Break A Sweat - Billy Hargrove

acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

I hate that there's barely any fanfics or fans for this game :,((

Girl I just had an idea and I immediately went to you 😳

Ok so imagine the hantengu clones s/o stuck in a wall or a fence don't matter but like I know it gets steamy once they see their s/o in that position 🤞🏾

Dumb slayer♡

YOU'RE BRAIN IS AMAZING 🙈🙈🙈 the way I kept giggling and kicking my feet making this😆😆

Warnings: fem!reader, reader is mentioned to be a swordsman (but is dating the clones lol), 5some, public sex, humiliation, throat fucking, praising and Degrading, rough sex

"So... how did you manage to get yourself stuck here?" Aizetsu asked, looking at you with more pity than usual, letting you hold onto his hands for support. "W-well, I was training, and I tried to use a new breath form, and it flew me back, so I'm here now," you said, looking at Aizetsu.

"Fucking idiot" Sekido said on the other side of the wall. You and hear the loud laughter of Karaku and Urogi and you felt like dying from the embarrassment "what kind of breath form makes a human fly back in this postion!?" Urogi laughed at you harder. "If only you could see how funny you look," Karaku said.

You couldn't take the embarrassment anymore and covered your face. "Can you guys just help me out of this, please!? I can't get out, " you said, almost crying. Aizetsu was the only one who felt bad for you in this state and just moved your hands away from your face and held your hands. "Don't cry it'll make me sad..." Aizetsu looked at you with a frown.

"Even though you look ridiculous like this, it's still a great view... perfect level for me too, " Karaku said, looking at your ass. You use your muscle strength to lift your legs up and cover yourself from behind as much as possible. "Why are you hiding yourself from us? It's not like we've seen you without this skirt on before," Urogi chuckles, lifting your skirt up with his Tallons.

You looked back. You dont know why you looked back since there was just the wall you were stuck in, but you just felt a cold claw lift your skirt up and grop your ass. You turn back to Aizetsu and get a glance at his hard dick print through his pants. Aizetsu took notice and held your hands tighter. "Sorry y/n... y-you just look so cute in this position."

"Fuck yeah she gose" Karaku said pressing his thumb on the wet spot on your panties making you wiggle your hips from the pleasure. Karaku chuckles and uses his fingers to rub at your clit "I don't think I wanna help you out of this postion just yet" he said

You couldn't see the others but you could tell what they weren't going to help you until they've been satisfied. you bit your lip feeling yourself getting more and more turned on from ho Karaku kept rubbing his fingers on your clothed pussy, the sexual desire grew more and more and you made sure to look around. Aizetsu raised his eye brow "are you okay? Does it hurt being stuck like this? You poor thing..." he said.

You shake your head to Aizetsu's question, "....th-theres no one around out here, right? Except you guys, right?" You asked, and Aizetsu nodded. "Sadly no," Urogi answered with disappointment in his tone, but you know he had a big grin on his face. "Then let's make this quick, ok?".

Aizetsu pulled his cock out the second you gave the okay "stick out your tounge~ please-" he said only to be shoved by Sekido who came from the other side of the wall "you're always having her suck you off. Since you want to be fucked like a slut in public you're sucking my cock frist" he said pulling it out and Urogi groans "what about me!?" He yelled "y/n can take care of all three of us... she's done it before" Aizetsu said softly as the 3 demon men surround you with their hard cocks in your face.

Karaku stayed behind you and pulled down your panties "fuck~ usually I'd take my time tounge fucking you dumb but.." he let out a heavy sigh, sticking his long tounge out letting a huge glop of saliva fall from it onto your hole making it slide down to your pussy to lubricant it "our princess asked so nicely for us to be quick" he smirked and slowly pushes his thick cock inside you "taking me so good, like always" he said thrusting his cock I'm your tight hole

You gasped at Karaku's sudden movements not letting you adjust like usual to his size and your mouth hung open with loud moans escaping your mouth only to have Sekido's cock shoved having you quiet down. "Hurry up. Get to work," he says and lets out a groan when you Bob your head sucking him off moaning on his cock. You looked over at Aizetsu and Urogi on the opposite sides of you and use your hands to jerk them off.

"Aah~ y-y/n your hand feels so good~ squeeze my cock a little, please~" Aizetsu said already becoming a moaning mess "if only you could see yourself right now" Urogi laughed enjoying how you're struggling to suck Sekido off with your hands busy and nothing to hold on for support "but still. You look so fucking pretty like this" he said pulling your head up by your hair after a few minutes of sucking sekido's cock and then shoves his cock in your mouth "fuckk~ thats right moan on it princess" Urogi moans

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sekido yelled "oh fuck off. you had your turn" Urogi argues, thrusting his cock in your mouth "that's it, fucking take it, keep moaning on my cock it feels so good" he smirks. "I wanna hear those pretty moans too but your mouth is so full of cock isn't it y/n" Karaku teased, snapping his hips faster. grabbed your ass to see the thick white ring on his cock making him moan in satisfaction "what a pretty mess" he spanks your ass making you moan loudly.

Aizetsu was getting Impatient and pushed Urogi after a few minutes and shoves his cock in your mouth holding your head "cant wait anymore- haa~ need to cum down this pretty throat" he whimpers softly with his eyes closed "make sure to take care of the others to y/n" Aizetsu said with broken moans and starts to fuck your throat.

You're eyes began to roll back with tears filling your water line getting plesured from behind and having another thick cock fuck your throat. The sounds of your moaned while having the sounds of your throat fucked sounded like heaven to their ears but you still needed to get the job done

Sekido tapped your face, snapping you back to your sense, and grabbed your hand, groaning and moaning in anger. "How dare not focus on me. Make this hand fucking useful and make me cum" he said as you start to jerk him off faster as well as urogi. Urogi let's out a laugh mixed with moans "look at her eyes rolling back, she's already fucked out! Keep making that face y/n" he said as his cock has pre cum leaking from it.

"You're close, aren't you? Cum on my cock slut i know you want- no you need too" Karaku said leaning down just enough to have his fingers rub on your clit as he pounds into you and moaned at how you clenched around him "fuck princess, fuck~ gonna cum- cumming, cumming!" Karaku moaned as he cums deep inside.

You moan loudly on Aizetsu's cock sending a Pleasurable vibration on his cock when you came on Karaku's. "Take it all. please, please, please" Aizetsu begs and trembles as he cums down your throat.

Urogi and Sekido came moments later getting it on your hand but some getting on your face, Aizetsu pulls his cock mouth your mouth and gasped letting your head fall but Aizetsu lifting up your chin "good girl" he says and kisses your forehead

"Not bad, this is a nice look on your" Sekido comments with a smirk on his face and Urogi chuckling at your weak form clinging onto Aizetsu.

Karaku spreads you open watching his cum leaking out of you and run down your legs "nah, she looks a lot better from back here~"

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ria can't stop thinkin' bout. . .

geto who’s OBSESSED with how sensitive you are

content: clitoral stimulation (alotta that), somnophilia, oral (fem!receiving), geto eats it thru ur underwear, clit biting / pinching, pussy slapping, teasing, squirting, nipple play, vibrators, shibari, overstimulation, crying geto’s nice and gentle but also like so mean omg i need him, this is in general just kinda filthy

wordcount: 955 words

geto who finds it so adorable how whiny his girlfriend gets whenever he teases her sensitive clit— not able to help the smile on his lips as he rubs the slowest of circles onto her sensitive nub, prodding and palpating for whichever part made her sob the loudest.

geto who‘d make his pretty princess lay down flat on her back, getting down next to her on his side— propping his head up with his fist as he drags his well manicured fingers through her wet slit. up— and down. . up— and down, making her clit throb with need.

“feel good, sweetheart?” he‘d drawl, voice gentle and velvety as he patiently waits for the pathetic little “uh huh!”‘s and “mh-hm!”‘s from you.

he loves the way you squirm for him— hips bucking up into his touch, hands covering your mouth or grabbing at his wrists. . , or both.

suguru who gets more and more adventurous with his touch— the gentle circles on your poor little clit now interrupted by an occasional pinch, squeezing the bundle of nerves between his thumb and middle finger.

those pinches would eventually fade over into gentle slaps. . and then mean, mean spanks to the poor bud.

but just imagine suguru eating you out. . drunk on your taste, your smell, the way you tug at his hair, the way your thighs clench around his head. .

he spends hours between your legs— his actions once again starting innocent, with the intent to please. sharp, golden eyes looking up at you as he presses a soft kiss to your clit. followed by experimental licks and sucks to the bud, his hands never once stopping the comforting caresses on your hips and lower belly.

these sweet gestures were also quick to turn lewd though— kisses turning into sucks turning into nibbles until he teasingly drags his pearly canine over your clit, biting down ever so slightly, eyes looking up at you still— intent of studying your reaction.

and oh did he enjoy it. . the soft little “sugu!” that left your mouth being more than just music to his ears. .

he‘s quick to turn into a messy eater, spitting on your puffy folds, spanking your cunt, smudging his saliva all over you. he‘s basically making out with your pussy— head moving in rhythm to the passionate drags and flicks of his talented tongue.

suguru whose hand immediately ( almost instinctively ) dives down between your legs whenever he‘s on top of you, sometimes only to cup your cunt gently, feeling the warmth of it against his palm and fingers— grinning when you begin to grind against his hand.

even when your sleeping he can’t help himself— shoving his hand down your shorts and letting his fingers ghost over your clothed slit— making you stir and groan in your sleep. it’s not long before he dips his hand into your ruined panties, rubbing tiny circles on your sensitive nub until he falls asleep as well.

and it‘s not to doubt that he‘d wake you up with that exact same treatment, sucking bruised into your neck from behind, hardened cock digging into your back as he massages your clit in circles, “g‘mornin‘, beautiful. .”

he finds it nothing short of amusing how sensitive you are even through your panties, rubbing you through your underwear, a gentle, yet condescending smile curling at his lips when you get all pouty, whining about wanting more as he trails sloppy kisses down from your mouth until he arrives at your pebbled nipples— shirt rolled up and stuffed into your mouth as he wraps his lips around the hardened bud, fingers slooowly drawing each letter of his name on your clothed clit.

suguru who also eats it through your panties— kissing and massaging the wet patch on your underwear, spitting on the pretty fabric and rubbing it in, wet material clinging to your cunt as he blows on it, the cool sensation sending shivers up your spine.

geto suguru who‘s nothing short of addicted to playing with your clit— no matter how many times you already came, hole drooling and clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled by his cock, or even his fingers at this point.

but being the ass he is, he merely teases your entrance, prodding at the quivering hole with the pad of his ring- and middle finger, only to drag them back up, smearing the gathered slick back onto your clit, slapping it harshly.

“c‘mon, pretty girl. . you got one more in there f‘me, you can do it. . .” he‘d coo about 20 times always promising your next orgasm would be your last, yet you knew that was almost never true.

it’s no surprise that at one point he wants to use toys on you— weather it‘s a little vibrating bullet he tapes to your clit, or a magic wand he can press against the nub, dragging it up and down, left and right, circling it teasingly.

although it doesn’t end there— as dedicated as he is, he‘d learn all the pretty ways he could tie you up in shibari, a little red knot of rope sitting tightly against your sore clit.

he‘d even go so far as to combine the two, tying a vibrator to your clit, thighs forced to squeeze shut around it, pressing it further into you, as all you can do is twitch and squeak for him to give you a break, tears clinging to your lashes from the overstimulation.

suguru whose mind slips into a feral state once he‘s made you squirt for the first time, the quick, messy movements of his palm on your cunt making your legs shake and your eyes roll back, spine arching off of his chest as you make a mess all over the bed and yourself.

geto suguru who just can’t get enough of all the ways he could torture your cute little cunt.

this literally left the tips of my horny ass thumbs so smoothly omg

They get along at last-

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Feral Gojo english dub highlights... Just close your eyes and listen..

fixable — b.h

billy hargrove x reader (gender neutral)

tw: cursing

inspired by a prompt from @babyprincessharrington <3 thank you!

in which billy makes a surprise visit to the reader after a breakup

a/n: first billy ficcc hope it’s not too awful 🫶🏻

the clock reads 2am as you’re finally in bed, ready to try and sleep the edge off, nothing but the white noise of your bedroom filling your ears.

it’s november, and although no windows are open, the atmosphere is cold enough to slink its way under your walls and into all throughout the house. the bone dried broken autumn leaves still falling even in glistening moonlight.

your boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend billy, snapped your heart in two only a month ago today. prior events were seeming to make this the hardest fall of your life, in more ways than just the weather.

you knew billy, though, and that just didn’t make sense. was he having another episode? with thoughts crowding your minds forefront, you’re brought back to reality by a startling knock on your window.

you knew of only one person who’d dare try and enter through your hellscape of a window. at 2am? in november? ‘guess it had to be serious.

another knock. “i’ve had a long day and you’re about to either be a waste of my time or the object of my tantrum. i’m calling the latter,” you say, as you pry open your window to find a dirty blonde mullet and a dangling earring.

“no need for all that, sweetness,” he calls as he pushes past you into your dark and quiet bedroom. you scoff and gently pull the window down, securing the cold to stay outside and not in.

“what the hell are you doing here,” it’s more of a statement, more disbelief than genuine concern.

“truth be told,” he pauses as he lights up a cigarette he extracts from his brown leather coat, “i’m not sure.”

this was so typical. wasting your time like this when it could be spent doing something much more fitting of the hour; sleeping.

“go to hell.”

“i’ll have to see you there then,” he slinks closer, gently placing a hand to your waist.

you scowl, the domino effect beginning as his face twists into a smile, knowing he’s done the right thing to garner a reaction. “do you know if hell has spots for shitty boyfriends? oh i’m sorry,” you mockingly clear your throat, “ex boyfriends?”

you stand there, eyes blazing as you stare up into his deathly glare. no ones a match for those blue eyes. no one.

he scoffs. “come on, y/n, don’t be like that,”

the new fallen silence consumes the room as he looms over you, dread clear in his expression, confusion clear in yours.

you suck in a deep breath and look down before you speak, knowing your next words might cause a riff. “you should leave, bill.”

you refuse to look up. what, meet his damned eyes that you’d never be able to look away from if given into? he couldn’t keep doing this. running back after he’d cooled off whether it be an hour later or a month later, this time the latter.

your thoughts are disrupted as he takes a hand and slowly lifts your chin with it, forcing you to meet his eyes.

your eyes are glossed over and you hope he can’t tell. the last thing he needs is to know you’re showing a sign of weakness. you’d hate for him to feel bad although you know deep down he should.

“i,” he stops short, not being able to continue his thought. squeezing his eyes shut, it’s as if he wants to tell you, but knows it wouldn’t be like him to. you press, hoping he’ll be willing to break the image for just a second, “what, bill?”

you lightly press a hand to his chest, showing him you’re at least attempting to break up some of the tension in the dim room.

“i can’t keep kissing strangers pretending they’re you.”

regret etching onto his features practically instantly after the words leave his mouth.

the air in the room suddenly feels exceptionally heavy. what did he just say?

“billy,”

he removes his hand from your chin and turns his back to you in a panicked motion, “no, y/n, don’t. spare me the pity bullshit.”

a single tear escapes your eye as you stand there facing his back, knowing once he turns around his old habits of wanting to protect you at all times will kick in.

“no billy listen,” your voice breaks against your will and in an instant, he’s turned around, remorse written all over his face.

you quickly clear your throat and wipe your cheek, hoping he didn’t get too good of a look.

“y/n,” he takes a couple steps, until he’s directly in front of you, his eyes meeting yours. the distance between you mere inches.

“billy, i don’t know what you want anymore,” your voice merely a whisper, hands curling into fists as the rage you’ve felt the past month threatens to spill out into the thin space dividing you both.

he closes his eyes, sighing. you two being so close yet not touching in any sense only adding to your anger. why won’t he just look at you? is he ashamed?

“damnit billy fucking look at me,”

“i can’t ok!” he throws his hands up and lets them land on his face, covering his eyes.

“and why’s that?”

“because i fucked up and i don’t think i can fix it this time. that’s all i do. fuck up and expect it to not reap any consequences.”

he runs his hand over his mouth, refusing to let his eyes drift up and meet yours.

you stand there, now with some distance between the two of you as he leans against your dresser.

“you know that with us,” you begin to inch closer to him, causing him to look up and meet your eyes as you settle directly in front of him, “it’s always fixable.”

your eyes ache with unshed tears at this sight of him, clearly beating himself up and probably having done so since the night he broke it off.

he had never cared for anyone the way he did you. he was always afraid he was doing it wrong, or he’d fuck up and there were lots of those times, but he was learning. and he never let that stop him from attempting to be the best he could to you.

you place a hand to his jaw and let another tear fall, except you don’t realize it’s fallen until he reaches up and swipes it with his hand.

without saying another word, billy stands up from his previous slumped position on the dresser, and wraps you into a tight hug, clearly stemmed from his spoken fear of not being able to fix things and possibly losing you for good this time.

slowly but surely, you hug back, placing your arms around his middle.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

[AN: my uni just started to updates might be slow. the beginning is a little show because i just want the plot laid out. thank you so much for all the support on this! i didn't think this would get that much traction but it makes me so happy!]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

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Shintaro watched you as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, the lights along the mirror illuminating your face as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer on your face. Your hand reached over to close the lid of the moisturizer jar, gliding past the products in front of it as if they had never existed. He hated that. Every time you reached past the plethora of makeup products displayed on the vanity table, he felt a punch in his gut. He had spent hundreds, even thousands, to get you the most high-end makeup. Gucci, Dior, Chanel. Every luxury brand that existed on the market, yet you reached over for a generic drug store tube of lipstick each time. You wore the plain nude shade, barely visible on your lips. Despite the many vibrant, bright and dark colours in front of you, your hand always made its way to the nude shade. He had suggested and even begged you to wear more - a little mascara or eye shadow - but you refused. Every time it was the same lipstick—no matter where you were going. Just like your choice in colours, Shintaro began to find you… boring. Dull. Plain. Uninteresting. He hated it, and in a way, hated you—your simplicity. You never wore the racy lingerie he got you - aside from special occasions, but even those had become rare. Life with you had started to become a chore: the same routine, the same conversations - you'd ask about his day, ask what tea he would like to drink, ask about coworkers - it was like being trapped in a loop. Because of your simplicity, it was easy to notice every detail about you - if you switched to a new perfume, shampoo, and clothes. So when he saw the one vibrant red lipstick tube out of its usual place, he immediately knew what was happening. He cleared his throat as he tightened his tie, fixing his suit in the floor-length mirror. The joint walk-in closet was pretty spacious, with enough room for your vanity table and enough space for him to get ready. It was your idea to have that. You had said that it brought you closer, that it was a very intimate gesture to get in front of each other. "You finally wore that Dior lipstick, huh?" He spoke up, not looking away from the mirror. "Yes. It's a lovely colour." Shintaro was taken aback. He didn't expect you to reply so quickly - actually, he didn't expect you to reply at all. He turned towards you. You had your jewelry box open and were going through it, trying to find a pair of earrings. The event was black-tie, so he assumed you would wear the pearl earring his mother had gotten you - making him confused as to why you were going through the jewelry box since you kept the pearl earrings on the ceramic tray by your perfumes. He inhaled. He knew why the lipstick was out of place - a reason that made his stomach uneasy - but he couldn't muster up the courage to say it, to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Have you seen my Swarovski set? The one with the necklace-" "Who is he?" Shintaro asked, turning towards you. You didn't turn around, staring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. You stared into his green eyes, seeing rage beginning to frost his vision. You took a deep breath and looked down at the jewelry box, keeping your composure. "I thought you we weren't gonna tell," You replied as you closed the jewelry box, getting up from the chair and walking to one of the closest to your right. "I remember you explicitly laying out rules about this," You opened the closet door and began to push back the few boxes on the shelf in the closet. You paused to pull out a velvety box from the back, smiling before turning around and walking to the vanity. "Or does that only apply to you and the coworkers you fuck?" You asked as you opened the box. Shintaro took in a deep breath. He turned around and began to fidget with his cuffs, looking at his reflection and trying to regulate his breathing. "Is she going to be there?"

"y/n-" "Is she?" "What's gotten into you?!"

It took a moment for Shintaro to realize that he had raised his voice. He turned to you, face feeling flushed and heart thumping in his chest. Your eyes hadn't left the mirror, watching as you put in the stud for the earrings. 

"Uber back," You said as you closed the purple box in front of you. "I'm taking the car." 

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There were only three rules to your arrangement. 

Not with anyone you know. Not in the house. Not revealing anything. You figured Shintaro made those rules under the guise that you wouldn't participate - how could you, a doting wife like you, participate in such an act? - or at least, the version of you that Shintaro liked thought that. 

You wanted to have hope that by the end of the arrangement, you would be back to normal, putting this whole thing behind and moving on - but the more it went on, the more that vision faded. 

None of you had followed the rules. You could smell Mei around the house, thankful that Shintaro had the decency not to fuck his mistress on your bed. You weren't a saint either, fucking your husband's friends on the kitchen counter before going and sleeping next to your husband as if nothing happened. The only rule yet to be broken was the last one—not telling each other anything. But what was the point when you knew that your husband was fucking his younger coworker on the same couches he sat down and had tea with you on? 

You'd had enough. 

You had Daiki's number from the times he'd babysat Kota. Too nervous to call, you sent a text. 

'r u free tonight?'

Immediately you got a reply.

 'i'm free after 6.'

'come to my place at 6:30. shintaro is out for a meeting.' 

The Chance To Change

Summary: When he coincidentally walks back into your life, he’s determine to change the way things are

Pairing: Aomine Daiki x black!fem!reader

Word Count: 24, 909 😐🧍🏽‍♀️

Warnings: professional basketball player!aomine, bookstore!au kinda, lots of angst, lots of fluff, reader is oblivious, reader has trust issues at the beginning, aomine not knowing how to deal with his feelings, reader’s on her period at one point, reader is scared of like horror rides (sorry if you aren’t), lots and lots of kissing and making out, lots of intimacy, misunderstandings, smut: unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, lots and lots of confessions of love, aomine is very whipped for you, reader’s best friend is an oc, and aomine’s teammates are oc’s, lots of going back and forth in time, all characters are 21+, if I missed anything please let me know, I know that there’s gonna be typos in this and when it isn’t 3 am, I’ll get around to fixing them lol

A/N: Now. I can’t even begin to explain how or why I was able to write all of this. I’ve been working on this fic for about a month, and I was finally able to finish it (thank God bc I have so much work to do lmao). I know some parts might seem kinda rushed, but I can’t really bring myself to care bc I spent so much time on this and I’m just happy that’s it’s finished. Reblogs are greatly appreciated even though I know it might break your phone if you try to LMFAO, but if you read all this, I seriously appreciate it. And I definitely projected in this fic. This is also for @sintiva’s #theclockisticking collab, and thank you so much for letting me join!

Running a bookstore is something you’ve always wanted to do. It seems silly to most people, but you’ve always found small, quaint bookstores to be really peaceful, and it was always somewhere you could go when the world was always too much. Whenever you stepped inside, it was like the outside disappeared, and you were only surrounded by paper bound together that told a million stories.

You actually read through the entire bookstore in your town, and you had become so close with the owner, that they gave it to you after you graduated college. You were surprised, to say the least, and a little worried, not knowing much about running anything, let alone a business, but the owner was more than helpful with getting you into the swing of things.

Now, it’s like everything is second nature for you. Opening up the store and smelling that certain smell that books have that you’ve always loved. The small coffee shop you have in the corner is always a popular spot because it has a giant window that allows you to view the whole town. You’ve found yourself sitting in one of the comfortable chairs that are over there multiple times, watching the sunrise and seeing the city start to wake up.

Your co-worker/co-owner/best friend Mia always comes in about an hour after you do, always making a comment about how she doesn’t understand how you manage to wake up so early. You always brush it off with a roll of your eyes as you hand her a cup of coffee that you know she’ll need.

During the week, the place is usually quiet, a person every now and then, most of them coming in all of the time, so you know them by their schedules. You’re sitting at the front desk, reading a book, one of your favorites, even though it’s a cliché exes-to-lovers plotline, you always find yourself re-reading it whenever you have time.

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