Margin For Error (Fushiguro M X F!Reader)

Margin for Error (Fushiguro M x F!Reader)

My first post ahhh 👉🏾👈🏾 pls be kind

When you're observant enough to know your crush likes you but you're emotionally stunted and you keep second-guessing yourself 😩 poor megumi. Thankfully, Gojo is there to help!

Warnings: None!

Enjoy! xx

-♡-

"Oh, it's you," Megumi says, trying his best to sound apathetic as he cracks the door open a little wider for you to slip inside.

"Try not to sound too excited," you laugh, ruffling his hair as you waltz past. He gets a whiff of smooth caramel and sweet vanilla as you pass and swallows, trying to calm the wild thumping of his heart. You always smell like a candy store and freshly baked cookies. He's never been a fan of overly sweet things, but he's developed a sweet tooth since meeting you.

He watches you lean against his desk, casually perusing the books and notes scattered across it, "Do you even need to study? You're smart enough anyway."

Megumi drops into the office chair in front of you, rolling an inch or two away from you. He needs to create distance between you before his heart punches through his chest.

"Of course, I need to study," Megumi scoffs, "If I don't want to be a bumbling idiot like Itadori, that is."

You laugh and poke his shoulder playfully, "He's not that bad, Guro!"

Megumi glances away, heat rushing to his cheeks. He both loves and hates when you call him that.

You push yourself up onto his desk and fiddle with the dog-shaped stress ball you bought for him in Tokyo. He watches how your legs dangle off the edge of the desk, how your skirt hitches up over your knees, revealing smooth skin he's only ever dreamt of touching.

"So why are you here?" he asks, averting his gaze from your legs, "To annoy me?"

A hint of playfulness to his tone is barely noticeable, but you pick it up straight away, and a teasing smile grows across your face.

"What? I can't visit my second best friend?"

Megumi snorts, "'Best friend' is a bit generous."

"Oh yeah? And what would you call us?"

Megumi glances up at you, his gaze snaring at yours. He can feel heat bloom beneath his cheeks again, but he can't look away, not when there's a glimmer in your eyes and a smile on your lips, those lips that he wants to do unspeakable things to.

Finally, he clears his throat, his voice a little husky, "Classmates."

You laugh, undaunted, nudging his leg with your toe, "Oh come on, we're at least acquaintances, right?" You nudge him again when you see the slight smile trying to worm its way onto his face, "Right?"

Megumi rolls his eyes, "Fine. You didn't answer my question, by the way."

You give the stress ball another small squeeze, "Well, Gojo-sensei is taking us out tonight, and I'm supposed to use my womanly charms to persuade you."

Megumi rolls his eyes at Gojo's antics. He can't turn his sensei down if you're the one inviting him because it would mean turning you down, and Megumi can't find it in himself to refuse you. So Gojo is using you as a pretty little courier bird, exploiting his feelings for you. What a clever little trap Gojo's set.

Megumi glances at his books, stacked neatly beside you. He wanted to finish some extra study tonight, but a few hours with you is far more intriguing than any textbook he could ever find.

"Okay," He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant.

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Really?"

"Really."

"Just like that?"

Megumi arches a brow, and you throw your hands up in defence.

"I was just expecting more pushback."

Megumi shrugs again, "It'll be fun if you're there."

This time, it's your turn to blush. You wear every emotion beautifully, but Megumi thinks bashful is his favourite.

"Cool!" You chirp excitedly, "Well, that was easy. Does that mean I can add you back to the group chat?"

Megumi makes a face, and you laugh again.

-♡-

The Karaoke Bar in Tokyo is loud and crowded, but Gojo manages to secure a private booth in the back, which Megumi is grateful for. He's not particularly fond of crowds, and he hates shouting over some tone-deaf drunk trying to sing along to Britney Spears.

Sitting on the couch next to Nobara and Gojo, Megumi watched with a small smirk as you scream-sing the words to 'I Want it That Way' with Itadori. Itadori laughs every three words while you perform a silly, uncoordinated dance, twirling the fringes of your dress. You look beautiful, beaming at Megumi now and then, your hair out and your eyes shining with amusement. He can't take his eyes off you.

Nobara is cheering you on, clapping and hooting, while Gojo sprawls out on the couch, grinning. He'd forgone wearing his blindfold for sunglasses instead, and there's something in the way that Gojo's eyes dart between you and Megumi that irritates the latter.

"She looks cute tonight, doesn't she?" Gojo remarks casually, though there is a teasing lilt to his voice that Megumi doesn't like one bit.

Megumi shrugs, still staring at you while Nobara shimmies up to you.

"Why don't you ask her out?" Gojo suggests, "I think she'll say yes." Megumi slants a disapproving glare over his shoulder at Gojo, who stubbornly persists, "It's obvious that she likes you. Sometimes, the way she looks at you makes me wonder how you haven't noticed."

Megumi looks away, and Gojo tilts his head to the side, observing how Megumi's throat bobs.

"Or you have noticed, but something's stopping you from asking her out?"

Megumi stares at his glass of coke, fingers flexing around his trousers.

"Every time I try to ask her, I second guess myself. It's stupid… I'm pretty sure that she likes me, but there's always the possibility that I might be wrong, a margin for error that keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I think about it."

Gojo hums in understanding. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and stares at Megumi with a level of sternness that is so foreign, so unlike the Gojo he knows, Megumi thinks he's imagined it.

"Don't overthink it," Gojo encourages, and his mouth ticks into a smile, "You're your own worst enemy sometimes. But that girl is crazy for you, and I know you're crazy for her. So ask her up to the rooftop bar and go for it before someone else does."

Megumi arches a brow, "There's a rooftop bar?"

"Yeah," Gojo leans back again, all seriousness draining from his expression "It's pretty romantic up there."

A sneaking suspicion Megumi had since he'd arrived explodes into complete awareness as he stares at Gojo.

"Did you…organise this whole night so that I could ask her out?"

Gojo's small smile splits into a wicked grin.

-♡-

Megumi has to admit that his sensei has taste.

It is, indeed, very romantic up on the roof, with the night sky overhead and the glittering Tokyo city before him. The atmosphere of the rooftop bar is also very warm and relaxed, with golden fairy lights strung up above him. Despite the ambience and the beautiful views, Megumi's stomach ties itself into a triple-tied sailor's knot, and he can't stop drumming his fingers against the balcony railing. Why did he let Gojo talk him into this? This was stupid, insane even; he can't risk jeopardising his friendship with you because of some stupid, teenage hormones––

"Hey, Guro! You wanted to talk to me?"

Megumi turns around, sees you, and firmly instructs himself not to flee.

You look radiant.

Cheeks flushed, hair out, eyes glittering, smile beaming. You look vivacious, full of life, like sunlight on the first day of spring.

He can't do this.

"Actually, no - I mean - no, that's what I mean't…no."

He's not prepared for the look of disappointment that spills into your eyes.

"I've never heard the word 'no' used so much in one sentence," you quip, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.

Megumi stares at his feet, defeated. He feels like a coward. He probably looks like one, too.

"There's a first for everything, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's a shame, though, because I thought you'd asked me up here so you could admit your feelings for me," Megumi's eyes snap back to you. You look hopeful and nervous as you continue, "Feelings that I share."

"You mean you—?!"

"Yes," you breathe, stepping closer to him, staring up into his eyes, "Yes, Megumi, I like you. A lot."

Megumi's throat bobs. You're so close. He's drawn in by every fleck of colour in your irises.

"I-yes, I did invite you up here to-to tell you I like you. But I didn't expect you to—"

"—Megumi," you whisper, and he swallows again. The way you say his name turns his spine to butter.

"—yeah?"

"Kiss me."

"Okay."

Craning his neck, Megumi leans down and finally, finally kisses you.

It's…a little awkward if he's honest. This is his first kiss, but it's evidently not yours, and as you guide him through it, Megumi finds himself melting into it. His lips move against yours, slow and sweet, and when you tilt your head a little to deepen the kiss, Megumi sighs. You taste sugary and smell sweet, and your body is warm against him, soft and small, and he reaches out for you to pull you closer. You link your arms around his neck and moan, and Megumi feels like he's floated into a dream. Except it isn't. You, him, and the chaste first kiss that is rapidly becoming a make-out are real, and he cups your cheek with his hand to prove it to himself.

Your feelings for him are real. That's all that matters.

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3 years ago

ʚ˖Uno Noche➺Haitani Ran

➻oneshot smut

➻fem!reader x haitani ran

➻ cunnilingus, over stimulation, praise kink, breath play/choking, impact play (spanking) and breeding.

The street was loud while Haitani Ran was running after someone, he’s at the busy capital of Spain, Madrid. He’s out on a mission with his brother to chase a thief who stole a very important information about bonten.

“Mierda.” He cussed as he held on to the earpiece, “Rindou, where should I head again?” He irritatedly asked. He’s planning to enjoy his vacation here in Spain, but he can’t even have the luxury of finding a woman right now because of that thief.

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1 year ago

95 + 96 line

➺ On My Birthday?

588 words | fluff

↳ You tried to cook a birthday meal for your boyfriend and failed.

➺ If Seungcheol Has A Daughter.

bullet points

➺ Grocery List.

1.7k words | angst

↳ Heartbreak was not on your grocery list when you run into the man who broke your heart in the cereal aisle.

➺ Grocery List: After He Finds The Note.

273 words | angst

↳ Seungcheol’s reaction after finding something you’d written on an old, forgotten grocery list.

➺ Seungcheol + Angst + Arranged Marriage

357 words | angst

➺ Kisses… And Spit.

437 words | smut

↳ Jeonghan has a spit fetish and it (kinda) rubbed off on you.

➺ Untitled Jeonghan Thoughts.

406 words | fluff

↳ Thinking about how Jeonghan would be the type of bf that will gaslight his s/o into thinking they were the one who made the first move when it was in fact him who did it.

➺ If Jeonghan Has A Daughter.

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➺ Best Friends to Lovers!Jeonghan Thoughts.

806 words | fluff

➺ Jeonghan + Fluff + Having A Darling Soulmate

536 words | fluff

➺ Jeonghan + Fluff + Surprising Him With Food

520 words | fluff

➺ Invitation.

1k words | angst

↳ Jeonghan receives an invitation to your wedding with someone that isn’t him.

➺ Untitled Jeonghan Thoughts.

636 words | slight angst, fluff

↳ Thinking about how Jeonghan would be the type of bf to say “you love me” when you tell him you hate him.

➺ “Shut Up” “Make Me” Jeonghan Thoughts.

578 words | fluff

➺ Conversations Before Bed With Jeonghan Thoughts.

320 words | fluff

➺ Catch You If You Fall.

1.6k words | fluff to angst to fluff?

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687 words | fluff

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450 words | fluff

↳ Drunk, whiny Joshua is back.

➺ This One’s For You.

282 words | fluff

↳ Trust Joshua to ask his crush out in the cheesiest way possible.

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540 words | angst, comfort

➺ Joshua + Fluff

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361 words | slice of life

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1.2k words | angst to fluff

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1 year ago

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

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a u t h o r ’ s n o t e : after three years … four rewritings later… she may finally see the light … i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

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SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

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2 years ago

Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, bodily harm, gang violence, mentions of gore, casual misogyny, y/n genuinely tries to be a good parental figure, Shin keeps being a simp

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

pt. 1 | previous | playlist

“If we win, I want your second in command to go out with me!” Shinichiro proudly announced, his hands crossed over his chest with a shit-eating grin.

He heard Wakasa facepalm beside him as a collective groan passed through the Black Dragons.

Tomoe allowed just a flash of bewilderment to mark her face, before she started laughing, hysterically, bending at the waist and clutching her stomach as she leaned on you to not fall.

You heard your members snickering behind you as you stood beside your leader, an unimpressed look plastered on your face as you stared at the man in front of you.

His hair was a fucking embarrassment.

Tomoe straightened up, still giggling, but as soon as she looked at Shiniciro’s face, her hysterical fit of laughter started again.

“Wait, sorry, let me just-“ She barely managed to wheeze out, catching her breath, “Let me just-“

She burst out laughing again.

You sighed, seemingly irritated but with a playful smirk on your lips.

“Y/n, do you accept those conditions?” She somehow got out, breathless and face red from laughter, looking up at you and cackling when she saw your unimpressed face.

“I mean, sure, but,” You licked your lips, eyes passing over Shinichiro’s form, “This isn’t really a gang matter, is it?”

“Oh, you’re right!” Tomoe clapped her hands, having the same thought as you, the shit-eating grin still on her face as she stepped away from you and you just knew she’ll torment you about this later.

“Here, let’s strike a deal, lover boy,” Stepping forward, your hands deep inside the pockets of your pants, you grinned, and you could swear you saw the man gulp, “No need to bring our gangs into our clearly destined love. Let’s do this one-on-one.”

Another groan passed through Black Dragons, and you could swear you heard the tall, dark-skinned man say ‘Great. Now we’ll have to bury him.’

“One-on-one? Cool, second in command versus second in command, let’s do this.” The dark-haired man with a scar standing next to Shinichiro stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with a grin, but Tomoe shook her head.

“You’re not the one tryna take our poor y/n away, are you? Only he*,” She nodded in Shinichiro’s direction, “Can fight for this to a fair deal.”

“Oh well, I tried,” Takeomi shrugged, stepping back, “It was nice knowing you, Shin.”

“Wait!” Shinichiro suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger at you, “How old are you?”

Amusement twinkled in your eye.

“19.”

Shinichiro swiftly turned to Wakasa, worry written all over his face.

“It wouldn’t be weird to date someone two years younger, right?”

Wakasa looked close to popping a blood vessel.

“I’d really prefer if you were more woRRIED ABOUT THE FACT YOU’RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE!”

“Is it weird?”

“NO, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH, BUT YOU’LL NEVER TAKE HER OUT BECAUSE WE’RE ABOUT TO ORGANISE YOUR FUNERAL!”

Shinichiro shrugged.

“Tell gramps and ‘Zana and Emma and Mikey I love them.”

Wakasa looked utterly and fully done with everything.

“So will we fight, sweetheart?” Stepping closer to Shinichiro with your hands inside your pockets, your smile was infectious.

“Of course!” Grinning, even as his gang let out another prolonged groan, Shinichiro shrugged off his jacket, stepping closer as well.

“Before we do, lover boy,” You sounded too cocky and too excited, but he couldn’t help to find it immensely attractive, “Pick a number between 1 and 7.”

Ah, he knew this one, Wakasa warned him about it.

He also said to never pick 7.

So, naturally…

“Seven!” Confidently crossing his arms, he proudly exclaimed even as silence fell over your up-until-now laughing gang.

Quirking an eyebrow, your face turned inquisitive.

“Are you sure you want that?”

“Positive!”

The huff Takeomi let out from behind him almost muted Tomoe’s serious, muttered command.

“Someone have an ambulance ready.”

Your grin seemed to split your face in half, with too many teeth and a glint in your eye.

The fact that Wakasa already had a prayer circle going wasn’t too encouraging.

“Hey, Shin! What colour flowers do you want on your grave?”

The second your foot connected with his solar plexus, he almost regretted not responding.

The worst part wasn’t even that he got beat up within an inch of his life, the blood from his broken nose seeping down his throat, mixing with saliva and pooling on the inside of his mouth, body full of aches and misery, and at this point, he was sure he at least had a broken rib.

No, that wasn’t the worst of it, and he knew Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi would laugh at him if they could read his thoughts, but to hell, at least those were private.

The worst was that this truly will be his 21st rejection, and to hell with it, what is he doing wrong?

You fought fast and mean, something ferocious and self-confident in your steps, most of your movements a blur Shinichiro could barely register, not wasting any time on intimidation tactics or chit-chat, even when he asked ‘Nice weather up there?’ when you threw him on the ground, looming above him, before beating the shit out of him all over again.

He tapped your hip three times, signalling defeat, and as you got off him, leaving him alone on the ground, eyes closed, he could hear his members murmuring, asking if he’s alive.

“Well, that concludes our match, ‘twas nice doing business with ya! We will continue sharing the turfs, no problems now, are there?” Tomoe exclaimed, grinning like a mad woman in front of your cheering gang.

Shinichiro flashed a thumbs up, every movement another hellscape of misery for his already aching body.

Wakasa was the first by his side, grabbing his hand to pull him up, anger and worry mixing on his face, but shutting up as soon as he saw Shinichiro’s warning look.

“Come on Shin, get up, not like that bitch was that pretty anyway.”

Before Shinichiro could scold him, silence fell over Dead Snakes again, each and every member cautiously looking at you.

“Well now he’s done it.” Tomoe sighed, seemingly exhausted in a second.

Neither Wakasa nor Shin had enough time to process when you appeared before them, hand reaching and fingers tangling into Wakasa’s hair, getting into his face.

Even as the two of you fought, Shinichiro noted, all to be seen on your face was a mask of smug calmness, not another emotion betrayed, but now, you looked pissed.

Shinichiro took a long breath.

“Well then, let’s have a chat, Imaushi, whatcha think about that? Why are you cowering? Fucking scared?” Sneering, your grip on his hair tightened, “I am not interested in hearing any of your bullshit. That bitch, huh?”

Your face was mere inches from Waka’s, his teeth gritting from the pain as your eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a sadistic smile, voice absolutely furious.

“Let’s be honest, Imaushi, if I was a guy, you’d be begging to suck my dick right here and now. You’d think I’m the coolest fucking guy out there, but oh no, I’ve got a couple of hormones wrong and a slit between my legs, and so I’m just a bitch, aren’t I?”

“Hey-“ Shinichiro tried, but Tomoe stepped in before he could get another word in, her hand gently settling on your shoulder.

“Come on, y/n, we’ve won, he’s just an asshole. Let him go.”

You did as you were told instantly, allowing Wakasa to fall to the ground with a thump.

Tomoe gently wrapped her arm around your shoulder, throwing Wakasa a glare as she started dragging you away, but you stopped her for a second, turning to Shinichiro.

“Hey, loverboy!”

Shinichiro look at you, confused, raising an eyebrow.

“Meet you at the Wandakura Park, Friday, 7 p.m. sharp. Don’t be a minute late or I’m dipping,” Smirking at his bamboozled face, you allowed Tomoe to start walking you to the rest of the gang, not even looking at him as you shouted, “You’re kinda cute with your hair down!”

Shinichiro continued staring for a couple of minutes even after you left, kneeling on the ground, eyes wide and unfocused.

Takeomi poked him with a stick, and even then, all Shinichiro did was turn his head, looking right through him.

“I have a date.” Whispering, Shinichiro finally smirked.

“WITH A FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Screaming, Wakasa finally stood up, ruffling his hair and cringing at the sensation.

“To be fair,” Benkai started, “She had a point-“

“Not another word, I swear to God.”

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7 months ago

promise that you won’t fall | h.hj smau

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: angst, smut, social media au (with written parts), coworkers au, exes to lovers, enemies to lovers, fwb to lovers

summary: Your high school romance with Hwang Hyunjin was intense and unforgettable, but it ended abruptly when he vanished to college without a word. Years later, your paths cross again as you’re both hired to plan a mutual friend's dream wedding. Despite the time that has passed, old wounds are reopened and unresolved feelings resurface. Will this twist of fate rekindle your connection or drive you apart for good?

status: ongoing

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ch 1 - reuniting the gang

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3 years ago

the daddyfication of ran haitani

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!! i got this request for hiding a pregnancy from ran and went cuckoo bananas this is gonna be multiple parts OOPS!!! please enjoy!!! ((for context, this is in the same world as boyfriendified ran!!))

content: unprotected sex, shower sex, mentions of vomit, pregnancy, lil bit angsty!!!

word count: 2.6k

ran's pacing in his office, exerting a significant amount of energy trying not to appear visibly upset by your phone call. across the room sat rindou and kakucho, who he'd been having a glass of whiskey and a nice chat with to celebrate the end of the work week before you called.

"baby?" your voice reminds him he hasn't responded to you yet.

"uh," he forces out the sound. "sure. that's fine. no dinner tonight. what did you say's goin' on?"

"i think i have food poisoning," you sigh, clearly exhausted. "i've been throwing up since i got home. they catered lunch at work today, maybe it was that."

"i should kill that caterer for ruining a night with my girl."

he's no more than 70% serious. probably.

you laugh into the phone and he turns his back to his brother and kakucho so they won't see the way he's smiling at the sound.

"thank you for that, but it won't be necessary. can we try for date night tomorrow?"

"'course," ran nods his head, hoping his tone didn't give away how disappointed he was to not be seeing you in the next hour like he'd planned.

"you sound sad," you sigh. he should've known you'd see right through him, you knew him better than anyone. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm sad about it, too."

"it's alright, babe," he starts back toward his seat. "really it is. i'll call you later? love you."

he hangs up and drops back into his chair, lifting the whiskey to his lips. rindou gives him a curious look. "my girl's got food poisoning," he explains simply, reaching for the bottle. "anyone up for another round?"

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the food poisoning leaves you feeling a bit weak for the rest of the weekend, waves of nausea occasionally hitting you, but nothing as serious as when you'd called off friday date night.

you take it easy throughout the week, even calling out of work the next friday to get an extra day to really rest. ran takes the day off, too, so you can spend a whole long weekend together. and by friday morning, you're feeling good. so good that you're happily pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall as ran thrusts his cock inside you.

the wet sounds of your pussy contracting around him are drowned out by the water running from the shower head, and you only hear ran's heavy, panting breaths because they're right in your ear. "fuck, you're so wet for me," he grunts. "look how easy i'm goin' in. love bein' in this tight little cunt."

"m-missed this so much," you whimper, nails digging into his back where you're holding onto him. it's only been a week since you'd last had sex, you wanted to be cautious about exerting yourself after being so sick, but even one celibate week for the two of you felt like months. ran chuckles in your ear, loving knowing that you long for moments like these the same way he does, and speeds up the motions of his hips.

you cry out, voice carrying through the apartment. at this angle, every stroke has his tip striking a spot inside your velvety walls that's making your head spin. "fuckin' cum around me," his words come out through gritted teeth. "squeeze my fuckin' cock the way i like it. need you to cum."

he hoists you up a bit higher on the wall, shifting your body onto one arm so his other hand is free to seek out your clit. as he rubs against the sensitive nub fervently, it hardly takes another minute before you're unraveling, toes curling, moaning loudly as you cum.

"shit, just like that," his hips stutter, the feeling of your slick cunt shuddering around his length always bringing him right to the edge of his own orgasm. your moans are only getting louder as you get more sensitive and the continued drag of his cock in your walls threatens to be too much for you.

"too much, ran," you whine. and just like that, his hips still for a moment as he releases in hot ropes deep inside you. he fucks his hips up a few more times, pumping his cum deeper, mind going a little cloudy as he comes down from his own pleasure. you squirm in his arms, kissing all over his face as he gently pulls out and sets you onto your feet.

"stop cumming inside me, perv," you tease after you've caught your breath. ran throws his head back and laughs.

"yeah right," he steals a quick kiss. "you love it too much."

you giggle and roll your eyes, reaching for the shower head so you can start cleaning up the mess he made between your legs. ran offers his arm to you for balance as you get to work.

suddenly you don't feel good at all. it's like a switch flips, the feeling coming over you so quickly you almost panic, shoving the shower head into ran's hands and almost slipping in your hurry to get out of the shower.

you barely make it to the toilet before you're heaving. the shower turns off behind you, followed by the sound of ran's wet feet on the tile. he wraps a towel around his waist then drapes one over you, rubbing your back through the fluffy material in absolute silence.

when the nausea passes, you flush the toilet and tug the towel tighter around your shoulders. your legs feel like jello, you doubt you have the strength to stand. so you plop to your butt, sitting cross legged on the floor and looking up at ran where he stands beside you.

finally, he clears his throat to speak. "was that my fault somehow??" what the fuck just happened?" he looks like a deer in headlights.

"how would it be your fault?" you smile weakly, reaching out for him.

he doesn't return the expression, but takes your hand, squeezing tightly. concern is written all over his face, mixed with something else you can't quite read.

ran plops down onto the floor beside you, examining you with too much intensity. he lays the back of his hand across your forehead, frowns, and drops it into his lap.

"stop looking at me like that."

"are you kidding me? i'm fuckin' worried about you," his eyebrows knit together. "one minute i'm fucking you in the shower, next minute you're throwing up, i'm not supposed to be a little fuckin' concerned?"

"you're yelling."

ran hadn't noticed. he usually didn't when he got emotional. it was something he'd been trying to work on, now that he had a girlfriend he loved and had been dating for just over a year. keeping himself in check was never very ran, but he tries his hardest for you. he inhales a sharp breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"i guess i'm still sick," you finally say.

"no way it's food poisoning then," his eyes narrow, skeptical but concerned.

"then what it is?" you sigh, pushing off the floor to try and get to your feet. ran jumps to help you up and you shrug him off, a bit too roughly by accident. "i'm fine," you snap. he stares at you, trying to read your mind. he decides not to comment on your sudden out of character hostility.

"we should get you some fuckin' medicine or somethin," he walks out to the bedroom. "get dressed."

you suck in a shaky breath and follow him into his room. he tosses a pair of your jeans onto the bed from his closet. then a t-shirt. you can't tell if it's yours or his but it'll work. you pull it over your head and toss the wet towel to the floor.

ran gets himself dressed while you step into the jeans and tug them up. you hesitate, blinking back at yourself in the mirror. the pants gape open at the waist, making you frown in confusion. what the fuck... why are they so... tight...

you try only once to fasten the button but give up immediately when the denim refuses to give. this was absolutely not the moment to find out you'd gained weight. like there wasn't enough making you feel like shit today. ran's weird fuckin' attitude, your stomach betraying you, the way the room hadn't stopped spinning since you'd stood up... it was all too much for one day. you don't even realize you've started crying until you hear your own choked sobs fill the room.

ran is frozen at his closet, watching you with wide eyes, and you feel so fucking stupid, bawling in his bedroom for no apparent reason, in your undone jeans.

"what's wrong?" he asks cautiously, approaching like you're an injured animal. "you don't feel good?"

"i-i don'wanna w-wear je-e-eans!" you wail, collapsing into his arms. he holds you tightly to his chest as you cry, rubbing your back but not saying a word. large hands cup your cheeks and ran presses his lips to your forehead. he looks you in the eyes, "you do not have to wear fuckin' jeans." for some reason the tenderness in his eyes, the patience he's showing you through this outburst, it just makes you cry harder. this time, though, he laughs. you hold him tightly around his middle as he reaches down to slide your jeans back down over your ass and down your thighs.

at that moment your stomach flutters. a warning.

"oh fuck," you shove away from him, kicking off your pants frantically and running back to the bathroom to throw up yet again.

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this time, though, it doesn't stop. in fact, your vomiting just gets more persistent. ran is pacing through his apartment–no, he's practically jogging laps with how nervous he is– cursing wildly at a very patient emergency services operator who was completely undeserving of being caught in the crossfire of his panic.

"babe, do you need a fuckin' ambulance?" ran appears in the bathroom door, hand covering the lower half of his phone. you respond in a weak mnh, shrugging your shoulders before your head is back in the toilet. "yeah, send it over. pukey's not gettin' in my fuckin' bugatti." despite the way your body is violently rejecting the contents of your stomach, you manage to scowl at him. "i'll pay. i love you so fuckin' much," he mouths, eyebrows drooping apologetically.

if you didn't feel so awful, you probably would've laughed. ran was, after all, agreeing to pay $2500 for a fifteen minute ambulance ride so he wouldn't risk getting even a drop of something gross on the interior of his precious car.

the longer your nausea persists, the more time seems to blur together. it was somewhere between 10 minutes and an hour when ran came in with sweatpants and pulled them up your legs. and another 5–55 minutes later, the EMTs arrived to help you out of ran's apartment.

you send ran a look that you hope says this is so fucking dramatic and then you're in the ambulance, ran right by your side.

the emergency room nurses quickly assess your situation (looking rough, actively vomiting into one of the ambulance's barf bags) and hurry you into a room. an iv is started, a pill is swallowed down. you quickly start to feel normal again.

ran stands threateningly in the corner with his arms folded across his chest, saying nothing. a nurse comes in to run some tests and promises that a doctor will be in soon to talk with you. as soon as you're alone in the room, ran is at your side, sitting at the edge of your bed protectively.

"maybe it's just plain old sickness," you lay your head back against the pillows, exhausted from the events of the day but grateful to be having a conversation without getting sick in the middle. "stomach flu or something."

"fuck that," he grimaces. "i hate bein' sick, you better stay away from me."

you roll your eyes at him, "like you would ever let me if i tried." he flashes you a grin, adoration in his eyes. he takes your hand that's resting on the mattress, bringing it to his lips. your hand tightens around his when you feel him trembling.

"ran."

his eyes meet yours. the concerned, fearful look you'd seen earlier has been clouding his face since he made the call to the ER.

you squeeze his hand, kiss his knuckles, "why don't you go have a cigarette, honey? you're so tense."

"my fuckin' girl is in a hospital bed," he replies through gritted teeth. "of course i'm fuckin' tense."

"i know, my love, but look! i'm okay," you soothe, hoping your face is convincing enough. "i've got my fluids, they did their tests. i'm already feeling much better. you're shaking, hon. go have a smoke, feel better, and by then i'm sure we'll be ready to head home."

ran eyes you warily. the last thing he wants is to be away from you right now. but he had to admit, you knew him really fucking well. you could tell his anxiety was heightened tenfold because he hadn't gotten his nicotine fix in the last couple hours with everything going on. with a heaving sigh, he leans down to wrap you in his arms tightly.

ran wasn't a hugger usually, so you relaxed into the rare embrace, savoring the action. "this is nice," you mumble, tone nearly teasing. "fuck off," he grumbles, kissing your forehead. "i fuckin' hate this shit. i hate you being sick, hospitals fuckin' scare me. i-"

"ran," you chuckle.

"fuck, fine! i'm going."

almost immediately after ran leaves the doctor comes in. she's an older woman with light hair and kind eyes. "how do you feel?" she asks sweetly.

"much better," you tell her with a grin. "but i'd really like to know where that came from."

"was that man who left your husband?"

you shake your head, "my boyfriend." weird question, you think.

"are you sexually active?"

you nod, not particularly enjoying this line of questioning.

"do you practice safe sex?"

"like, uh–" you clear your throat.

"do you use protection?" she clarifies. your silence is enough answer for her.

"any mood swings lately?" she continues. "weight gain? headaches? fatigue?" your head starts to swim. "when was your last period?"

holy shit, when was it? was it late??

"the blood test shows that you're pregnant," she pats your knee. her reaction is ambiguous, you can tell she isn't sure if a congratulations is in order or sympathy.

"are you sure?" you blurt. "like, how sure are you?"

"pretty sure," she almost smirks. "we can run another test on your bloodwork for a more precise answer and call you with the results. you can take a home test in the meantime, too, if you'd like."

you nod weakly. she tells you the nurse will come in to discharge you but you can barely hear her.

pregnant.

the word is pounding around in your skull like a pinball machine. your hands feel clammy. pregnant. it would explain a lot. the throwing up, getting annoyed so easily with ran, the jeans, the crying over the jeans...

the door opens and you jump. it's ran, smiling as he comes in, looking much more relaxed than before. your heart sinks. what the hell were you going to say to ran??

"you okay?" he asks, grin fading.

you nod enthusiastically, "yeah! it's just a stomach bug. i was right."

the relief on his face makes you feel even worse. "i'm glad it's nothin' serious," he comes over to kiss your forehead. "you had me fuckin' worried."

"sorry, baby," you tug him down to sit in the bed with you. "thanks for taking such good care of me." he pulls your face closer and kisses your temple, "don't thank me, come on. you're my girl. m'so happy you're okay."

but you didn't feel okay. not at all.

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