouth. You look at Geto with pleading eyes, not sure if you can take both of them. 

“We’ll be gentle. Let’s start with your mouth.” Gojo says, slapping his hard dick against your cheek. You looked up at him with parted lips, practically begging him to put it in. 

He caresses your jaw and slides his hard member to the back of your throat. He throws his head back, feeling how wet and warm your mouth is again. 

“Look at her taking two cocks.” Gojo moans while making eye contact with Geto. 

“You like it, Y/N? You like having my best friends cock in your mouth while I fuck you?” Geto says as he smacks your ass.

Seeing you like this was a vision for them.They were fucking you senseless and you didn’t know if you could go much longer. Geto starts cursing under his breath every time he feels your walls pulsate around him. He was just as close as you were. The vibration of your muffled moans we’re getting to Gojo. He was close too. 

“Right there.!” Gojo moans as you deep throat him. 

His dick starts twitching in the back of your throat. He quickly pulls out of your mouth and starts cumming all over your face. His glottal moans filled the room, pushing you and Geto even closer your orgasms. Geto starts kissing on your back as his thrusts start getting sloppy but deep. The tip of his dick kept pushing into your g spot, sending you straight into bliss.

“Mmm! I’m cumming, Fuuuck!” You whine in a high pitched voice. 

“Ughhh, shit!” Geto groans as he pulls out and starts stroking his dick. 

 Thick ropes of Geto’s cum cover your back as Gojo whispers sweet nothings to the both of you, guiding you through what felt like the craziest orgasm. You were seeing stars and practically incoherent. Your hands and knees give out, forcing you to lay flat on your stomach.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Geto says while putting back on his sweatpants. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

Both the boys leave and come back with wet washcloths to clean you up. Gojo wiped your back while Geto wiped your face. 

“I’m excited for the next round. I bet your pussy feels great.” Gojo insinuates as he squeezes your butt.

“It does feel really good, but give the girl a break, Satoru. It was her first threesome.” Geto says.

“Eventually, I’d like to try DP but that’s something I have to work up to…. both of you are pretty big.” You say in a soft voice.

Both the boys get giddy about your answer and realize that this was the best spontaneous decision they ever made.

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This was my first time writing a threesome so I hope you all liked it!! I may continue this series due to popularity but I am still deciding! Comments are always greatly appreciated!

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See you later, Mr. President (Part 5)

Hawks x FemReader! mini series

FIND PARTS 1-4 HERE

Warnings: adult themes, smut, anxiety, accusations of sexual assault, creampie || MDNI

Art: Pinterest! (If you know the artist please tag them! )

“The media is taking this story and running with it, Mr.President. You’ll need to make an announcement addressing it.” Keigo’s publicist said over the phone.

“Will I need to reveal the identity of the woman in the video?” Kiego says sternly.

“Possibly… we can try to avoid it since in the video you can’t really see her face but it is very obvious that she’s not from here. The internet might find her on their own. Who is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“It’s Y/N. She works with the company that wants to do business with the HPSC. We’ve been secretly going out for a month. Her company told her that she is not to get involved with anyone who works at the HPSC. I'm afraid she’s going to lose her job because of this.” Keigo explains.

“I remember meeting her in the office a few times. She’s very sweet and it’s sad that her company would fire her over this. Ultimately, we need to see how the public reacts to this and what it does to your public image. People might love it since it plays into your old reputation before the war or it could be perceived in a different light…a negative one. I’ll write up something for you to say but I know you will end up saying whatever comes to you at the moment.”

He lets out an agitated sigh and says, “This is such a load of crap but it is what it is. Thank you. Sorry for bringing you into this mess.”

“It’s my job, Mr. President. Try not to worry too much?”

“I don’t give a fuck about what the public thinks. I wouldn’t even respond to this if she wasn’t involved. I’m terrified to know what Y/N will say.” He says nervously.

“It’ll be okay. Keep me updated, sir.” She says as she hangs up the phone.

Keigo walks over to the bathroom that you’re in and knocks on the door. He figured that your phone call was about the video too. He just wanted to confront the situation head on.

“Y/N, Can you open the door?” He says while pressed up against the door.

Keigo knew that you couldn’t have been taking this well. He felt terrible knowing that he’s the reason this is happening to you. You open the door with your phone pressed against your ear. You look at him. Your eyes were glossy from the tears you’re trying to hold back. Your face was honestly a mix of emotions. You looked pissed but your eyes showed sorrow. All Keigo knew was that he needed to fix all of this.

“I have to go, Mira. I need to talk to Keigo so we can figure this out.” You say into the phone. You hang up and give him your undivided attention. You press your lips together and cross arms, waiting for him to say something.

“I am so deeply sorry. You have every right to be upset. I don’t know what I was thinking, acting like that in a public setting and I know better. I was the number two hero of Japan and I didn’t think to check for fucking cameras?” He says with his hand resting on the back of his neck. “I will do everything in my power to make sure we can fix this. Remember what I told you? I’m an optimistic guy. I will fix this.” He declares.

You want to be angry at him but his words just make tears form in your eyes. You press your lips together as they start to quiver. Keigo notices and starts to say, “No, nooooo, don’t cry, baby.”

Too late. The tears come streaming down your face as he pulls you into a hug. You couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“It’s not completely your fault. This was a mutual decision. Just knowing you have my back helps with the anxiety.” You spoke softly through your tears.

“I will take the blame for everything. We will see how everything unravels tomorrow.” He says while rubbing your back. “But for now, we should finish our dinner.”

You can tell Keigo’s demeanor is slightly off. You rub your thumb over the scar that’s placed on his jaw. You were being soft with him, egging him on to tell you how he really felt, with your touch. He looked at you with such serious eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you over this.” He blurts out. “I am so unbelievably into you that I will shoulder this burden for you. My only goal is to make sure you’re happy with the outcome and if you aren’t, I’ll do whatever I can until you are.”

His words carried weight. Everything he said, he truly meant it. You were worried about the outcome but now you’re starting to believe him when he says he will handle it. Hearing those words lit a fire in you. You grab him by his face and pull him into a passionate kiss. He seems a bit surprised but he’s happy you're not upset.

“You won’t get rid of me that easily.” You say as you pull away from the kiss. “Let’s continue our dinner. You put a lot of thought and effort into tonight and it shouldn’t go to waste.”

You grab your phone and turn it off. He does the same. You smile at him as you both sit back down and continue your at home yakiniku. You reach for the wine bottle he had set out earlier and fill your cup.

“Have you ever been through something like this?” You say with a slight giggle.

“Hmm, I’ve been stabbed, shot, held hostage, kidnapped, been a part of publicity stunts, but I’ve never had a border line sex tape leak. That’s a new one for me. What about you?” He says nonchalantly.

“I haven’t been through any of that. What the fuck, haha.” You burst out laughing.

He starts to laugh with you realizing that the tape is not the craziest thing that’s happened to him. “What is one of the craziest things you’ve been through then?” He asks.

You think while taking a sip of wine. The thought comes to you and you say, “Okay, I emergency landed a full plane using my quirk.”

Keigo’s jaw drops as he realizes what you just said.

“What the actual fuck, hahaha. For someone who isn't a hero that’s a big fucking deal. Your quirk has to be more than just a high IQ, Y/N. What’s your real quirk?” He says while taking a bite.

“Fiiinnee.” You whine. “If I read a manual or instructions, I can do that said thing proficiently.” You admit.

“Ooohh, so you read the plane’s manual and you were able to land it.” You nod your head to his statement as you take another big sip of wine. “That must have had your adrenaline pumping.”

“Yea, it was crazy. I don’t know what took over me. I didn’t want anyone to die and then I thought to myself ‘Fuuuck, I’m gonna die if I don’t do something’ so I just got over myself and did it.” You said. You and Keigo started laughing, realizing that you were getting tipsy.

He finally felt that he was seeing the real you. You were so goofy and your sense of humor was unmatched. The way you’d talk with your hands when you got excited about something, or the way your laugh filled a room. He was falling for you, hard. By the time you two finished dinner, it was 3 in the morning. You managed to help him clean his kitchen even though you both were pretty drunk.

“Now that the kitchen is clean, I should probably head home.” You say as you dry the last dish.

Keigo bursts out laughing and says, “It’s 3 in the morning, you're not going anywhere. I have a guest bedroom and clothes you can wear.”

You were hoping he’d offer you to stay but you weren’t sleeping in a guest bedroom. You got up and hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his chiseled torso.

“Couldn’t I just sleep with you?” You say softly with your face pressed against his upper back.

He blushes at how forward you’re being with him. He loves it considering he usually makes the first move.

“Y-yea, you can sleep with me.” He stumbles over his words.

You started to rub on his torso, getting dangerously close to the bulge in his pants. He watched as you slowly began unbuttoning his pants. You took your time, wanting to tease him since you two often had quickies. You held your hand up his mouth and told him to spit. He does as you say almost immediately, knowing what your plan is. You kissed the back of his neck as you pulled out his dick and started stroking his hard on.

“Mmnnhh, Y/N. Yeaa, just like that.” He moans as he throws his head back. His eyes met with the back of his skull as you kissed and licked the outer shell of his ear.

“I love watching you squirm.” You whisper.

He moans and squirms as a response to your comment. You couldn’t help but leave hickeys on the side of his neck. You know, just like he did the first night you two shared together. The way your name kept spilling out of his mouth, you knew he was close. He places his hand on your wrist and stops you. Before you could even process what was happening, he turned around and placed his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you towards him. You shared the same breath as you looked into each other's eyes.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” He added in a low hum as he caressed your face.

He hikes up your skirt and picks you up by thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist while you hold onto him. You start to giggle as you two drunkenly head to his bedroom. He lays you down on his king sized bed, staying on top of you. It only took a matter of seconds before your skirt was balled up on the floor and your clit between his lips. His gaze was locked on you as he dragged his tongue through your slick.

“Keigo, fuck.” You whine as you push his face into your wetness.

He groans as if he was feeling your pleasure. He pushes your legs up to your ears as he buries his face deeper into your folds. You hold your legs in place allowing him to focus fully on you. He slides two fingers in as he continues sucking on your clit. Your small whimpers grew into long moans and curse words. Within a matter of minutes, he had you nearing your first orgasm of the night.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He moans into you.

You start panting as you cum, legs up by your ears and shaking. You scream his name as you cover his face in your juices. He continues dragging his tongue up and down your slick as you ride out your orgasm. By the time you come down from your high, he’s already undressed and rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance.

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this.” He moans. He furrows his brows once he realizes you still had your top on. “Take your fucking tits out.” He demands.

You bite your lip and do as he says, leaving you in just the jewelry you had on. He slides into you slowly, watching as your face contorts due to him stretching you out.

“Oh my god, you feel me in there baby?” He says as he slowly starts moving his hips.

You nod your head and say, “Mhmmm, you feel soooo good.”

He smiles at your response and picks up the pace. He props your legs onto his shoulders causing him to hit deeper into you. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his abs flex as his hips snapped towards yours at an alarming rate. He always fucked you good but he was being nasty tonight. He turns his head and licks up your calf, his lips ending up around your toes.

“Ah! I love when you get like this.” Your words come out in between moans which fuels his arousal.

He leans forward, placing his hands on your waist as he fucks into you. Each thrust causes your tits to bounce in the moonlight. You desperately grip on to the sheets under you as he drills into you. He couldn't help but to smile once he heard you cry out. Your walls clenched around his dick as he pushed into your g-spot for a second time.

“You like that baby? Did I find your sweet spot?” He obviously knew the answer to that question but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Y-yes, fuck. right there!” You whine as you feel him pushing you towards your second orgasm of the night. At this point, you were seeing stars. The tight knot that’s been building up in your stomach was coming undone. Keigo thrusts only got deeper and harder as you came on him. He was trying his best not to cum but the feeling of your walls pulsating around him along with you talking him through it pushed him there. The little remarks you made about being filled with his cum also had a hand to play in his orgasm. Whenever you asked for it, he had to give it to you. How could he resist?

“Filled to the fucking brim.” He says as he pulls out of you, watching his cum spill out of you. He leans down and kisses your forehead before he walks over to his bathroom. When he comes back, he cleans you up and puts one of his old t-shirts on you.

“You need anything else, pretty girl?” He says in a low voice as he lays down next to you.

“I’m okay, my love.” You reply as you snuggle into his solid frame.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you by his side. He leaves small kisses on the top of head as his hand snakes under the t-shirt you had on. His calloused fingertips rubbing up and down your back as you both fell asleep.

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Keigo is not typically a morning person. He often struggles getting out of bed. However, this morning, he had gotten up before you and went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. He was trying to make your day as smooth as possible even though it was going to be a bad day regardless.

“You’re up before me?” You say mid yawn.

“I am. You were knocked out.” He says as he walks over to you giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Good morning, how do you like your eggs?”

“Scambled, please.” He walks back over to the stove and starts cooking your eggs. You sit down at the kitchen island and examine scars on his back. They look like healed burn wounds. You let out a sigh and say, “Have you turned on your phone this morning?”

“I guess we have to talk about it huh? You ready to hear it?” You nod your head yes as you prepare for what he’s about to tell you. “I turned on both our phones. The video has gone viral with a split reaction from the public. Some people are saying that I assaulted you, others are saying it was passionate and that we know each other. Your employer has a feeling that it’s you in the video because they want to do a video call around noon today… with both of us.”

You get up from the barstool and start pacing around the kitchen. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh, followed with, “Wait, they think you assaulted me?! Keigo, I have to make a statement! I would hate for your public image to be tarnished over accusations.”

“My publicist was saying that. She had a feeling some people would watch that video and think the worst. If you do make a statement, you’re revealing your identity to the public and to your employer. Which also means we’d have to announce that we are a couple. I don’t think your employer will like that.” He says as he plates your food and hands it to you.

“It has to be done. I don’t like that people are perceiving you that way, when that’s not the truth. At this point, I’ve accepted the fact that I could lose my job. I am scared but after what you said to me last night, I have to do the same for you. I will stand beside you and do whatever I can to clear these accusations. You’re such a good man. Itadakimasu.” You sit down with the food and start eating.

Hearing you say that you’d stick beside him gave him a full body chill. He wanted to tell you now more than ever that he was falling in love with you. He sits down next to you and starts eating his breakfast.

“Do you want to take a look for yourself?” Keigo asks.

“Yea, my mind is made up.” He hands you your phone. You stare at the black screen, nervous as to what will be on it when you open it. Keigo notices your hesitation and places his hand on your back.

“Remember, we will get through this.” He says softly as he rubs your back.

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See you later, Mr. President (Part One)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Warnings: sexual tension, mild smut || MDNI

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“I’m down bad, Fumikage…” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. A deep sigh followed his words.

“Just ask her out. The worst she can say is no.” Fumikage replies.

Keigo had invited Fumikage out for drinks. He needed someone to talk about his latest…issue. He had developed feelings for a coworker, and not just any coworker. She’s a potential collaborator for the project he and Ochaco have been working on. She works for a similar nonprofit organization where she’s from and was sent to see if the company wants to expand the organization here in Japan.

“I don't even care to be unprofessional, I just don’t want to ruin this for Ochaco or the kids in the program.” He groans and rolls his eyes. “I’m the damn President. I SHOULD be able to do what I want.” He mumbles under his breath.

Fumikage shakes his head out of disappointment and says “But your actions reflect the HPSC. You know this.”

“Yea, I’m aware…..” he sighs.

Once again, he feels disdain towards the commission. A feeling that comes to him often. As long as the commission exists, he feels that it’s his burden to bear….quite the masochist.

“Mr. President?” He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder.

A devilish smirk grows on Keigo’s face as he realizes who’s behind him. Fumikage lets out a scoff, knowing who you are without having met you. Keigo’s smirk tells him everything he needs to know. He turns around to face you and says, “Heeeyy, what are you doing here?”

He stands up and checks you out. His eyes quickly grazed up and down your body. You had just come back from getting dinner with Ochaco and a few of her friends. You're wearing a black spaghetti strapped, A-line mini dress and a dark red leather jacket. He leans over and gives you a friendly hug; resting his hand on the small of your back. You smile at him and say, “This bar is right next to my hotel. I wanted to stop and get a drink before turning in for the night.”

“I see.” He says keeping his hand on the small of your back as he loosens the hug. “Fumikage, this is L/N F/N. She’s the woman I was talking about earlier. Good things….great things even…haha…This is Fumikage Tokoyami. He’s a good friend of mine.”

Oh god, why did he say he was talking about you earlier..and why did he say it like that. Your mind can’t help but to wonder what was said. You also wonder why his hand is still on the small of your back but you really don’t mind because you find him attractive. He’s charming and always makes you laugh. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him in that way.

“Nice to meet you, Tokoyami.” You bow slightly, showing respect.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He stands up and bows slightly in your direction. “ I would love to stay and hang out but I was just heading out actually. I have to patrol in the morning.”

Keigo moves his hand from your back and pats Fumikage on the shoulder and says, “I wouldn't want to keep you, man. I’ll see you later this week?”

“Yes of course. See you later, Mr.President.” Fumikage teases.

Keigo lets out a laugh and says, “Fly safe.”

He pulls out the barstool that Fumikage was sitting in and says, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You knew this was a bad idea but you wanted to do it anyway. You could lose your job if this goes any further than just a drink. The company you work for sent you here because you were unbiased. You had to make the decision if it would be a good idea to go into business with Japan’s HPSC.

“Mr.President, you don't have to do that.” You say keeping a smile on your face.

“I insist, please. You said you wanted one and I’m more than happy to buy it for you.”

You give in and take a seat in the chair. He pushed the chair in as if you weighed nothing. He takes a seat next to you and asks, “What do you like to drink?”

“Umeshu, it’s my favorite.” You say.

“Ahh, you like it sweet. So do I.” That smirk has not left his face. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds like he’s flirting with you.

The bartender comes over to the two of you and takes your order. He comes back with a glass of fruit wine and sets it in front of you. Keigo thanks him.

“Thank you, Mr.President.”

“My pleasure. You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N. Call me Kiego.” He says with a genuine smile on his face.

“Kiego, that name fits you.” You say taking a sip of your wine.

“You think so? I only used to go by my Hero name before the war.”

“Oh? And what was that?” You play dumb as if you didn’t spend hours researching him before coming to Japan, one month ago.

“Hawks.” He states.

“That name also fits you. I don’t mean this in a bad way but you can be intimidating.” You say holding back a laugh.

“Whhaaaa, me? Intimidating?” He gives you an intense stare while cocking his head to the side and saying, “How so?”

The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m sure you’ve heard the expression ‘watch like a hawk.’ Your stare is just intense.” You say honestly.

“Haha, that is true. I’m a really laid back guy though, I swear.”

“Oh I know you are. Since I’ve met you a month ago, I’ve been questioning how you maintain such a calm composure being the president of the HPSC. I haven’t seen you crack once.”

You take another sip of your wine, finishing it. Kiego notices, and immediately asks, “You want another glass?”

You should go back to the hotel but you’re really enjoying this conversation. He seems to be enjoying it too. You take off your leather jacket, revealing your collar bones and a bit of cleavage. You hang your jacket on the back of your bar chair and fix your spaghetti straps. Kiego had never seen you outside of your office clothes before. It was quite the sight for him. There’s no denying he wanted you.

“Yea, I’ll take another one. Thank you Kiego.” You say.

He orders you another glass and refills his. You raise your now full glass near him and he clinks his cup to yours. You both take a sip.

“What’s life like for you back in your country? Are you married, have a partner , or kids?” He slyly asks.

You’re smirking at him now, because you know what he’s doing…and you’re not stopping him. He lets out a small laugh, knowing that you know.

“No, I'm not married, no partner and I have no kids. I just work and travel and travel for work.”

He perks up hearing that you aren’t married and have no kids. He does see a ring on your finger from time to time so he had to confirm.

“What a shame. You’re a beautiful woman, Y/N. Anybody would be lucky to have you.” He says looking straight at you. Not an ounce of hesitation.

The way he was speaking to you combined with the wine had you feeling perfect.

“Thank you, Kiego. That’s very nice of you to say. What about you? Any secret children the world doesn’t know about?” You joke.

“Haha, no. I’m not taken but if I was, I think my girlfriend would look a lot like you.” He says nonchalantly.

“Oh really?” You say with a slight giggle.

“I’m just sayin!” He flashes that charming smile at you.

You both laugh at his statement. You both played it off but this entire exchange was turning you on. Keigo was good at hiding it but he would fold for you in a second. You kept going back and forth with your decision, should you invite him to your hotel or should you go home alone? If you don’t leave with him, it’s gonna be a long night of you pleasuring yourself… and you just knew your hands couldn’t do what he could.

“Keigo….I think I’m gonna head back to my hotel.” You gently place your hands on top of his and say, “Will you walk me?”

You’d never seen his face light up as quickly as it did. He nods his head yes and pulls out his wallet. He grabs ¥3,000 and goes over to the bartender to pay the tab. He had already done the math in his head for how much the bill would be. When he comes back, he grabs your jacket off the back of your chair. You stand up and let him help you put it on.

“You in a hurry?” You ask as you both head to the exit.

He starts to slightly blush as he holds the door open for you.

“I just didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He says placing his hand on the back of his neck.

You walk through the door and he follows you. The walk to the hotel was pretty silent. You both were thinking of the consequences this would bring. But what about the pleasure? It had been awhile since both of you had been laid and you were already so wet just from the conversation back at the bar. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt.

“This is my hotel.” You say nervously as you stand in front of him. Your eyes kept darting to his lips. You wanted to kiss him.

“Y/N, tell me if I’m wrong but I get the feeling you want me to kiss you right now?” Lust weighing down his voice like iron.

Your face burned at his observation. Thank god he couldn’t tell. He moves closer to you, your faces a hairbreadth apart from each other. He pushes your hair off your shoulder revealing your neck to him.

“Am I right or…” he whispers in your ear.

He knows he’s right, why is he even playing these games with you? The longer you take to decide, the longer he will tease you.

“You’re right, Mr. President…but we can’t down here.” You stay perfectly still as you feel his breath hit your neck.

“What a shame. If only someone had a hotel room in this hotel we’re standing in front of.” He teases.

This was eating you alive and he didn’t care in the slightest. He wanted you to say yes so badly and you wanted that too.

“Are you thirsty?” You say changing the subject.

He backs away from your ear and says, “so thirsty.”

“I have water in my room, upstairs. Let’s go.” You say grabbing your room key.

You both head into the hotel, opening the main entrance and elevator with your key. Once you both were inside the elevator, Keigo grabs your waist. He gently pushes you against the wall as he presses his lips against yours. You grab both sides of his face, your fingers grazing the scar on his jawline. His tongue made its way into the kiss as he placed his hands under your mini dress to feel your ass. He moaned lightly as you bit his lip. He could’ve taken you right in this elevator if he wanted too.

DING!

Suddenly his hands and mouth were off you. He cleared his throat and adjusted his blazer as the elevator doors opened. You were disheveled, in disbelief he would stop so suddenly. You adjust your dress and take a step out the elevator as the doors open, he follows you.

“Really looking forward to this water.”

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Shinsou x Fem!Reader in a band

Summary: Some of class 1A gets together to see Jiro perform with her band. Takes place in their early twenties.

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Warnings: drinking, bar environment.

Song: SKIN by AMAI

“Shinsou’s here! Hey man!” Kirishima exclaims.

Some members of class 1A swarm around him, everyone greeting him differently. It had been awhile since the class had gotten together like this.Everyone was in their early twenties by now. Today they came together to see Jirou’s band perform. The venue could hold a little over 100 people. 

“We’re all so glad you could make it!” Ashido says. 

“I’m glad to be here. Excited to hear some good music.” Shinsou says in his usual cool demeanor.

“I heard Jirou’s band is good. They get booked for shows all the time.” Kaminari says.

“Yea, especially since they got a new singer. Jirou told me she sings like an angel and she fits in perfectly with the other girls in the band.” Momo says.

“I heard she looks as pretty as she sounds too.” Mineta butts in. 

Everyone from class 1A boos Mineta for his comment. 

“WHAT!? I was not the only person to think it!?” He protests. 

“But you were the only one to say it….” Sero interjects.

Shinsou shakes his head in disappointment. That was a typical Mineta comment. He thinks any girl with a pulse is hot. 

“I’m going to the bar. I’ll be right back.” He says to everyone. 

He makes his way over and sits on the last open stool next to you. He makes eye contact with you, causing you to smile at him. He looks down and notices you’re drinking hot tea…. out of a mug. 

He points at your mug and says, “They have tea here?”

“No, I brought this tea bag with me.” 

“Oh?” He says. 

“Did you want tea? I have extra in my purse and the bar has hot water.”  She offers. 

He was taken back by your response. Getting offered miscellaneous tea at the bar by a stranger was not on his bingo card tonight.

 “No, thank you, I appreciate the offer.….you must really like tea.” He observes. 

“Haha, I do! Alcohol dries my throat so I usually wait until after I sing to have it.” You reply. 

‘Sing? Is this the singer of the band? Hate to say this but Mineta was right, she’s gorgeous.’ Shinsou thinks to himself. You were wearing a black corset tank top with an army green pleated mini skirt and combat boots. You had a few dainty piercings on your face and ears that really caught Shinsou’s eye. 

“Do you sing in Jiro’s band?” He asks. 

“Yes! My name is L/N F/N.” You hold out your hand for him to grab. 

“I’m Shinsou Hitoshi. Nice to meet you.” He says as he shakes your hand, keeping eye contact with you. 

You couldn’t help but notice how much bigger his hands were than yours. They were rough and calloused but still had some softness to them. You two held each other's hands a bit longer than what was necessary. Once he let go, you both let out a small laugh. 

“How do you know Jirou?” You ask. 

“We went to U.A. together. Some of our classmates are here to support her.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet. Jirou talks about you guys so much. It’ll be nice to put faces to the names.” You smile softly at him. 

The bartender comes over and takes Shinsou’s order. He orders a beer and looks at you to see if you want anything. You shake your head ‘no’ and take a sip of your tea. The bartender comes back with the beer and sets it in front of him. 

“Can I buy you a drink after your set?” Shinsou says while bringing the glass bottle up to lips. 

You look at him with a smirk and say, “Yea, I’d like that.” 

“Good. I’m excited to hear you sing. Everyone’s been saying you sound like an angel.” 

“Yea, I get that a lot.” You get up from your barstool. Shinsou takes notice of your body. You rest your hand on his shoulder and bring your mouth to his ear to say “You can tell me what you think I sound like when you buy me that drink.” 

Shinsou nods his head with a sly smile on his face as you walk away. He looks at the time and realizes that the band is going on in the next 10 minutes. He walks back over to the rest of his classmates. 

“Who’s the cutie you were talking to at the bar, huh?” Ashido says to him while nudging his arm. 

“She’s the singer of Jirou’s band.” He answers nonchalantly. 

“SHE WAS AT THE BAR AND I DIDNT SEE HER!?” Mineta whines. 

“Shinsou, can you put him in horny jail?” Ashido says as she points to Mineta. 

“I’m on it.” He says. 

All of a sudden, Minetas eyes go blank. Shinsou had brainwashed him. 

“Go sit in the corner.” Shinsou demands. 

A mindless Mineta saunters over to the farthest corner in the bar and just stands there. 

“Thank you!! So what did you two talk about?” Ashido says. 

Ever since they went to U.A. together, Mina has always been in everyone’s business. She feels as if it’s her right to know. 

Shinsou lets out a scoff and says, “Wouldn't you like to know.”

“Yes, I would! That’s why I’m asking.” Mina pouts. 

“Hey guys! The show is about to start. Did we want to stand close to the stage?” Kirishima asks. 

Everyone agreed and made their way to the front. Kaminari and Shinsou catch up with each other as they wait for the band to come on. Once the audience starts to cheat their attention gets averted to stage. You and Jirou walk out holding hands with your other band mates.

“Hi sexies.” You say into the microphone that was set front and center.  The audience goes wild for you. You couldn’t help but to smile when they cheered. 

“So glad you all could join us tonight.” Jirou says into her microphone.

The members of the band exchange glances with each other. The bassist starts to play a bass line, the drummer shortly joins after. You start to sway your hips to the rhythm. 

“Skin you up, wear you out. Hold me close, I’m yours now. You can’t leave, You’re mine now.” 

Shinsou got goosebumps when the first note left your mouth. He felt as if he was in a trance. The song was heavy but also felt like a cold embrace. Not a single person in the audience dared to make noise as your band played. 

“I wanna be in your skin. Take me down to the deep ends. Two minds, one body and soul. I just want you to know.” You stared directly at Shinsou when you sang the chorus. Your intense stare gave hum butterflies. He couldn’t look away from you even if he tried. He knew you were singing for an audience but it felt like only you two were in the room. 

Once the guitar solo started, you got on your knees in front of Jirou. You whipped your hair in circles as she played in front of you. You lean all the way back, causing the back of your head to touch the stage. You belt out the ending words, “take me down.” 

“Holy shit.” Shinsou mutters as the audience begins to cheer. 

“Thank you. That song was called Skin.” You say into the microphone. 

You and the band perform 7 more songs, that’s including the encore the audience asked for. You loved performing with your band mates. It made you feel alive in the best way. 

“Ahhhh!! That was our best show yet!!” You say hugging Jirou as you two get off stage. 

“It really was!! We were so hot up there. I love our chemistry on stage.” She expresses.

You two dance a round for a second and give each other another hug. 

“Oh before I forget, I want to introduce you to my classmates! They should be waiting out back.” Jiro takes your hand and guides you through the backstage area. Once she opened the door, all her classmates began cheering for her. 

“Thank you guys! Your support means the world to me.” She said as she went to hug all her classmates. 

You and Shinsou lock eyes. There was something about his stare that gave you goosebumps. It made you question if he had a quirk that had to do with his eyes. He walks up to you and says, “I think I agree with everyone else. You do sound like an angel.”

“Oh yea? I’m glad you liked the show.” You say smirking at him.

Every time you spoke to him, it felt like it was just the two of you alone in a room. His voice had a way of getting in your head and being the only thing you heard. It made you feel as if every word he said to you was special and had a lot of meaning. What is up with this guy? 

“You still up for that drink?” He says as he gets closer to you.

“Mhm.” You respond, completely at a loss for words. 

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See you later, Mr. President (part 4)

Hawks X Reader Mini Series

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Warnings: Adult themes, Smut and Anxiety, || MDNI

**cliff hanger at the end**

This morning was like any other morning. You did your normal commute to work. The weather was exceptionally nice, cherry blossoms in full bloom. You greeted the people you work beside, as you typically do. You open your office door to reveal a custom arrangement of cymbidium orchids, calla lilies and hydrangeas sitting on your desk.

“This has to be a mistake…” You mumble to yourself as you set your bags down.

The bouquet was so gorgeous that you were afraid to touch it. The flowers were in a circular shaped vase. You notice a note sticking out from the middle of the arrangement.

‘For my pretty girl’

Blood rushes to your face as you realize that Keigo bought you this expensive arrangement of flowers. What’s the occasion for? More importantly, why would he do this at work? You put the note on your desk and march up to his office. His receptionist wasn’t there yet so you knocked on his office door.

“Hey Gorgeous.” Keigo says in his usual playful tone.

You push him into the office and close the door behind you. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed.

“What?” He says clueless as to why you seem upset with him.

You shake your head in disappointment and ask, “Why did you send an expensive bouquet of flowers to my OFFICE?”

This question somehow led to Kiego fucking you up against the wall. He held you up by your thighs as he thrusted into you. He licks up the side of your neck, right before he says, “You’ve been mine for a whole month now, sweetheart” in your ear.

That’s why he sent the flowers, you guys have been seeing each other for a month as of today. I guess that also explains why he felt the need to fuck you senseless in his office. You thought it was sweet he remembered something so small like that. It really shows you that he wants to be more than just fuck buddies. He carries you over to his desk and lays your back down on the cold wood. He thrusts deep and slow to avoid the sound of your ass clapping.

“You’re taking me so well, Y/N. You’re so good to me.” He added in a low whisper.

You could tell he was close and so were you. His fingers pressed into your waist as he pulled you on his dick. His pace began to pick up and he didn’t care about being quiet at this moment. His dick was slipping in and out of you until he filled you with his thick load. You both curse under your breath as he pulls out.

“I know you didn’t cum. I’ll take care of you after work.” He says as he slides out of you.” “Stay right there.”

He walks over to the bathroom that’s in his office and grabs paper towels to wipe up his mess. You both get yourselves together quickly.

“I think it’s sweet you remembered the day.” You say while fixing your dress.

“Someone needed to. You didn’t.” He teases.

“Because I didn’t think you saw our relationship like that.” You rebuttal.

“Oh please, you know exactly how I feel about you, Y/N. One of the first things I said to you that night at the bar was, ‘you look like my girlfriend.’ I’m not here to waste your time.” He says with a stern voice.

He's not wrong. He’s been an open book about his feelings and he keeps applying the pressure. This whole month, he’s been sending you small gifts and love letters since you two can’t be seen in public.

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just in shock from how forward you’re being. Like I said, it’s been awhile since I’ve dated or been interested in anyone. And besides, you know I’m not staying in Japan long. Why are you putting so much into this short term thing?” You finally address the elephant in the room.

He kisses your forehead and says, “Because I’m an optimistic guy.” He smiles at you when he sees your face is completely straight because he did not answer your question in the slightest. You knew he was being honest though.

You hit his shoulder and say, “I should get back to my office, Mr. President.”

“One more thing. I want you to come over tonight.” He says leaning back against his desk.

You had never been to his place before. You always wondered what it looked like. Does he have an apartment or a house? Any pets? You can get a good sense of who he is by how he lives.

“Text me your address and what time. I’ll see you later, Mr. President.” You say with a slight smirk on your face.

Once you leave the office, Keigo lets out a, “yes!” under his breath. He honestly didn’t know how that was going to go. He had never sent you an expensive gift in public like that. He knew you’d be mad at first but he also knew he could calm you down. He loved that you were fiery and that you had no problem setting him straight. The thing he loved the most is the contrast from you at work and you outside of work. At work, you’re the textbook definition of professional. You’re hard working, smart, and a great leader that always dressed the part. Well, you teetered on the line of dressing appropriately sometimes. You’d wear these tight clothes that Keigo would often think about you in. Which is why he wanted to see you outside of work. He wants to see more of the real you.

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“Those flowers are lovely, Y/N. You got a secret admirer?” your coworker asks as you carry the bouquet out of your office.

“No, haha. The company I work for sent them to me for doing a good job.” You lie.

“Awe, they care so much. How lovely. Let me get the door for you.” He says as he opens the front door for you to head out.

“Thank you so much. Have a good night. Mata ashita (see you tomorrow).” You stand on the side of the road waiting for the taxi you called not too long ago.

You start to ponder on what you’re gonna wear for your date tonight with the President. Something sexy or something chill? You know that he loves the way you dress. He’s admitted it a few times during sex.

“Keep the dress on, I want to fuck you in it.”

You start to get wet thinking about the filthy things he’s said to you. You can't deny the fact that you adore the way he speaks to you. You’re like putty in his hands if he says the right things to you and he always does. You get into your taxi and head to the hotel you call home. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

Mr. President: Here’s my address. You’re welcome to come over at 20:00. Wear something pretty for me.

Just reading that text message makes you blush. You really like Keigo but you hate the cards you were dealt. You wish that you didn’t have to sacrifice anything to be with him. He’s been pouring so much affection into you and this situationship. The least you could do is show him who you are outside of work.

“Tōchaku shimashita (we have arrived).” The driver says, pulling me out of contemplation.

“Arigatou Gozaimasu.” You say as you get out of the taxi.

You hurry up to your hotel room, taking off your shoes the moment you get in the room. You place the vase of flowers on your desk and start changing your clothes. You had picked out a cheetah print maxi skirt that hugged your curves perfectly. For your top, you chose a black low cut halter top that hugged your waist. Your body was on display in this outfit even though you were mostly covered. You only have about an hour and a half to get ready. You turn on your favorite album, to get yourself in the right headspace. As you’re getting ready, your best friend from home calls you. You grab your laptop and bring it into the bathroom as you accept the call.

“Mira!! Hi my love, how are you!!” you exclaim as you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“I’m doing good! I miss you so much, it’s unreal.” She whines.

Mirlande (Mira) had been your best friend since you were in grade school. She was more like a sister than a friend though. You two practically lived at each other's houses growing up. Your families were similar in every way: they were from the same island so it was the same culture. It was so nice having her when your family moved to America.

“I miss you so much, girl. It’s been crazy being apart from you for so long.” You stop doing your makeup and get a good look at her.

She smiles at you and says, “Getting ready to see Mr. President?”

You scoff and say “How’d you know?”

“Look at what you're wearing, you’re looking extra slutty!! The man is already down bad for you.” Mira screams.

You start laughing and say, “Good, Right where I want his ass.”

You and Mira catch up as you finish getting ready. You show her the vase of flowers he got for you and she tells you about her situationships. Once you check the time, you realize you're running late.

“Ahhh, Mira I gotta go!! I’m late as fuck. I was supposed to leave 20 minutes ago.” You whine as you grab your black leather jacket, purse and slip on your open toe black kitten heels.

“Okay, love you! Tell me how it goes. Get some dick for the both of us!!” She says before ending the call.

You laugh and roll your eyes at her statement. You quickly spray yourself with your signature scent and scurry down to the lobby. Your phone begins to ring, and of course it’s Keigo.

You answer the phone and say, “Hey.”

“Hey, have you left yet?” He asks.

“No, my taxi should be here in 5 minutes though. I’m running a few minutes late. So sorry. ”

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. Cancel the taxi. I sent a driver for you. She should be pulling up right now.”

Just as he said, a black vehicle parks right in front of the hotel. The driver gets out and holds up a sign with your name.

“Yes, I see her. Walking over to her now.” You are completely shocked as you walk towards the car. You speak the little Japanese that you know to inform her that you’re the person she is picking up. She opens the door for you and you get into the car.

“You in?” Keigo asks.

“Yes, thank you for this. You really didn't need to go through the trouble.” You express.

“Don’t give me that, Y/N. Anything I do for you causes me no trouble. I can't take you anywhere in public right now so I will make this as extravagant as I can. I’ll see you soon, okay?” He says in an alluring voice.

“Thank you, baby.” You heard his breath hitch over the phone as he heard those sweet words fall from your lips. This was the first time you addressed Keigo in an informal way…outside of sex. You smile knowing that he’s probably a blushing mess.

“Anything for you.” He says softly.

You hang up the phone and calm your nerves the whole ride to his house. You weren’t nervous at all. If anything you were smitten by him. Your heart began to beat harder the closer you got. You placed your hand on your chest and took a deep breath as you pulled into his property. You saw him standing out by his front door wearing a black knit collared shirt and khaki trousers. He walks up to the car door and opens it. You get out of the car, not breaking eye contact with him. He places his hand on the small of your back as he whispers, “hi pretty” in your ear. You smile and say “hi” back. He closes the car door and waves at the driver as she pulls out from the driveway.

“Thank you for having me.” You say as he walks you to the front door.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He says as he opens the door for you.

His place is exactly as you thought it would be. Beautiful high ceilings with a lot of space. The living room had wood paneling behind the mounted tv aligned with a wall of windows with a gorgeous view. The sectional was low to the ground and sat up against the wall of windows. You could tell his home was decorated with intention. (Picture)

“Your home is so nice. I really love how it’s decorated.” You say slipping off your heels.

“Thanks. I hired an interior designer because I’ve never decorated a home before. She made me take a bunch of quizzes and this is what she came up with.” He says walking into his living room. He turns towards you and says, “I’ll give you a tour later.”

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck. Your breasts pressed against his chest as you closed the gap between the two of you. He can’t help but to lightly blush at how forward you were being. He rests his hands on your lower back and butt. You get goosebumps at his touch, causing you to giggle. You smile and say “Can’t wait.”

Keigo couldn’t believe you were willingly in his arms right now. Getting you to cooperate felt like pulling teeth to him. For the first time, he feels like he’s getting to know the real you and not the work version of you.

“I think it’s time I show you what I planned.” He says while kissing your arm. He takes your hand and walks you over to his kitchen. He quickly gets behind you and covers your eyes with his hands.

“Get ready for an amazing, authentic, delicious, experience, Y/N.” He says dramatically.

He uncovers your eyes to reveal an at home yakiniku set up. You gasp, look back at him and say, “Yakiniku!!! How did you know I wanted to try this?”

“Just a hunch.” He says with a slick smile. It wasn’t just a hunch, it was a lot more than just a hutch. Even though Keigo doesn’t have his feathers anymore, that doesn’t mean his nasty habit of eavesdropping is gone. He still has insanely sharp eyes and ears, even after the war.

“Hmm, Is it the same hutch you developed while doing spy work?” You say knowing he definitely eavesdropped on a conversation you had at work.

“Yea, you could say that.” He says knowing he can’t hide anything past you. He knew you were just as smart as him, maybe even more intelligent than him.

He pulls out a barstool from his kitchen island for you to take a seat. The set up was actually really cute. It was a tiny counter grill surrounded by different plated meats, marinades, and sauces. He even had a few veggies chopped and sliced to be grilled as well. He plugs the grill in and turns it on to make sure it’s hot. You take a seat and watch him move around his kitchen.

“What would you like to drink? I have wine, sake, tea, really anything.” He says as he grabs a beer for himself.

“Do people usually drink beer with yakiniku?” you ask.

“Yea but you don’t have to.” He says knowing that you are not a fan of beer.

“I’ll have a beer. I’ll try it!” You say optimistically.

He grabs you a beer from the fridge and comes to sit next to you. He opens the beer and hands it to you and says, “If you don’t like it, I’ll finish it.”

You take the bottle and agree. Keigo starts telling you the name of all the meats and sauces. You wanted to start off with some veggies, pork belly, yakitori, and thin sliced beef. You grab the tongs and start helping him add the meats to the grill. You could tell from the smell that the meat was marinated beforehand. As you wait for the meat to cook, you and Keigo start talking about quirks. Kiego wanted to know if you had one but never found the right time to ask.

“Do you have a quirk?” He straight up asks.

You raise your eyebrows and take a sip of the beer you’re struggling to get through. Keigo laughs and says, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to and you also don't need to drink that beer, Y/N.”

“I’ll tell you, it’s nothing flashy. I have a really high IQ, that’s pretty much it.” You say ignoring his beer statement.

“That explains why I can’t get anything past you. Beauty and brains, huh?” He says while getting up and pouring a cup of Umeshu, knowing that’s what you prefer.

You slightly blush as he compliments you and pours you a glass of your favorite wine that he conveniently had on hand. You take the meat off the grill and take the wine from him. He takes your beer and puts it next to his. You thank him once again for the food and start eating together. He places more meat on the grill as you two drink, eat, and get to know each other. The conversation is going great, you feel completely at ease with him at this moment.

*BZZZZ*

Both your phones go off, simultaneously. You both ignore them and continue the conversation.

*BZZZZ*

Once again, both phones go off. You stare at each other and agree to answer them. You grab your phone and step into the bathroom. He grabs his phone and goes into his living room. You see that it’s your best friend, Mira, calling you.

“Are you okay?” You say answering the phone.

“Yea I am. Are you sitting down? You need to sit down, Y/N.” She said in a panic.

You take a seat on the closed toilet and say, “I’m sitting. What’s going on?”

“Go look at what I texted you.”

You put her on speaker and quickly navigate to your messages with her. It’s video footage that’s clearly pulled from a surveillance camera in an elevator. You click play and see Keigo walking in the elevator. Your heart starts pounding in your chest as you realize where this is from. Your stomach began to twist in knots as you saw yourself walk into the elevator. You were frozen in place as you continued watching the footage. Someone leaked the footage of the President making out with you, put it on the internet AND IT’S GOING VIRAL.

Yall….. what can I say I LOVE a cliff hanger. I feel bad because Keigo is just trying to get to know you and now he has pulled you into this mess. Anywayyyyy, how are we liking it????? Heheheh

Stay tuned for part 5! Things really about to pop off.

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One thing about me is the main characters in my stories have to be dressed to the NINES. Idc idc idc idc!!! You will get a description of what they are wearing. We don’t do just jeans and a shirt babes !!!! THAT BABY NEED A COAT ON !!!

Here’s a photo collage that I made for my OC x Hawks Fanfic, called Nakidori (on Ao3)

I don’t talk about it much on here but you all should check it out! It’s my longest piece of work and it’s got a good plot. It follows Hawks true storyline but with added content and more characters.

{I drew the title card and the picture of my OC (not an artist 😅) rest I found off Pinterest!}

See you Later, Mr. President (Part Two)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Warning: pure smut >:3 || MDNI

Read part one here!

Art by: Kadeart

“Really looking forward to this water.” That signature smirk appears on his face once again.

The closer you got to the room, the more intense you felt. It was a mix of excitement, fear and sexual tension. You just don’t know if you’re going to contain yourself. But then again, Keigo wouldn’t be in your hotel at 2 in the morning if you had some sort of self control. Once you get to the room, you open the door. You start to remove your shoes…..and so does he. You both know that he’s not here for water.

“Let me get that water for you.” You say while taking off your jacket.

You walk over to the small kitchen area and bend down to open up the mini fridge placed under the countertop. This gave him a perfect view of your ass. You were a little tipsy and weren’t really thinking about it. All of a sudden, you feel a firm grasp on the plump of your butt.

“Close the fridge, Y/N.” His raspy voice sends a spark down to your center. Your breathing starts to hitch as he continues to rub on your ass. You close the fridge and stand up straight. He gets directly behind you, pressing his bulge on your ass. His hands slide slowly up your torso, stopping to cup both your breasts. He’s leaving butterfly kisses on your shoulder, as he massaged your tits through your dress. You were trying your hardest not to moan.

“Do you want me to stop?” He says as he bites the outer shell of your ear.

For the first time in your life, you were too horny to speak. All you knew was that you wanted his hands between your legs.

“Please don’t.” You whine as he continues to feel you up. He took his time feeling every curve on your body. He pulls your spaghetti straps off your shoulders slowly, letting the dress fall to reveal your breasts.

“Turn around so I can get a good look.” He says in between the kisses he’s leaving on your neck.

When you turn to face him he lets out a moan. He was so captivated by you. He immediately starts kissing on your neck as he pulls you close to him. He was sucking, licking and biting you as if you were something to eat. He lifts you up by your thighs and places you on the countertop behind you. He stood between your spread legs as he massaged your breasts. Both your nipples were in between his fingers.

“Oh fuck.” You squeeze out in between breaths. “I’m so turned on right now.” You say grinding your hips towards him.

“Yea?” He says as he places his thumb on top of your clothed clit. He starts to rub tight circles over it as he pops a titty in his mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull the second you feel his tongue on your nipple. You couldn’t help but moan out his name as you grinded on his hand. He pulls your panties to the side and pushes a finger in you. He gives you what you want, and moves his hand in a rapid back and forth motion. The moans start pouring out of your mouth at this point which fueled his arousal. He presses his forehead to yours and says, “Fuuck, you’re so wet. That's all for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, uhh yea, Keigo.” You whimper looking him directly in his eyes.

He lifts your right leg up on the counter to give himself a better angle. He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter with one hand. He starts fingering you, a bit slower than a minute ago. You grind your hips wanting him to go faster. He loved how much you wanted him because he wanted you just as much. He smirks and says, “I wanna taste you.”

He pulls his fingers out of you to slide your panties off. He gives you a few kisses before he gets on his knees before you. You got a little nervous for a moment with him being so close to your heat like this. He makes direct eye contact with you as he starts lapping at your clit. He slides his fingers into you once again, quickly getting into the same rhythm with his tongue.

“Ah! Right theeeerrreee.” You whine. Your hands immediately push his face closer to your heat. Your pussy starts clenching around his fingers. You grind against his tongue which makes him hum in delight. He starts to move his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, sending you into euphoria.

“Ah, I-I’m so close! Fuuck, Keigo. I c-can’t!” You moan knowing this orgasm is going to change the trajectory of your life.

He groans into your folds and focuses on keeping a consistent rhythm for you to cum. You couldn’t even fathom how he was able to move so fast. In little to no time, that knot in your stomach becomes undone. You cover your mouth as you let out a pornographic moan.

“That’s it, pretty.” He says into your cunt as you cum on him. You covered his face in your juices and it was the hottest thing to him. Once you ride out your orgasm, he stands up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He was wearing a black compression shirt with gold detailing on it underneath his button up. You get off the counter and start kissing him, tasting your juices on his lips.

“See how sweet you taste?” He says unbuckling his belt.

“I do. I bet you're just as sweet.” You flirt while sticking your hand in his briefs to get a feel of him.

You can tell he’s surprised by how forward you’re being.

“Let me take these off for you.” He says freeing his hard member from his briefs.

You weren’t even shocked by how perfect his dick was. He was so hard that it was oozing pre cum. You get on your knees in front of him, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. You run your thumb over the tip making him quiver. You spit in your hand and start stroking his cock. He stares down at you, biting his lip. He was holding back his moans. Seeing him like this turned you on so much. You open your mouth and slowly slide all 8 inches down your throat.

“Ah, fuck.” He throws his head back as you keep him down your throat. You wanted to show him you were skilled too.

You start bobbing your head, not caring that his dick was hitting the back of your throat. He pulls your thick hair back so he can get a clear view of you taking him so well. You had saliva dripping out of the sides of your mouth as you pleased him. He couldn’t believe you gave sloppy wet head like this.

“Oh my god, juuuuussstt like that, baby.” He moans as he pushes your head all the way down on him. Once you start to gag, he slowly pulls you off. You catch your breath and wipe your mouth.

“If you keep going, I’ll cum.” He says catching his breath as well. You both exchange a small laugh. You both take off the rest of your clothes and start making out on the couch.

His hands explore your body once again. He lays you down on your back, pushing your legs apart as he gets in between them. He lines up at your entrance and slowly pushes into you. You moan from the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” He groans as he feels your walls around him.

“It’s been a while…” you say in between moans.

He shifts to his knees and says, “I know what you mean. It’s been a minute for me too but I’ll take care of you.” He starts to rub your clit with his thumb as he slowly pressed into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he slides all the way in. “Ooooo, that’s my girl.” He praises you as he grinds into you deeper.

You couldn’t help but smile and moan as you took his dick. His hands swiftly move to your waist to pull you into him when he thrusted. Your tits bounced with every thrust. The way you were looking at him made him want to rail you but he was trying his best to restrain himself.

“You wanna rail me?” You ask in between moans.

“Yea, so fucking bad.” He murmurs under his breath. It was almost as if you read his mind.

“Yea? Show me.”

He suddenly grabs both your legs and pushes them up to your ears, putting you into a mating press. A throaty moan falls from your lips as he pounds into you.

“Keeiiigooo!!! Fuck!!” You borderline yell. Your nails dig into his thighs as the tip of his dick kisses your g spot. He hisses as you scratch him but he wants to make you squirm.

“You wanted to see, right? Here it is, baby.” He says directly in your ear. He was not holding back on you and you didn’t want him to. You couldn’t believe you were letting the President of Japan’s HPSC fuck you raw. The feeling of your pussy sucking him in was getting to him. He suddenly pulls out and lets out a throaty moan.

“Your pussy is too good. I almost came again.” He confesses.

Is it bad that you want him to come inside you? You have a thing for creampies but is that something you want him to know? I mean he’s already been balls deep in you…might as well.

“You can cum inside of me…if you want…” you say quietly.

“Fuuuuck, really? I’m gonna fill you up then.” He says while adjusting you to lay on your side, resting both your legs on top of each other. You look up at him and say, “Is this how you want me?”

He lets out a “Mhmm…” as he grabs the plump of your ass. He turns his hips just right so he can reach the deepest parts of you. He grabs your ass and thighs to anchor himself as he slides in. He was taking his time at this point, thrusting into you hard and slow. Every thrust was met with a glottal moan from you. You could feel him in your stomach. He looked so alluring from this angle. His chiseled torso and pecks glistened from sweat. You rub your hand down his torso and look up at him with pleading eyes as you moan, “Mnh- you feel sooo good.”

He bends down, placing his hands on each side of your head. “You like that, don't you?” His hot breath fanned against you making you shudder. His pace started to pick up, making it hard for you to answer.

“Come on? Tell me how much you like it, pretty?” His hips crash into yours at a rapid rate. He was overwhelming you with his cock, fucking you absolutley stupid. You grip your nails in the sofa cushion, hoping it would give some sort of stability. The sound of your ass clapping against his hips filled the room. The only thing you could voice to him were inaudible moans.

“Mmmnnnhh, Look at that pussy grabbing onto me, shit! I know you love it, you’re taking me so well.” he says right in your ear. Those words sent you right over the edge. Your breath hitches in your throat as your walls clench around him. Your toes began to curl as you let out a string of moans. You immediately started cumming with no warning. Keigo’s mouth falls into an “o” shape as he feels your walls pulsate around him. He thrusts a few more times making sure he's deep in you as he reaches his orgasm.

“Ugh fuck! I'm cumming too, baby.” he says through his clenched teeth.

Moans flow from both your mouths as he covers your walls with his cum. He puts his full weight on you and wraps you in his arms as you both come down together.

“You okay, Y/N? I went kinda hard on you.” He says out of breath. He slowly slides his cock out of you, causing his cum to leak out of you. He gets up to get you a towel from the bathroom.

“You did but I definitely asked for it.” You go from laying on your side to your back.

“Yea? I’ve been wanting to give it to you for a while now.” He says with a slight laugh. He comes back holding a few wash cloths: two wet, two dry. He hands you a wet one and a dry one. You place the cloth between your legs, ensuring nothing leaks out.

“How long have you wanted to ‘give it to me’ exactly?” You furrow your brows and pout your lips as you watch him clean himself and put on his briefs.

He lets out a chuckle and says, “At first glance I thought, man, she’s cute. By week 2, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He lifts you off the couch in one swift motion, carrying you princess style. “I’m so glad I ran into you tonight, gorgeous. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

WOOOOOAHHHH, I shocked myself with this one 😂 I plan on continuing this little mini series but I have a few other requests to get started on so enjoy this for now!! Happy reading!!!

Part 3 is up!!

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See you later, Mr. President (Part One)

Hawks x Reader Mini Series

Warnings: sexual tension, mild smut || MDNI

Art by: Kadeart

“I’m down bad, Fumikage…” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. A deep sigh followed his words.

“Just ask her out. The worst she can say is no.” Fumikage replies.

Keigo had invited Fumikage out for drinks. He needed someone to talk about his latest…issue. He had developed feelings for a coworker, and not just any coworker. She’s a potential collaborator for the project he and Ochaco have been working on. She works for a similar nonprofit organization where she’s from and was sent to see if the company wants to expand the organization here in Japan.

“I don't even care to be unprofessional, I just don’t want to ruin this for Ochaco or the kids in the program.” He groans and rolls his eyes. “I’m the damn President. I SHOULD be able to do what I want.” He mumbles under his breath.

Fumikage shakes his head out of disappointment and says “But your actions reflect the HPSC. You know this.”

“Yea, I’m aware…..” he sighs.

Once again, he feels disdain towards the commission. A feeling that comes to him often. As long as the commission exists, he feels that it’s his burden to bear….quite the masochist.

“Mr. President?” He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder.

A devilish smirk grows on Keigo’s face as he realizes who’s behind him. Fumikage lets out a scoff, knowing who you are without having met you. Keigo’s smirk tells him everything he needs to know. He turns around to face you and says, “Heeeyy, what are you doing here?”

He stands up and checks you out. His eyes quickly grazed up and down your body. You had just come back from getting dinner with Ochaco and a few of her friends. You're wearing a black spaghetti strapped, A-line mini dress and a dark red leather jacket. He leans over and gives you a friendly hug; resting his hand on the small of your back. You smile at him and say, “This bar is right next to my hotel. I wanted to stop and get a drink before turning in for the night.”

“I see.” He says keeping his hand on the small of your back as he loosens the hug. “Fumikage, this is L/N F/N. She’s the woman I was talking about earlier. Good things….great things even…haha…This is Fumikage Tokoyami. He’s a good friend of mine.”

Oh god, why did he say he was talking about you earlier..and why did he say it like that. Your mind can’t help but to wonder what was said. You also wonder why his hand is still on the small of your back but you really don’t mind because you find him attractive. He’s charming and always makes you laugh. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him in that way.

“Nice to meet you, Tokoyami.” You bow slightly, showing respect.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He stands up and bows slightly in your direction. “ I would love to stay and hang out but I was just heading out actually. I have to patrol in the morning.”

Keigo moves his hand from your back and pats Fumikage on the shoulder and says, “I wouldn't want to keep you, man. I’ll see you later this week?”

“Yes of course. See you later, Mr.President.” Fumikage teases.

Keigo lets out a laugh and says, “Fly safe.”

He pulls out the barstool that Fumikage was sitting in and says, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You knew this was a bad idea but you wanted to do it anyway. You could lose your job if this goes any further than just a drink. The company you work for sent you here because you were unbiased. You had to make the decision if it would be a good idea to go into business with Japan’s HPSC.

“Mr.President, you don't have to do that.” You say keeping a smile on your face.

“I insist, please. You said you wanted one and I’m more than happy to buy it for you.”

You give in and take a seat in the chair. He pushed the chair in as if you weighed nothing. He takes a seat next to you and asks, “What do you like to drink?”

“Umeshu, it’s my favorite.” You say.

“Ahh, you like it sweet. So do I.” That smirk has not left his face. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds like he’s flirting with you.

The bartender comes over to the two of you and takes your order. He comes back with a glass of fruit wine and sets it in front of you. Keigo thanks him.

“Thank you, Mr.President.”

“My pleasure. You don’t have to be so formal, Y/N. Call me Kiego.” He says with a genuine smile on his face.

“Kiego, that name fits you.” You say taking a sip of your wine.

“You think so? I only used to go by my Hero name before the war.”

“Oh? And what was that?” You play dumb as if you didn’t spend hours researching him before coming to Japan, one month ago.

“Hawks.” He states.

“That name also fits you. I don’t mean this in a bad way but you can be intimidating.” You say holding back a laugh.

“Whhaaaa, me? Intimidating?” He gives you an intense stare while cocking his head to the side and saying, “How so?”

The way he looked at you sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m sure you’ve heard the expression ‘watch like a hawk.’ Your stare is just intense.” You say honestly.

“Haha, that is true. I’m a really laid back guy though, I swear.”

“Oh I know you are. Since I’ve met you a month ago, I’ve been questioning how you maintain such a calm composure being the president of the HPSC. I haven’t seen you crack once.”

You take another sip of your wine, finishing it. Kiego notices, and immediately asks, “You want another glass?”

You should go back to the hotel but you’re really enjoying this conversation. He seems to be enjoying it too. You take off your leather jacket, revealing your collar bones and a bit of cleavage. You hang your jacket on the back of your bar chair and fix your spaghetti straps. Kiego had never seen you outside of your office clothes before. It was quite the sight for him. There’s no denying he wanted you.

“Yea, I’ll take another one. Thank you Kiego.” You say.

He orders you another glass and refills his. You raise your now full glass near him and he clinks his cup to yours. You both take a sip.

“What’s life like for you back in your country? Are you married, have a partner , or kids?” He slyly asks.

You’re smirking at him now, because you know what he’s doing…and you’re not stopping him. He lets out a small laugh, knowing that you know.

“No, I'm not married, no partner and I have no kids. I just work and travel and travel for work.”

He perks up hearing that you aren’t married and have no kids. He does see a ring on your finger from time to time so he had to confirm.

“What a shame. You’re a beautiful woman, Y/N. Anybody would be lucky to have you.” He says looking straight at you. Not an ounce of hesitation.

The way he was speaking to you combined with the wine had you feeling perfect.

“Thank you, Kiego. That’s very nice of you to say. What about you? Any secret children the world doesn’t know about?” You joke.

“Haha, no. I’m not taken but if I was, I think my girlfriend would look a lot like you.” He says nonchalantly.

“Oh really?” You say with a slight giggle.

“I’m just sayin!” He flashes that charming smile at you.

You both laugh at his statement. You both played it off but this entire exchange was turning you on. Keigo was good at hiding it but he would fold for you in a second. You kept going back and forth with your decision, should you invite him to your hotel or should you go home alone? If you don’t leave with him, it’s gonna be a long night of you pleasuring yourself… and you just knew your hands couldn’t do what he could.

“Keigo….I think I’m gonna head back to my hotel.” You gently place your hands on top of his and say, “Will you walk me?”

You’d never seen his face light up as quickly as it did. He nods his head yes and pulls out his wallet. He grabs ¥3,000 and goes over to the bartender to pay the tab. He had already done the math in his head for how much the bill would be. When he comes back, he grabs your jacket off the back of your chair. You stand up and let him help you put it on.

“You in a hurry?” You ask as you both head to the exit.

He starts to slightly blush as he holds the door open for you.

“I just didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He says placing his hand on the back of his neck.

You walk through the door and he follows you. The walk to the hotel was pretty silent. You both were thinking of the consequences this would bring. But what about the pleasure? It had been awhile since both of you had been laid and you were already so wet just from the conversation back at the bar. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt.

“This is my hotel.” You say nervously as you stand in front of him. Your eyes kept darting to his lips. You wanted to kiss him.

“Y/N, tell me if I’m wrong but I get the feeling you want me to kiss you right now?” Lust weighing down his voice like iron.

Your face burned at his observation. Thank god he couldn’t tell. He moves closer to you, your faces a hairbreadth apart from each other. He pushes your hair off your shoulder revealing your neck to him.

“Am I right or…” he whispers in your ear.

He knows he’s right, why is he even playing these games with you? The longer you take to decide, the longer he will tease you.

“You’re right, Mr. President…but we can’t down here.” You stay perfectly still as you feel his breath hit your neck.

“What a shame. If only someone had a hotel room in this hotel we’re standing in front of.” He teases.

This was eating you alive and he didn’t care in the slightest. He wanted you to say yes so badly and you wanted that too.

“Are you thirsty?” You say changing the subject.

He backs away from your ear and says, “so thirsty.”

“I have water in my room, upstairs. Let’s go.” You say grabbing your room key.

You both head into the hotel, opening the main entrance and elevator with your key. Once you both were inside the elevator, Keigo grabs your waist. He gently pushes you against the wall as he presses his lips against yours. You grab both sides of his face, your fingers grazing the scar on his jawline. His tongue made its way into the kiss as he placed his hands under your mini dress to feel your ass. He moaned lightly as you bit his lip. He could’ve taken you right in this elevator if he wanted too.

DING!

Suddenly his hands and mouth were off you. He cleared his throat and adjusted his blazer as the elevator doors opened. You were disheveled, in disbelief he would stop so suddenly. You adjust your dress and take a step out the elevator as the doors open, he follows you.

“Really looking forward to this water.”

I don’t think you all understand how I wrote this in little to no time. I LOVE writing about Hawks! Hes the reason I started writing fanfics again. Ugh part 2 is about to go HARD >:)

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I’ll Take You (part 3)

Alucard x reader mini series (part 1 & 2 links at the end)

It had been four nights since your night with Adrian. You were both traveling and didn’t expect to see him again. Besides you two weren’t traveling to the same destinations, matter of fact, you didn’t even know where he was going. You secretly hoped that you could see him again, at least one more time. You and your bandmates had traveled to France for the next show.

You walked the streets of Paris, with your compact harp strapped to your back. You thought about the night you shared with Adrian. The way his words still replayed in your mind even days later. It was almost like he cursed you to only think of him.

“Can I carry that for you?” A voice from behind you asks.

You’d recognize that soft yet tender voice anywhere. You turn around to see Adrian’s golden eyes locked on you. You walk over to him and jump in his arms, hugging him. You really thought that you’d never see him again.

“Adrian, What are you doing here?” You ask looking up at him

“I wanted to see the traveling musicians from the West Indies. There’s a singer in the group I can’t stop thinking about… I fancy her.” He says in his usual soft voice.

“That’s funny, I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind either. Will you join me for lunch?” You ask.

“Yes, of course. I know a great spot where we can be alone and talk.” He says.

You couldn’t believe he was standing before you in the flesh. You grab his hand and lead him to a bakery shop. You bought a small loaf, some cheese, and a bundle of grapes for the two of you to share. Once those were purchased, Adrian led you to that secret spot he had mentioned.

“Adrian, may I ask you something?” Your hand clutched onto his as you walked beside him.

“Anything.” He responds.

“How are you able to be in the sunlight?”

“I’m only half vampire. My mother was human. May I ask you something?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Why are you so comfortable with me being a vampire? I don’t sense an ounce of fear from you.”

“You are not the first vampire I’ve met. You see, my mother was a witch so I have met all sorts of other worldly creators. I, unlike most people, do not think that vampires and otherworldly creatures are inherently bad. I treat them as I would humans.”

Your response made Adrian start to fall for you. It was very rare that he met people that think as he does. He knew at that moment that he wanted to have you in his life. His fingers hook onto your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. He pulls you towards him, placing his big hands on both sides of your face. He caresses your cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

“To be the daughter of a witch while having such a diplomatic way of thinking. Your mind is as beautiful as you are.” He whispers.

He plants a quick kiss on your lips, leaving you wanting more. He grabs your hand and begins to walk with you again. You ask Adrian more about his life, eagerly wanting to know more about him. He answers you happily and with no hesitation.

“We’re here, darling.” He says.

He had brought you to an open field filled with wildflowers and lavender. You had never been anywhere like this before. Adrian notices your expression and says, “I’m guessing you’ve never seen anything like this.”

“No, nothing of the sort. Adrian, it’s beautiful.” You mumble taking in the vibrant colors in the field.

“Let’s go find a spot. Maybe you can play me a song? Sing for me? Please?” Adrian begs softly.

You let out a small laugh and nod your head ‘yes’. Adrian sits down in the field of flowers and pats the ground next to him, signaling you to sit. You take your harp off your back and sit down with it in your arms. Adrian smiles and watches you. Your fingers glaze over the strings as you begin to hum lightly. Adrian had to be your biggest fan. He didn’t tell you this but it reminded him of how his mom would sing to him. It was just as comforting. Once you finish playing, you set the harp down next to you and face Adrian as you both begin eating the food you got from the bakery.

“Y/N, would you… would you ever want to travel together?” He looks at you with pleading eyes.

“If you’d have me, sure. When would we do that?” You reply with no hesitation.

“After your show tonight. We can find a room for the night and head out in the morning.” He places his hands on your cheek. “I know we haven’t known each other long but I love being near you. I’m currently going to visit some friends of mine and I would love for them to meet you.”

Little did he know that you would follow him anywhere. You were in love with him but you wouldn’t tell him considering you just met. It filled you with happiness knowing he’d want to travel with you.

“That settles it then, I’m going with you.”

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Speechless (Part 2)

Nerdjo x Reader

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WARNING: pure smut || MDNI

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.” His hands slowly work their way up your body, stopping at your breasts. “You know I have a crush on you. In fact, you like that I have a crush on you. I notice everything, Y/N.” His hands slide down from breasts, down to your hips. You bend over the counter top, instinctually. He lifts your skirt revealing your lace trim underwear. Your round ass pressed perfectly against the tent in his pants. The sight of you bent over the counter has him salivating. He can’t help but to hump on you.

“What’d you notice?” You say playing along. You were dripping at this point. You loved how he wasn’t controlling his urges and completely giving in. To want you so bad that he’s dry humping you? Seeing him this feral was something you never thought you’d see.

“Huh, this ass is perfect. You’re always so handsy with me because you love the attention.” Grinding more intensively as he spoke. “You like having me as your simp but now I want more. Fuck, I want so much more, Y/N.”

He taps you on your thighs signaling you to turn towards him. You look up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to kiss you. He grabs your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His tongue forcing its way into your mouth, he was hungry for you. You were curious to know just how much he was packing. As your tongues caressed each other, you place your hand over the bulge in his pants. Using your finger, you trace the outline taking note of how long it is.

“You curious? I’ll take it out for you.” He says inches away from my lips. You nod your head, yes, because the words weren’t coming to you. Every time he spoke to you like that, he left you speechless. You’re still adjusting to this side of him.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down pants. He groans as his hard dick springs out of his briefs. The face you made when you saw it made Gojo let out a laugh.

“What’s with that face, Y/N? Too big?” The words coming out of his mouth like a melody.

“Yes, I mean..no it’s… I just didn’t expect it to be so…” you rub your thumb over the tip, spreading his precum. He hisses at the immediate contact. You look up at him and slowly get on your knees, letting the intrusive thoughts win. You close your eyes as you wrap your plump lips around the tip of his dick, tasting his precum.

“Ahhh, this is a dreaaaam. I can’t believe your pretty lips are wrapped around my cock, right now.” He moaned as he bucked his hips lightly, getting you to take more of him down your throat. You place your palms on his thighs as he ran his fingers through your thick hair.

“I want a good view of your face when I fuck it.” He says holding my hair up in a ponytail.

You brace yourself as he thrusts deeper down your throat. You weren’t worried about the length but you were worried about the girth. His shaft was by the far the thickest you’ve seen but that made you only want to try it more. You start to gag once he picks up the pace. He looks down at you with a devilish smile as you look up at him with your glossy pleading eyes. His pornographic moans fill the room as he locks eyes with you, making sure you’re eyes are on him as he fucks your face. The next thing you know, he pulls out from your mouth and lets out a laugh.

“Is something funny?” You furrow your brows out of confusion.

“You were about to make me cum and I haven't even gotten to see you naked… I thought I was in charge but I'm still simping after you, Y/N.”

The way he speaks so confidently turns you on more, if that was even physically possible. You took a moment to realize you DO have the upper hand. You get off your knees and grab the waistband of your lace trim panties from under your skirt. You slide them down your legs, torturously slow, causing Gojo to start rubbing his dick at the sight of you.

“Now take off your top.” He demands as he continues to stroke.

You shed your top leaving you in just your skirt and bra. Before he could give another demand, you unhook your bra, revealing your breasts to him. Like a moth to flame, his hands were already fondling them.He played with your nipples, watching your face contort in pleasure as he snuck two fingers in your wetness. He pulls you into a kiss, muting both of your moans. You were making such a mess all over his hand. He loved having this power over you and he wanted to abuse the hell out of it.

“Want me to fuck you?” He says pulling away from your lips. His fingers kept going as he asked you this question, wanting to watch you struggle as you answer him.

“Pl-please, Gojo.” You squeal as he moves his finger in a ‘come here’ motion

“Mmm, Please what?” A devilish smile spreads across his face as he teases you. He wanted to see you as worked up as you got him on the daily.

“Fuck me.” You cry out as the tips of his fingers graze your g spot. He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before turning you around. He bends you over the counter, taking a good look at your dripping folds before he rubs the tip of his dick through them.

“Uhh, you’re so wet, princess. I bet I’ll slide right in.” He says as he lines himself up to your entrance.

He grabs your hips as he pushes into you, stopping half way. You both let out a porngraphic moan as you sucked him in. His nails dig into your hips as he thrusted towards you, closing the gap between you two. Now he was left speechless. He felt your walls clenching on him and it felt nothing like he’d imagined, it was sooooo much better. He didn’t even give you time to adjust.

“Holy shit, y-you feel so good.” You whined as he bucked his hips.

Gojo couldn’t form any words. All he muttered out was ‘Yea?’ in between his moans. It was the feeling of your walls clenching around him that made him pick up the pace. He wanted to get as deep as he could. You grip the counter top, attempting to brace yourself as he fucks you stupid. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he bends down and whispers, “Ugh, your pussy is so good, Y/N.” straight into your ear.

“Keep talking to me like that, baby.” You beg as he steadily thrusts into you.

“Why would I stop? I’ve wanted this for so long. Mmm, I’m so lucky to have my dick in the student council president.” He grips your hair to pull you close to him. “If only you knew how many times I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.” He changed his pace to powerful deep thrusts which jolted you forward everytime his hips met your ass.

Every word he was saying was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. His words turned into moans and kisses, signaling you he was close too. He lets go of your hair and grabs your ass instead. Smacking it a few times as he moaned your name. His thrusts start to get sloppy but he holds you in place as he pushes so far into you.

“You deserve to cum, baby. Fill me up.” You moan looking back at him with lust in your eyes.

You wanted to make him happy since he constantly thinks of you. You wanted this moment to be everything he’d ever imagined.

“Yea? You’re such a slut for me, fuuuuccck.” He groans as he comes undone.

His warm ropes of cum coat your walls, that last thrust sending you overboard as well. Filling you up was an understatement.

“Woah, let’s clean you up and then we can study.” He says as he pulls out of you.

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Speechless (Part 1)

Nerdjo x Reader

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“Ooo, that’s not good.” Gojo says looking at your test grade as you wallow in disappointment at the table.

This is the second math test in a row that you’ve scored a 70/100 on. If you don’t ace the next one, your parents aren’t going to pay for you to go to Osaka this summer.

“Gojo, I don’t know what to do. I literally have perfect grades in every other subject. Why does math have to be so hard?” You whine into the table.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, prez.” He says as he rolls up your test and hits you on the back of the head with it. You lift your head off the table and sit up, looking up at Gojo’s blue eyes as he stands next to you.

You grab your test from him and say, “I need to start studying for the next test TONIGHT.”

Gojo places his hand on the back of his neck and takes a breath. He wanted to ask you if you wanted him to tutor you, but he was too nervous you’d say no. You are the president of the student council and Gojo is your vice president. You’re pretty popular due to you being so heavily involved with extracurricular activities at your university. Gojo is the smartest in the school but not as popular as you since he kept to himself most of the time. Most people were intimidated by him. When you both got elected, he knew that was the only way he’d get to talk to you. You two often saw each other throughout the week and had lunch together regularly but you’ve never had a conversation outside of student council.

“I….I can help you study. If you want me to. I’m not busy tonight.” He says quietly.

“Would you? You can stay over for dinner and everything!” You exclaimed.

“Yea, sure.” Gojo says trying to be normal about the fact that he’s going over to his crushes house.

“YES! I’m gonna pass for sure this time.” You wrap your arms around his tall frame and frantically say, “thankyouthankyouthankyou.”

The apples of Gojo’s cheeks turn pink at the sudden physical contact with you. You look up at him realizing he was startled by you hugging him and let go.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked first.” You say backing from him.

You didn’t realize his body was so…solid. From that hug alone, you felt how toned his stomach was. Knowing that made you pretty curious.

“N-no, it’s okay.” He says trying to compose himself.

“Cool, do you have any more classes today? If not, we can head over to mine now. I’d hate to just have you over to study.”

“I don’t have anything else today. It'd be fun to finally hang outside of school.” He says as he packs his bag.

“Great! I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship, Gojo. Don’t you?” You say knowing damn well it’ll make him blush.

“That is, if we have anything in common.” He teases back to your surprise. You both start walking out of the board room, walking side by side, heading to the train station.

“Of course we do! We’re in the student council together, which means we should have something in common. Do you read manga?”

“Nooope.” He sings.

“Anime?”

“Eh, I used to watch but not since I started college.”

“….music? You have to listen to music…” you say flashing him a face of disgust as you reach the station. You get in front of him to lead him to your train.

“Of course, I listen to music, Y/N. But It wouldn’t be anything you’d like…. I like sweets though.” He says getting out his card to swipe through the gates.

“Eating sweets isn’t a hobby…” you swipe your card to get through the gates. It’s crowded as usual. You grab his hand, making sure you don’t lose him in the sea of people. His hands were big and soft, the tips of his fingers a bit calloused. You rushed on the train holding Gojo’s hand as the doors opened. The crowd of people push you both toward the window.

“Ugh, I can’t believe how cramped this is.” You say trying to adjust yourself not realizing your butt is brushing up against Gojo’s crotch. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this was happening in broad daylight. His face turned bright red.

“Y/N, pl-please turn around. I can’t…” he mumbles in your ear.

You look down, realizing just how close you were to him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how flustered you made him. You never notice him get like this over you but yet again you guys had never hung out. He places his hand against the wall of the train, creating the smallest space for you.

“Ahhh, I’m sorry Gojo.” You say turning to face him.

“It’s fine, not your fault.” He says trying his hardest to play it off.

You two didn’t talk much on the train ride to your place. It was filled with sexual tension though. You two were so close that whenever Gojo looked down, he got a great view of your breasts. When you looked up, you were met with a view of his sharp jawline and collarbones. You hoped the train would make a hard stop so that he would move closer.

“This is my stop, let’s go.” You say leading him off the train.

Once you get off the train and leave the station, you propose that you stop at the convenience store near your place. Gojo agrees and you both head in.

“Get anything you want, I got you.” You say as you look at the shelves.

He nods and starts to look around. You grab a few snacks and drinks and walk up to the counter to check out. Gojo comes up behind you and places his hand full of things on the counter. It was all sweets… damn he was not kidding. You pay for everything and he grabs the bag from the clerk.

“Thanks.” He says as you two start walking to your apartment.

“You're welcome. Thank you for asking to tutor me. My apartment is right up here. I’m on the 4th floor.” You say as you walk up the stairs with him following you.

Once you get to your place, you both take your shoes off at the door and get comfortable in the living room. He spread out all the snacks on the table as if they were all on display.

“Can I get you something to drink? Tea?” You ask.

“Yea, oolong is good. Do you live alone?” He asks, sitting on the ground.

“Yea, I do. My family lives out of the country while I go to school here. I’m sure you know I’m a foreigner by my appearance, that’s not much of a shock.”

“That’s cool. Your place is really cozy. I wouldn’t have imagined it to look like this.” He says as he takes a bite out of whatever snack he chose.

“You’ve imagined what my apartment looks like?” You say.

“You’re the prettiest girl in our graduating class, Y/N. Every guy has thought about what the inside of your apartment looks like.” He says nonchalantly.

You look up from the tea that you’re preparing, shocked that he said that to you. Was this the same guy that was blushing from you giving him a hug earlier? He gets up from the floor and smirks at you.

“Speechless? I don’t know why… you are on every guy's mind right now.” He says as he walks over to the kitchen.

He gets directly behind you, pressing the bulge in his pants on your ass. You couldn’t even pretend to understand where this confidence came from. You bite your lip in anticipation, waiting to see what his next move is.

“I fear that you’ve been on my mind the most.”

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Trouble (Part 2)

Nanami x Y/N Reader

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“Don’t get yourself in trouble.” His voice coated with lust.

You furrow your brows, cock your head to the side and say, “Why would I be in trouble?”

He lets out a laugh as he walks to your side of the desk. He towers over you while you stay seated. He was asserting his dominance and it was working. You look up at him with pleading eyes, speechless as to what is about to happen next.

“What is it that you want, Y/N?” He teases you, blurring the lines between seductive and casual.

“I-uh, I want…I.” You stumble over your words as he stares down at you with a straight face.

He gets on his knees in front of you, meeting you at eye level as you sit. He rests his hands on your knees as if he would pry them open at any moment.

“No reason to get shy, gorgeous. Tell me what it is that you want?” He added in a low whisper.

His words send a spark down to your center and you can barely breathe. You’re the only thing stopping him from having his way with you. You’ve got to say something.

“I….I want you to touch me.” The words fall from your lips softly as a mischievous smirk spreads across his face.

He unbuttons your blouse and slides his hands under your thin bralette. Your nipples instantly get hard at his touch. His grip on your breast was tight but his touch was gentle. He started massaging them, taking your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb. He was fascinated by the faces you made as he played with your tits; so much that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.

He stops fondling your breasts and stands up. You pout at him, wanting him to continue. He flashes you a soft smile and says, “Sit on your desk.”

You stand up and sit on your desk. You open your legs slightly as you stare at Kento with lust in your eyes. He stands between your legs, placing his hand on your jawline. He kisses you softly at first, showing some restraint. You graze your hand over the bulge in his pants causing him to moan in your mouth. He pulls you closer which deepens your kiss.

He pried your legs open with one hand and hiked up your skirt with the other. He pulls your panties to the side, revealing just how turned on you are. He pulls away from your kiss, to admire you. You can’t help but to squirm as he stares at your most sensitive part. He runs his pointer finger through your wet folds, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” He brings that same finger to his mouth, covering it in his saliva.

He made sure to keep direct eye contact when he bent down and took your pussy in his mouth. He immediately added his fingers. You hum in delight, feeling his thick fingers pump in and out of you while he lapped up your juices. Your plump thighs caressed his face as he devoured you whole. It took everything for you to not scream his name. Using both your hands, you covered your mouth to stop your moans from being heard. You were already coming undone on his face. Feeling your walls clench around his fingers made him eager to fuck you. He wanted to show some restraint, thinking that’s what a gentleman should do. However, his dick was throbbing through his pants when he heard your muffled whimpers as you came in his face. You pull him close, placing your mouth by his ear and say, “I want the real thing, unbuckle your belt.”

Nanami pauses looking at you with his signature straight face. He seriously didn’t want to get you in trouble. However, he would be stupid to turn you down considering that he’s been wanting this for weeks. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and unbuckles his belt. His pants fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He slides his underwear down to reveal his veiny member, oozing precum. You were drooling at the sight of it, you couldn’t help but to stare. Nanami has you lay your back on the desk, placing your weight on your elbows.

“I want to see that gorgeous face.” He groans as he’s in between your legs, gently rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds. “You can’t be loud, sweetheart. Promise me you’ll keep it down?” He whispers.

You nod your head yes and lift your legs up to your chest. He slowly pushes his girthy shaft into your tight hole. Your eyes immediately meeting the back of your skull. You squirm under him as you adjust to his size. His face was burning seeing you like this, being so close to you, and feeling your heat wrapped around him.

“Ahh, just like that.” He whispers while looking down at you. He begins thrusting into you, only going deeper with each thrust. While this was a quiet sex position, it was one that pushed you straight into euphoria. Your fingers clung to the edge of the desk as he drilled into you carefully, wanting to avoid the sound of your ass clapping. The moans that we’re falling out of your mouth grew louder the closer he got to your g spot.

His hand flies over your mouth as he whispers, “You want everyone to hear you getting fucked in your office?” You quickly nod your head no as he continues burying his cock in you.

He sucks in a breath and lets out a,“That’s my girl. I’m so close already, baby. You’re doing such a good job.” You hook your stocking covered legs upon his shoulders. He nuzzles face to your calf, leaving small kisses on your legs as he continues to snap his hips forward.

Every praise that left his mouth brought you closer to your orgasm. He started whispering sweet nothings to you, making the knot in your stomach grow more intense.

“Oh god, I’m cumming.” You say in a high pitched voice as you dig your nails into your desk, chipping the paint.

“Ugh, yea. I’m gonna fill you up, Y/N. I’ll take care of you. It’s too good. You’re so good.” He groans lightly, his hips moving at an alarming rate.

Your breathing quickens as your muscles start to tighten around him. He winces and groans as he feels your walls pulsating around him. The sight and feeling of you coming undone made him cover your walls with thick coats of his cum. You were startled by the amount of cum he’s pumping into you but you wanted every drop. He leans forward to kiss you, muting the soft moans that we’re falling out of both your mouths. You both ride out your orgasms, making out with each other.

“I'm so sorry, Ms. Y/N. I couldn’t help myself.” He says as he pulls away from the kiss, staring into your eyes lovingly. He pulls out of you and grabs the tissue box on the bookshelf for you.

“Don’t apologize. I definitely started it.” You laugh while wiping your inner thighs.

He pulls his pants up, tucking in his shirt before buttoning his pants. You fix your panties and stand up in front of him. He helps you fix your clothes, making sure you looked just as perfect as you did before he fucked you.

“I should probably get out of here and let you work, huh?” He says buttoning up your shirt.

“Yea, I should do my job…I guess.” You say looking up at him.

He kisses your forehead and walks over to grab his bag off the hook.

“Y/N, would you want to get lunch together? As a date?” He asks directly.

You get goosebumps from his words.

“Yes, I’d love to.” You say with a smile.

“Great,” he grabs a business card from your desk and says, “I’ll text you.”

I loved writing this mini series!! Nanami, the man you are 😩 I hope you guys liked it! Shoutout to the Nanami divas❤️

Part one

Masterlist

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Yall don’t come for me… I know the votes were for Alucard x Reader One shot (even though I just POSTED A TWO PART) but I just started a Nanami x Reader one shot and it’s giiiivvinnnggg!!!

Nanami reads at the library reader works at and they have been secretly crushing on each other. Three weeks pass by and reader realizes that he’s not going to make the first move. (A king that doesn’t bother women unsolicitedly) just know Nanami is about to talk the panties off of reader!!!!

That’s all I’m disclosing about the next one shot. IT IS SMUT OF COURSE. Expect it to be done in like a week maybe less idk it’s a hot one I might just plow through it 🫡

I’ll Take You (Part One)

Alucard x Reader Mini Series

It had been another day of traveling for Alucard. He’d rather his feet be aching from walking than spending another second talking to dolls he had made of his friends. He found himself in a major city in Europe this evening, which made sense, starting this journey almost a month ago.

“I’m sure there’s plenty to do in a city as lively as this one.” He mumbles to himself, making a brief stop to scan the flyers on the town bulletin board.

“Traveling musicians from the West Indies… it would be a good idea to hear some music. I’ve been talking to myself for far too long. Social interaction would be good.”

Making his way to the tavern, he hears a distinctive song being sung by a perplexing voice. He had never heard anything like it. He follows the tantalizing sound of a woman’s voice, no an angels voice. The sound gracing his ears the closer he got to it. He finally laid his eyes on the source, your skin glistening in the moon light as you sang notes as softly as birds do. Alucard couldn’t tell if he was more amazed by your beauty or your ability to sing so impeccably. As the last note left your mouth, you opened your eyes. Immediately gasping, not expecting to see a blonde man staring at you at the end of the alleyway.

“Don’t be startled. I just heard you singing and I had to come see who was making such beautiful noise.” Quickly reassuring you that he’s not a threat.

“Oh, thank you very much.” As he stepped closer, you take in his striking features. His amber eyes, his long blonde hair that sat perfectly on his head, and his physique…he was quite the looker to you.

“Are you apart of the traveling musicians from the West Indies?” He softly asks, barely opening his mouth.

“I am. I mostly sing, but I also play harp. Are you here for the performance?” Your accent sticking out to his ears. It wasn’t your typical West Indie accent. It sounded like a collaboration of dialects forced into one person.

“I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you….” He paused waiting for you to say your name.

“Y/N.” You admit.

His cold hand reach for yours as he bows while kissing your knuckles and says, “I’m Adrian.” His amber eyes locking onto your (eye color) ones, delicately releasing your hand.

“The pleasure is mine Adrian. I have to be on stage in a few minutes. May we talk more after the show?”

“Yes, please find me. I look forward to it.” You look back as you open the back door into the building taking in his beauty one last time before you perform.

He heads into the tavern, leaning his back against the further wall to get the best view of the stage. You walk out carrying your compact harp, gracing everyone with your beauty. The crowd of evidently drunk men start to cheer. Gliding your fingers against the strings to start the song, the audience quiets down. Your voice complimenting the angelic sound of your instrument makes Alucard’s heart skip a beat. Completely engulfed by your sound, he hadn’t felt like this in years. You make eye contact with him as you play the last chords of the song. The audience bursts in applause.

“Thank you very much. Up next we have our drummers of the west indies.” You walk back stage out of Alucards sight.

Every other act, he got to see you in your true habitat. He could watch you all night and that’s exactly what he did. He stood there waiting for you as the tavern eventually cleared out the later it got. The tavern filled with only regulars now. You make your way over to him with your harp strapped to your back as he flashes you a closed mouth smile.

“Did you like the show?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.

“It was beautiful. You’re very talented, truly one of a kind. You should be performing in halls, auditoriums even. Bravo, darling.”

“Handsome and kind, you’re a rarity. Where are you from Adrian?” Alucard smirks at your compliment, his smile growing alittle bit wider. You get glimpses of his sparkling teeth, his canines looking sharper than average.

“Romania. It’s very cold there. I’m assuming you haven’t been.”

“I have not, but I would love to go one day. You see, I want to travel the whole world. Both my parents were traveling musicians, so it’s ingrained in me. Why do you travel?”

“Bored.” He lets out a small giggle and smiles even wider. “Would you want to go for a walk?” He adds in a low whisper, right next to your ear.

You’re succumbed with goosebumps as his cold presence got closer to you. Alucard knows you can see his teeth and yet you still stand in front of him, nodding your head yes to leave the tavern.

“You’re not afraid?” His breath hitting the side of your neck, jump starting your pulse. Scared was the last emotion you felt. You wanted him.

“If you wanted to do anything, you would’ve done it in that alleyway.” You whisper back.

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This part one of this mini series!! I took the answers from the poll serious guys. Part one is fluff so you already know part two will be smut.

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NAKIDORI is LIVE on Ao3

Nakidori is a Hawks x FemOC fanfic. There’s smut and fluff, character development, romance, funny moments ETC. you guys should check it out!

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๖ۣۜᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆mᥱ 𝗍᥆ mᥡ 𝗍ᥕіs𝗍ᥱძ ᥴᥲᑲᥲrᥱ𝗍 ༻࿌𖣘

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★彡 ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ 彡★

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𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! <3

Who is that?

Hawks x Reader

“Who is that?” Keigo says to himself as he pulls away from the current conversation he was having with interviewers.

He’s never had someone grab his attention so abruptly. This woman had a cream colored silk dress on with crystals hanging down her back. Her skin glistened under the jewels and the lights in the ball room. Her hair was in an updo with a few locs framing her face. She was having a conversation with Aizawa. Keigo makes his way over to introduce himself. 

“Aizawa, how are you?” Keigo says interrupting their conversation. 

The mystery woman smiles at him. Aizawa looks confused as if they didn’t have a conversation earlier. 

“I’m still doing fine?” Aizawa replies. 

Ignoring Aizawa’s sarcastic comment, Keigo keeps pushing the conversation. 

“I didn’t know you were bringing someone to this event?” Keigo questions Aizawa. 

“Oh, he didn’t bring me. I’m a new teacher at U.A. this term. Mrs. Y/N. Hero name, Aerial. ” She says holding out her hand to shake his. 

Keigo smiles at the fact that she was not Aizawa’s date AND she’s also not married. He reaches for her hand and kisses the back of it. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Hawks.” 

You smile at him. You both felt instant chemistry with each other. It was so much chemistry that they didn’t notice Aizawa had walked away a few moments ago. 

“Aizawa’s disappeared.” You say looking around the room.

“Yea, he does that. Probably getting a drink or sleeping somewhere. I don’t know what that man does with his time.” Keigo says as he shrugs his shoulders. 

You giggle and say, "that’s too bad. He was suppose to introduce me to more pros.” 

Keigo seems confused by her statement. What other hero would she need to meet? She’s already met the number two hero in Japan.

“Well lucky for you! I happen to know all of them.” Keigo says. 

“Really? And why is that?” You ask. 

She genuinely has no idea who Hawks is… and he LOVES that. 

“Did you just move to Japan???” Keigo asks. 

“Yes…what does that have to do with the question I just asked?” You backtrack. 

“Nothing.” Keigo says bluntly. 

“…..okay…..are you gonna answer my question as to why you know ALL of them?” You backtrack once again. 

“OH! Cuz I’m a hero.” Keigo says as he fluffs up his wings. 

You laughs and say “well, yes… everyone here is either a teacher or a hero and I haven’t seen you on campus this past week so I would assume you’re a hero. That still does not answer my question as to why you know ALL of the heroes.” 

“Oh I’m just active in the community. You know networking and stuff.” Keigo says shutting down her concerns. 

You laugh again. You find him charming but you'd be lying if you said you weren't concerned about his baby face. You're 22 with a baby face as well so can’t make out a clear judgement of his age. 

“So how long have you been a hero, Hawks.” You say redirecting the conversation. 

“Since I was 18. I opened up my own hero agency the same year I started. I’m 23 now.” Keigo says trying to impress her. 

“That’s very impressive. You must be a hardworking man.” You reply hiding your excitement to know that this charming man infront of you is your age. 

“I am. And you?” Keigo says. 

You think about the question for a second. You're very hesitant to give information about herself to people you don’t know. It’s just how you were raised. 

“I started when I was 18 too. I did some hero work in the states and I was music teacher part time to save up to move here! Now I’m 22 and working as a teacher at U.A.” You say. 

“Awh, you were a music teacher? That must’ve been so fun. Do you have a music quirk?” Keigo asks. 

“No, I can control the air around me and in my body. Hence my hero name being Aerial.” You say as you create a tiny tornado on your finger tip. 

“That’s a really impressive quirk. You’re going to make an excellent teacher for the next generation of heroes.” Keigo says genuinely impressed.

You smile and say, “ thank you.” 

Present Mic comes up behind you and taps you on the shoulder.

“So sorry to interrupt but, we need you on stage with the rest of the new teachers. We’re going to introduce you guys.” 

“I’ll head over in a second thank you.” She responds. 

She opens her clutch and hands Keigo a card. 

“I’ve got to go but I hope we can see each other again soon. Reach out if you want a piano or singing lesson, okay?” She says with a smile. 

She shakes Keigo’s hand one more time and walks towards stage. 

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You can read the follow up of this mini series right here.

I'm going to start posting more of my one shots! I have always been a writer that never posts my work but I'm looking to change that. Anyway, here's another Oneshot from a fic I decided to trash. Hope you all enjoy!

Please do not steal or alter my writings <3

a bird that can't sing.....

Keigo x reader One Shot

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“Sorry for the wait. I’m all yours now.”

“I love this outfit on you.." Keigo blurts out the minute he sees you.

“I’ve never gotten so many compliments from a student before.” You say sitting down at your piano. 

He follows you and stands next to the piano. You play a couple of arpeggios to warm your hands up. Keigo watches in amazment. 

“So what do you wanna work on for your first singing lesson.” You ask him.

Keigo starts to laugh and says,”what if I said I just wanted to hang out with you and didn’t know how to ask you so I took up your offer for a singing lesson?” 

“That’s too bad because I’m already in the mood to teach a lesson.” 

Keigo throws his head back and groans,”UGGGHHHHHHH, fine.” 

“You got yourself into this. We can cut it short and then discuss why you had to LIE to just hang out with me.” you say bluntly. 

He flutters his wings and stands up straight.

“Yes, Mrs. Y/N. Sorry, Mrs. Y/N.” Keigo says. 

“Glad to see your ready. We’re gonna start with matching pitch.”

You start by playing middle C. You look at Keigo to match the pitch you just played. The moment he opens his mouth, he was terribly out of tune. 

“Oh okay.....that was bad.” 

Keigo’s jaw drops and he looks suprised by your statement. 

“Are you this RUDE to your students?” 

“Being honest and RUDE are two different things. Next and last pitch. Making you sing in key is above my pay-grade.” 

Keigo laughs and prepares himself to sing again. You play A3. Keigo is terrible out of tune again. 

“Alright, so....what do you wanna do? You’re just awful.” You say as you stand up from your piano bench. 

“Damn, okay….Watch a movie?” Keigo suggest as he pouts. He's fully acting as if he wanted the singing lesson, which he did not.

“Sure and while we pick a movie...we can discuss your lies.” You saunter over to the kitchem

Keigo follows you and says ,”Are you mad at me?” 

“Yeaaa.” You answer jokingly. 

Keigo pretends to bang his head against the wall and proceeds to get on his knees in front of you. He begs for forgiveness.

“I only lied because I was nervous. You’re just so pretty and gorgeous and cool and I’m so lame for lying. I don’t even like to lie! I panicked but now I’m at your house and we’re about to watch a movie and all is right in the world. Please forgive me. I don’t even deserve to sit next to someone as honest and beautiful as you. I’ll be a good boy from here on out, Mrs.Y/N.” Keigo says exaggeratedly.

Your blushing so hard, you can’t even look him in the eye. The begging, calling himself a good boy, and him being on his knees. He's playing some sort of game.

“Okay,okay just get off my floor. I forgive you. I actually think it’s sweet you went through all this trouble just to spend time with me.” You says. 

Keigo gets off the floor and says,” I meant every word I said. I panicked I just wanted to have a reason to see you.” 

You smile and wraps your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. Keigo gets red in the face, feeling your breasts pressed up against his chest. He hugs you back by wrapping his arms around your waist. You both took a moment in time to feel each others warmth. Keigo started to squeeze you tighter and you nuzzled your head in his neck. 

“You’re so warm.” Keigo mumbles. 

His big hands rubbed up and down your back. You were both exhausted and this moment of silence and stillness was something you both appreciated. 

“Is it inappropriate to just ask if we could cuddle and chat in my bed? I’m just really exhausted from the day and I just wanna lay down but I don’t want you to go.” You admit. 

“I’m okay with that. I’m tired too.” Keigo agrees. 

You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to your bed room where you spent the night getting to know each other and fell asleep in each others arms. 

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A chapter I wrote for a fic I decided to never finish. what can ya dooooo.

Hope you liked it!

y’alllllll i’m gonna start writing fan fic. drop some recommendations you’d wanna read🤭

࿐ ࣪ ۪ INTRODUCING DEER READER

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Their random pair group science project in THE 70s

CHRIS & HAMZAH – ELECTRICITY

Why They Got Paired: Mr. Calloway assigned them when they both took too long picking a partner.

Where They Worked: Chris’s basement, but mostly just goofed off.

How They Split the Work: Chris insisted he had a “vision” for the project but did no actual research. Hamzah tried to take notes but kept getting sidetracked by Chris’s nonsense.

Final Grade: C-.

WORKING TOGETHER

Chris and Hamzah met up at Chris’s house on Saturday afternoon, but calling it a “work session” would be a stretch. Chris’s basement was dimly lit, old band posters peeling off the walls, a stack of records leaning against a dusty turntable. A single lightbulb flickered overhead, which Chris immediately used as a teachable moment.

“See that?” he said, pointing dramatically. “Electricity, man. That’s our project right there. The light flickers, and boom. science.”

Hamzah exhaled through his nose. “That is literally not how that works.”

Chris flopped onto the couch, tossing a football in the air. “Yeah, but like… imagine if we just walked in, pointed at the lights, and said, ‘Electricity. You need it. We got it.’ Then sat back down.”

Hamzah ran a hand down his face. “I cannot fail this class, dude.”

Chris sat up, suddenly serious. “You think I’m gonna let you fail? Trust me, I got this.”

He did not have this.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, all they had was a half-finished poster with the words Electricity: It’s Important! scrawled across the top in marker. Hamzah, fully resigned to his fate, shook his head.

“We’re bombing this.”

Chris grinned. “Nah, man. We got charisma. That’s half the battle.”

PRESENTATION DAY

Standing at the front of the classroom, Chris tried to hold it together. Hamzah, on the other hand, was already choking back laughter.

“Alright,” Chris started, gripping the edge of the poster like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “So, electricity. You need it. We got it.”

Hamzah pressed a fist to his mouth, shoulders shaking.

“It’s, uh… real important,” he managed, voice cracking slightly.

Chris cleared his throat.

“Right. So. Electricity comes from, uh, power plants… and lightning. And, like, when you plug stuff in, boom. It works.”

Mr. Calloway pinched the bridge of his nose. “Explain the diagram.”

Chris turned to their hastily drawn diagram of a battery, wires, and a lightbulb, none of which were labeled.

“Right, so you got electrons. They, uh, zoom through wires—”

Hamzah, tears in his eyes while scratching the back of his neck, added, “Not scientifically accurate, but sure.”

Chris powered through.

“And they make stuff work. That’s basically it.”

A silence hung in the air. Then, from the back of the room, Nate muttered, “Genius.”

The class erupted into laughter.

MANDY & QUEN – PHOTOSYNTHESIS

Why They Got Paired: They picked each other.

Where They Worked: The library, but mostly spent time laughing, giggling, gossiping.

How They Split the Work: Mandy did the research. Quen made the project visually appealing and cute.

Final Grade: A-.

WORKING TOGETHER

Mandy and Quen sat at a library table, surrounded by open textbooks and crumpled notes.

“So, photosynthesis,” Mandy said, flipping through a book. “It’s how plants turn sunlight into energy. They take in carbon dioxide and release oxygen.”

Quen twirled a pen between her fingers. “So, plants are out here minding their business, making their own food, not needing anyone?”

Mandy smirked. “Exactly.”

Quen tapped her chin. “Independent queens. Love that.”

Mandy rolled her eyes but was clearly amused. “Yes, Quen. Plants are independent queens.”

Quen grinned and started sketching a tree with sunglasses onto their poster.

PRESENTATION DAY

Mandy stood confidently at the front of the room while Quen adjusted their colorful poster on the chalkboard.

“Photosynthesis is the process in which plants convert sunlight into energy,” Mandy explained.

Quen nodded, leaning into the mic. “Basically, plants are self-sufficient badasses.”

Mr. Calloway sighed. “Academic language, please.”

Mandy fought a smile. “Right. Plants absorb sunlight through chlorophyll, take in carbon dioxide, and release oxygen. It’s why we can breathe.”

Quen gasped. “Breathing?! I love doing that.”

The class chuckled.

MATT & MARTIN – THE SCIENCE OF SOUND

Why They Got Paired: They were the last ones left.

Where They Worked: Martin’s attic, surrounded by random junk.

How They Split the Work: Matt tried to keep things on track. Martin kept derailing into weird facts.

Final Grade: B.

WORKING TOGETHER

Matt sat on the floor with a notebook, actually trying to work. Martin was balancing a spinning record on one finger.

“Did you know the loudest sound ever recorded was from a volcano in 1863?” Martin said suddenly.

Matt sighed. “Martin.”

“People heard it from 3,000 miles away. Imagine just chillin’ and then—BAM—volcano.”

“Martin, focus.”

“This is focus.”

Matt gave up.

PRESENTATION DAY

Matt cleared his throat. “Sound is made when vibrations travel through the air and reach your eardrum.”

Martin grinned. “Also, dolphins use echolocation, which means they’re basically underwater superheroes.”

Matt exhaled slowly. “Please ignore him.”

Mr. Calloway rubbed his temples.

“Moving on.”



Mr. Calloway sat back in his as the bell rang chair, rubbing his temples as the last presentation ended. Some were disasters, some were impressive, and some were just… what they were.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s just hope the next two project turns out better.”

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