When He's A Ten

cantaloupe island

atsumu miya HATES jazz. unfortunately for him, his brother is starting a new event at his restaurant. live jazz every friday night. even more unfortunately, he’s expected to help out. on the very first friday, word gets out of atsumus hatred, and the groups pianist dedicates herself to making atsumu fall in love. with jazz of course. what else?

atsumu miya x f!reader

warnings/notes: timeskip, kys jokes, lots and lots of jazz references, it comes with the territory sorry! strangers to frenemies (idk weird term) to lovers, language, alcohol, reader plays piano, jazz haters (its truly heartbreaking), smau, lots of grammar mistakes, some maybe purposeful idk yet, some written content, mostly smau though probably, check chapters for any other warnings

taglist: open! send an ask or reply to be added!

status: ongoing

intros: the osaka quintet - the goats

one: take the "A" train

two: red clay

three: coming soon.

x : NO FEAR :*+ﾟ i wanna love you with no fear !

in which: itoshi rin rejected you, so why isn't he handling your avoidance well?

warnings: 5k wc, fluff with minor angst, jealous!rin, food cw, swearing, reo is reader's best friend, COLLEGE!AU, gn!reader, non-canon complaint

a/n: happy valentine's day !!! shoutout to @ryekoo for finally giving me inspo on what to do for the rin fic of my event - u rly saved my life <3

↳ 5K EVENT MASTERLIST ༉‧₊

you:i’m going to end you. <reo3: i’m too pretty to die ._. you: and you told me i was too pretty for itoshi rin to reject!?!?!?! <reo3: oh... <reo3: i’m sorry. <reo3: condolences fr.

with a disappointed sigh, you pocket your phone, decidedly ignoring the next few messages that reo sends as you wait for your bus. he owes you a million yen for the amount of grief and distress he’s currently putting you through, especially with the way he shattered all hopes you had with your love life.

well, hopes that you were stupid enough to feed into because this was itoshi rin you’re talking about; possibly the most standoffish, calculated, and devastatingly gorgeous man you’ve ever met in your life. yet, despite his detestable personality, you still found yourself falling hook, line, and sinker for the man, despite his insults, cold comments, and dismissive attitude.

maybe it’s masochism. 

now that you look back on it, rin’s rejection seemed almost inevitable. even if you lead yourself to hope with all the times you caught him staring at you, the prompt replies to your messages, and willingness to somewhat tolerate you during group projects, it was rather obvious that this would be the outcome to your heartfelt confession. 

‘i don’t see you like that’.

it’s cringeworthy simply thinking about it. now you’re going to have another memory that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.

recalling the expression he made after your confession; eyebrows scrunched and lips tugged into a slight frown, was traumatising enough for you to wish for the ground to swallow you whole. his face will plague you for an uncertain amount of time because today truly, was so very humbling.

the sight of your bus approaching your stop rouses you from the crevices of your thoughts and after you jump on and settle yourself into a seat in the relatively empty carriage, you bring your phone out to text reo again. he’d sent four messages since.

&lt;reo3: this doesn’t make any sense we all thought rin was into you &lt;reo3: like DOWN BAD into you<reo3: everyone on the team has literally made bets on you two <reo3: i’m sorry :c r u okay?  you: yeah. just gotta take the L and move on you: hey at least i’m free for valentines <reo3: LET’S GOOO we’re definitely doing something <reo3: i’ll be a better valentines than r*n you: you’re sexier too babes xoxo <reo3: duh!

maybe you’ll let reo see another day. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your university schedule was never the same after the ‘itoshi rin’ fiasco.

it was never an amazing schedule to begin with since a few classes were quite inconvenient, and there’s only so much to enjoy out of your seminars. the fun part about them was being able to sit beside rin and talk to him whenever you could without getting waved off, but since his heartless decline of your feelings, acting ‘buddy-buddy’ wouldn’t be acceptable. so you resorted to sit by yourself in a section of the space you’ve never really occupied before, busying yourself on your phone as students walked in to class.

despite the temptation to look at the door to see when rin would come in, you do not budge one bit, eyes glued to your phone screen (which had nothing entertaining on it). this meant that you couldn’t see the confusion on his face when he didn’t see you in your normal spot and how it merged further into a look of offence when he instead spots you across the room.

reluctantly taking his usual seat, rin’s gaze lingers on you, hoping to meet your eyes at least once. but upon your insistence to pretend your phone was more important than him, he sits down, practically flopping onto his chair with his backpack cushioning his fall. 

sitting here feels a little empty. rin can’t help but think how it used to be much better when you insisted on being next to him.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

&lt;;reo3: you can come now rin isn’t here yet

you: kk b there soon

the trek across campus towards the university’s soccer field, although long, is harmless enough, especially since you were doing a favour for your best friend by bringing the soccer guards and water bottle that he left at your dorm. the harmful part was the looming threat of itoshi rin’s presence and your fear that you would encounter him on your way. 

all you needed to do was drop in quickly and leave. 

when you get to the field, nagi’s the one who sees you first from where he was lounging on the bleaches, changed in his soccer gear. 

“oh, y/n,” he mumbles, sitting up. “hello.”

“hey nagi. are you trying to nap before practice or something?” you ask.

“yeah.” 

“won’t that drain you though before practice starts? you’ve got like… five minutes.”

“still classified as a power nap. wanna collect a power up before startin’.”

amusing as ever, he is. “sure. hey, you know where reo is?”

“he’s changed, probably warming up with isagi and bachira and whoever else.”

“shouldn’t you be doing that too?”

“not until reo forces me to.”

as if on cue, a friendly and very familiar voice calls out nagi’s name and you’re delighted to see the purple-haired in question. you can finally give him his stupid stuff back; the ones you’ve been holding in your hands this entire time like an idiot.

“come on nagi!” reo exclaims, jogging over. a smile appears on his face when he sees you. “yo! y/n! thanks for bringing my things.”

“‘s not a problem. next time i’ll burn them so don’t leave them again,” you counter as the purple-haired takes his things from you with an eye roll. “i filled up your water bottle for you.” 

he places his things down before sitting beside nagi to put his guards on. “so considerate even whilst terrorising me.”

“of course.”

“seriously though, thank you for bringing my things.”

“not a problem. i’m gonna head back to my dorm to study so i’ll see you later. bye reo, bye nagi,” you wave at the two, fixing your backpack strap before turning around to leave the field, only to bump face-first into someone.

the apology that surfaces on your tongue quickly withers away when you lock eyes with a pair of steely, teal ones, partially hidden by strands of dark hair. he looks at you like he has something to say.

but you’re not ready to hear it. 

“uh, hi rin! gotta go!” you squeak before stepping to the side and running away, leaving rin to stare in bewilderment after you.

part of him has the urge to run after you. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

<reo3: isagi’s invited a bunch of us to the on campus screening of spirited away

<reo3: wanna come?

you: ykw why not

you: not like i have essays to write

<reo3: FUCK THEM ESSAYS! 

you: YOU’RE RIGHT SPIRITED AWAY IS BETTER !

if you knew that this would lead you to be seated (uncomfortably) between reo and isagi, who acted as the only barrier between you and an-unnamed-man (rin), then perhaps you would’ve dedicated yourself to your essay rather than a fun opportunity to hang out with your friends. 

1500 words sounds better than having to pretend like there wasn’t an icy cold stare penetrating the back of your head every time you turned to talk to reo, or isagi trying to keep his interactions up with rin so the latter wouldn’t try to talk to you.

you owe isagi a vending machine drink after this because a ‘thank you’ will never suffice. 

it’s easy enough to forget about rin when the movie plays and isagi begins whispering little pieces of commentary to you from time to time, eliciting giggles from you that you try to suppress to not annoy those around you. however, each sound that slipped past your lips was enough to make the dark-haired boy scrunch his face in disgust, an ugly, green monster climbing up his throat when he catches a glimpse of how happy you seemed with someone that wasn’t him. it kills him to see how easily it is for you to just ignore him like your friendship never existed.

since the campus movie was scheduled during a cool but bearable, autumn dusk, you severely underestimated how cold the night would get. heating wasn’t the best in the gymnasium so the committee had instructed everyone to bring their own blankets and warm covers, yet in your haste, you couldn’t bring adequate layers.

so after a while of trying to warm yourself up and convincing yourself that you were warm enough with a measly sweatshirt, rin notices from the corner of his eye how you kept rubbing your arms. 

he doesn’t hesitate to take off the fleece jacket that he was wearing over his university jumper. sure, it will be significantly colder without his outer layer, but rin’s willing to suffer as long as you were okay (when has he ever been this considerate?), except he stops when he sees nagi handing you his very oversized jumper. you accept it with a gracious smile and the white-haired boy merely shrugs before going back to watching the film. rin, on the other hand, feels a cauldron of rage brewing within him.

the sight makes his chest twist, wringing him dry as he stares dejectedly at how snug you seem in someone else’s clothes. the green monster inside of rin bubbles in contempt, a being that makes him want to rip the hoodie off you and replace it with his own for you to wrap yourself up in. he wants you to be content with him- happy because of him, not because of another.

you confessed to him only two weeks ago- barely even two weeks ago, so how could you so easily forget about him and move on? pretend like his rejection didn’t shatter you and him when he saw a devastation like no other on your pretty face?

rin doesn’t know how much longer he can live like this. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the following tuesday, you’re already seated in your new spot for your seminar, busy setting up your laptop in preparation when rin walks in. you see him from the corner of your eye, backpack slung around his shoulder, hands tucked unassumingly in his pockets as all 185cm of him saunters towards the seats. however, when you notice that he bypasses his normal spot and walks even further out of your peripheral vision, alarms blare deafeningly in your head.

you freeze when you hear someone take the seat behind you.

there’s a hard gaze on the back of your head, one that roots you to your spot and wills you not to turn around.

sneaking out your phone from your bag, you hide it so that rin can’t see it from his angle. 

you: RIN IS SITTING BEHIND ME OH NO

you: terrible start to valentines day smh

<reo3: WHAT!??!!???!???! fr.

you: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY I’M GOING TO DISINTEGRATE RIGHT NOW

<reo3: maybe *don’t* do that???? 

<reo3: WHY’S HE SITTING BEHIND YOU?????

you: FUCK IF I KNOW IT FEELS LIKE HE’S THROWING DAGGERS AT MY HEAD

<reo3: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

you: CRY???????????? IDFK???????????

you: oh fuck class is about to start

you: i’ll let you know if anything happens

<reo3: STAY SAFE 

you tuck your phone away with fear and dread looming over you, personified through the form of itoshi rin, who sits so indifferently behind you, head propped on his hand. you hear his pen click behind you and you don’t even need to see him to know that he’s taking out that stupid notebook of his since he preferred to take notes by hand. you want to turn around and rip said book into shreds.

as the professor starts the class, you try your best to shake rin out of your thoughts, wanting to leave him behind in the depths of your mind so you can concentrate on this damn elective. none of the notes you were typing onto your document made sense and it felt like everything the professor was saying went in one ear then out the other. curse rin for having this effect on you. 

at least you get to gossip with reo after this.

though your seminar was only 60 minutes, it might as well have been 60 years because of how significantly older you feel at the end of it. the weight of rin’s stare was heavy on your shoulders when you hurriedly grab your things and make a dash for the exit.

well. you try to make a dash for the exit because somehow, rin gained the ability to teleport and beat you there, grabbing your wrist unceremoniously before pulling you into the hallways. you fumble with your phone, hurriedly texting reo.

you: UHH MAYDAY I MGHT NEEE TO SKIP OUR PLANS

<reo3: WHAT’S HAPPENING?????

you: RIN IS DRSGGING ME SIMEWHERE IDK WHERE

you: MY LOCARION IS ON LIFE360

you: I LUV YOU STUPID WHORE

<reo3: WHDJFWIJAIDJFAWHAT THE FUCK????

“hey!” you exclaim, helplessly being pulled by rin’s long strides, shutting your phone off as you try to match his eagerness. he could at least be a little more considerate and lighten up that grip of his on your wrist. “rin- what? where are we going?”

“you’ll see,” he responds gruffly.

your mind blanks despite the hurricane of questions that circulate your mind. how did you get here? is the delirium finally hitting you after countless sleepless nights? you stayed up until 2am last night to make valentine’s chocolates for your friends so maybe it’s the sugar and the sleep deprivation. 

as rin pulls you through the hallways, you think about how weird it is to allow him this close to you again- well, you didn’t exactly allow him, he kind of just… invaded your personal space. but after a whole week of not talking to him, responding dryly to his texts, avoiding your regular hangout spots, and overall pretending like he doesn’t exist, being exposed to his intimidating presence once more is… exhilarating? unreal? 

“wait, can we stop for a second?” you demand, breaking out of your funk when you step outside as if the harshness of the sun’s rays woke you up. “i’m so confused right now. where are we going?”

“we’re going to have lunch together at that café you’ve been wanting to try out,” he tells you with a serious expression, not breaking his usual aloof and stern personality. 

rin doesn’t give mixed messages: no, he gives messages that have completely been lost, fallen astray somewhere along the path of communication.

shifting your weight between your feet awkwardly, you tell him: “well, i kinda had valentine’s plans.”

his mask of coolness and uninterest cracks, exposing all the emotions he’s been withholding from surfacing for the past weeks; jealousy, envy, greed, they all manifest through the helpless scrunch of his face. “with who?” asks rin, tone a lot harsher than he had intended, matching the crease of his eyebrows and the frown he was wearing.

it’s the green monster in him talking.

if you were going out with someone else, someone new, rin’s not too sure what he’d do. determination and pettiness can only take a man so far before his resolve cracks and you have the power to crush his heart with a single stomp, extinguishing his flames in one, swift sweep. 

“with reo,” you confess. the dark-haired relaxes again, his face returning to a neutral expression.

“okay. ditch him then.” his audacity is baffling.

“i can’t just do that!” 

“why not?”

“cause that’s a shitty thing to do!” you say, before murmuring under your breath, “not that you’d know the first thing about being polite.” 

“i don’t care, it’s reo, you two hang out everyday. tell him to give me a turn.”

“you’re a horrible person, rin,” you murmur, ignoring the butterflies that erupt in your stomach.

he doesn’t say anything in retaliation, merely eyeing you expectantly, waiting for your next step. huffing, you reluctantly take out your phone as a sign of surrender under his suffocating pressure, muttering complaints under your breath as you find reo’s contact - literally your most recent one, to send him a quick message. almost instantly, your best friend responds with a thumbs up paired with a smirk and you almost want to block him then and there. 

“done.”

“perfect,” rin goes to grab your hand again but you retract from him just in time. when you look up to meet his gaze once more, you see his unimpressed expression whilst he keeps his palm extended towards you expectantly.

“i don’t need your help walking places,” you grumble, not liking how fast your heart was racing.

he gestures to his open palm once more. “i know.”

after a moment of silence, you give in, hesitantly placing your hand in his. with a small grin, rin intertwines your fingers before pulling you to his side. without another word, he begins walking, leaving you to merely follow the brutally fast pace he’s set.

you must’ve looked ridiculous to other people. being dragged around by an 185 cm man, how humbling.

the place rin led you to was not too far from campus; a totally manageable distance for the two of you to remain in silence during the walk. you try to bypass the awkwardness of it all by focusing on other things, like how warm rin’s hand is and how you hope he doesn’t mind your sweaty hands. he seems to be content from what you’ve observed, happily walking beside you whilst sparing a few occasional glances over; ones that you pretend you don’t see whilst admiring the cityscape around you.

there are various valentine’s decorations hung up around the insides of the cafe that made you cringe slightly. although they were very cute, you feel humiliation climbing up your throat, serving as a reminder that you were currently spending a day of love and romance, or whatever, standing beside the very man who rejected you. 

this is the cruellest version of a sick joke.

“welcome!” a cheery voice greets, breaking you out of your thoughts. “table for two?” rin nods. “perfect! are you here for valentine’s day because couples get access to a special menu on top of our regular one.” 

when you open your mouth to reject her offer, rin beats you to it. “we’ll take the valentine’s menu.”

“okay, right this way,” the waitress guides you to an empty table for two that was right by the corner. the atmosphere of the place was cozy with various candles and statement pieces to really bring it together, but you have no time or brain space to appreciate the aesthetic of the café. 

it’s not until the waitress leaves that you speak up, utterly confused. “why’d you get the valentine’s menu, we-”

realisation hits you like a truck. 

“-are we on a date right now?”

rin’s unmoving, save for the purse of his lips as he stares at you. you feel a little foolish right now.

“yeah, we are,” he answers, curtly and concisely.

alarms are blaring in your head, the earth is tremoring below you, there are distant screams somewhere in the back of your mind and all you can manage out is a simple ‘oh’. 

“get what you want, i’ll-” rin begins before you abruptly cut him off.

“-no, hold on, i’m so confused right now,” you rub your temples, staring at the stupid valentine’s day menu decorated with pink and hearts and chocolates. “why?”

“why what?”

“why are we on a date?”

“because it’s valentine’s day?”

“well- i know that part,” you murmur under your breath. “it’s just, y’know, people celebrate this day when they like each other.” and not when one party is miserable because the other rejected them. 

“we do like each other though.”

there are no words to describe the shock you feel. really. not even an anvil dropping on your head could wake you up from whatever dream you are conjuring right now. 

“no, we don’t! i like you, you don’t like me.”

he looks away, the tips of his ears turning red. “that’s not true,” he murmurs, no louder than a whisper, yet your jaw drops all the same at his confession. “i do like you.”

“a week ago you didn’t!” 

“a week ago i wasn’t ready to get into a… relationship… or whatever.”

“oh,” you fix the strap of your bag, feeling slightly awkward. “and you’re ready now all of a sudden?”

“yeah.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“the fuck? why?” 

“you don’t really seem like the type of guy to turn around on yourself like this. what changed?”

rin won’t ever tell you about how much he missed you during these two weeks and how it was his jealousy and greediness that spurred him to act on his feelings. instead, he simply slides the menu to you, pointing to a milkshake-‘lover’s brew’, and since the menu was decorated with pictures on the side, you could see what the concoction consisted of. whipped cream, heart sprinkles, topped with a caramel heart and fairy floss. 

“the milkshake?” you ask, trailing off towards the end. “you hate sweet things and this especially looks like it could give you diabetes.”

the dark-haired shrugs. “so? i thought you’d like it.” 

“sure, but it is kinda pricey for a milkshake.”

he shrugs again, putting his elbows on the table which causes his sleeves of his turtleneck to roll down a little, exposing the shiny silver of his, no doubt expensive, watch. “i’ll pay for us, it’s fine.”

“hold on-”

“i’m paying. end of argument.” 

it’s an offer you can’t really reject. being a university student and all, funds are limited, so wherever you can, you want to avoid withdrawing money out of your account. that said, it doesn’t mean that you don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about draining rin’s, but with how long you’ve been friends, you know that once he’s set his mind to something, it’s hard to change it.

“if you insist,” you grumble, straightening up your spine as you awkwardly fiddle with your shirt. you feel so scrutinised under his gaze, even as you reach for the jug of water and pour two cups of water. “what else should we get?”

the waitress then comes around to take your orders and when she’s gone, conversation flows easily, reverting back to how things were between the two of you (to rin’s relief). he listens as you talk animatedly about the unfortunate series of events you had with your professor the other day, how cute your encounter with the campus dogs were, and the really unfortunate run-in you had with a guy from your shared tutorial classes.

(the dark-haired boy makes a face when you mention another man’s name before his usual face of indifference melts back in.)

“here’s your milkshake,” the waitress says, placing the drink in the middle of the table before walking away, “you guys are really cute by the way.”

“thanks,” rin says calmly, a stark contrast to your flustered reaction.

two straws stick out from the milkshake and when you put one in your mouth, you almost choke when rin takes the other one, causing your noses to bump in the middle. the look he gives you is nothing short of mischievous before pulling away, a knowing smirk playing along his lips. 

“ew. that is really sweet,” he mutters before leaning back, crossing his arms. 

“yeah,” you cough. “it is really sweet.”

recovering from your embarrassment, the rest of lunch goes by quite seamlessly. he goes to pay for everything with a confident tap of his card, causing you to stand awkwardly behind him, keeping all complaints to yourself as it goes through. thanking the waitress, you leave the café hand-in-hand once more. 

“thanks again for paying,” you repeat and rin gives a hum of acknowledgement whilst you two walk aimlessly on the path. “what do you want to do now?”

“i don’t know. do you have anything you want to do?”

“i might have an idea.”

leading him in the direction of a nearby store that just opened recently, you come to a stop in front of a shop that had neon-lights illuminating its inside and claw machines filled with adorable plushies lining along the walls. 

glancing at him, there’s a glimmer of amusement in rin’s eyes as his lips turn upwards into a small smirk. “really?” he asks, looking over at you.

“really. this’ll be fun!” you promise before walking in, the dark-haired following suit as you stop in front of a token-purchasing machine. 

from the corner of your eye, you can see him taking out his wallet already and you immediately put your hand on your wrist, ceasing his movement.

with just one glance, a whole conversation passes between you two. “if you pay for me i will sock you.”

“i’d like to see you try,” he deadpans, quirking a brow before pressing the ‘20 tokens = $19’ button on the machine, “but i’m paying.”

then the sound of his card meeting the reader and the transaction being approved rings through the air, followed by the deafening noise of coins clashing against metal. the look he gives you is nothing short of proud. 

“come on babe, bet you won’t be able to get any prizes,” challenges rin as he brushes past you, the pet name causing your stomach to churn as insults rest on your tongue, offended by his declaration.

he’s gracious enough to give you half of the coins, allowing you to play four games each. you only manage to win on one of them and even then, you were astonished at your own achievements, excitedly grabbing the plushie and hugging the stuffed toy to your chest protectively. rin, on the other hand, comes back to you with two in both hands and the gawk you let out was completely against your will.

“how did you do that?” you ask, a little stupified at the sight (it was kinda hot though). although at this point, you shouldn’t really question how itoshi rin works since he takes the meaning of ‘march to the beat of your own drum’ to a whole other level. 

instead of answering, he hands them over to you and you have no choice but to take them, your arms now overloaded with three stuffed toys. 

before you can even open your mouth to ask if he broke into the machines, your phone buzzes with a notification and the second you open it, you’re met with a familiar ‘⚠️bereal’ banner, one that makes you excited over the impeccable timing. rin raises an eyebrow at your sudden surprise.

“bereal! quick, pose!” you demand and rin obeys, raising a peace sign with a slight smile before the camera turns around to you and the many stuffed toys you’re cuddling. 

how adorable you are might just kill him. 

the dark-haired shakes the thought away before taking out his phone, instructing you to smile. you pose for the photo, hugging all the plushies closely to your chest whilst rin gives his usual deadpan stare into the camera. he then gives you his phone to check if it was okay to post and when you approve, you press the ‘post >’ button for him.

shutting off his phone for him, it’s at the same time that the bereal notification pops up again, this time detailing how one of his friends had posted but that’s not what caught your attention.

it’s a certain photo that made your heart thump loudly in its ribcage.

“am i your lockscreen?” you ask, pride and flattery swelling in your stomach, manifesting through the warmth of your cheeks. 

the slight widening of his eyes give you all the answers you need. “you weren’t supposed to see that.” 

nothing could stop the slow grin from erupting on your expression. it’s ridiculous to say so, but it almost feels like a weight is being lifted from your chest, the pains of the last few weeks erasing themselves completely with this one detail. 

that’s how you know rin was meant for you.

“out of all pictures of me, you chose this one?” you question, gesturing to the selfie that you once sent him during your study sessions. your hair was messy, there was a semi-crazed look in your eyes, but at least the moisturising lip gloss you had reapplied then made you look somewhat put together. 

looking at his phone once more, you feel a little warm.

“i like it,” he mutters shyly, unable to look you in the eye. despite his embarrassment, his statement fills you with endless relief, providing gratification for your relationship with rin that you didn’t know you needed. 

though you’ve been friends with him for quite some time now, you feel as though you don’t really recognise the man in front of you. past perceptions you’ve had of him has now been shattered by his flustered gaze, the relentless blush coating his cheeks, and the uncharacteristic way he slumps, as if defending himself from any judgement you might throw at him. 

luckily for him, that’s not what you’re interested in doing.

unlocking your phone, you hand it to him. “take a matching selfie so i can make it my lock screen too.”

at least you have all the time in the world to get to know him all over again.

(rin will never tell you that he only has been active on bereal so he could see what you were up to. except it backfired every time because instead of satisfying how desperately he was longing for you during your two weeks of no contact, it only made him want you more. he wanted to be there with you through your intense study sessions, he wanted to be going on walks with you, he wanted to be there with you when you were watching one more episode of your favourite tv show before going to bed, he just wanted to be there with you.

now he has all the time to make sure he is.)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[@y/n’s BeReal]

@ karasu69: @fruityninjaotoya YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS 　　→ @fruitninjaotoya: Shut your micropenis up

@ yocchan: Y/N WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 　　→ @ nagixxxxxxxxxxxxx: ratio 　　→ @ yocchan: DON’T RATIO ME RN

@monsterbachira: omg are y’all 😍❤️😍 rn 　　→ @y/n: wut. 　　→ @itshrin: Yes 　　→ @monsterbachira: y/n rin is actually a good kisser 　　→ @y/n: thanks for letting me know meguru! 　　→ @itshrin: i’m going to end you. 

@bbgreo: i’m glad y’all had fun but no itoshi rin on our platonic date pls! 　　→ @y/n: would never dream of it luv <3 　　→ @itshrin: Sleep with one eye open, Reo 　　→ @y/n: that’s my best friend :( 　　→ @itshrin: You don’t need him 　　→ @y/n: reo and i are one you can’t separate us 　　→ @itshrin: Ok fine 😒 　　→ @bbgreo: yay! 　　→ @y/n: yay!

<reo3: told you you were too pretty to reject xx

when you call them "husband"

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".

pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself

notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.

ITOSHI SAE

one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.

after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.

“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now. 

“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”

“anything else?”

you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”

“just an iced matcha tea latte.” he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.

he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”

distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.

wait. 

fucking wait. 

sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.

“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes. 

it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze. 

sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness. 

“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”

it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?

apparently, for shidou, it was.

you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too. 

however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet. 

if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).

“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”

you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.

“yes, my husband will pick me up.”

and then, silence. 

it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.

you braced yourself for what was about to come. 

“HUSBAND?!”

ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it. 

“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day. 

the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love. 

“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare. 

though you wouldn’t back down. 

“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor. 

what a little devil, he thought. 

and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.

“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”

ISAGI YOICHI

you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for. 

since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.

your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew. 

“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded. 

“how could i not? i’m with you.”

a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat. 

“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.

“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”

“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble. 

you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”

“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind. 

“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi. 

“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”

with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent. 

he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there. 

husband. you called him your husband. 

did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—

“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.

“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.

while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.

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Tropes: Rival to lovers, fake dating

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head empty, only rin loving kisses and being waaaaaaay to proud (shy) to ask for them.

he would love nothing more than to be able to work up the courage to ask you to kiss him, he’s touch starved and needs constant attention, but he’d rather eat rat poison than ever confess it to you. you have the effect on him, you’ve torn down his walls and shown him all the praise and affection he is worth giving, and you’ve turned him into a sucker for kisses.

which is wonderful, since you’re so keen on giving them to him.

terrible when all he wants is a kiss and you don’t notice it.

he’s pacing back and forth in the next room, desperate, craving, needing a kiss or two on his forehead and one on his lips, in a line like you usually do. routine, is how he’d describe it, but deep down, he’ll take anything he can get. his big hands are carding through his hair, and god, he’s thrilled no one is able to see him like this.

“what’re you doing, baby?”

fuck.

except you.

he nearly leaps out of his skin as you make your way to him, and when he whips his head to face you, your brows a furrowed in concern and your arms are crossed over your chest. “you vanished,” you explain. “missed my snuggle buddy.”

“eugh,” he grumbles. “we’ve talked about the nicknames, haven’t we?” he scolds, and you merely chuckle.

“we have, i just choose to not listen to you.”

“and that’s exactly why you’re a pain in the neck.”

then, you shrug, “so im a pain, meanwhile you’re stuck in here waiting for me to come give you a kiss because you can’t ask for it?”

fuck.

he scoffs, but it’s shaky and unconvincing, “yeah right. as if id ever need something as juvenile as a kiss to lure me back. i just needed to stretch is all.”

“yeah, i’ll bet,” you snicker. then you spin on your heel, and rin feels his heart sink, “well, ill be on the couch. waiting for you.”

no, no, no, his chance is walking away from him, literally, disappearing down the hall and leaving him a yearning mess, pining for your affection that he’s just not sure how to ask for.

his head drops in disappointment, fists balling slightly, and he pouts softly like a child as he wracks his mind to try and work up the courage to go. he’s pathetic, can’t even ask for affection from his own partner, someone he sleeps next to at night and lets smear a green, cold face mask on him, someone he’s so in love with they turn him into a damn petulant child at the lack of attention, and-

“hey,” you whisper. he looks at you through his lashes, embarrassed.

you smile and toss your arms around his neck, rising up slightly to press a kiss to the apple of his cheek. his eyes blow open. then, you kiss his nose gently. his lips twitch. you plant your lips on the ticklish spot on his neck, and he jerks slightly. you giggle.

“oh, you’re so cute i can’t stand it,” you purr, kissing the other side of his cheek. “i just love loving you.” you press a kiss to his chin, and by now he’s smiling shyly, cheeks blazed in red from embarrassment and excitement for the attention he’s finally receiving. “i could just eat you up, you’re so cute.” you kiss the corner of his eye, which flutters shut in ease. “i can’t not kiss you, it’s against the law.”

finally, stiffly, his arms wrap around your waist, “who would you be to break the law?”

“i would never,” you hum, moving your hands to gently cup his cheeks, forcing him to meet your gaze. his eyes practically have little hearts in them, and a wobbly smirk is on his lips. “you want some more?”

his eyes widen again. you shush him softly, thumbs stroking over the swells of his cheeks, “just nod or shake your head, my lovey boy.”

against his own determination of ‘not needing’ your attention, he finds himself nodding in your hands, butterflies in his stomach going crazy as you smile back and continue to press kisses over his face, voice dripping with honey with every adoring coo you offer him.

he's so.

i know who my first call will be to — sae misses home more than he thought he would

Itoshi Sae’s heart stays behind in Spain whenever he leaves for overseas matches.

An absurd notion, most certainly. Ridiculous, in every sense that exists to the word. So unbelievable, in fact, that he still has a hard time believing it himself.

Nevertheless, it remains the only explanation behind the ache in his chest whenever he goes to sleep in an empty hotel bed. It’s why his meal times are dull and monotonous; why he finds himself pushing past his bedtime to remain glued to his phone, listening to you recounting your day.

Sae isn’t sure if you know it — how he desperately yearns to remain by your side. And if you do, you’re good at hiding it (he likes to think it’s for his sake).

His grip on his phone tightens just enough, a soft hum rumbling in his throat as he absentmindedly agrees with something you said.

When you lean closer to the screen, Sae nuzzles into his pillow, holding it tight as he pretends it’s you instead. You cup your chin with your hand, looking away as you trail off mid-sentence.

“I miss you,” he says, quiet and soft and so, so unlike himself, filling the faintest gap of silence.

Your eyes flit back, meeting his own through the screen. Sae has to strain to catch the soft exhale that leaves your lips. Then, you smile — gentle and (somehow) pitying at the same time.

“You’ll be home soon enough,” you say, your tone full of warmth.

“I want to be home now,” he replies, almost petulant as the pillowcase slightly muffles his words. His gaze softens when you do. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” you whisper, lightly poking the camera in a manner that has him instinctively scrunching up his nose. You tilt your head to the side, studying half of his face as best you can through a phone.

“My flight back is on Saturday,” Sae says, studying your face in return.

“I know. Want me to pick you up?”

“I land around midnight,” he mumbles. “I don’t want to keep you up—”

“Sae.”

The tips of his ears burn, embarrassment painting his cheeks red when your eyes meet. After a beat, he huffs in complaint, his brows furrowing. Still, your gaze softens; and he melts almost instantly.

He sniffles, lightly shifting onto his side. “I want you to pick me up from the airport,” he clarifies, trying to will a little firmness into his voice.

“Hm,” there’s a fuzzy feeling in his chest, fluttering and clinging to every corner at your soft hum. It further roots itself into him when you grin. “I’ll think about it.”

“What’ll it take for you to say yes?” he asks, trying to bite back a smile. He nuzzles into his pillow when you lean back, pretending to be deep in thought.

God, he misses you so bad. He misses being near you with every bone in his body.

“A kiss, maybe. If you want.”

Sae rolls his eyes, fondness buzzing in his chest. “I thought you were going to be more ambitious than that.”

You shrug, nonchalant, “I’ll max out your card when you get home.”

“Mm.” Sae rolls onto his other side, switching his phone to his free hand. “That sounds more like you,” he mumbles, soft.

The corners of his eyes crinkle when you guffaw, quickly defending yourself against his claim. His expression softens impossibly so — he’s sure the press would have a field day if they saw him like this. (Part of him thinks he wouldn’t care if they did; you’re the reason behind it, anyway).

“I wanna go home.”

“You’re staying in France for, like, two more days. You’ll be fine, Sae.”

He rolls his eyes, picking at the edges of his phone case. “Have you washed the bedsheets yet?”

“Yesterday,” you reply, absentminded. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sae murmurs, hushed. “Did you use the detergent I like?”

“Yeah?”

He makes a soft noise, “I hope you know I’m collapsing on our bed when I get home.”

“I don’t—”

“And I’m bringing you down with me.”

A soft, amused huff leaves his lips at your expression. His eyes narrow just a little, the action fond and affectionate in nature. When you sputter, Sae scrunches up his nose. He wishes he could kiss the frown off your lips.

“Whatever,” you grumble, softly clicking your tongue. “You’re lucky I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Sae whispers, soft and gentle and so, so unlike himself. He supposes his demeanor is your fault — his heart turned to mush the moment he gave it to you. The thought is stupid and utterly asinine, truly.

Still, Sae doesn’t mind. He believes it more and more, letting it take root in his soul every time you brighten up at his tender, ‘I love you’s.

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characters: sub!dragons x dom!gn!reader

warnings: fluff, crack, slight angst, them being in heat, dragon anatomy so 2 cocks huehuehue, reader is very very very curious abt dragon anatomy, shy bois<33, squirting, handjob, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, eating out, finger in vent so fingering????

notes: i was thinking over different dragon anatomies but then my mind suddenly went what if?????? inspired by @teeth-farie’s sub leviathan fic. gradient divider by @/benkeibear. im dying waiting for wuthering waves to release also jiyan might be ooc as it is written before wuwa’s release. you can think of any dragons you know or want, these were the only ones i could remember😔

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it’s not an everyday normal thing to have a dragon as a lover. more so if said dragon is seen as a high ranking being and is constantly busy while also being basically untouchable in human terms. hell, not even their fellow draconic kin aren’t able to spend time with them, much less make them put down their mask of indifference and cold stoicism.

a certain title with heavy burden, suppression of one's emotions and feelings rest atop their head, constantly forcing them to make choices based on their people and their wishes, yet never for themselves. always living up to their title and position in the society but never simply as themselves. never giving them a moment of respite, comfort, feeling of kinship or even a friend to share a cup of tea or a glass of pear blossom wine with. always a title, someone to be worshipped and admired from afar but never to get close to or to even dare touch.

except for you, you sweet human who stumbled your way into their life. quite literally. your first meeting with your draconic lover was of you stumbling down the stairs and landing in front of their feet ungracefully while they tried their best to stifle a laughter that was bubbling in their chest. who were you and where have you suddenly ungraciously fell down in front of them in a heap of mess and a single thumbs up accompanied by a muffled "i'm okay!"?

you had the body anatomy of a human. you looked like a human. you sounded like a human. but were you truly one though?

"now who are you that have discourteously decided to fall in front of me like a chipmunk would out of a tree?" they ask, doing their best to stop themselves from doubling over in a heap of a laughing mess as they reach a hand out to help you get up. their resistance only proves futile as a quiet chuckle escapes their mouth — to which they had to bite down on their tongue to not turn it into a laugh — when they see the absolute mess you have made out of yourself. hair a mess, sticking out everywhere like a bird's nest with your clothes covered in slight dirt and grime alongside a few tears here and there considering you quite literally fell down the stairs in front of them.

reaching a hand out, they help you out in taking out some stray leaves that had stuck into your hair during your tumble. all the while, you try to dust off your clothes as quickly as possible so you could apologize and thank them.

"yeah yeah, but chipmunks are cute, aren't they?" you clarify with a cheeky grin as you finally stand upright to take in the visage of your helper and the same person you just made a fool out of yourself in front of. not that you minded it that much.

oh. oh well stars have mercy, aren't they the moist celestial man you have ever laid eyes upon. it was like looking on a painting in front of you. the sunlight right behind their head, creating a halo like effect as the man smiles at you with nothing but kindness and slight amusement twinkling about in their eyes. you were pretty sure you looked like a fool right now in front of them, jaw slack as you stared at their face. for a second, the dragon was a bit concerned. did you perhaps somehow unhinged your jaw when tumbling down the stairs? but you were talking just normally a few seconds ago. or... was it because you recognized him that you had suddenly gone quiet?

he hoped not. he liked your little charismatic words and choices of being well... in a more gentler terms, weird. but in a very cute way. just like a chipmunk.

“are you—“

“god damn!! even your voice is hot” your sudden words take them back by surprise, causing them to go quiet. did you just—?

"[NAAMMMEEE]!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF YOUR OFFICE UNTIL I SAY SO!!" a third voice calls out, seemingly calling out for you. upon hearing the voice screech out your name, threatening you with paperwork, he could see you freeze up. visibly paling — if he squinted hard enough, the dragon could swear that he saw your ghost float out in a comical way — eyes widening, you glance back to the top of the stairs you came tumbling down from. just then, another person comes running in, standing atop the the stairs you just tumbled down from.

“YOU!!” the person points a finger in your direction, seemingly your boss or a coworker perhaps. but considering how you were literally shaking in your boots, this person was definitely your boss or something along those lines…

“it was nice meeting you and all, i gotta dash. i don’t wanna deal with paperwork today or ever. see ya’ around, pretty!” you manage to say in a quick heap of mess, giving the dragon a single pat on his shoulder before making a mad dash to somewhere. the dragon could only hope that you won’t get caught by your superior. though, that wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

“pretty…” you called him pretty.

it wasn’t as if the dragon never received compliments before. he did, actually. many times and so much to the point it had grown dull to him. the affirmations of his prowess or how handsome he looked nor the elegant way he dressed — they were all common to him. from his subordinates to a civilian he would pass by on the street would stop and fawn at his otherworldly visage.

yet why was it that your single compliment the one that had continued to linger on his mind? it wasn’t even the sophisticated words the poets sing nor the heartfelt way the children would cheerfully say. no, it was just how you would call a fellow human “pretty”.

a fellow being…

was that why it was so different? why it left such a deep impression on him that the dragon couldn’t help but flush as he thought about how you referred to him. not as something to revere, not as a title to bow to or a powerful being that you should walk on eggshell around. just a fellow living being with their own feelings and emotions. like… a fellow human being.

the dragon found himself unconsciously recalling the moment over and over again since then. it would come to him during meetings, during a paperwork, during a simple moment of respite and recollection.

he would catch a glimpse of a tiny chipmunk, squeaking as the little furry creature jumps between trees, and he would be reminded of you. he would see stray leaves falling from the tree and he would be reminded of you. he could just be walking around and before he knew it, he was back at the place where you two first met. the stairs you’ve stumbled down from, the underground he was standing at, the railings separating the sidewalk from the pond nearby.

“pretty” the dragon would whisper to himself, the word falling from his mouth without him knowing as he looks up at the stairs. secretly, he would hope that you you stumble down the stairs yet again. “like a chipmunk would out of a tree”.

“hey! it’s you, pretty!” as if sensing his weird newfound feeling of longing, the heavens have decided to grace his lonely soul with your lively presence once more. turning around, he could see you running over to him from the opposite end of the stairs. the dragon couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a deep and low rumbling sound coming from his chest.

“pity. i was actually waiting for you to tumble down the stairs again” he says once you were close enough, all of his attention shifting to you now. he could see you much more clearly now. there was no rush of you running away from your duties, no superior chasing you around threatening you with paperwork, nor the tumbling down the stairs. no. this time, it was just you and him. and if he strained his ears enough, he could hear the squeaks of a few chipmunks in the nearby trees.

you looked beautiful. charismatic smile and lively eyes shining up at him with a bright and bubbly personality that seemed to drag him into your depths, making him want to spend every waking moment beside you.

“oh boo-hoo. how about you tumble down the stairs next time, huh?” you groan, eyes rolling with a huff of a laughter. not even a three times of meeting and you were already joking with the dragon as if he was an old friend of yours that you met again after a long time. is this what it means to have a friend? to share laughter and jokes with teasing jabs at one another. harmless humor thrown about as you two stroll around the streets with little to no attention to your surroundings or the people staring, pointing, whispering about you two.

no. it was just the two of you. the dragon and the charismatic human.

just him and you. alongside the few squeaks of a distant chipmunks jumping about a few trees.

much time had passed since your first encounter. almost every day, at every hour, the city could see you alongside the dragon, hanging around, chattering and even gossiping as the two of you just simply enjoyed life. if one was missing, you could simply find the other around the corner.

at first it was almost sacrilegious to the people. what do you mean a mere human — a commoner nonetheless — was seen hanging around with the great dragon?! surely it must be some elaborate prank or a joke! due to that, a quarrel had broken out amongst the high standing authorities of the society or amongst those who work under the dragon’s commands. it wasn’t common to see the dragon walking amongst the common folk, no. but what was weird was the fact that the dragon seemed so… humane, as he laughed and even played pranks on some of the people with you. thankfully, it quieted down when he decided to address the arising problem at hand and peacefully settled everything. not entirely peaceful though, as some — okay maybe everyone who has the position of authority — had strongly protested against him being on a friendly level with a normal human.

too bad for them because the dragon basically told them to shut the fuck up and think of their own lives. in a very gentle and professional manner for they knew you would have jumped their asses if given the chance. that’s just how unhinged you were but it was okay for the dragon loved your little unhinged things and comments.

it was adorable to see you shuffling around with nothing in mind. just daydreaming in your head, waiting for their meeting to end so you two could go out for the promised snack run. he always loved to come from your back and swoop you up in a big hug, effectively spooking you no matter how many times he has done it in the past. he loved the little squeaks you made. the quick latching of your hands around his neck to stabilize yourself. the scolding you give him about warning you the next time he comes in to swoop you off of your feet.

endearing — that’s how you were in his eyes. a treasure to be protected. a hidden gem to be admired. the painting of an ethereal angel to be seen but never to be touched. and dragons know just what to do to keep their treasure safe.

protective hand constantly around your waist or your shoulder, keeping you close to himself. a little peck on the crown of your head away from prying eyes. sometimes, he would bare his fangs at anyone who shows hostility towards you, human hands morphing, elongating into sharp claws that could tear into their flesh. a tail wrapped possessively around your ankle or wrist, refusing to let you leave his side. though, it was always unconsciously done as the dragon would apologize with flushed cheeks when you point it out.

“your tail has a mind of its own, i swear” he could hear you mutter with a giggle, a hand running over the smooth scales of his tail that was loosely wrapped around your middle. he was lucky enough to have some peace and quiet in your presence without his servants to annoy him further. while you? he was sure that you skipped your work again to come over to him. you always seem to find a way to skip out of work.

the dragon didn’t mind. if it meant being able to see you again, he wouldn’t mind cutting out of his own work to come and visit you.

with a low rumble in his chest, he pushes his head into the crook of your neck further. tail peacefully hooked around you, his own hands in his lap as he quietly purrs in content at the feeling of your hand smoothen out his scales.

“awww, you purring?” you coo out, hearing the distinct noises he was making as he uses your shoulder as a makeshift pillow. the dragon pauses, realizing he made a mistake of letting himself get too comfortable in your hold. no doubt you would use this to tease him, and he was right when your hand came up to scratch under his chin like one would treat a cat.

“mmrrpp… nope. i have no idea what you’re talking about” he tries to deny your words, yet making no effort to defend himself as he leans further into your touch. it actually felt good to have you scratch his chin and to purr like a cat. all he got in return was a hum.

this was usually how your days went. cutting out on work, running away from your superior to pet an overgrown lizard. a very handsome lizard who loved to spoil you but a lizard nonetheless.

oh heavens have mercy, it was back. it was back and it was worse than last year’s and the dragon was silently cursing his body as he tries desperately to keep his mind grounded.

sometimes, he tended to forget just how annoying it is to be a dragon or have some sort of draconic blood in his lineage until he is reminded of it. hot, bubbling lava swirling in his stomach, his mind constantly going to the gutter as he thinks about all sorts of inappropriate things. and he wasn’t safe nor were you safe because for some reason, his mind kept creating the image of you. gentle hands exploring his flesh, teasing kisses on his elf-like ears, dirty vile whispers of how you didn’t knew he was such a pervert.

that wasn’t how the dragon wanted you to be remembered as. he wanted to keep your image clean and sweet, surrounded by nothing except flowers and gentle smiles. not his tail wrapping around your waist to make you continue to fuck his brains out until he cried dumbly.

“[name]… [n-name], forgive me…” pitiful whines spilled from his bleeding lips as the dragon tries to drown himself within the pile of pillows and blankets stacked upon his bed. how perverted must he be to think of your image in such a lewd way? he doesn’t think he can bring himself to look you in the eye the next time you meet.

knock knock!

urgent knocks sounded from the doors of his home, ones he thought he was just hallucinating in his current state. being in heat sucks as the dragon couldn’t tell if the things he was hearing were real or just a fragment created by his mind. curse his biology.

soft clicks and clacks resound into the emptiness of his home, making him perk up slightly from bed. who could it be? not everyone knew how to enter his home nor would they be foolish enough to do so during this time of the year. but there was one important person he was close to. the one person he forgot to notify of his oncoming heat cycle. the same person he gave the spare key to his house to. the same human who—

“hey! you were home along, huh? i got worried when you weren’t at your workplace the last two—“ he could hear you trail off, words getting stuck in your throat as he sees the slight widening of your eyes when you took in the scene of him just being miserable. curled up on his bed, tail flicking wildly as if he was provoked and uncomfortable. ears and cheeks flushed red with slight haze covering his usually bright and attentive eyes.

ah, he really wanted to make you see how pathetic he could get during this time of the year.

“[name]… p-please, leave. i don’t want to drag you into this mess” another whine of your name fell from his lips, this time louder than the one before.

please don’t get close, he could smell your scent and it was driving him up the walls. human hands becoming more scaled and clawed as he paws at the soft materials of one of the blankets. poorly muffled whimpers falling out as he tries to hug his tail to himself, to keep it from reaching out and hooking around your ankle like it always does. please don’t come closer, he might just trap you in his home for days until this cursed heat goes away. he didn’t wish to subject you to this torture.

“ah, right. i forgot that lizards and snakes go into heat during this time of the year” you briefly take a look at the calendar hung on the wall. the last 2 days not crossed out due to his suffering of the heat. the last 2 days you didn’t see him. at all.

he must’ve been in so much pain. whining and groaning, little growls slipping out too as he tosses and turns on his little makeshift nest. in the middle of his toss and turning, you could catch a glimpse of a small wet patch starting to form on his pants’ front. was he getting hard by just seeing you? how… cute.

“[name]! please, just leave! i can t-take care of myself” the dragon pleads, trying to shuffle away as you approach his bed to sit on the edge of it. shushing his pleas, you reach a hand out to place it over his tail that he had let go, the extra limb curling around your wrist a bit too tightly.

“hey hey.. it’s okay. nothing wrong with helping you out here, y’know? i just wanna help” you hum, rubbing small circles onto his knee where your hand was placed. you could only hope that it would soothe him and his troubled self, but it seems to have the opposite effect as he now looks pained. brows furrowed with fanged teeth chewing on his lips, so much so he was starting to draw blood. you tut softly, other hand reaching out to make him stop doing that.

it felt nice to have you here. the hand that was on his chin trailing up to smoothen out his long tangled hair. he had forgotten how much the little things can calm the nerves of his as he leans into your touch. you were here. reassuring him, being understanding as you suggested helping him. what did the dragon ever did to deserve you?

swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he gave a little nod, signaling that he had decided to accept your offer of help. you give him a small smile, to which he reciprocated with shaky, bloodied lips. it took some effort to help him get rid of his pants, his tail getting in the way over and over with how it refused to stay still. it even knocked down the bag of little groceries you brought when you first walked in. the dragon apologized, saying he had barely to no control over his tail during this time. you only chuckled at that, kissing his cheek as a move of comfort.

“you mind if i take these off too, pretty?” you thumb at the hem of his boxers, looking into his eyes for a sign of rejection. gods, he forgot how much he loved that nickname. breath getting caught in his lungs from hearing it in such a loving way, paired with how careful you were with him.

he gives a little nod and you take off his boxers, throwing it to the side with his pants.

oh? what an unexpected sight.

what you thought would greet you with the typical human male anatomy, instead there was a vent like opening. slightly puffy with a bit of scales on the sides in a seemingly protective layer, a little bud on top similar to a clit and wetness dripping from it and down to the sheets. you would have never thought that dragons would have such an interesting anatomy.

tentatively, you run the tip of your forefinger over the slit, softly prodding them in an opening motion to see how he reacted. he only flinched, soft whimpers falling out. he was so wet too.

“does every dragons have an anatomy like this? does it hurt when i do this?” you ask curiously, unable to tear your eyes away as the slit seem to pulse gently, opening up and closing, almost like the soft fluttering of a butterfly wings.

“i think so… maybe? and no, it doesn’t hurt. don’t worry” he reassures you, finding your genuine curiosity endearing. even in a moment like this, you were being so thoughtful. so gentle. so kind and understan—

“can i lick it?” sigh… he should have seen it coming because you had this tendency to not think before you speak, therefore resulting in moments of unhinged words and actions. but the thought was one he was willing to entertain. none of his former lovers had tried to lick his vent before and it would be a new experience. out of his comfort zone but that’s how new experiences are like.

giving you a nod, he gets comfortable on the bed as he opens his legs to you more, watching with dilated pupils as you settle between them. soft kisses to his thighs got him heaving a breath he didn’t knew he was holding, muscles loosening in relaxation as he waited. you took your time. soft kisses trailing from his thighs, to some little scars before finally reaching his vent. in a way to test the boundaries, you gave a few kisses to the scales, the little bud that resembled a clit before licking a stripe up his slit, tasting the slick that was gathered there. he tasted oddly sweet. like honey that was left in room temperature for a bit too long. you could feel like legs jerk, threatening to close around your head.

“s-sorry… not used to it” he mutters under his breath, to which you only hum softly. placing your forefinger and middle finger on both sides of the vent, you make a little spreading motion. gentle little licks turning more greedy as you give his insides a few licks. the dragon lets out a loud whine at that, throwing his head back on the pillow as a clawed hand comes down to fist at your locks.

he didn’t had plushie insides, if anything, you were pretty sure you felt scaled limb move inside his vent. the scales similar to the soft ones that were on the outside of his vent. maybe it was the same thing? in an effort to satisfy your growing curiosity, you push your tongue inside a bit more, prodding at the soft scaled limb slithering inside.

“gyaAANH—! w-wait a minuuyygkk♡︎♡︎ [n-name]♡︎!” he yelps loudly, his legs finally wrapping around your head as he writhes on the bed. more of his delicious juices spill out, dripping down your chin and to the bedsheets. it was a bit too much for him. this was first time allowing his vent to be eaten out and you were such a curious little human who kept pushing him to limits of pleasure he never knew existed. hell, he didn’t even knew he could let out a squeal like that before.

meanwhile, the poor pent-up dragon weakly bucks his hips into your mouth more, you only continue with your little research. pushing your tongue inside, licking up his insides as you push his vent open more with your fingers. by now, you have come to the conclusion that this slick gushing into your mouth was his precum. at least, what can be considered as a precum in dragon terms.

eyes focusing on his pretty face twisting in pleasure, you felt giddy with how easily you could make him crumble. such a strong and intimidating dragon, only to turn into a moaning mess when you eat out his vent. it was endearing to see how much he trusted you.

continuing to prod and lick at his vent, the insides and the little nub resembling a clit, you watch in fascination as his slit becomes more loose. the scaled limbs that were slithering inside now starting to push out, prodding past the protective scales of his vent opening. oh, it was his cock you were prodding at when you were eating him out.

wait no. cocks.

sitting upright, wiping the mess he made on your chin, you coo words of comfort as his cocks slowly comes out of his vent. helping him with it, pushing his legs open each time he tried to close them because everything felt too much for his overly sensitive body. one was a bit bigger than the other, soft, glistening scales that were the same color of his tail on the base that slowly turned into his human skin. the scales were soft, barely noticeable but definitely sensitive as he kept twitching whenever you ran your finger over it.

“they’re pretty” you remark with a smile, fingertip trailing from the base of his bigger cock to the tip, teasing his tip with a light few taps. he could only jerk at that, whining softly at the feeling of your hands on him.

oh gods, was this real? your hands were on him. on his body. on his cocks. you were touching him, helping him out during his heat. you… he wondered if you would allow him to scent you. maybe leave a mark or two on your neck. perhaps if he begged enough times, you would allow him to touch you too—

“aangh—! [name], don’t just touch them like.. that… aaanghh haah s-so soft♡︎” he trails off into a quiet moan, his claws digging into the pillow under his head for stability as you finally wrap your hand around his cock. softly stroking it, occasionally swiping your thumb over the leaking tip to make him squirm. your hand was so soft. so loving in the way it handled his cock. were you not taken aback by how weird it was? how inhuman they were? he isn’t surprised that you aren’t. you find almost everything interesting, and his body was one of them.

“easy, pretty. deep breaths, i got you” he could hear your words over the soft moans of his own unrecognizable voice, so shy rather than the commanding authoritative tone it usually has. all he could do was nod his head, no thoughts in his mind as he allows you to take care of him. you can take care of him just fine, he knows that better than anyone.

“f-feels.. good. love uungk♡︎ the way your haaanhhg h-hand feels♡︎♡︎” he stutters over his words, barely able to let out a single sentence without tripping over his own breath. how could you be so good to him? stealing his breath away from the moment you first stumbled your way into his life until now, in his bed, taking care of his sensitive body.

all the while, you kept a close eye on his vent. the soft fluttering it occasionally does whenever your thumb would swipe over his pretty pink tip, whenever you would add pressure to the prominent vein under his mushroom tip. it seemed sensitive too. and neglected too as it continues to drip with the slick he was gushing over your face just moments ago.

switching between his two cocks, trying to give attention to both of them, your free hand grazes over the lip of his tent. almost as if sensing your curiosity, the poor thing opens up a bit more as if asking you to push your finger inside it. but was that possible? judging from the size of the slit opening, you could tell it wasn’t fit for taking things inside other than his own cocks. but there was still some space left. maybe you could give it a shot.

“breathe for me, pretty. you’re doing so good. that’s my sweet dragon” words of praises continue to fall from your lips, clouding his mind more and more with each word. so much so to the point he couldn’t tell that he came on your hand already. using his moment of distraction, you ease your finger inside slowly until the first knuckle.

“aaNNGH—?! [n-name] what’re yo-oouugnnh—! h-heavens, what—♡︎♡︎ what are aaAMH♡︎ MYAANGH MMRPP♥︎?!” immediately, he started to thrash around on the bed. choked pleas of stopping, asking you what you were doing and soft sobs falling from his lips as his legs shake like a fawn’s. what were you doing to him?! it felt like a hot bubbling lava was swirling in his stomach, ready to burst at any moment. what is it that you were doing? he— he couldn’t bring himself to see it, afraid that if he does, he might let out a sound that he never let out before.

but that dam he was trying so badly to hold back broke when you eased your finger into the second knuckle. shaking legs weakly kicking at the bed, tail coming up to wrap around your wrist in a tugging motion into the vent while he arched his back so prettily, letting out a damn squeal as his cocks squirted over his stomach and to his chin.

“oh, look at you! gods, you’re so damn ethereal, darling. i fucking love seeing you like this” you say in excitement, watching as his dilated pupils turn into a heart shape while fat globs of tears start to roll down his cheeks. he was really sensitive huh?

softly, your finger explore the insides of his vent. tentatively stroking his inner vent until you came across a soft spongy spot inside. it felt oddly gummy, very little but still there. curious about what it was, you give it a little stroke, watching as your dragon squirts yet again. his legs wouldn’t stop shaking and twitching, body writhing on the bed so cutely as he blabbers about some unintelligible things. you could faintly make out your own name and things about hitting his soft spot.

“[n-nAME]!! STOOHPPP SHTOP STOHP EECK♡︎♡︎!! t-too much f’ meeaannnhhg♥︎ t-too much too muchtoomuchtoomuUUNGK!! GYUUCKKK—♥︎♥︎!!” your sweet darling cries out, sobbing as his claws reach out to your hands, digging into the flesh there. it didn’t help that your other hand was still stroking his poor cock, making his orgasm longer than it ever has been before.

he was going crazy. he would die! if you kept stroking his cock while fingering his soft spot inside his vent, he would surely go crazy from the sheer amount of pleasure!! he can’t take more—

“c-can’t—! can’t squirt ‘nymoowwhr♡︎ [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [naMEE]♥︎♥︎” the dragon trails off, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your name falls out of his mouth in a gibberish mantra. oh, how adorable he was, jaws slack open as he drools, crying about not being able to squirt anymore when his cocks easily does it for him.

“shh shhh… easy, love. easy” you shush his shrill moans, kissing his pointy ears as his tail refuses to let your finger out of his vent. how cute. he was such a contradiction, it was adorable. but you could see he had never received such amount of pleasure before as the grip of his claws on your hands loosen, blurry heart shaped pupils staring at you with no thoughts in his head.

“you can take another finger, right?” you ask, wincing slightly when his tail wraps entirely around your forearm now.

“[n-name]…! [naaammeee]—! m-mate♡︎♥︎♥︎” your sweet dragon trails off, nothing behind those hazy eyes of his as he only slurs out your name and the word mate over and over again.

he can definitely take another finger.