#See each other get all sweaty and go ‘I wonder how you’d taste if I lathered you in honey and licked you up and down’

[zappedbyzabka]

DP as in dick and pit the way the cobras would pound Johnny till he cried and shove his face in their sweaty arm pits

[sunarc]

Rule Break

Synopsis: Nanami has one rule: never fuck a client. You may just be his one exception

Cw: trainer Nanami, semi public sex, reader is a big flirt, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding,2.9k words

Nanami would consider himself a professional man. He knows his job can get a bit hot and sweaty sometimes, but he tries his best to keep his composure. He has a rule of his own: never fuck a client. It seems like a silly rule, but one would be surprised by how many trainers have had relationships with their clients. He likes to think he’s great at his one rule that is, until he takes you on as a client.

Something about you makes all the blood in his body rush to his lower half. You’re so beautiful, he whispers to himself each time you come in for a gym session. He’s never known himself to lose composure the way he does when you’re near.

“One more squat for me, you got this." His praise filled your ears as you lowered into your last squat.

“That’s it, good job” His clapping echoed in the half-empty gym as you finished putting the weight down.

You smiled at the tall, muscular man before high-fiving him. Nanami wouldn’t be wrong in believing you had an interest in him. Your eyes were always glued to him in ways he couldn’t really describe. The way you would lean into him when he showed you how to do something, or how you always stayed a bit later, asking him questions he was sure you already knew the answer to.

"So, Mr.Nanami, I was wondering if you could show me some more exercises for the legs.” You continued to explain how you wanted to strengthen them.

Nanami wanted so desperately to focus on your words, but his eyes could only seem to follow the sweat that dripped from your neck down to your breast. The zipper to your sports bra was down just enough so he could see how the fabric squeezed your chest. His mind was lost in thought, thinking of what it would feel like to push his length between them. He couldn’t help but think of how pretty they would look covered in his cum. Would you want a taste, or would you just let him cover you in his seed? Or maybe you’d prefer if he-

“Mr.Nanami?” You asked, titling your head with a faux look of innocence. “The leg workout?”

"O-ofcourse, I-um, yes, my apologies I have a lot on my mind today,” he excused his zoning out.

Nanami shook his head, ashamed at how yet again he had lost self-control. He was never like this, really. He almost wanted to plead with you to find another trainer. How could he possibly focus when his mind was constantly being plagued with thoughts of what you’d look like without your pink matching gym set. 

His body carried him over to a leg machine. He took a deep breath, trying to gather himself as he set up the machine to show you how to use it.

“I’m going to teach you about cable kickbacks.” He began lifting his leg to show you an example, “Now this focuses on the glutes."

His fingers pointed to the muscle. His eyes watched as your gaze scanned down his form to his toned butt with a soft smirk. He’d just brush it off as your excitement for a new workout.

"Alright, you try." His voice wavered, and you could swear there was a pink blush covering his cheeks.

You followed as he did, replicating the exercise. His hand smoothed against your lower back, angling your body.

“You feel it?” His voice was deep as he questioned you. You nodded your head, too focused on the pain of the exercise to speak.

"Yeah, just like that." His palm pushed deeper into your lower back, while his other hand focused on holding your core to keep you steady. Your eyes met his, and you could feel his gaze shift from professional to lust-filled. 

“Is that how you want me to do it, Mr.Nanami?” you questioned.

Anyone passing by would assume the question was referring to the workout, but from the look in your eyes, Nanami knew it had nothing to do with your actions.

"Yeah,” he breathed, his eyes still focusing on yours. “Just like that."

Nanami was very professional, but he’d be damned if he was going to miss matching your energy. You finished your last rep with ease. The tension in the air between the two of you was thick. The room was now empty, with everyone gone or preparing to leave.

“I guess our gym session is over. Would you care to walk me to the locker room? I have a few more questions before I go.” You said with an innocent smile.

Nanami nodded his head. Of course, he’d be willing to walk you. Any extra time he could get to spend with you, he’d take it.

You walked at a slow pace as you questioned him about what protein shakes he liked the best. Nanami had heard these questions before, but he’d be more than willing to entertain you for a bit more. You made it to the locker room and turned to face his tall figure.

“You did really great today, I’ll see you tomorrow for arms,” he said, giving a pinched smile before turning to walk away.

"Wait,” you called, grabbing his wrist.

He turned around wide-eyed

“I was wondering if you would be able to help me stretch before I go,” you whispered, suddenly feeling small at the advancement.

Nanami’s brain was wracked at the question, wondering if he should. What harm could a little stretching do? After all, he is your trainer, it’s a trainer's job to help their clients.

"Of course, I can help you do some stretches before I close up.” He led you to a room with privacy windows in the back.

The room was one you had never been in before. There were mats all over with a mirror wall. You picked up a mat and placed it near his own.

“We’ll start with a forward fold." He stood behind you with his hand on your waist while he guided your upper half downward. You folded into the stretch and pushed your ass against him. Nanami let out a low grunt before helping you to come back up. Your back pressed against his chest. You stared into the mirror, watching how he looked down at you with his lip between his teeth.

“What’s the next stretch, Mr.Nanami?”

His hands danced against your waist as he helped you maneuver through each stretch. Nanami’s breath grew heavier with each stretch. You seemed to be in a teasing mood today as you continued to press your ass against him each chance you got. Nanami didn’t think he’d be able to last much longer. The amount of pent-up energy in him was beginning to be too much to bear.

“Just lay down for me,” he whispered.

His hand dragged against your leg as he lifted it up and pressed it into your chest. He leaned his body down onto your leg to push you deeper into the stretch.

“I’m really flexible if you can't tell,” you giggled as you came face to face with him.

You were going to be the death of him. He could feel a bulge growing in his shorts, and he knew you could feel it too.

“How does that feel?” he asked, breathing in your scent.

You were so close to him. His eyes drifted down to your plump lips, memorizing the way your lips curved so perfectly into a smirk.

“It feels really good, sir,” you said softly. "Harder, please,” you were daring him. Your words were laced with nothing but pure filth.

Nanami leaned deeper into you, so close that his nose was almost pressed against yours.

“Like that.” His voice was nearing a growl.

He had a rule, one that he was willing to break for the first time.

“Just like that, sir."

Nanami silently asked himself for forgiveness because his next action would be very unlike himself. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. They were just as soft as he had imagined. You tasted sweet. Your lips danced against his in a hungry, passionate way. His hand moved to your waist, holding your body still as he grinded down on you. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his clothed length pressing against your core. 

“Fuck” he whispered as he pulled away.

You let out a whimper at the sudden loss of his touch. He stood up and covered his flustered face as he tried to make a gap.

“Your rule, Kento,” he breathed out the words to himself.

You sat up on your elbows as you watched him pace back and forth.

"God, you don’t understand what you do to me,” he groaned as he turned to you, dragging his hands down his face.

You sat silently with a smirk playing on your lips.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" He ranted. His nose flared up as he stared at you. "I have a rule, you know.”

You sat up on your knees to face him.

“We don’t have to call it breaking the rule.” You played with the zipper on your sports bra, slowly dragging it lower. “Why don’t we just call it a little after-hour stretching?”

Nanami walked over to you, closing the gap.

“Just some stretching between a trainer and his trainee, right?” He was making an attempt to convince himself; it was not a rule break. He’s just being a kind trainer and helping his client stretch in all ways possible.

“Just a trainer and his trainee,” you repeated his words, and Nanami kneeled to be at eye level with you.

His hand softly grabbed your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It had only been seconds, and he somehow missed the way you tasted. His tongue slipped past your lips and massaged against yours. You were everything Nanami dreamed you would be. The kiss was something he wanted to relive for the first time over and over again.

He bit his lip as his heart pounded in his chest. His cock strained against his shorts. He wanted to memorize every part of you, from the way your chest rose as he squeezed your breast to the way your hips rocked back and forth, desperate for friction.

“Lay down for me, pretty.”

Wanting to please him, you did as you were told. Nanami freed his cock from his shorts, and your eyes went wide. He was big. You were almost worried he wouldn’t fit inside. He stroked his cock a few times before straddling you.

He pushed his cock underneath your bra and squeezed his length between your breasts. He let out a low groan as his cock squeezed between the tight space. 

“Oh fuck baby,” his eyes fluttered shut as he inched his cock back and forth.

You let out a soft giggle and stuck your tongue out, swiveling around the tip of his cock each time he rocked his hips forward.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. “Taking my cock so well,” he breathed.

“You think you deserve my cock stretching your tight hole?” he asked.

You nodded your head as your eyes looked up at his dark ones.

“Use your words. Closed mouths don’t get fed.” His words were demanding.

“Please fuck me, sir. I need it so bad,” you whimpered. “My pussy’s so wet thinking of you,” your words died down into a whisper as if embarrassed by the lewdness of it all.

Nanami chuckled as he unzipped your bra, freeing your chest. He leaned down and placed your nipple between his teeth, nibbling and sucking softly. You chanted out soft pleas as his tongue swiveled around your nipple.

His tongue moved against your skin, sucking and kissing as he inched down towards your core.

“Don’t get shy on me, pretty girl.” His fingers curled underneath the fabric of your tights, pulling them down to expose your core. “You were just begging me to stretch you out.”

He placed a soft kiss just above your core. You sat on your elbows, watching as he methodically planted kisses around your heat, just barely grazing your clit. You felt shivers run through your body at the anticipation. His hand pushed your legs up to your chest so that he could get a good view of how wet the thought of him was really making you.

“Hold your legs up for me, okay, princess.”

His dark eyes looked up to meet yours as his tongue licked a long, slow strip between your folds.

“All this just for me?” His warm breath fanned against your core.

You let out a low mewl as his tongue flicked against your clit messily. Nanami was a very neat and well-kept man, but the way he was eating you out was the complete opposite of what you knew him to be. He messily slurped your juices. You turned away, shutting your eyes at the sound. You couldn’t believe how he was making you lose your mind. He dipped two fingers inside, curling them as he dragged them in and out.

"Aww,” he cooed. “Don’t look away. Don't you want to watch me make this pussy cream on my tongue?”

Nanami’s words made you feel as if you were about to explode. His fingers pressed in and out of you, forming a rhythm. Your legs trembled as you neared a release. His tongue messily lapped at your warmth as he groaned against your core.

“I'm so close, oh g-” You were cut off by your own moan.

Nanami’s fingers curled inside of you as he massaged a spongy spot inside of you.

"Oh, there it is,” he groaned.

You let out a loud gasp as your body shook from your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back as he continued fucking his fingers into you.

"Mmh, you're so pretty when you make a mess for me."

He pulled away and moved to meet your lips.

“You want a taste, baby?” He leaned down to press his lips against yours. You were still shaking from your orgasm as you kissed back weakly. He held your legs in place, folding you into a mating press as his cock dipped into your slippery hole without warning. You let out a gasp, but it was easily swallowed by Nanami as he continued kissing and sucking your tongue. His thrusts were long and slow as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

“Such a good girl taking my cock like this,” he groaned the words against your lips.

Your body was trembling as your mouth hung open, letting soft whimpers fall past your lips.

“This is what you wanted right?” He leaned down to whisper the silky words in your ear, “You wanted me to stretch you out right?"

His thrusts picked up speed, and you couldn't help the lewd moans dripping off your tongue. His cock glided against your gummy walls, leaving you speechless. He was taking his claim on you, making you his. No other man would be able to make you feel this good. He wanted you to remember this, the way his cock dragged in and out of you, the relentless pace of his hips slamming against yours, the way his warm tongue ran up your neck to your ear, sending shivers through your body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted.

“Then why aren’t you thanking me?” he growled

A string of thank-yous spilled past your lips. You were in a daze, stuck in obedience. He had you wrapped around his finger.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed.

His cock felt so thick, spreading you out. Your mind was blurred, only able to focus on how his cock was able to reach places you had never explored before. He plunged his cock in and out of you, groaning at the sounds of your cunt squelching for him.

"Fuck, you don’t understand how long I've wanted this,” he breathed the words into your ear. “All those times I thought about sinking my cock into this soaking hole.”

His words were going straight to your core.

“I always thought about how badly this pussy needed me, how you needed my cum to fill you to the brim,” he grunted.

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling yourself growing closer to the edge.

“Please, sir i- Please can I cum?” You whined desperately, pleading with him.

"Oh, you want to cum, huh? Go ahead, princess, make a mess for me. Show me how pretty this pussy looks cumming on my cock.”

Your orgasm flooded over you like a wave. Your body shook as your hands gripped onto Nanami, dragging your nails down his skin.

"Oh, that’s it, good girl,” he whispered as you trembled, releasing all over him. “Pussy’s squeezing me so tight, you ready for me, baby? Where do you want it?”

Your eyes rolled back as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

"Inside, please," you slurred, barely able to think straight.

Nanami chuckled at hearing how out of your mind you were.

“My favorite place,” he dragged his cock roughly in and out of you, grunting with each thrust. He held your body close as he released inside, groaning at how you clenched around him.

He pulled out, smiling softly at the way his cum drooled from your hole. He stuffed his fingers inside, pushing the cum back in, before gently putting your clothes on. He held you softly as you calmed down, catching your breath.

“I think we may need to do some stretching after our sessions more often."

[withyouwithoutthem]

Eat, Sleep, Wake (Nothing But You) Ellie Williams

Modern College AU. Dealer!Ellie x F!Reader

Summary: When Reader and Ellie find themselves locked in a room together they’re forced to face the misunderstanding that occurred between them three years prior. Reader isn’t ready to let it go, but Ellie is willing to persuade her otherwise. 

WC: 9.5k Buckle up, it’s a long one.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!!! consumption of alcohol, smoking marijuana, brief description of reader’s outfit, mentions of divorced parents and foster care, ANGST, mutual pining, reader and ellie are both idiots, ellie being a little manipulative, SMUT, fingering and oral sex (r recieving)

A/N: i got super stoned last night and considered not posting this. second half is NOT proof read and feels a bit rushed. it's also very different from anything else i’ve written and i don’t know how i feel about it. initially i didn't intend for it to be this long (like 18 pages in gdocs, might be overkill) but it seems i don’t know how to write anything that’s not shakespearean in length, so sincere apologies. are people even into fics this long? i know i am but thats not the point. first time smut writer soooo that was fun! remember that feedback is always highly appreciated as well as like and reblogs! enjoy!!

You had dragged yourself to the party tonight in hopes of easing the heaviness that had settled in your stomach following the news delivered by your father that morning. It was hardly an appropriate conversation to have over the phone, yet your father could not give you the luxury of speaking about  it in person. His words had been pinging around in your head all day, so when your roommate and best friend, Dina, brought up the idea of going to a party— you jumped at it with no questions asked.

Getting ready had been a small distraction for the time being, the notion of getting all “prettied up” for the night seeming good enough. Pregaming with a couple shots of tequila each had you feeling a new kind of sexy as you did your makeup; black eyeshadow skillfully smudged around your eyes in a tasteful wing, a light layer of glitter swiped across your lids. You’d dressed yourself in your favourite pair of jeans—the ones that hugged your ass in the best way— and a black open back top. 

You and Dina were both a giggling mess on the bus ride over to the frat, earning a fair share of odd glances from a few of the other patrons. Had you not been buzzed already, you would have felt embarrassed and maybe even apologized to those around you, but alcohol was buzzing in your veins on the track to having a fun night out.

The music could be heard from outside the frat house, but as soon as the two set foot through the doorway, it pumped right through their chests, leaving them with a buzz different from the alcohol. Sweaty bodies packed together tightly throughout the main floor, spilling out into the backyard where the party continued. In the kitchen they found the counter littered with bottles of booze and plenty of snacks— which you had learned not to touch the hard way, when you caught a god-awful stomach bug during first year. 

Dina’s eyes scanned the labels, fingers dancing overtop the bottles as she searched for one in particular, “Aha!” She exclaimed, “This’ll do.”

“Dina, there’s like seven different bottles of whiskey. It’s all the same.”

“Nuh-uh,” Dina shook her head, pouring a shots worth into the two plastic cups you set out. “This is the good stuff, no wonder they had it at the back.”

You didn’t have a chance to see the label, and couldn’t find yourself caring about the brand as you clinked your cup against Dina’s, sending your friend a wink before throwing the shot back. Dina had been right, this was the good stuff; smooth but smokey, warming your chest on the way down yet still sent shivers up your spine. 

The pair were quick to down a second one, and it wasn’t long before the girls found themselves being joined by their friends Jesse and Kate. They celebrated their arrival with a third before mixing their fourth with some semi-flat ginger ale they’d found. Dina had managed to convince you, who wasn’t much of a dancer, to join her where the mass of sweaty bodies moved in tandem with the music pulsing through them. 

You stood behind Dina, a hand on her hip as she slightly swayed side to side. The girl in front of you seemed to let the music consume her, dancing back onto her friend unaware of the attention she attracted from those around them. A sheen layer of sweat began to perspire on your back, hair sticking to the exposed skin. The heat of the room and the alcohol bubbling in your veins had you loosening up, but as Dina encouraged her to dance more freely— you knew you’d need another drink to do so. 

“I’ll be back! Gonna get another drink.” you spoke into Dina’s ear, who smiled and turned to dance with Jesse and Kate.

Back in the kitchen, you grabbed a new cup and searched for the bottle of whiskey Dina had stashed away again. You were bumped from behind as you poured the shot, more of it ended up spilled on the counter than in the cup. You cursed and grabbed a rag from the sink to wipe it up. As you moved to bring the cup up to your mouth, you found yourself stopping once it touched your lips, catching sight of who stood just outside the sliding doors. 

Ellie Williams.

Dressed in black jeans and a white tank top with an unbuttoned red and brown flannel overtop, Ellie Williams stood with a small group on the back deck, occasionally smoking off a joint as it made its rounds. Even though Ellie no longer attended school, she was still the resident weed dealer on campus, and had quite the reputation for not only how good her stuff was, but also how quickly she made her way through the school's population of queer women. 

The two of you had been friends once, meeting through your mutual friend, Dina. You had developed a certain fondness for Ellie during the times you found yourselves together. Ellie’s quick witted responses and terrible jokes made you laugh even when nobody else found them funny. It was Ellie’s little touches here and there that had your skin buzzing with a fire that couldn’t be put out; grabbing your elbow to pull you back from crossing the street when you weren’t paying attention, interlocked fingers in crowded spaces, and a soothing hand on your back that time you emptied your stomach onto some poor ladies flower garden during homecoming week.

Ellie’s voice often had your stomach doing somersaults—low and raspy during morning classes, knowing the auburn haired girl had probably only rolled out of bed fifteen minutes prior. Silky smooth in the late hours of the night, where on occasion you found yourself sitting alone with Ellie in Dina’s living room long after she retired to bed. You would be buzzing with a high courtesy of Ellie’s weed paired with whatever alcohol you’d drank that night. Ellie would be speaking at no more than a murmur, flirty remarks falling past her lips that had you scooting to sit closer. Heart pounding in your chest at the feeling of Ellie’s body pressed against your side. Though, when it came to Ellie, it was hard to know whether or not the words coming out of her mouth held any merit. She was a serial flirt afterall. 

You two grew close, no longer needing Dina with them as an excuse to hangout. By then, your fondness for Ellie had grown into a full-blown crush. Ellie’s touchy side had become more apparent the more you hung out, always touching you in some way; whether it be a hand on your knee under the table while surrounded by friends, a hand in your back pocket while walking, lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered. It had even gone so far as a heated makeout on your couch. Ellie had insisted on walking you home after leaving Dina’s apartment, it was late and upon arriving at your place the two of you realized they didn’t want the night to end. 

It was under the orange glow of streetlights that you admired each other for what felt like an eternity. You took notice that the scar in Ellie’s right eyebrow that she’d always hide with her bangs was out in the open for the world to see. The freckles that littered her cheeks and nose were more noticeable in your close proximity, and you could just make out a small fleck of brown in Ellie’s green eyes. Just as you opened your mouth to invite Ellie inside, hand reaching out to trace a finger along the scar in her eyebrow did the auburn-haired girl quickly surge forward, moulding your lips together in a gentle yet somewhat sloppy kiss. 

You were buzzing, alight with so many feelings that all you could do was grab at Ellie with greedy hands and fumble backwards into your apartment. Close was not close enough as Ellie led you blindly to your couch, shoes haphazardly strewn in the entryway, accompanied by long forgotten jackets as hands pulled one another tighter. 

This was it, you thought. Solid evidence that the feelings you had for Ellie weren’t one sided, every touch, every locked gaze from across a crowded room, and every sweet endearment shared between you meant something. 

Ellie’s hands were in your hair, tangled in the strands keeping your lips married to each other as you found your place seated in her lap. There was a fire ignited between you two as your hips canted downwards into Ellie for some much needed friction. Ellie gasps into the kiss and you take that as a moment to catch your breath. It’s all droopy eyes and kiss-swollen lips as your eyes meet, giggles falling from both of you at the other's appearance. You’re both filled with such giddiness from heavy makeout. 

You’re playing with the hair at the back of her neck when you smile. “I really like you Ellie.”

It stings to watch her face fall, head slowly reeling back as if to get a better look at you somehow. Too soon is Ellie lifting you off her lap to stand from the couch, placing a fleeting kiss on your cheek and calling out a quick goodnight over her shoulder as she turned and made her way home.

“Ellie? What’s wrong?”

She’s at the door in the blink of an eye, tugging on her sneakers and grabbing her jacket, “I uh. . . Just remembered that I needed to help Joel out with this super important, uh, thing. Like really early in the morning. Yeah. And it’s pretty late so I should probably head out.”

Your shoulders deflate with the disappointment twisting between your ribs. “Oh, okay. . .” 

Ellie’s wringing her jacket in both her hands, struggling to maintain eye contact with you before she’s turning around and making her exit out your front door. “See ya soon! Goodnight!” She calls out over her shoulder.

That was the last time you spoke to Ellie Williams. 

The next time you saw Ellie—over a week later— she was wrapped up in the tattoo covered arms of a girl with short black hair. Later, Dina informed you that the girl with Ellie was her new girlfriend, Cat.

You were left confused and hurt for a long time after seeing Ellie with Cat, not knowing where along the way things between you two may have gone wrong. Ellie had avoided you and if she wasn’t going to talk, you would do just the same, never seeking out more of an explanation. The hurt and confusion you initially felt had turned to some form of hatred along the way, every time you saw Ellie and Cat it seemed to take over another part of you. At least that’s what you tried convincing yourself, and for some time disguising the feelings of adoration as disgust and hatred did work.

But avoiding each other altogether would be difficult.

Even after Ellie didn’t return to school for second year, and sharing a mutual friend in Dina, you could not seem to shake yourself free of Ellie. It felt like wherever you turned Ellie happened to be close by; whether that be walking on campus, or attending a party like tonight. For Dina’s sake, when you found yourself within unavoidable close proximity to Ellie, you kept things civil despite the slow boil rising in your blood and the pain that festered in your chest.

Ellie and Cat broke up after almost a year of dating, and her other flings never seemed to work for more than a few weeks, at most a couple months which had only happened one other time. You doubted that Ellie had any idea of the humiliation and grief her rejection had caused you.

It was as if Ellie could feel your gaze boring a hole into the side of her head, because in an instant she was turning to look inside where she found you standing at the kitchen counter. Ellie sent a slight smirk your way, continuing conversation with the people standing around her, never once letting her eyes move away from you. The smell of the whiskey suddenly had your stomach twisting unpleasantly when Ellie shot a wink your way, a wave of nausea rolling through you saw the cup  discarded in search for the nearest bathroom.

You skipped trying to find one in the crowded space of the main floor, quickly making your way up the stairs and to the second floor where you found yourself knocking on closed doors in search of an empty room. You had no luck on the second floor either, and dreaded the idea of having to climb another flight of stairs to the third. The only empty room happened to be at the end of the hall, and while it wasn’t a bathroom, the air in the bedroom helped in quelling the nausea, no longer heavy with the scent of sweat and alcohol. Breathing deeply through your nose and out your mouth, you sat on the edge of the bed to steady yourself.

You blamed your intoxicated state for the reaction that seemed to spur as a result of the interaction with Ellie from across the kitchen. You thought you’d metabolized the idea that Ellie’s flirting with you had meant nothing and moved on. Having had a fair share of face to face interactions since, but either Dina or Jesse had been there with you.

God, you felt like such an idiot. All you’d done was make eye contact with Ellie and it had you hurtling towards a downward spiral you tried your hardest to stay afloat in. You hadn’t realized the chokehold Ellie seemed to have over you for the three years you’d known each other, and in your drunken state it had not fared well. You’d figured the feeling that grew in your stomach any time you saw Ellie with a new girl had just been disgust. Disgust in not knowing how Ellie could feel good about herself when she rotated through women like they were a picture book. But now, you had some idea that the feeling washing over you had not been disgust on its own, but paired alongside something akin to hurt.

Ellie was the bandaid you hesitated to rip off. 

There was no scale to measure how frustrated she was with herself. No scale to measure her disdain for the Williams girl. Deep down, you knew that she still harboured some feelings for Ellie that couldn't be disguised as hatred.

You must have sat there for a good five minutes, willing yourself to get up and rejoin the party, enjoy yourself and not let Ellie get to you. But you found that something was stopping you from leaving, wanting to stay in the solitude of the bedroom just a little longer. Sending a text to Dina, letting her know you were alright, you laid back on the bed and closed your eyes. 

You were startled awake no longer than fifteen minutes later by the door opening, the sounds of the party filtering into the room for a moment before drowning out again as the door shut. The person's back was to you as they took a deep breath, but you recognized the flannel they wore immediately. Your groan had Ellie turning around to face you fully, lips tipping up into a slight smirk.

“Hey.” Ellie greeted slyly. Hearing your name fall from Ellie’s lips had a flame flickering in your stomach. “Finally found ya.”

Your eyes narrow in Ellie’s direction, annoyance hanging onto your furrowed brows. Standing from the bed, weight shifting from one foot to the other as you think on your next move. You had left downstairs over twenty minutes ago, meaning Ellie had to have run through whether following you was a good idea or not. “So, what? You were lurking, followed me up here.”

“I didn’t follow you. Ran into an ex and needed a breather.” Ellie clarifies, lazily gesturing around the room, “And here we are. . .”

“Yeah, well, I came up here to be alone. You being here is the opposite of that.” came your snarky reply. Ellie would not be spared your hostilities. 

Ellie laughed, brushing her side swept bangs out of her eyes, “I saw the look on your face down there, almost barfed on the poor freshman beside you.” she shrugs her shoulders, “Didn’t see you come back downstairs so I took my chances with all the doors, this was the only one unlocked. Thought you could use someone to hold your hair back.”

“You wanted to help me?” You were baffled. That hot, stuffy feeling begins to creep its way back up your neck the longer Ellie’s presence lingers by the door. The air of confidence that clings to Ellie is suffocating as she stands there, biceps bulging in her flannel as her arms cross over her chest, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Ellie’s green eyes are intense as they hold your gaze; half lidded and filled with something you can’t decipher. 

“Well,” you clear your throat. “I’m feeling much better now, so if you’ll excuse me.” Making way to the door that Ellie is standing in front of. You hope of being able to make it out of the room before choking on your words—not wanting to say something you’ll inevitably regret. 

Ellie moves in front of the door handle, blocking your seeking grip. You reel back, perplexed that Ellie blocked you. Trying again, you reach around the left of Ellie, but the auburn-haired girl moves with you. Move to the right. So does Ellie.

Stepping back in frustration, your stare is burning, “Move.” You grit.

Ellie lifts her gaze to the ceiling, eyes darting around playfully as she whistles a low tune, rocking back and forth on her feet. She’s messing with you and you know it. Always the jokester, Ellie is never one to take things too seriously.

“Ellie.” You refrain from stomping your foot. Ellie would only tease you relentlessly for acting like such a brat, “Ellie, let me leave.”

A low hum comes from Ellie’s throat, “What’s the magic word?”

No longer wanting to deal with her infuriating presence, you surge forward and push Ellie to the side enough that she’s out of the way. Wrapping your hands around the cool metal of the doorknob is your first lick at freedom, awaiting the moment you step through that door and go home to curl up in bed. You’ll likely wallow in self deprecation, unable to think of anything other than your first interaction alone with Ellie in a while.

Your hope is squashed when the door doesn’t budge. No, this cannot be happening. Twisting the handle again, you give it a good tug, hand slipping off the doorknob as you stumble back a few steps.

“Did you lock it?” You ask Ellie without looking at her.

“No.” Ellie replies, coming to stand closer to you. “Must be jammed.”

You groan, a string of expletives rushing past grit teeth while you jostle the doorknob with all the force as you can muster. You twist and tugs and rattle but the door stays solidly in place, sealing you and Ellie together in the room.

Kicking the door has a laugh slipping past Ellie’s lips. She can’t help but think of how cute you look when frustrated—the pout of lips she just wants to sink her teeth into. The glare from over your shoulder has Ellie coughing to cover her laugh, scratching at her neck and cheeks blazing red like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

You bang your fist against the door in hopes that someone may be able to hear her pleas for help. The chances of that happening in the secluded corner of the third floor is unlikely, but you’d rather take your chances than be stuck in a room with Ellie. “Oh, just fuck me right?” you mumbles to yourself.

Behind you, Ellie fights the urge to respond. 

“Are you gonna help?” you sigh heavily, gesturing towards the door in an exhausted manner.

Ellie’s nodding, eyes dancing around the room for something she can use to try picking the lock. She doesn’t see a screwdriver or a pair of scissors on the desk, and she doubts that the frat boy this room belongs to owns any bobby pins. Ellie moves towards the door in the far corner of the room, opening it to reveal the small ensuite she’d hoped it would be. 

Rummaging through the medicine cabinet is a dead end, as is the first drawer of the vanity. In the second drawer her mission is made successful—finding a small pair of scissors that she waves in the air triumphantly as she passes you.

“There was a bathroom here the whole time. . .” you mutter to yourself in disbelief. 

Ellie drops down to her knees in front of the door, eye level with the small keyhole as she tries jimmying the scissors around. Her tongue is poking out the side of her mouth, one eye squeezed shut in concentration as she tries to unlatch the lock's inner mechanism. Had the circumstance been different, you may have let yourself linger on the thought of how good Ellie looked down on her knees before you. 

Ellie thinks she might have gotten it, but mistakenly looks up at you hovering close by— brows furrowed expectantly, and lips pouted slightly— that she’s fumbling and dropping the scissors while thinking about how much she likes the sight of you above her. She grabs them hastily, returning to her previous task while reminding herself not to look back at your expectant gaze. 

“Have you picked a lock before?” you accuse.

“Uh. . . yeah.”

“Well you’re kinda shit at it.”

“Never said I was any good.” Ellie twists the doorknob just when she thinks she hears the lock click, but it still doesn’t give. 

Standing to her full height, Ellie forgoes trying to pick the lock with the scissors and puts all of her weight into pulling the door open. She grunts as her muscles strain, jostling the handle in the same way you had. Both girls are left wide eyed and stunned when Ellie suddenly staggers back, catching herself before she can fall. A loud and heavy thud draws your eyes to the floor; where the doorknob rolls around at your feet. 

A deafening silence settles over the room as both of you watch it stop rolling. Ellie is the one to bend down and grab it, staring at the broken metal doorknob in disbelief, while your hands shoot to grip your hair.

When both of you realize the gravity of the situation you've found yourselves in together, you’re quick to panic. The headache that blossoms was unrelated to the copious amount of alcohol you’d consumed up until that point, and more so due to being stuck in a room with a busted door alongside the one person you tried your hardest to avoid. You eyed the broken off doorknob in Ellie’s hand, tugging at fistfuls of your hair. Ellie groans, head tossed back and eyes shut in annoyance before sitting on the bed.

“Fuck,” Ellie let out a breathy laugh, beginning to toss the doorknob in the air like a baseball. “These old houses are something, huh? Practically falling apart.” 

Holding Ellie’s gaze for a moment as you pull out your phone has a spark of hope flickering, but the screen remains black. Great, stuck in a room with Ellie Williams and your only chance is dead. Tossing your phone on the bed you turn to Ellie. “Dead. What about yours?”

Ellie nods and reaches for where she kept her phone in her back pocket, only to be met with emptiness. She let out a nervous laugh under your intense stare, patting at all her pockets in search of her phone, “I don’t have it on me.”  

You scoff, “Fucking great. Do you think this guy has a charger?” Moving to check the bundle of cords at the single bedside table has you throwing it back onto the floor in frustration when you come up empty handed. “Android.”

“What is it that they say about guys who have Androids. . .” Ellie made an attempt at a joke, but was only met with a glare, watching as you made quick strides towards the window, unlatching the lock and yanking it open.

You looked around outside to see that it was a straight drop down to the ground from the third floor window, no lattice to climb down or shrubs to cushion a fall, “No roof access and it's too far up to jump,” you stated. “Maybe if we just—” you stuck your upper body out the window, flailing your arms, “Hey! Up here! We’re locked in can someone help—”

Ellie was quick to pull you back inside. “Hey, would you stop that? You could have fallen! Everyone outside is too drunk to hear you.”

“Well someone has to be at least partly sober.” Now it was your turn to sit on the bed, head in your hands in a clear display of frustration. Ellie was hesitant to move from where she stood by the window, the feeling of your presence was somewhat suffocating, and she didn’t know what might set you off. 

“Ya know,” Ellie started. “We’re probably gonna be stuck in here for a while, so we could always try to enjoy our time rather than pout our way through it.”

You turned to look at Ellie over your shoulder, weary of what the auburn-haired girl might try suggesting. “And what is it that you have in mind?”

Reaching into her jacket pocket, Ellie produced a bag of pre-rolled joints, shrugging her shoulders in a playful manner. You could only roll your eyes, annoyed over the fact that Ellie managed to keep hold of her weed stash but not her phone. Smoking with Ellie would mean breaking down part of the barrier you had put up between the two of you, something you weren't so sure you were ready to explore quite yet. But, neither of you knew how long you’d be cooped up in that frat boy’s bedroom together, and you found yourself caving.

“Oh fuck it, sure.”

Ellie smiled and walked over to sit beside you, grabbing a single pre-roll and stashing the rest away. She placed the joint between her lips as she fished through the tight front pocket of her black jeans for her lighter. Flicking the lighter a few times to get it going, Ellie inhaled deeply as the end of it began to burn a bright red. She pulled the joint away from her lips as she breathed out the ghosted smoke, holding it out to you. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t smoked in a while—not since dropping your plug for getting too handsy on more than one occasion—and had been too proud to swing by Ellie to make a deal. You knew first hand and from the inner mumblings throughout the student body of just how good Ellie’s stuff was, so whatever was smoked tonight would have you ripped.

Inhaling shortly on the joint, and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before taking another, longer drag. On your second exhale, you sputtered, coughing on the smoke and releasing it in a dense cloud. You continued to cough into the crook of your elbow while passing it back to Ellie whose lips were pulled up into a slight smile.

“Too much?” Ellie teased, taking an easy five second drag.

Shaking your head, you rub at your chest to soothe the mild burning in your lungs, a light laugh falls from you, “Just been a while.”

Ellie gives a nod of her head, leaning back on her right hand to get a better look at you, watching the way hair falls in front of your face as you look down at your lap, or the way you would lightly snap the hair tie around your wrist. 

“Sooo. . .” Ellie brushes her long bangs out of her eyes. “What had you drinking whiskey like it was water?”

You shrugged, seeming to not know what to do with fidgeting hands as you contemplated telling Ellie the truth. Had you been having this conversation in a sober setting, you would have quickly shut down Ellie’s question. But in a hazy state of mind, you find herself letting the words slip easily, “Got a call from my dad today telling me mom filed for divorce after she found out he was fucking the book keeper at work.” you nod at Ellie’s shocked expression, “Yeah. Tried playing the victim card before mom had a chance to tell me herself. She’s better off without him anyway. He was a dick.”

Letting out a loud groan, you’re rubbing at your eyes in frustration as the phone call from that morning replays on a loop. Ellie didn’t grow up in a two-parent household, rather making her way through the foster care system ever since she could remember. Her behavioural issues saw her never being in one place for very long. Instability was something she grew used to at an early age, but she’d often imagine what it would be like to have two functioning parents who loved and adored her. Though she has never experienced family in the way you did— at least, not until Joel had come around— she knew no matter the age, a drastic shift in family dynamic like that wasn’t easy.

“It’s just me and my dad,” Ellie finds herself offering in an attempt at comfort. “Well, he’s not actually my dad. Joel he’s my. . . Joel. Took me in a while back when I found myself in a boatload of trouble, and it’s been the two of us ever since. Oh, and his brother Tommy.”

“And does your. . . your Joel, know that you, ya know, deal drugs to college students?”

“Not just college students, I’ve got some middle aged customers— a lawyer too if you can believe it.” Ellie laughs, and you follow by hiding a smile behind your hand. “But yeah, he knows. Wasn’t too keen on it at first, but the money has helped us through some tough times.”

A stale silence falls over the room, and it has a bitter taste flooding your mouth, saliva gathering under your tongue unpleasantly. Ellie seems so at ease that you wonder if she ever thinks about how things ended. You sure do; though it's lessened over the years, you still hold Ellie on some tightrope of contempt, a terrible balancing act teetering between holding on and letting it all go once and for all.

“I hope you know this changes nothing.” you admit quietly, rolling the joints filter between your thumb and forefinger. “Still don’t like you.”

Ellie looks up at you for a moment and she can feel her heart clench as she takes in your rigid shoulders and determined eyes. Her hand motions for the joint as she nods solemnly, eyes downcast while she takes a long drag. “Yeah I. . . I kinda figured it didn’t.”

As the joint continued to be passed back and forth, you could feel the haziness cloud your mind, eyes glazing over and the only thing you could do was stare at Ellie’s hands. Watching as her nimble fingers grabbed the joint from you, thumb rolling over the filter after she toked off it. How when she wasn’t the one holding the joint, Ellie had to keep her hands busy; whether that be running them over the top of her thighs, playing with the bedding, or watching the tip of her pinky finger turn purple as she wrapped a stray piece of thread around it tightly.

You had been so zoned out watching Ellie you’d almost forgotten about holding the short joint, or that no smoke filled your lungs when trying to take a pull off of it. It wasn’t until Ellie’s hand reached out into focus to grab the joint from you did you snap to it.

“You let it go out. Here,” with the joint now in Ellie’s hands, you watched as she held it between her thumb and middle finger, running the flame of her lighter over the tip of the joint before bringing it up to take a haul, keeping it lit. “There you go, babe.” 

The word must have fallen out of Ellie’s mouth so naturally that she didn’t notice it, but you sure as hell did— brain just about short circuiting. With one last pull off the finished joint, you stand up and make your way to the attached bathroom, turning on the tap and running the smouldering end under water to extinguish it before tossing it in the trash. You bend down to the height of the sink, hands cupped to greedily drink down the cold water to soothe your dry throat. When you stand up to be greeted with your reflection in the mirror— eyes red and glazed over, lids slightly droopy when you’re not pretending that Ellie’s stuff didn’t hit you as hard as it did, cheeks flush from the drinks earlier in the night, you know you’re fucked.

Ellie is standing by the desk on the far wall when you lean on the bathroom doorway, head craned as she scans over the trophies and picture frames decorating the shelves above it. With Ellie facing away, you now have the chance to stare at her unabashedly. Eyes trailing over Ellie’s shoulders, broad yet slim, and muscular arms that flex under her flannel with even the smallest of movements. Down to her taught hips hidden behind her relaxed jeans. Her auburn hair sits in a half up half down bun, and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through the strands; braid it, twirl it, pull it. . .

Your cheeks are burning hot again, but this time the alcohol  can’t be blamed for your flushed appearance. With hands still cold from the running water, pressing them against your cheeks in an attempt to cool off works as well as you’d expect it.

When you catch Ellie’s gaze, you’re tearing your eyes away impossibly fast, busying yourself with making it look like the football poster on the wall is the coolest thing ever, “Ya know, for a frat boys room this is surprisingly well organized.” you comment.

“Yeah, this is Ryan’s room.” Ellie fixes a crooked trophy. “Pretty chill dude.”

Humming, you make herself comfortable on the bed, laying down on the soft pillows. As you adjust yourself, a crackling noise comes from underneath the pillow that has you shifting to reach under to grab it. The last thing you expected to pull out was a mens porn magazine, decked out with a raunchy cover of an oiled up man in a tiny speedo. You let out a yelp as you’re tossing it to the other side of the room, wiping your hand off on your pants.

The yelp catches the attention of Ellie, who whips around concerned, “What?” 

“That!” you exclaim, pointing towards the end of the bed where the magazine sits on the floor. Ellie bends down to pick it up, but you’re calling out in protest, “No, don’t touch it!”

“Oh wow,” Ellie lets out a loud laugh as she scans over the front cover, moving to flop down on the bed beside you.

“Ellie, gross put it down!” 

Ellie leans away from you who tries swatting it out of her grasp. “Hold your horses! I wanna see what all the fuss is about.”

You groan, watching as Ellie flips through the pages. You don't think it can get any worse, but page after page proves to be more unpleasant when the next portrait of a man posing with nothing but a scrap of cloth to cover his junk comes up. Your lips are downturned in disgust, but your ears are in tune to the chuckles Ellie lets out at the pictures, and her dramatic reading of the explicitly detailed  little captions. 

The next page is folded in on itself a couple times, falling open when Ellie holds the magazine above your heads, “Oh man! How the hell does he even walk around with that thing?” She exclaims.

You turn your head away, fake gagging. “Dicks are so gross.”

Ellie snorts, “Don’t gotta tell me.” Eyeing your side profile from where your head is ducked into your hands, eyes shut. It’s then that Ellie decides to play a trick on you. “Uh. . .” she begins trailing off, ruffling the pages as if she were flipping through them, “Why are these pages all stuck together?”

Your head whips up to look at Ellie, “Gross!”

The laugh that Ellie lets out is straight from her belly, deep and contagious as she tosses the magazine away. “I’m just messing with you.”

When your eyes meet, Ellie’s hold their usual mischievous glint, slightly narrowed and crinkled at the corners where her smile pushes at them, and yours show nowhere near as much annoyance and malice that’s usually directed towards her. Ellie flips onto her back, hands going behind her head while you stay on your stomach. You’re still laughing quietly at the joke Ellie pulled on you, which has the smile on Ellie’s face pulling even higher as she looks at you, oblivious.

With you laying on your  stomach, Ellie was given a full view of your exposed back. It made the collar of her flannel suddenly feel itchy where it was rubbing against her neck. Ellie could feel the red hot flush that blossomed over her as she pictured teasing her fingers along your back. She could practically feel the shudder you’d let out, hear your complaints of being ticklish.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” Ellie is snapped out of her daze when your voice cuts through. 

You’ve got your chin resting on your hand, leaning to the side to look up at Ellie who’s sitting taller. Your legs are bent at the knee, legs swaying in the air. The look in your eyes is smouldering; lids droopy as they buzz with something Ellie can only connect with so much need that it's beginning to overwhelm her.

“Like— like that! You’re giving me bedroom eyes.”

“Well,” Ellie sits up a little straighter on her elbows. “We are in a bedroom.”

Your forehead falls to lay on Ellie’s arm as you let out a howling laugh. Ellie’s skin burns through her flannel at the feeling of you on her. Ellie finds herself feeling reminiscent of a time three years ago when she might have found herself in such close proximity to you and it has her chest clenching with a raw ache, knowing she’d gone and fucked it all up.

“Hey,” Ellie begins with a laugh. “Remember that time your mom surprised you and caught you, me, and Dina all smoking—”

You remember in that instant why you’d been so determined to get out of being locked in a room with her. Although inebriated, it seemed that for a little while tonight you and Ellie had managed to slip back into something similar to that of your old friendship. As if you had almost looked past the last three years. Falling back into joking with each other like it was the most natural thing.

“No.” You’re firm, tone dripping with finality. “You don’t get to do this.” 

“Please—”

“Ellie. No.”

“I’m sorry.” 

It’s so quiet you almost don’t hear her. Ellie herself almost misses the words slipping past her lips, but she feels you go stiff, the sound of your sharp inhale rings in her ears. She can't help herself when her hand moves up to your head, brushing some of the strands behind your ear and twirling the ends.

Three years of waiting. Three years of wanting and avoiding, and the need to hear those words fall from her mouth, and all it took was getting locked in a room together and sharing a joint. You’d imagined the apology a few times. Ellie showing up on your doorstep, soaked to the bone in the rain, on her knees grovelling her apologies. Sending flowers. Some huge declaration of love.

But not in a frat boys bedroom, stoned with Ellie Williams.

“Do you remember how we first met?” Ellie continues when you don’t speak, still twirling your hair around her finger. “Homecoming freshman year. Dina said she had someone from her compsci class to introduce me to and I was ready to clam up because I’m terrible with new people. But then there you were—”

“Ellie—” you try cutting her off.

“—Vodka in your nalgene, and being around you just felt so easy. You were the prettiest girl I’d ever met. Even later that night when I held your hair as you puked all over that poor lady’s flower bush. She came out yelling and all you did was say something about fertilising her plants.” Ellie laughs as she recounts the day you two met.

Your headache from earlier is back as you pull away, your hair falling from Ellies fingers. Shutting your eyes in hopes to quell the splitting pain resting just between them, Ellie’s voice fades slightly to the background of your focus. God, you hoped to get out of there soon. It had already been long enough, and it had led to your guard being brought down.

Ellie’s still talking when your ears focus again,“—for the last three years I’ve been trying to work out how to apologize to you and make things right, but fuck, none of them are good enough. And I’m so incredibly sorry about how everything turned out.”

“Ellie.” you interject, sounding exhausted. “Please just stop.” 

She shakes her head, sitting up and moving closer to you, “No, please. If this is the only chance I get at this I need you to listen to me—”

“It won’t change anything, you know that. You still did what you did.” You rub at your eyes and shift away from her.

“And it was by far the worst thing I’ve ever done, and believe me there's been a lot of fuck ups on my part. If I could take it back and make it right I would. . . I will.” 

Ellie’s practically on her hands and knees begging you to hear her out for just a moment, but the hurt of her leaving you stings just as fresh as it had in the beginning. All you can do is shake your head and try putting some distance between the two of you, “Ellie, you’re being mean.” 

It seems that in your attempts at putting some much needed distance between you and Ellie, you failed to notice how close you were to the edge of the bed. You’re about to fall off when Ellie reaches out, her arm wrapping around you to keep you on the bed. The two of you are closer than ever before, her forehead is pressed against yours as she scoots back, bringing you further onto the bed with her arm still secure around you. Your breath stutters in your chest as Ellie’s eyes fall shut. 

“Baby just. . .” Ellie breathes out shakily, eyes opening again to meet yours. “I clammed up and lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You swallow down the lump that’s formed in your throat, voice just above a whisper as you speak, “Ellie why are you doing this?”

She shakes her head against yours, bringing the hand that she had around your back, up to cup your face, “I hope you’re willing to forgive me. . . or at least try to.”

To hear Ellie make this attempt after wanting nothing more for three years had your mind short circuiting in an electrifying blaze. You know that you shouldn’t give in to her, that this apology is probably no more than a half-assed attempt at easing whatever guilt she may hold. Why wait three years? Three years you had spent wondering what you had done wrong for her to throw away whatever it was you two shared.

Ellie watches your eyes glaze over slightly, and in what might be a lapse of judgement is quick to make her move while you’re still stunned, moving forward and kissing you. You grow stiff under the weight of Ellie’s lips on yours, eyes open and looking at Ellie’s shut eyes. With your face now sandwiched between both of Ellie’s hands, do your eyes fall shut and mind catches up to the fact that Ellie William’s is kissing you. 

You’re kissing Ellie Williams.

The kiss is all consuming, tasting of the tequila and whiskey on your tongue. It’s messy with the clashing of teeth, nipping of lips and hands tangled in hair. All rational thought is thrown out the window once you feel her body pressed against yours. Breathing is the last thing on either of your minds as one of Ellie’s hands splays out across your back to pull your body into hers solidly. The searing heat of Ellie’s hand on the exposed skin of your back has you shuddering,  arching into her to try moving away from the touch. 

Your lips stay moulded together as Ellie rolls onto her back, taking you with her, hands holding onto your hips. Ellie can’t get enough of you, her breathing is heavy as she pushes her lips a little harder against yours, a groan escaping the girl's throat as you fist at her flannel. You break apart for a moment so Ellie can shrug out of  her flannel, admiring the swirls of ink marking her right forearm before your lips are on her.

Your teeth are lightly nipping at the slim expanse of Ellie’s neck, hands wandering down the firm muscles of her arms. You’re sitting up together now, you seated in Ellie’s lap, legs on either side of her thighs. Your teeth are still working at Ellie’s neck, which you follow up with sloppy kisses to soothe the sting of making your mark. Ellie’s eyes fall shut at the feeling, but she has to stop before it gets too far. 

Tonight is all about you. 

Grabbing a fistful of hair and gently pulling your head out of her neck, Ellie leans into you, but doesn’t let her lips touch your skin, just letting her hot breath fan over you. Her nose is nudging the column of your throat up to the hook of your jaw. You’re whining, filled to the brim with impatience has you shifting in Ellie’s lap in the attempt to get closer, grinding your hips where the two of you meet.

Ellie groans, dropping her head fully into your neck, lips pressing firmly to your collarbone. Here, your perfume wafts up her nose, a sickly sweet and seductive twinge that has her mouthing at your neck in the same fashion done to her own. Lips dragging lazily up from collarbone to the pulsepoint where your heartbeat thumps erratically beneath the skin. 

With your head thrown back and hips starting a slow and steady drag, you’re all heavy pants and loose whines that never fully slip past your lips. The friction caused by your hips grinding down onto Ellie feels euphoric all the same as not being enough. One of her hands is still stationed on your hip, the other taking place at the small of your back to aid your movements against her. 

The breath in both yours and Ellie’s throats is choked out when the fabric of your jeans catches against your bundle of nerves in just the right way. It must feel just as good for Ellie as she’s grinding her hips up into you at the feeling, panting against your neck. 

“Ellie.” Her name slipping past your lips in a garbled mess of need, “Ellie, please. . .”

She only hums in response, finally kissing you again. It doesn't last as long as you’d have hoped as Ellie pulls away slightly to speak against you, “Mmh, what is it baby? C’mon.”

Your hips cant down into her again out of pure desperation as you pant out, “More.”

Suddenly, you’re being guided by Ellie’s capable hands to lay down on the bed. But in your still muddled mind it feels as if you’ve just gone down the slope of a rollercoaster, stomach dropping and heart in your throat. Ellie is situated above you, looking everything like a dream with her short hair falling around her face, eyes catching the light of the desk lamp and sparkling. She smiles down at you as you both take a moment, and your stomach somersaults, legs locked around her taught hips to pull her down closer to you. 

Dropping to her elbows, Ellie’s body is flush against you as she brings a hand up to grab your face, “What is it you need? Hmm, baby’s gone all needy on me.” The teasing lilt to her tone has you pushing your hips up against hers, lips searching for hers again. Ellie pulls back slightly, getting a better look at your flushed appearance, apples of your cheeks bursting a bright pink.  “Tell me what you want.”

“Need you to touch me.” You pant out.

A smirk pulls at her lips as she dips down to kiss your neck. “I am touching you baby.”

You groan, frustrated and needing for her to do something. “Want your mouth, your fingers. Anything. Please.”

“Atta girl.”

Ellie’s kisses trail down your neck to your still clothed chest, where she graces the swell of your breasts, followed by grazing her teeth over your nipples poking through the fabric. She continues her way down until she reaches the waistband of your jeans, eyes flickering up to yours for confirmation. When Ellie hears you breath out a wispy yes, she’s working at undoing your pants. You’re kicking off your shoes and aiding her in taking off your pants by lifting your hips, her fingers brush over the skin of your thighs in a hot trail.

Your pants and underwear are tossed to the ground with a dull thud, now laying before Ellie bare from the waist down. Her eyes are hungry, looking like a woman starved of everything she’s ever needed. The intensity of her eyes taking you in has you closing your legs self consciously, but Ellie tuts and spreads them open again, laying on her stomach between your legs.

“Look at you, so wet for me.” Ellie purrs, dragging her middle finger through your folds to collect some of your slick. You gasp at the touch, gaze locked on Ellie whose eyes roll back into her skull as she sucks your slick clean from her finger. “So fucking sweet baby, I knew it.”

“Ellie please. . .” you mewl, growing impatient.

Without another second wasted, Ellie’s head is level with your cunt as she licks a bold stripe from your hole up to your clit. Her mouth is hot against you, and even though you’ve just started the feeling is so overwhelming that your legs move to clamp around Ellie’s head. Her strong arms curl around your thighs, prying them away from her head, pinning them down against the bed as she moves your feet to rest over her shoulders. 

Something delightful burns in your stomach as Ellie’s tongue moves through your folds again, warm and wet. A pleasurable sigh leaves you, head thrown back and eyes shut. Your hands are trying to find hold of anything, one gripping at the bedspread and the other wrapped around Ellie’s forearm, feeling the ridges of muscle and tattoo beneath your fingers.

Ellie’s tongue passes through you a couple more times before she’s wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth. “Mmm, tastes like heaven baby.”

You’re a needy, gasping mess beneath her. Your moans are music to her ears, and Ellie thinks they are the hottest thing she’s ever heard, encouraging her to keep going. Ellie releases your clit from her mouth with a pop, flicking her tongue over it has your hips bucking up into her face for more, “Fuck. . . right there Ellie.” 

Her groan vibrates through you, rustling the tightening coil that sits heavy in your belly. Ellie keeps giving you exactly what you wanted, working at your cunt like it’s her last meal. You pry your eyes open and the sight of Ellie between your legs pulls a loud moan from the back of your throat. Her pale veiny hands tighten their grip on your thighs, fingers pressing into your flesh deliciously. 

You’re not sure you’ve ever felt anything as good as this, with Ellie’s nose nudging at your clit as her mouth moves lower on your cunt, running her tongue along your entrance once, twice, before dipping in. She’s groaning into you, spurring you on. You release your grip on Ellie’s forearm to palm at your breasts, gaze locking with hers from over your mound. Ellie’s hand moves from your thigh to encase your hand with hers where you palm at yourself. 

Ellie takes this moment to catch a breath, leaning her head against your leg. The bottom half of her face is slick, glistening with your arousal that her tongue licks from her lips. She’s panting in a similar fashion to you. “Doing so good f’me baby.” The kiss she places to your inner thigh has you jostling into her touch. 

“Ellie. . . more, I need more.”

She smirks and moves the hand that was on yours back to your cunt, dragging her fingers through your folds and circling them around your clit lazily. It’s too soon that she’s abandoning her ministrations on your clit and moving down to your entrance, teasing her fingers along your opening before she’s pushing them into you.

They move in and out of you slowly at first, Ellie working them up to a steady pace, going as deep as she can,  “Oh god. . .”

“Nope, just Ellie, baby.” She sends you a wink that has you letting out a small chuckle, one that’s cut off by your own moan as her fingers curl against that sweet spot inside you. “My good girl. Lovin’ this, huh?”

You nod weakly, clenching around Ellie’s fingers. She knows you’re probably close, knows that soon, the coil that’s been building in your belly will snap. This has her leaning back down to kiss at your clit. Your hands leave your body and where it grips at the bed to thread through Ellie’s hair, moving the strands that have fallen in front of her face out of the way so you can see her fully. Ellie leaves a series of pecks on your clit before sucking it into her mouth, tongue flicking at it. 

The combined pleasure of having Ellie’s fingers buried deep inside your cunt and her mouth working your clit has the muscles in your legs clenching as you fight the urge to close your legs around her head once again. It’s all too much, your hips are rutting up into her mouth as she continues to lap at you, and you can feel your release hurdling towards you. 

“Ellie,” you whimper, head thrown back against the bed. Your chest is heaving erratically, but Ellie doesn’t let up. The feeling that’s been sitting so heavily in your belly finally lets up as your release hits you, thighs trembling. You twitch and moan as you fall apart against Ellie’s tongue and fingers. The room feels so unbearably warm as your fingers tighten in Ellie’s hair, eyes screwed shut as your mouth drops open in a loud moan. “Fuck! Oh god. . . fuck fuck fuck, Ellie!”

Ellie works you through it, lapping greedily at the arousal that gushes from you, fingers still working steadily as you clench tightly around them. The feeling of her flicking at your clit and fingers curling inside you becomes so overwhelming that you almost push Ellie away from you, but she’s pulling away on her own. 

Both of you are panting, your hands fall from her hair to brush back your own which you’re sure is an ugly tangled mess. You hiss at the loss of Ellie’s fingers as she pulls them out of you, breath  stuttering and catching in your chest as she maintains eye contact with you as she brings them up to her mouth like earlier. Ellie groans at the taste of you on her fingers, acting like a woman starved as if she wasn’t buried between your thighs just a moment ago. 

You hide behind your hands, slightly embarrassed as you let out a laugh. You feel the bed move and soon enough Ellie is above you again, moving your hands away from your face so she can see you properly. She’s smiling down at you, letting out a soft chuckle, “That what you wanted, pretty girl?”

The flush in your cheeks only deepens and you can’t find it in you to form any coherent words, only nodding in response. Ellie’s smile widens —as does yours— as her eyes dance around your face before she’s leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. This kiss is unlike the others you’ve shared tonight, this one is slow, lethargic and full of something you can’t name. 

It’s over quicker than it lasts, a loud banging on the door has you and Ellie pulling away from each other. “Hey, is there someone in ‘ere?” calls out a slurring voice.

In an instant, any and all euphoria mulling about in your body is swept away as you come to your senses. The sounds from the party that still rages on outside filter through the open window, no longer muffled by your cross-faded state. 

Quickly, you’re rolling out from under Ellie, standing up so fast you almost give yourself a head rush. You’re pulling your underwear and pants back on as fast as you can, shoving your shoes on as you ignore Ellie who calls out to you to hang on a second, and the sounds of the door jostling against the frame. 

You need to get out of here as soon as possible. The weight you’re feeling in your chest right now is worse than when the door knob broke and you realized you’d be stuck in here with Ellie for god knows how long. Now, you don’t know how long it's been, but certainly long enough to have landed you in such a sticky situation you don’t know how you’ll recover from this lapse in your judgement. 

Ellie is still trying to get you to calm down when the door swings open on its hinges and in stumbles the drunkest frat boy you’ve ever seen.

“Ellie, what’re you doin’ in ‘ere?” He slurs, using the door to hold himself upright. Suddenly, his eyes light up, “You got any weed?”

She hesitates for a moment, before nodding, “Uh. . . yeah I’ve got some.” Ellie’s shrugging on her flannel and wiping at her mouth with the sleeve, looking between you and who you assume is Ryan. She looks like she wants to say something, brows furrowed deeply, but you don’t give her the chance as you’re squeezing past Ryan.

“Gotta go.” you call out over your shoulder. You hold onto the railing as you hurriedly make your way down the stairs, chest aching with an Ellie sized hole as you wonder what the fuck just happened.

[ariseur]

you stood there as you and zack both stared at each other. his hands, once holding cardboard swords similar to the ones you used as kids when you two would sneak off to whatever small clearing you could get in gongaga and clash, now held a thick metal sword. a sword that you recalled was the first class SOLDIER, angeal hewley’s, most prized possession. at least that’s what you heard from zack. he always did admire him, you wondered where angeal was at now.

you almost felt guilty that zack trusted you enough to tell you all these things, even with you as a turk. you felt guilty standing there, knowing that the man you loved was the man who you were supposed to kill. you felt guilty as you reminisced on the missions where you saw zack so excited, the two of you following tseng’s orders. you felt guilty knowing that zack just dreamed of being a soldier, he didn’t ask to be roped into all of this.

his hands stayed firm around the handle of the sword, the sheen metal glimmering in the sun as it practically blinded you. in his eyes, they stayed not the blue you were so used to, but instead a glowing aqua as the mako infused itself with the natural color of his iris.

“how did we get here?” you asked, your weapon remained in its holster as you not dared to use it on zack. a frown graced itself upon his lips although his weapon never faltered.

“i don’t know.” he said.

you spotted the man behind him, obviously unconscious as his head hung low. his blond hair covered his face but you could clearly see the calm rise and fall of his bulky uniform-clad shoulders.

you looked back up, zack’s eyes never leaving yours as they held such a solemn slant. you could’ve sworn his eyes started to glaze over, tears washing out the glowing tones of mako resonating in his irises. swallowing thickly, you spoke again, “you have to go, zack. they’re on their way. you don’t understand—“

with a soft call of your name, you looked up again. god, look at you. a turk, one of shinra’s goons, and there you were choking up at someone who had a manhunt out for him.

“i’ll be alright.”

“zack, no—“

“go.” he said, managing to give you one last meager smile before nodding his head to the other side of the cliff, a small opening where one could pass through and flee. with your bottom lip quivering, you glanced back at zack. he nodded his head at you in reassurance, lowering his sword and sheathing it once again.

your breath quivered as you sighed and began walking to the small crawl space, your footsteps heavy with each aching step you took.

the cool wind suddenly felt more evident in the air against your sweaty palms, wiping them against your black sleek uniformed pants. you could feel zack’s eyes on you, watching you trail away— and you almost didn’t turn around until you were face to face with your exit ticket out of there. his name felt thick on your tongue as you breathed out a call of his name, “zack?”

just the syllable was enough to leave a bittersweet taste in the back of your throat, swallowing in hopes of moistening your now dry mouth. you turned your head slowly to look at him. he adorned that same smile as he always did, the same smile he’d wear when he’d get good news from lazard or when he had triumphed in a sparring session.

you recalled the numerous times you two would rant to each other. he’d talk about how well it was going over there, how much work he had put into himself and his job.

and you recalled how you’d talk about your latest victories and accomplished missions, although you always rambled about your latest failures as well. that memory shifted to the front of your mind as you managed to flash a poignant smile whilst you talked once more, mimicking the tone you’d use during your late night talks, “man, you know what sucked today?”

he cocked his head.

“i failed my mission.” and with a wistful grin, he gave you one last nod.

[yujinslovr]

shadows - vampire!choi yena x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, uhh blood sucking??

genre: smut w a bit of plot

synopsis: you didn't know what it was about this unfamiliar girl that drew you in so much.

a/n: pls ignore any mistakes, i wrote this at 4am while halfasleep😭😭 also tbh i rly wsnt gonna write smut abt yena bcz shes my baby wabey but i like saw it, it was a vision and i had to write it😞😞

word count: 1,521

an unfamiliar face, one that you hadn’t seen in all your years of living in this small town. not only unfamiliar, but unusual the bright red of her eyes shone under the dim light of the bar she leaned against. you wondered why one would come here wearing red contacts of all things, or come here in general.  no one ever moved here, everyone was always longing to leave, this town where everyone knew each other, this town where nothing good ever occurred. this town that tourists avoided, this town that everyone in south korea avoided, this haunted town that you grew up in. 

you usually never came to places like these, never liking the loud music nor the sweaty bodies that would come into contact with you. but today was your birthday, and not allowing you to stay home and watch netflix for this event. your friends had dragged you out of your apartment, forcing you to go out clubbing with them. usually you’d deny them, but tonight they had been much more insistent and you eventually caved. 

“who is she? i’ve never seen her before.” you elbowed your friend, gesturing your head towards the unfamiliar girl. 

your friend, hyewon, responded with a shrug of her shoulders. she had never seen this girl, never in this club and never out of this club. “why? wanna take her home?” hyewon teased. when you didn't respond, only flushed her eyes widened. 

“actually?!” with this newfound information she rushed over to your other friends and relayed the information. 

they all started cheering, minju pushing you in the girls direction, knowing you’d never make a move. much to your luck, minju’s push had been hard enough to send you falling over in front of her. the mysterious girl, seeing this quickly reached out and caught you in her arms. 

“falling for me already?” she asked, a cheeky smile spread on her beautiful face. you couldn't help but take a moment to roam your eyes over her face, taking in her beauty. 

“s-sorry,” you stuttered out, quickly breaking free of her arms and standing straight on your own two feet.

you tried not to, but the challenge of keeping your eyes on hers and not her cute duck lips was proving to be an issue. reading her lips but not registering her voice let out an ‘it’s all good’. you couldn't help the blush on your face at the way her lips would stick out when she spoke. you wondered how they’d feel on your own. 

seeing that your gaze was fixed on her lips she let out a chuckle “can i get you a drink?” she questioned. with your gaze still on her lips, imagining them dragging along your skin you nodded. “my eyes aren't that low, you know.” she said, a smug smirk on her face. you immediately lowered your gaze to the floor as you grew even redder. who was this girl and how was she invoking this unfamiliar feeling in you? 

she grabbed your chin, tilting your head up, your eyes now meeting hers. she slowly leaned in, her lips meeting your waiting ones. unlike all your other ones, this kiss wasn't at all soft nor slow. It was fast, messy and desperate. her hands roaming your body before settling on your ass, squeezing, eliciting a moan from you. she took this moan as an opportunity to have her tongue enter your mouth, exploring the depths of it. you could taste the cherry of her chapstick and the faint taste of whiskey that lingered in her mouth, no doubt from her previous drink. you were never one to have one night stands, in fact this was going to be your first one. you much rather preferred to be in a stable relationship before having sex. but something about this girl made you want to give yourself up to her. 

“let’s go to your place?” she asked, breaking away from the kiss to talk. 

“okay, let me just go get my things then we can go.” with one last kiss she let go of you, to walk back over to where your friends were to get your purse. 

“uh guys i'm gonna go now, kay?” minju whistled hearing this, the rest of them cheering and making comments on what you were gonna do. you rolled your eyes and walked back over to the girl whose name you realized you still didn't know. 

“im y/n” you said, finally introducing yourself after you told the taxi driver your address. “yena.” she said before pulling you onto her lap and reattaching her lips to yours. the drive to your house went by in a blur, you two spending the whole time making out and groping each other. you two entered your house in the same manner, you struggling to punch the code in while she kissed your neck from behind. 

you led her to your room, her lips not leaving yours for a second. when you reached the foot of your bed she pushed you onto it, then crawled on top of you, settling on your abdomen. she leaned down and began biting and sucking at your skin, maybe if you had been a bit more sober you would have questioned the stinging pain in your neck. how she stayed at the same spot on your neck for a bit too long. but alas you didn't think twice about why there was a sudden pain in your neck, her hands that were massaging your breasts thoroughly distracting you. 

she stopped for a moment, ridding you of all your clothes before going to your chest to start her sucking and licking there. maybe if you paid more attention, you’d have found it weird that she never undressed. but the way she circled her tongue around your nipple, not a thought was able to be formed in your mind. you couldn't focus on anything other than the wonders her tongue was doing. 

“mmh y-yena, please.” you moaned out, desperately wishing for her to continue what she was doing except lower

“please what? tell me what you want, baby.” she said, coming up to plant a kiss on your lips

“p-please just fuck me already.” you whined out, tired of her teasing.

hearing this, a huge smile planted itself on yena’s face as she went lower and towards your bare pussy. she let out a breath, causing a shiver to erupt all throughout your body, pushing your hips into her face. she held your hips down and used both of her thumbs to open up your lips, getting a good look at your exposed pussy. she extended her tongue and licked a stripe up your core, stopping at your clit to suck. the moans that left your mouth consisted of curses of her name, you could just hope that your neighbors were out for the night. 

she ate you out as if she had been starved for days, the way the wet muscle had entered and exited you bringing you closer to euphoria. you couldn't control the noises that exited your mouth if you wanted to, you didn't want to control them though. you wanted her to know that it was her who was making you feel this way. the way her tongue caressed your walls as she reached it farther than you thought it was possible for a tongue to reach was heavenly. 

the same went for her though, your sweet taste on her tongue and the way you clenched around her was almost enough to get her off. your moans turned yena on more than she’d like to admit, your pretty voice screaming her name. feeling your walls tighten around her she reached a hand up to grab one of your breasts. she rolled your nipple in between her fingers and that was it for you. you couldn't hold it in any longer, letting go and cumming onto her tongue. she lapped up your juices, cleaning you up until you pushed her head away slightly, the pain of overstimulation catching up to you and outweighing the pleasure. 

she got up from in between your legs and leaned down to kiss your lips, shoving her tongue into your mouth letting you get a taste of yourself. you let out a moan into her mouth as you sloppily kissed back, tired after what had just transpired between the two of you. when oxygen became a problem, she pulled away and laid down next to you. your eyes felt heavy, immediately falling into a deep slumber.

when you opened your eyes the next morning, she was gone. and so was any trace that she had ever been there. the hickeys she left on you being the only proof she was ever there, along with two mysterious holes on your neck. it looked almost as if you’d been bitten, by what you had no idea. 

almost as if she never existed to begin with, after that night she was never to be seen again by you. from the shadows she had come and to the shadows she had returned. 

[evansbby]

preying on you tonight part 3

part iii - eat you alive

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Warnings: smut, dark themes, a/b/o themes, daddy!kink, noncon, dubcon, extreme dumbification, bullying, breeding kink, size difference, humiliation, extreme emotional manipulation and gaslighting, anal, use of toys, choking, minors do not interact!

Summary: Steve's manipulations continue, but will you be able to see through them? 

Part 1 & Part 2

(A/N | another warning that this chapter contains extreme gaslighting and manipulation. read at your own risk.)

Shaking. You can’t seem to stop shaking. It’s how you wake up, with dread in your heart and the throbbing of Steve’s mark on your neck matching the searing pain between your legs. The bed’s empty, but it doesn’t matter. Despite him not being here, all you can smell, taste, feel… is Steve. Almost like your heart is beating solely for him.

And then there’s the mark on the side of your neck. Big, jagged and barely sealed.

Steve’s mark.

It’s still so fresh, so tender. Just like the memories of the night before. How he never stopped fucking you. Every position, every angle – as if mating with you had incensed him to the point of insanity. He’d still been fucking you when you’d – mercifully – passed out.

That was last night. And now… Now Steve’s nowhere to be found. And with aching limbs and a breaking heart, you slip on your robe because you can’t bear to look at the body he broke and bruised. Instead, you look at Steve Junior – he’s smiling at you glassily, with a flimsy reassurance that everything is going to be okay.

You grab the stuffie, looking deep into its coal-black eyes.

“Everything’s so fucked up.” It’s crazy how you’re speaking to an inanimate object, your voice breaking like a dam and tears welling in your eyes. “Do you think maybe… Maybe if I pretend it’s not there, that it’ll go away?”

You scrunch your eyes shut, willing with all your might, praying, wishing, manifesting. But the mark’s still there, taunting you, throbbing like it’s got a heartbeat of its own. You feel the omega inside of you screaming: He owns you. Accept it. You’re his. Forever.

You sense Steve coming in before you see him. Even before he opens the door, you know he’s there. It’s like every cell in your body seems to tingle, and your heart beats wildly as if to inform you: alpha’s here. You stand up, Steve Junior falling to the floor as you tug your robe further down to cover your legs.

And he’s there, slightly sweaty and flushed as if he’s just come back from a jog. A quick, casual jog after violating your body all night – seems about right.

You stare at each other for a few seconds, scared eyes meeting predatory ones. And then his gaze moves downwards, drinking in your body clad in only your robe, bare legs on display. His eyes zero in on his mark sitting pretty on your neck. A low growl emanates from somewhere in his throat, and then he’s striding towards you.

“Steve, please, no!” You sound so weak, and a part of you wonders whether it’s even worth voicing your protestations. Never before has he listened to you, never has he stopped when he’s wanted something – so, why would he now?

You’re crushed into his embrace, your body singing in satisfaction as your alpha’s arms squeeze you close. His body is so warm, his scent so heady – you hate him, hate him for what he’s done to you. But it’s like your body needs him, as if you’re incomplete without him. It’s crushing to realise that you missed him, in time you’ve been awake and he’s been gone – you missed him.

Had he missed you too?

“Please, Steve, I can’t!” You beg softly when you feel his large, warm hand lifting your robe up and trying to get between your legs. “It hurts, Steve. Everything hurts.”

Steve’s hand freezes, and that’s when the dam breaks and everything comes out. Hiccupping back tears, you look up at him with accusatory eyes.

“H-H-How could you do it, Steve? How could you? I told you to stop. I told you not to do it! I begged you! And now… Now it can never be taken back!”

Steve runs his fingers over the mark on your neck in an almost curious way, but you can feel him growing excited. Not only through the bond which intrinsically connects you with him, but also because his dick hardens against your stomach.

“Why would I want to take it back, omega?” Steve says softly, his fingers rubbing over the tender skin and making you squirm and wince at the same time. “This mark shows I own you. And now everyone will be able to see that.”

“You did it to prove a point!” You cry, unable to stop yourself even though you know that raising your voice like this will displease him. “B-Bonding is meant to be special. Meant to be for when you find the person you love and want to spend the rest of your life with. But– But you… You did it to prove a point! You were angry and scary and – And you didn’t listen!”

“You don’t know what my intentions were.” Steve says quietly.  

“You were so scary and mean! It’s like you… You flipped a switch and now you’ve done something you’re probably gonna regret, and, and –”

He gathers you in his arms, your tiny fists no match for his strength as you try to push him away. And it ends how it always does, with Steve sat on your bed and you in his lap, head forcibly against his hard chest as he holds you close. And you despise the comfort that his embrace brings you, the warmth of his arms and the gentleness of his breathing pattern – you hate it all.

“My poor sweet baby omega,” Steve coos, pressing soft kisses on the top of your head. You scrunch your eyes shut, not wanting to fall victim to his sweet words – not this time. But he’s your alpha, compelling you to listen to each and every word he speaks. “I don’t regret anything. I mated with you and I stand by it.”

“You hurt me so bad!” You can’t help but cry into his chest. Every bone in your body still aches from his cruel ministrations.

“I know, baby, I know I hurt you. I had to do it. It’s the only way you’d learn that you’re mine. As your alpha, I have to have a firm hand, baby.” He’s smoothing down your hair, kissing your temple, squeezing you close. His tenderness is such a stark contrast to how inhumanely rough he’d been the night before. It’s giving you vertigo, how his demeanour seems to change so frequently.

You hiccup, “But I didn’t even do anything wrong, Steve! I didn’t listen to Peter. I told him to leave and I stayed with you! I thought you’d be pr-proud of me! But you wouldn’t even listen! It’s like something came over you, and –”

“You looked at him. You spoke to him. You touched him. And you said you’d speak to him later.”

“I didn’t mean to!” You don’t know why you’re defending yourself to Steve, but it’s as if, despite everything, you want him to see you in your best light, to be proud of you.

“I had to make it real – what we have between us. That’s why I marked you. And look how pretty you look with my mark, baby.” Steve grabs your chin and forces you to look at your reflection in the small mirror you have hanging on the side of your closet.

It’s jagged and deep, so noticeable that it makes you want to cry all over again. You don’t want it marring your skin like this. You hate it. Hate it more than anything. But Steve’s words stick to you like honey, and you look up at him instead, “What we have between us?”

“Yes. I care about you, baby. That’s why you’re my mate now.”

You feel like you’re floating. And it’s insane. One second, you’re crying in desolate despair because of a bond you were never given a choice over, and then a single crumb of his affection has you soaring up in the sky. I care about you, baby.

“Y-You care about me?”

“Of course.” Steve cuddles you closer, and you can’t believe this is the same man who bruised and abused your body the night before, who ignored your cries and how you’d begged him to stop. “In fact, I’m the only one who cares about you.”

“Wh-What?” That’s not true.

Steve smiles down at you, lips so plump and pink it’s almost distracting.

“Yes, baby. I’m the only one who cares about you. Who else do you speak to, apart from me? Who else cares enough to talk to you? Or takes care of you like I do?”

You’re silent for a second, “I used to speak to Peter.”

Steve snorts, “And he ran away last night like the fucking pussy he is. He doesn’t care about you. If he had cared, he would’ve fought back.”

You shake your head, “No, Peter’s not like that. And I told him to leave. He – He –”

“He ran away.” Steve completes, “Baby, if you had told me to leave, you think I would’ve left?”

You mull over his words for a second. You could never imagine Steve leaving, not even if you begged and pleaded with him to.

“And I’m the only one who cares about you enough to speak to you. I’ve been through your phone, gone through all your texts and calls. I’m the only one in there, baby. Even your mom barely calls you.”

You wince. Steve’s really painting a full picture of how lonely you truly are.

“I did you a favour when I mated with you, baby.” Steve says gently, cupping your face between his large, warm hands. “Now you know that you’ll always have me. You’ll always have my protection too. Everyone else either leaves you or doesn’t care. What about your dad, huh? I didn’t see any calls or texts from him either.”

A strong pang of mental anguish washes over you, and Steve feels it too – you know he does because he strokes your cheek gently, calming you down. Your lower lip wobbles, “D-Don’t have a dad.” You say quietly.

“I know, baby girl. Because he left, didn’t he? He left you – probably when you were really young, am I right?” Steve enunciates every word slowly so it has maximum effect, and you can feel your heart sinking and sinking and sinking. He’s right.  

But then you smell liquid sunshine, and freshly watered grass – and it smells like hope, along with Steve’s kisses which are peppered across your forehead as he continues to weave words like magic. “Your dad left. Peter left. Your mom doesn’t care about you. And you have no one else. Does anyone else on campus even speak to you? No. Just me. I’m the only one who cares about you.”

There’s a tiny part of your brain which is screaming at you to fight back, to disagree with Steve and his cajoling words. Scream that Peter does care, that Peter will come back and save you from this huge mess. And your mom cares too, she’s just busy with work. But she cares, she cares, she cares!

But why is it so much easier to ignore the screaming in your head and get lost in Steve’s scent and touch instead?

“You really care about me?” You ask him quietly.

He kisses you. And it’s even more thrilling now that you’re mated. It’s like a surge of electricity shifting from his lips to yours, this magnetic kind of energy that leaves you breathless and wanting more. And he’s so sweet with it, tongue lapping at yours, lips so soft and spongy – consuming you completely. You can’t help but melt into it and kiss him back. You can’t help it.

“My mark on you means I care about you more than anyone else ever has or ever will. And in return, all you’re expected to do is obey me.”

You find yourself nodding slowly.

“Obey me, omega. That means no more talking to Peter or any other guy without my approval. It means I make your decisions for you. You ask my permission before you do anything or go anywhere. It means that everything begins and ends with me. I own you and you need to respect me. I come before anyone else. You got that?”

It’s a lot to take in, but he’s stroking the side of your face so softly, and he smells so good, and he’s so handsome – angelically handsome. It makes it so easy to forget about all the cruel things he’s done to you.

“I-I got it.” Is it really you who agrees? It sounds like you, but is it truly you? You don’t even know anymore.

Steve smiles his winning smile, “Good girl. And you wanna know the best part?”

“What?” You look up at him with shining eyes that dance with the praise he’s just bestowed upon you.

“Soon enough, I’ll put a baby inside of you. Right here,” He strokes your belly through your fluffy robe and you giggle – not knowing if he’s being serious or not. “And then you’ll have a real family. A baby who looks up to you and depends on you. And an alpha mate who cares for you and protects you. I’m the only one who can give you that happiness, baby. And then you won’t be so lonely anymore.”

You think back to all the months you’ve spent at university. Showing up at orientation and somehow everyone already had friends. Everyone except for you. Trying to join in and make friends but being met with jeering laughs and dirty looks. Sitting alone in the library while everyone else had parties, sleepovers – everything you’d dreamt of having. Spending weeks on end without speaking to a single person because Peter was too busy with work and you had no one else.  

With hesitant shyness, it’s you who slowly pecks Steve’s lips. It’s the first time you’ve initiated a kiss with him, and Steve’s response is ravenous – his returning kiss practically swallowing you whole. He’s got one hand still stroking your belly – as if imagining there’s life growing in there or something – and the other one’s slipped inside your robe to squeeze your bare breast.

“I have a plan, omega.” He says softly against your lips, “I’m graduating soon, and I want you by my side once I leave this place. My omega – pregnant and at my every beck and call. I’ll provide everything for you and our baby – it’ll be perfect.” You can feel him getting harder against you, talking about impregnating you with this fictional baby as if he’s trying to manifest it.

You moan straight into his mouth, his touch so electric, so thrilling. Steve’s words are barely registering in your brain. He always talks about getting you pregnant when he’s horny – so you don’t think much of it. But there’s still a nagging feeling in the back of your mind, one you can’t seem to suppress like you you’ve suppressed every other doubt you have about him.

“Steve,” you say breathlessly, pulling away when you feel his hand snaking between your legs once again. Ignoring his rumble of disapproval, you continue, “Steve, what about your girlfriend?”

Steve blinks at you for a second, thumb grazing your nipple as he gives you a blank look.

“Oh. I broke up with her.”

Your heart sings. “You did?”

Again, he blinks before drawing a confident smile across his face, “Of course, I did. You’re my one and only, baby.”

It’s weird, the sensations you feel when you hear Steve say these things. He’s said the meanest, vilest and most hateful things to you in the past. And you should be embarrassed how just a few sweet words can make you turn into putty in his hands. But they do. He does.

“Wh-When did you break up with her?” You ask.

Steve gives you a peculiar look, raising his eyebrow before leaning down to kiss your neck, licking over your mark again and again as if he can’t get enough of it. Soon, he’s fondling you again, completely ignoring your question. So you ask him again.

He sighs, “You need to learn not to question your alpha, baby. I broke up with her this morning when I went out, okay? Done with the interrogation?”

You lean closer to him, inhaling deeply, “I-I don’t smell her on you.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “Well, I didn’t exactly rub up against her while I broke her heart, did I? You can be so stupid sometimes.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide the pang of hurt you feel. One second, you’re his “one and only” and the next second, you’re “stupid.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out which of those you’d rather be called. You bow your head.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to question you.”

The blond hums in approval, slipping your robe down your shoulders, “Good girl. I forgive you. You have no idea how pretty you sound when you’re being all submissive. I want you to always be like that, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Mm, now let daddy see your body.” Lust seems to overtake his tone in seconds, and you allow him to pull your robe completely off you, exposing your body to him. The same body painted with bruises administered by his own cruel hands, broken by him but still yearning for him as he lays you down on the bed. You want to be good for him, you really, really do. But…

“Steve, alpha… Please. I can’t. H-Hurts too much.”

You think you see a semblance of care in his eyes, like a hint of tenderness that he blinks away before you can really get a closer look.

“I’ll make it hurt less.” He says, before dipping his head down between your legs.

***

You don’t leave your room for a whole week. Steve comes and goes – attending football practice and some classes, or to get food or a change of clothes. But for the most part, he stays in your room with you. It’s like you can’t be away from him for too long, and it seems like he feels the same way. Bonded to him in every way possible, you spend the whole week either under him or yearning to be under him.

“If I could, I’d keep you in my arms and locked away from everyone else forever.” Steve tells you one night, his words making you shiver down till the bone.

A week later, and you’re in a situation that you never thought you’d find yourself in. Walking into campus with your hand clutching tightly onto Steve’s. It feels like everyone is staring at the two of you – the most popular alpha on campus with a nobody clinging onto his arm.

And you feel doubly scrutinised in the pastel blue and white pleated skirt Steve has made you wear, the hem resting well above your knees. It’s one of the many items of clothing he had ordered for you in the past week – dresses, skirts, tops, even lacey white ankle socks which you currently also have on. You feel like a doll, created and crafted by the hands of your alpha.

It’s not your style at all, but the approving smile on Steve’s face when he’d seen you put it on that morning had made your heart had flutter because alpha was proud.

“Everyone’s staring.” You mumble to him, letting him lead you down the corridor towards the lecture hall. You shake your hair forward, hoping it’s enough to cover your mark which still mars your skin despite having practically fully healed.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Steve answers, “And don’t hide your mark, unless you want me to get mad.”

It’s when you both reach the double doors of the lecture hall that you stop dead in your tracks, heart thudding in your chest and a sinking feeling overtaking you.

“What? Come on.” Steve tugs at your hand but you don’t move, instead grabbing onto his forearm.

“Steve. P-Please could you… could you not be so mean to me today? Please?”

You can’t even meet his eyes, instead looking down at your lacey socks peaking out of your trainers, the words falling out of your mouth in a soft mumble. It’s pathetic, really, having to request him not to be mean, but the last time you were in this lecture hall with him, he’d reduced you to tears and you had run out in front of everyone.

“Please.” You say, almost desperately as you squeeze his arm, “I… I know you never listen to me and you always do what you want b-but… Just please don’t make fun of me. Es-Especially with them.” And by them you mean Sam and Bucky, of course. The fact that you have to face those two today, with their smirking faces and insults ready on the tips of their tongues, fills you with dread.

Steve looks down at you with an unreadable expression, and you hope he can feel how scared you are through the bond you both share. You peak upwards to see his plump lips part as if to say something, before he closes them again, exhaling softly. His eyes are stormy yet soft, and your heart skips a beat when he subtly squeezes your hand. But that’s all the reassurance you get before you’re pulled into the lecture hall.

You wonder if Steve can feel your sweaty palm, or how your pulse quickens when you see all of Steve’s intimidating alpha friends, including Sam and Bucky. The duo sits near the back, laughing as they look over something on Sam’s phone. It’s probably a poor, unsuspecting girl’s nudes, you think sadly to yourself.

You consider asking Steve if you can sit in the front how you usually do, but with the death-grip he has on your hand, you know this isn’t an option. You feel faint as he leads you up the steps to the very back of the lecture hall, and even more so when Sam’s head snaps up and he drinks in the sight of the two of you.

There’s an awfully long silence. Sam nudges Bucky in an extremely not-so-discreet way. And then Bucky looks up too, his light blue eyes zeroing in on you immediately, grazing unabashedly over your body in a deeply unsettling way. You whimper softly and take a step back behind Steve, feeling doubly exposed in the tiny skirt and blouse you have on. Any moment now, it’s going to start…

“Well, you two look awfully cosy.” Sam is the first to speak, craning his neck around as Steve seats the two of you in the row directly behind his two friends. “You still tapping that, Steve? She holding you hostage or something?”

Steve is cool, nonchalant, firmly placing his hand on your bare thigh, “No. She’s my girl.”

Bucky snorts, “More like schoolgirl.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, consciously tugging your pleated skirt down to cover more of your legs.

“Your girl, huh? She slipping something in your protein shakes? Some off-market, love potion shit? Blink twice if you’re in danger!” Sam’s laughter quickly dies down when no one else joins in – not even Bucky, who continues to stare at you.

Steve smirks, his finger tracing shapes on the bare skin of your thigh, “You done being an asshole?”

“Nope. I got a few more in me, I’ll be honest.” Sam turns to look at you, “So, you’ve moved on from professors to students, huh, omega? You–” He suddenly stops short, eyes sharply zeroing in on that spot at the side of your neck. You swallow. He’s seen it.

“Is that…?” Sam reaches out, almost curiously, to touch the side of your neck where Steve’s mark sits. Or, he tries to, only for Steve to growl warningly and swat the other alpha’s hand away.

“Did you mate her?” Sam asks incredulously.

Bucky’s head snaps up, looking at you even more intently than he was doing before.

“Yeah, I did.” Steve answers, and you blink at how casually he says it. He leans down to press his lips against yours, palm pressing hard against the back of your head when you don’t respond. You end up whimpering softly, kissing him back while your cheeks burn – knowing Sam and Bucky are watching.

Sam lets out a low whistle, “We gotta go get this guy checked out – gone and mated with the campus slut–”

“Shut the fuck up.” Steve doesn’t raise his voice. No, the words come out quietly, but it makes them sound even more menacing. His grip around you tightens and he pulls you even closer against the warmth of his body, “Don’t fucking call her that.”

“What? You mean the name you gave her?” Bucky says.

“Yeah, and now I’m saying you can’t fucking call her that. As a matter of fact, don’t say shit to her or about her at all.”

It’s almost surreal, witnessing Steve stand up for you like this. No one at this university has ever stood up for you – most of them witnessing you getting bullied and either laughing or joining in or simply turning a blind eye. It makes you feel warm inside, seeing Steve defend you, makes you think maybe the forced mating wasn’t too bad after all…

“Suit yourself, asshole.” Sam responds, “Never took you as someone who’d let a scholarship slut dictate your life, but if that’s what you’re about now–”

Steve’s fist slams down hard on the desk, the loud thud making you flinch, “Call her a slut one more time, I fucking dare you.”

At an impasse, the two alphas glare at each other, with seething eyes and smoke practically billowing out of their ears. It makes you uncomfortable; on one hand you’re happy that Steve’s defended you. But you’re also scared… Scared of the inevitable confrontation, or worse – a fight. What if Steve got hurt? You feel your chest tighten.

“What about your girlfriend? The other one, I mean.”

Bucky’s sudden question has Steve exhaling slowly, and you sigh in relief at the diversion.

“I dumped her. She was a fucking slut.”

There’s a pause before – to your absolute bewilderment – the three alphas burst out laughing.

“Oh, she was the biggest fucking slut, practically had ‘cocksucker’ written all over her face!” Sam guffaws, as if he hadn’t been ready to throw a punch not ten seconds ago.

Steve smirks, “She was a bitch too. And a terrible fuck.”

And just like that, the dynamic between the three of them shifts back to how it always was – except this time it’s Steve’s ex-girlfriend who they’re hurling derogatory words at instead of you. And you hate it, hate how crassly and disrespectfully they speak about women. This girl, up until a week ago, had been Steve’s girlfriend… How could he suddenly speak so horribly of her now?

“Well, congratulations to the happy couple. It’s not every day you see Stevie here go soft for a girl.” Bucky’s words snap you out of your thoughts. It’s more his tone, however, that makes you uneasy. He sounds icy, on edge, and a deep sense of foreboding fills you – like you’re treading on thin ice and surrounded by feral wolves all around you. A feeling that’s only half quelled by Steve’s warmth and scent.

After all, isn’t Steve one of the wolves himself?

***

“Steve, stop! Please!”

Another week passes, and life continues. Your new normal is Steve. Constantly Steve. He sleeps in your bed most nights, picks out your clothes every morning, and fucks you multiple times a day. He even checks through your phone twice daily – and it’s mildly embarrassing every time because of course you never get any new texts or calls that aren’t Steve. But he never fails to check anyways.

“Stop! Please! This is inappropriate!”

You’re currently back in the lecture hall – it’s a Friday and the last lecture of the day before the weekend. You’re practically in Steve’s lap in the back row – not by choice; he’d lifted your thigh over his own leg, and now he’s got two fingers tracing your pussy through your panties. His iron grip stops you from wriggling away from him, and your notes lie ignored in front of you.

“We’ll get expelled if the professor sees us!” You lament in terror, making sure to keep your tone hushed and trying your hardest to ignore the way you clench at the feel of his fingers down there. “P-Please stop!”

“Say: ‘daddy please’ and maybe I’ll consider it.” Steve’s sings in your ear, his tone smooth like velvet, and he doesn’t even bother whispering.

“C-Can’t call you that here!” You gasp when your panties are pushed to the side, and now his finger’s circling your clit, making you jerk forward. Whimpering, you look around; the other students within vicinity are pointedly looking forward – but you know they’re aware of what’s going on. How could they not be? Sam and Bucky seem to be the only ones genuinely uninterested, busy in their own conversation in the seats in front of you. Almost as if they’re used to Steve doing this kind of thing…

“Maybe I should lift you up and sit you down on my dick. It’s a long lecture, and having my omega’s sweet little cunt warming my cock might make the time go faster, what do you think?” Steve’s eyes sparkle devilishly.

You’re horrified at the thought, “No! That’s so wrong and inappropriate! Please don’t do that!”

“Can you blame me?” He sucks on your earlobe, his voice gravelly with lust, “You’re tempting me so much, baby. Sitting here in this cute little outfit of yours.” He slaps your bare thigh, the sound embarrassingly loud, “Who got you this outfit, huh? Tell me, baby, who bought you this slutty little outfit?”

You wish the ground would swallow you up whole; you can’t believe he’s talking like this in public. And you also can’t believe it when your pussy clenches at his degrading words. “Y-You did.”

He licks up the shell of your ear, “Try again.”

“M-My daddy bought me this outfit.”

Steve is relentless, suddenly thrusting two fingers inside of you and making you jerk forward with a gasp. Several heads turn towards the two of you before turning away in alarm – his hand under your skirt is extremely visible, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he’s doing. A few more seconds of this and you know you’ll go dumb in his arms. And you can’t… not here…

“Daddy, please. Please stop. Not here.”

“You promise to let daddy fuck you nice and hard when we get home?”

“Y-Yes, daddy. I – oh – I promise!”

He stops abruptly, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth to suck on obscenely – as if he isn’t sitting in the middle of a full lecture hall. He gives you a wink as you breathe hard, the heat practically radiating off your cheeks and neck, legs shaking from his assault. You know it’s only a matter of minutes before he grows bored and starts touching you again.

You stand up shakily, only for Steve to grab your arm, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Th-The bathroom.” You just need a moment to think, a moment to yourself. Ever since claiming you, Steve hasn’t left your side. And being so freshly mated, you yearn for his presence, you want him so badly that it hurts when he’s not there. But at the same time, you know that if you stay in this lecture hall right now, he’ll end up fulfilling his wish of fucking you here in front of everyone – whether you like it or not.

“Ask me.”

“Please may I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes, you may. Don’t take too long, omega.”

You nod, turning around and immediately letting out a soft squeak when Steve slaps your ass. Feeling your whole face burn, you scurry over to the back exit. You can hear Steve telling Sam and Bucky: “See that? I bet I could get her to ask for permission to even breathe.”

Unsteady legs carry you out of the lecture hall, a sigh of relief escaping your lips once the cool air of the empty hallway hits you. Two weeks of being mated to Steve and his sexual appetite has only grown stronger. He’s already fucked you three times today – you’d woken up to his dick inside you, hands rubbing up and down your body as he fucked you awake. Then he’d had you again in the shower. And then again when you’d gotten dressed and he’d seen you in the matching pale pink cardigan and skirt set he’d bought you.

There’s another girl in the bathroom, and you instinctively tug your skirt down – you’ve been doing that a lot as of late as Steve seems to love you in short skirts. It’s only when she looks up and meets your gaze that you recognise her. Tall, blonde, wearing a cheerleading uniform. Brown eyes slightly red and puffy like she’s been crying.

Steve’s ex.

“Oh.” She sniffs, “It’s you.”

“I – uh – I’m sorry, I was j-just–” Your mouth is suddenly dry, and terrified of looking at her, you avert your gaze. Focusing on her binder poking out of her bag on the floor, you see the swirly writing on the cover: Sharon Carter. With a sinking heart, you realise that this entire time you hadn’t even bothered to learn her name.

“You slept with my boyfriend and ruined my relationship. The least you could do is look me in the eye.” Sharon says flatly, and you feel your heart sink down ever further.

You shuffle from one foot to the other, chest tightening as you drag your eyes back up to meet hers. “I-I-I’m sor–”

“Save it. I don’t need to hear your apology. It won’t mean anything to me anyways.” The blonde looks you up and down, a bitter laugh escaping her lips before she cuts it short, “Look at you. He’s got you dressed exactly how he likes, parading you around campus like a shiny new toy. And you have no shame in being that for him, do you? You don’t give a shit about who you’ve hurt just to be his toy.”

“I’m… I… It wasn’t like that! I’m so sorry, I–”

“And you know he dumped me with a text?” Sharon continues, taking a step closer to you, “One day, he was kissing me and telling me he loved me. The next day, I get a text from him saying two words. Two words. ‘We’re done.’ And then he blocked me. Two years gone down the fucking drain. Just like that. All so he could freely fuck the little freshman he’s been bullying for months.”

Your blood runs freezing cold, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up as you digest her words. Steve had told you he broke up with Sharon in person, the morning after he mated you. But by text? Two words? You suddenly feel sick.

“And to think I used to beg him, plead with him not to bully you.” Sharon shakes her head, flipping her shiny blonde hair over her shoulder. Up close, she’s even more stunning. Like a supermodel. Her eyes narrow, “I used to feel so bad for you, for the things he said about you, all the rumours he spread. I thought you were so innocent…”

Another bitter laugh, “Well, that kind of thinking really came back to slap me in the face, didn’t it? You’re not innocent. You’re just a slut who has no problem stealing someone else’s boyfriend.”

You open your mouth, but no words come out. The tightness in your chest has increased tenfold, and now your throat’s constricting too. There’s so much you want to say; you want to apologise; you want to explain yourself. But nothing comes out, and you hate yourself for it. Hate how words fail you at the worst of times, hate the fact that the tears are threatening to spill down your cheeks.

“You have nothing to say, do you?” There’s a look of incredulity and disdain on Sharon’s face, “You probably think I’m a fucking fool. Two years with me and all I get is a breakup text. But you? You got him to mate you. But don’t think for a second that you’re special, that he won’t cheat on you like he did with me.”

You grip the marble top of the sink, suddenly feeling faint.

“If two years meant nothing to him, then neither does that mark he left on your neck.” Sharon folds her arms across her chest and shakes her head at you with pity, “Let me guess, did Steve tell you he has a plan? That he’ll protect you, that he wants to start a family with you? Because that’s exactly what he said to me too.”

Bile rising in your throat and a sour taste in your mouth, you feel overwhelmed with everything you’re hearing. Steve had said all of that to you. Now the bathroom tiles look like they’re spinning.

“I-I-I…” All you can seem to do is stutter, standing there like a fool while you shake and try to swallow back your tears. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, you silently beg yourself.

Sharon shakes her head, stepping back and picking up her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, “It’s funny. I would’ve never taken you as someone who’d go against girl code. I know we were never friends, but still – I never thought you’d sleep with another girl’s boyfriend.” She sighs, walking towards the door, “Guess I was wrong. Now I know why you don’t have any friends – you’d probably backstab each and every one of them too.”

And then she’s gone. And it feels like the bathroom is closing in on you. First, there’s the tears. Hot and heavy, making the marble tiles on the walls go blurry and swim around, dancing as if they’re mocking you. She’s right, she’s right! The accusatory voice in your head screams – you knew Steve had a girlfriend, and you’d slept with him anyways, hadn’t you? More than once…

You stare at your own reflection in the mirror in front of you; the tight clothes, low neckline, legs on display. A part of you had thought you looked nice when you put it on this morning – but it’s not you, it’s not you! It’ll never be you! You don’t even recognise the girl in the mirror, who stands there with red eyes and clenched fists – she’s a complete stranger.

You think back to what Steve had told you two weeks ago, the morning after he had mated you. Nobody else cares about you. Was this why? Was this why no one cared? Was Sharon right? Was this why you had no friends? Peter had been your friend – your boyfriend – and you’d cheated on him, allowed Steve to embarrass him, hurt him.

Suddenly, you can’t breathe. It’s like your own throat is giving up on you, closing up, constricting till you’re gasping for air. Gulping like a fish out of water, trying to get the oxygen into your lungs but all you can do is cry and cry some more. Cry because all you ever do is cry. And hurt everyone around you.

You need to get out. Out of this bathroom where your own reflection judges you, where the tiles seem to mock you, where the walls seem to be closing in on you. Escape before you’re swallowed whole – but where do you go? To Steve? Your alpha who made you the same promises he made Sharon? What did that even mean? You feel like your head’s about to explode. You don’t want to think anymore. You need to get out.

Everything’s a blur as you scurry out of the bathroom, barely registering anything around you because your vision is still blurred by your tears. Which is why you don’t notice Steve until you’ve run smack into him, your face hitting his chest hard. One look up into those blue eyes and you start sobbing even harder.

“Why are you– What happened?” He asks, hands gripping your shoulders, and you shake your head, unable to say anything as you cry. It’s getting out of hand now, you can feel yourself hyperventilating, gasping for air and trying hard to regulate your breathing – if your throat would just let you to breathe.

“Omega, tell me what happened. Did someone say something to you?” Steve looks around the deserted hallway with narrowed eyes and a tense jaw, lips pressed into a thin line, “Just tell me who it was – I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill them.”

You can only imagine what Steve might do to Sharon if you told him what she’d said – and he’s already hurt her enough. The slightest thought of it makes you start hyperventilating all over again, gulping over and over, trying to push the air into your lungs as the tears continue to flow freely down your face.

“Hey, hey, slow down, just breathe.” Steve brings his wrists up to your face, rubbing them against your cheeks and nose. The relief you feel is almost instant, his scent enveloping you in its cosy warmth, firewood and hot summer day’s soothing you all while his large hands rub your shoulders and back. You feel your breathing going back to normal, and it’s the gentlest Steve has ever been when he pulls you into an embrace, holding your head against his hard chest as you inhale more and more of him.

You hate how much comfort he brings you, how safe his scent and touch make you feel despite him being the root of every single problem and the reason behind your tears.

“Who did this to you, omega? Who made you cry?” He asks again, cupping your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him. But all you can do is whimper.

“I’m taking you home.” Steve says, and you notice he has your book bag in his hand. You say nothing, thoughts jumbled as you allow him to drag you out of the building. Just like you’ve allowed him into your body, into your mind and into your soul – with no care of who has been hurt along the way.

He takes you back to his place – and you’ve never been there before. It’s a student house; large and spacious – way too modern and big compared to what you’re used to. There’s more than one bedroom, of course he shares with others, and you have a sinking feeling about who those others are. But at least they aren’t here right now.

You’re too distraught to take in your surroundings anyways, and Steve resorts to carrying you up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s big – that’s all you can register. What takes up most of your attention is how tender Steve is being. You’ve never seen him like this. He’s been nicer to you since he mated you, sure, but never so gentle like this.

He handles you as if you’re a delicate China doll that’s one nudge away from shattering completely. And maybe in a way you are. Stripping you out of your clothes, he takes off his own sweater and pulls it over your head. And his scent is so potent, so warm, so rich – he smells like home. And the thought makes you want to cry all over again, because what does that mean?

It confuses you, how nice he’s being. Nothing seems to be adding up in your head. The Steve Sharon had described seemed heartless, vindictive and cruel – and hasn’t Steve proven to be exactly that time and time again? From bullying you to forcing himself on you and everything in between? So then why does he have to confuse you so much by being this gentle now?

Steve gathers you in his arms and tucks you into his bed, and that’s when you realise that being with him is like being on an ever-spinning carousal. The way his demeanour changes gives you whiplash. How can he go from nonchalant, cold and uncaring to then cruel and mean to then sweet and tender? You want to rip your hair out in frustration and cry because you don’t know what any of this means.

You’re bonded to him but you never know what he’s thinking. Or what he’ll do next. Sharon’s words echo in your head: don’t think he won’t cheat on you too.

“Baby, tell me what happened,” Steve asks you again, forehead pressing against yours. And he looks almost angelic in the dim orange light of his room, blonde hair perfectly styled but wayward golden strands falling down on his forehead. “If someone hurt you, then I need to know. I’ll hurt them back, make sure they don’t come near you again. Just tell me who it was.”

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. You can’t tell him. You can’t.

“I just… I… I realised I don’t have much time left till finals start, and I just… It made me panic. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry or cause such a big scene.”

It’s the first time you’ve ever lied to him, and Steve stares at you for the longest time, with the most peculiar look on his face. Blue eyes boring into yours intensely as if trying to read your mind. But he doesn’t say anything else, only pulling you further into his embrace, and you find yourself sighing at the comfort his proximity provides you, despite everything.

“Th-This is the nicest you’ve ever been to me.” You mumble quietly against his chest. You’re not sure he even hears you and you’re not even sure if you’ve said those words out loud. But in your eyes they ring true nevertheless.

And it’s there, swathed in the devil’s warmth, that you realise it: that with or without the bond, and despite everything Sharon had said… you were truly, genuinely, with all your heart, falling for Steve Rogers. Hard.

***

Life moved fast with Steve being so uncharacteristically nice. He quietly moves you into his room, spending the next few days going back to your dorm and grabbing your essentials. All your fuzzy blankets, clothes, toiletries. And of course, Steve Junior; who now resides cosily in the middle of Steve’s king-sized bed.

It’s where you are now, lying in the middle of his bed on your tummy with your textbooks strewn out in front of you and Steve Junior under your arm. Finals are looming, and with Steve being in his final year, he’s got twice as many exams as you do. Which is why he’s sat hunched over his desk, flipping through his own notes and textbooks.

It’s almost fascinating to watch – you’ve never seen him take a single note during lectures, which is why you can’t help but keep looking up at him sporadically.

“Omega. Come here.”

You immediately put your pen down and go over to him, Steve Junior still tucked under your arm. Steve swivels his chair to face you, grabbing the backs of your thighs and helping you onto his lap till you’re straddling him. Immediately, his hands meander over to your ass, squeezing it till you let out a quiet yelp.

“Wanna tell me why you keep staring at me?” Steve asks, a playful sparkle in his eye that tells you that there probably won’t be any more studying being done for the rest of the day.

You duck your head, focusing on a loose thread on Steve Junior’s bow-tie, and it’s crazy how bashful you still feel around Steve, “W-Wasn’t staring.”

He grabs your chin and tips your head up, pressing a light kiss to your lips that has you melting and wanting more, “Mm, don’t lie to your alpha, baby. It’s okay, I was staring too. You look fucking hot, lying on my bed, in my clothes, with your little stuffie in your arms.”

You’re wearing one of his old football jerseys, loving how comfy and oversized it is on you. You much prefer wearing his clothes over the tight dresses and skirts he makes you wear, and clearly Steve does too, so it’s a win-win situation.

“Thank you, daddy.” You say, chirping happily when he tickles you, pressing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply, leaving butterfly-soft kisses against your smooth skin.

See! Your omega brain screams smugly. Alpha is good to you! So good to you! He’s changed. He would never hurt you. Never, never, never! It’s what you’ve been trying to persuade yourself every day since the confrontation with his ex-girlfriend, your mind working in overdrive to stamp out everything Sharon had said – as if her words were nothing more than pesky cockroaches.

Because Steve is nice now and he’d never hurt me, you think desperately. Right?

“H-How’s your studying going?” You ask him shyly, hyper-focusing on his fingers tracing shapes against your bare legs.

He ignores your question, and you forget it as well when he continues to touch you. His hands slip up past the hem of his jersey you’re wearing, snapping the waistband of your panties hard against your skin. It’s funny, he’d insisted on buying you a whole new wardrobe, but he’d kept you wearing your white, flowery panties. “I love your cute, little girl panties.” He’d told you once.

Steve lays his palm flat against your belly, stroking it lightly and looking down at you with hooded eyes.

“You’re gonna make such a cute little mommy.”

His words make you freeze, and you smile confusedly up at him, “Steve, I’m not pregnant.”

“Yet.”

An uncomfortable giggle escapes past your lips. You know he’s most likely joking – he’s always joking about this kind of thing – but it scares you all the same. It’s that almost maniacal look in his eyes when he strokes your belly – which he’s been doing a lot lately – always talking about putting a baby inside of you. But you resolve that it’s just his dick talking… he doesn’t really mean it.

“Omega, why don’t you go downstairs and make me a sandwich?” Steve asks you, his hand still under your shirt and stroking your belly, a touch of a smirk on his lips, “It’ll give you some practice.”

“Practice for what?” You ask him as you get to your feet.

“For when you become a housewife.” Again, and he says it so nonchalantly – obviously he’s joking.

“I’m too young to be a housewife.” You laugh softly, “What kind of sandwich would you like, Steve?”

“Surprise me. And make one for yourself too.”

You turn around, wrinkling your nose at the thought of eating a sandwich right now. There’s a stomach bug going around campus, and you seem to have caught it. You’d woken up feeling queasy for the past two days, but it’s not that big of a deal. You haven’t even told Steve, since you know he’s swamped with exams at the moment.

It’s only when you enter the spacious, shared kitchen that you realise you’ve still got Steve Junior under your arm. You prop him up on top of the microwave, his coal black eyes staring at you as they always do. “You can watch me.” You tell the stuffed animal as you busy yourself with grabbing some bread, cheese, lettuce and meat.

“Well look at you, busy in the kitchen. A picture-perfect omega if I ever saw one.”      

The sound of Bucky’s voice makes your blood run cold. One big downside to living with Steve now means that you also have to live under the same roof as Sam and Bucky. They’ve toned down their mean remarks, but often you can still sense them snickering at you, and Sam can’t help but make a rude comment here or there – usually when Steve isn’t around.

As for Bucky… he just seems to stare. A lot.

You begin to assemble the sandwich, determined to ignore him. But all that does is make the alpha step closer to you.

“You know I called dibs on you first?” Bucky says suddenly, and you exhale sharply; almost dropping the slice of cheese in your hand. The brunet smirks, standing so close behind you, you can hear him breathe, “Yeah, that first day we saw you back in September. Sitting in the front row, all eager to learn and shit.”

“You were so fucking hot; I remember I was gonna get your number after the lecture.” He continues, “Then Steve said he’d seen you getting railed by one of the professors in the back office, and we believed him.” He chuckles, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Now I know he was lying. I don’t blame him, though. I would’ve done the same thing if it meant I got you all to myself.”

You clear your throat, refusing to look at him, “G-Go away. If Steve heard what you’re saying, he’d be mad.” You try to sound strong, firm and assertive but it comes out squeaky. You’re scared.

Bucky laughs, “Would you look at that, the little omega is trying to kick me out of my own kitchen. You’re getting too big for your boots, you know? Just because Steve’s marked you up doesn’t mean you can talk back to the rest of us.”

You swallow harshly, taking a step back and away from him, but all he does is laugh and step closer to you.

“I wouldn’t get too confident if I were you, sweetheart. Sure, Stevie’s all heart eyes for you right now. He even made us delete those nudes of you that he sent on our groupchat – but that kind of thing doesn’t last forever, you know.” He pauses, brazenly staring down your body, light blue eyes greedily drinking in your bare legs. You feel trapped and exposed, wishing to God you’d pulled on a pair of leggings before coming down here.

“S-Steve’s upstairs,” you warn him when he steps even closer to you, his tongue peaking out to lick over his lips, “Steve’s upstairs and-and he’ll hear you and he’s gonna… he’s gonna–”

“He’s gonna! He’s gonna!” Bucky mimics you cruelly, “What’s he gonna do, huh? Me and Steve have shared omegas like you before. We could do it again, what do you say, sweetheart?” His fingers graze your ass lightly.

“Just leave me alone!” You raise your voice slightly, hoping somehow Steve can hear you from all the way upstairs, or maybe sense through the bond that something is wrong. You’re contemplating just forgetting about the sandwich altogether and bolting upstairs when Bucky’s eyes begin to wander.

“Oh and who’s this?” Bucky walks over to the microwave, and you feel a sense of anger course through you when he grabs Steve Junior. You know it’s stupid, but Steve got you that bear, and you don’t want Bucky touching it and getting his scent all over it.

“L-Leave him alone!”

“Oh, it’s a him, is it?” Bucky says gleefully, “God, you’re even more of a baby than I realised. No wonder Steve’s so obsessed with you; he’s always been into that innocent girl shit.”

“Leave. Him. Alone.” You repeat, this time through gritted teeth. But the brunet only laughs in your face, hoisting Steve Junior above your head when you lunge for him, dangling him just out of your reach. And every time you jump to grab him, he hoists him up higher, and you can’t help but feel the tears start to well in your eyes at the feeling of helplessness.

You need Steve.

“Your little toy looks a bit pale to me, maybe he’d appreciate it if we helped him get a little tan.” There’s malice dripping from each word that leaves his mouth, and to your horror, Bucky opens the microwave door, slowly pushing Steve Junior inside.

“No! You’ll burn him! Please!” You scurry over to where he’s standing, trying to pull your poor stuffie out of the microwave but Bucky’s too quick for you, grabbing onto Steve Junior and yanking him back out. You barely have a chance to sigh with relief, however.

“You’re right. Why microwave him and have the fire alarm go off, when I could just do this?”

It happens in slow motion yet at the same time so lightning quick that you barely have time to register it. Bucky’s hands twist around Steve Junior’s neck, and you see a glint of the stuffie’s coal black eyes before there’s an explosion of cotton and fur.

Bucky grips Steve Junior’s deflated head in one hand, and the stuffie’s poor, mangled body lies in his other hand. You snatch the remnants of your toy from him as he laughs, sinking down to the floor to gather up all the cotton stuffing that has spilled out.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” You cry, absolutely crestfallen as the tears begin to trail freely down your cheeks. And all he does is continue to laugh cruelly as you desperately try and gather up all the cotton.

“What the fuck is going on down here?” You hear someone thudding down the stairs before Steve appears in the doorway of the kitchen. One look at you on the floor with the remnants of Steve Junior scattered around you and it’s clear as day what’s happened.

Steve frowns at Bucky, “Why the fuck would you do that?”

Bucky seems wholly unperturbed, “Thought it would be funny.” And clearly, he seems to find it very funny, because he’s still smiling as if he’s pulled off the practical joke of the century.

“Get off the floor,” Steve orders you, and you wince at the starkness of his tone.

You sniffle, “H-He tore– He tore up–”

“It’s no big deal, I’ll get you another toy.”

You feel a pang in your heart at how passive he’s being, relegating poor Steve Junior to just a toy. And maybe you’re being babyish – you know this shouldn’t be that big of a deal. But you’re sick of it – sick of the bullying and lack of human decency coming at you from just about every angle.

Slowly, you stand up, “You’re not gonna say anything to him?”

Bucky snorts, “Don’t be such a fuckin’ baby.”

You ignore him, looking straight at Steve. He stares back at you, piercing blue eyes unblinking and expression blank and unreadable. For the life of you, you can’t understand why he’s not saying anything more to Bucky.

“I can’t believe you.” You say quietly.

“What was that?” Steve says sharply, the warning and edge in his tone very apparent but for once you don’t care.

“I SAID, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

It’s the first time you’ve ever raised your voice at him, and you don’t stick around for Steve’s reaction. A strangled sob escapes your throat before you bolt out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“You see that? See how out of line she’s getting?” You hear Bucky tell Steve, “That’s what happens when you go soft on ‘em, when you don’t keep ‘em in check. She’s forgetting her place.”

You barely have five seconds to yourself in Steve’s room before the alpha comes barging in behind you, grabbing you by the neck and pushing you against the wall.

“What the fuck was that down there?” Steve spits out, “Don’t you fucking raise your voice at me like that ever again.”

“I don’t understand you!” You cry, wriggling against his grasp around your neck. He’s not squeezing your throat, merely just holding you in place. “I don’t understand how you can… How you can be so nice sometimes, and stand up for me and be all sweet. And then other times you just act like you don’t care at all!”

“It’s just a fucking toy.” Steve seethes, “No one asked you to be such a baby about it. It’s not my fault you’re emotionally attached to a fucking stuffed animal just because you don’t have any real friends.”

Each word feels like a punch to the gut. Like a kick to the face, or a stab to the back. Not Steve… Hadn’t he been so nice to you these past few weeks? Hadn’t you thought he’d changed? No, not Steve. How could he? Your next words jump out of your mouth before you can stop them:

“Fuck. You.”

Pin drop silence. Except for the sound of your heart about to thud out of your chest. You can’t believe you’ve just said that to him. You’ve never spoken like this to him ever before. But it’s like his cruel words have broken something inside of you.

“I think I misheard you. Repeat that for me, omega?” Steve’s tone is stone cold and his stare icy.

“Fuck you, Steve.”

You wait for the blow. The inevitable explosion. The pain. The punishment.

Instead, Steve backs away, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“You remember that, omega.” His voice is cold, clinical and devoid of any emotion. “Remember what you’ve just said to me.”

And then he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him. And you’re sick of always crying but you can’t help it, sinking to the floor and letting the tears run… Heart beating in a mix of fear and adrenaline. You don’t know how long you sit there but eventually you hear voices downstairs: Steve, Sam and Bucky. And then the sound of the front door closing and locking. Then silence. They’ve left the house.

You can’t help but shudder in relief.

***

It’s past midnight when you hear the three of them come back. Their footsteps loud and uncaring, you hear them rattling around downstairs, talking and laughing and popping beer cans. Scrunching your eyes shut, you pull the duvet over your head. You have no idea if Steve will still be mad over the fight earlier, but you don’t want to take any chances.

Not two minutes later, the bedroom door opens. You try to regulate your breathing, hoping to God he’ll think you’re asleep.

Instead, the duvet is unceremoniously yanked off your body. You shiver, feeling Steve’s gaze penetrate straight through you.

“Hiding from me, omega?” Steve sings, and there’s something off about his tone. You can feel the malice, but you were expecting him to be a lot angrier. Why does he seem so… eerily calm?

“L-Leave me alone, Steve.”

“Still got that attitude, I see.” Steve tsks, his hand gliding up and down your bare leg, stroking your calf before grabbing your foot. “My omega, lying in my bed, wearing my shirt – and you still have the gall to disrespect me.”

You open your eyes to stare at him. The room is dark, save for the orange light of the hallway pouring in through the open door. His blue eyes look dark and icy, almost as if he’s planning something – and it scares you.

“Still wanna be mad at me, huh?” He muses when you don’t respond, stroking your foot in a way that shouldn’t feel as sensual as it does. He tilts his head, pressing a feather-soft kiss to the in-step of your heel – and you feel a shiver run down your spine. “Do you know where I’ve been tonight, omega?”                                    

“N-No.” You swallow, watching in the dim light as he presses your foot to his face, nuzzling it and kissing each toe.

“I was at a party.”

Okay. You’d figured as much. His scent is peppered with hints of beer and weed. And something else which you can’t quite put your finger on. But why is he telling you this?

“There were a lot of girls at that party.” He says casually, tearing his interest away from your feet to look at your face closely instead.

You feel your blood freeze.

“Wh-What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that there were a lot of girls there. There was one girl who seemed particularly interested in me.”

Quick as a wink, you jerk upwards, scrambling closer to him. It’s like something feral takes over you for a second, your face barging into his chest as you practically crawl into him, sniffing desperately all over his sweater.

It’s there. That unfamiliar scent. Another omega.

“Y-You – You –” Suddenly lightheaded and feeling like someone’s just doused you with a bucket of ice-cold water, you look up at him incredulously. No. No, no, no, no.

In a flash, Steve’s on top of you, caging you in his arms as if he’s anticipated your desire to just flee. Run far, far away from him and pretend to have never heard what he’s just said, what he’s about to say.

“Mm, she was forward. Nothing like you. Came and sat on my lap, told me exactly what she wanted.” Steve’s breath is hot on your ear, his hold on you as unforgiving as his words, which pour out of his mouth so nonchalantly while each one of them feels like a stab to your heart. He licks the shell of your ear lewdly before his lips drag downwards, pressing against yours, “And she kissed me, just like I’m kissing you now.”

“N-No, no, you didn’t –” You moan softly. It feels like you’re drowning, like you can’t breathe. You hate feeling so much. You hate him. But he’s also your alpha, your everything. How could he? How could he?? How could he?!

“I did.” Steve sing-songs cruelly, kissing the side of your mouth, catching the rivulets of your salty tears that have already begun to fall.

“How could you?” You feel like all the air has been beaten out of your lungs. Confusion, dejection, betrayal, resentment, sadness – it’s all bubbling up inside of you. Your alpha. The very man who’d marked you, mated you, said he cared about you, promised to protect you and keep you safe.

It seems that every time your heart mends itself, he breaks it once more.

“She kissed me. And touched me –” He grabs your hand, pressing it on his chest, “– touched me all over, just like this.” Every word is a punch to your gut, you shake your head over and over, willing him to stop, and yet he continues; “Grinded on me, I could smell how wet she was.”

“Please… Please stop!” You beg him, not wanting to hear another word. It feels like you’re going to throw up, and Steve’s complete lack of remorse makes it hurt all the worse. Can’t he feel how much he’s hurting you? Can’t he feel it through your bond? You hate how much this is affecting you, you hate how much he means to you because of this fucking bond – which you didn’t even want to begin with.

Didn’t it mean anything to him? These past few weeks after he’d marked you, how he’d spent almost every waking moment with you? All the things he’d said, all the promises he’d made? It’s almost laughable – you’ve only been with Steve for about three weeks. But how could he not care at all?

And how could you care so much?

“We’re mated, but I’m not the one with the mark on my neck.” Steve laughs cruelly, fingers grazing over your healed mark which throbs with all the hurt you feel. You think back to everything Sharon had said to you, everything you’d tried to block out until this very moment when it comes back to slap you in the face. You think he won’t cheat on you too?

“Maybe if I’d had my sweet, submissive omega to come home to, I would’ve shoved that other girl off me.” He sighs, gently tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “But no, you were insolent, bratty. You swore at me. You were not a good omega at all. Not treating your alpha right at all.”

Feelings of betrayal and hatred are overtaken by guilt and shame. Was it truly your fault? Had you driven him away into the arms of another omega? Should you have held your tongue and never stood up to him the way you had?

He backs off your body, up on his knees as he gazes down at you with an unreadable look on his face.

“It’s your fault.” Steve breathes. “Baby, this is all on you. You could’ve been a good girl for me, after everything I’ve done for you. After I did you a favour by mating with you, saving you from a life of loneliness. All I asked in return was for you not to disrespect me. But you couldn’t even do that.”

You shake your head, throat constricting and choking with tears, “I – I didn’t mean to–”

It’s your fault. Your fault. Your fault. You disappointed your alpha. You pushed him away. You did this. Your fault. Your fault. Now alpha will leave you.

“You did this.” He repeats, “You could’ve been good, you could–”

“I’m sorry!” You cry out suddenly, launching yourself at him with such vigour that it almost knocks both of you over. Arms circling around his neck, face burrowing in his chest, you hold him as tightly as you can.

“I’m so sorry, Steve! Please don’t leave me! Please! Got no one else! D-Didn’t mean to disrespect you! S-Swear I won’t do it again! Please, Steve, I love y–  I won’t do it again!” On and on you sob into him, your chest hurting from how much you’ve disappointed him, how one misstep on your part drove him straight into the arms of another omega, how it’s all your fault.

Steve gently cups your face with his hands, making you look at him, “How do I know for sure you won’t do it again? How do I know you’re truly sorry, omega?”

“I-I’ll do anything, Steve.”

“Anything, huh?”

The glint in his eye makes your blood run colder than it already is. You don’t understand your own emotions, he’s scaring you and he’s hurt you beyond belief. So then why, why, why do you lie there in frozen silence while he smoothly rummages through his bedside drawer? He pulls something out – an object – before returning to hover over you.

“You know what this is, omega?” The dildo in his hand is big. Not as big as Steve’s dick but still intimidatingly big judging by your sharp intake of breath. You don’t know how to answer him, biting your lip instinctively as you cower away from it.

Steve smirks, tracing the tip of the silicone dick over your lips, “Of course you don’t know, you’re just a dumb baby after all.” He dips it down halfway past your parted lips, holding it on your tongue and allowing your saliva to gather on it, “This is a special kind of toy, baby. And since your little teddy bear is currently incapacitated, I think maybe you could get yourself better acquainted with this toy instead.”

Without warning, he shoves the dildo further into your mouth, the sounds of your strangled choking filling up the room. But that only seems to incense Steve further, and he holds it in your mouth for a cruel amount of time, shrewdly watching the tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes.

“That’s right, sweet baby. Suck on it, show daddy how much you love your new toy, how much you’re gonna enjoy playtime now that you’ve got this to play with.” Steve’s tone is sickeningly sweet, and he’s doing that thing again – where he talks to you like you’re a baby. It’s a sign that whatever happens next will be extremely depraved and for his benefit.

But you’re ready. The fear and doubt bubbling within you is overshadowed by the need to please him, to chase away the images of him kissing another omega. Like Sharon’s warnings, stamped away like a cockroach.

The dildo, now coated in your saliva, is removed from your mouth and you gasp for breath like a fish out of water, with Steve laughing cruelly over you.

“I thought you said you’d do anything for me. How can I believe that when you’re choking on half a dildo?” It’s crazy how he can switch from faux sweetness to crass cruelty within seconds, but what’s crazier is how the disapproval in his tone hits you like a ton of bricks, the omega inside your head screaming: Your fault! You can’t even keep your alpha happy! Now he’s gonna leave you…

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll be– I’ll be better.” You try to regulate your breathing, try to focus on him and do whatever he wants you to do.

“You better be. Now strip.” He moves back, allowing you room to pull his shirt over your head, and your panties follow straight after. He snatches them from you, sniffing them sharply before sucking on them, practically inhaling them with how lewdly he does it. And it just makes your pussy clench, seeing him do that. Maybe he still likes me…

Steely blue eyes graze over your naked body as he climbs back on top of you. “Now, I want you to be the good little girl you used to be before your slip up today. I want you to be good, and play with your new toy which daddy got for you.”

He takes your hand and places the dildo on your palm, wrapping your fingers around it. You gulp – it’s strange territory for you. You’re not well-versed with toys, always sticking to your stuffies or your fingers during your heats.

“I want you to fuck yourself with it.”

It’s in your DNA to listen to him, to please him. You realise that he doesn’t even have to use an alpha command on you because he knows you’ll listen to him anyways. Listen. Obey. Be the perfect omega for him. Or else he’d leave you…

“Uh uh. Not there.” Steve’s words make you freeze, the dildo now inches away from your folds. Your alpha smirks, taking a single finger and swiping through your wetness, gathering up your slick and smearing it on the dildo, mixing it with your saliva, making it all slippery.

“Your other hole, baby. Or are you too stupid to know where that is?”

A chill passes through you, and you suddenly feel faint. No. Not there. He couldn’t possibly expect you to–

“N-No, Steve. Please, not there. I’ve never– it won’t– I can’t!” Your heart feels like it might beat straight out of your ribcage – you’ve never had so much as a pinkie finger up your other hole. How could he expect you to fit the whole dildo in?

The cold smile never leaves Steve’s face.

“Okay. Suit yourself. I can just go back to that party and find that other omega. I’m sure she’d listen to me and do whatever I wanted–”

“NO!” You shriek, gripping onto his arm in fear that he’ll get up and walk straight out. “N-No, please, Steve. I’ll try, okay! I’ll try, I promise!”

“You better. And that’s not what you call me.”

“Sorry, daddy. I’ll try!”

You hope he senses your dedication when you press your lips together and brace yourself. Steve grabs a pillow and lifts up your hips, placing it underneath your ass and spreading your legs, sitting between them.

“Look at your little baby pussy, she’s weeping all over my bed. I bet she’s jealous she’s not getting any attention tonight, huh?” Condescending as ever, Steve’s hands ignore your throbbing pussy, instead squeezing and groping the flesh of your ass cheeks and spreading them apart to expose your quivering puckered hole to his predatory gaze.

“What are you waiting for, omega? I want you to fuck yourself up the ass using your new toy. Do I need to say it one more time for you to get it through your dumb baby brain?”

You shake your head, swallowing harshly. Slowly bringing the dildo up to your smaller hole, you bite your lip when you feel the silicon tip prod against your rim. It feels cold and foreign, slippery with the combination of spit and saliva. You push it in, gasping out loud at the intrusion and the tightness.

Steve looks beside himself with excitement. You don’t even notice when he pulls his dick out, pumping it slowly with his eyes locked on the scene in front of him. “How does it feel?” He asks, voice suddenly so much deeper and gruffer.

“St-Strange, daddy. Feels strange.” You’ve barely got the tip in, but it feels so intrusive. Never in a million years could you have pictured yourself doing something like this with the man who’s hurt you more than anyone else watching your every move with hooded, lust-blown eyes.

“Strange huh? Well, I think you need to push it in more, baby.” He’s got one hand slowly pumping his dick, his other hand squeezing and spreading your ass cheek so he can have the best view of what you’re doing.

You whimper, “D-Daddy, please. It’ll hurt.”

“That’s why I want you to do it, baby.” Steve says it gently, like he’s explaining to a toddler why they’re in a time-out, “I want you to feel every bit of the pain. As a warning for what’ll happen the next time you even think about cussing me out or disrespecting me in front of my friends. It’s your fault you’re in this predicament, baby. All your fault.”

There’s a tiny part of you that feels like he’s manipulating you, that everything he’s saying is wrong, wrong, wrong! That your feelings and actions are valid, that he’s the one trapping you in his web of lies and deceit. But that rational part of your mind seems to be diminishing the more you look into his eyes, the more you smell his scent. The omega part of your brain seems to drown out anything else, responding to the alpha inside of him, listening and believing everything he says because it’s your fault and alpha is always right.

Another whiff of Steve’s scent gives you the strength to push the dildo further, biting your lip at the burn. You try to hold it in, to be strong, but when the waves of pain register, you can’t help but cry out in pain, sniffling as the tears well in your eyes for what seems like the hundredth time today.

“Crying already, omega?” Steve taunts, leaning down to run his tongue up your cheek, lewdly licking the salty tears from your face. “You know it makes me so fucking hard when you cry? It always has. It’s a good thing you’re such a fucking baby, huh? A little cry-baby who can’t help but bawl when the dildo’s not even halfway inside you.”

Maybe if you scrunch your eyes tightly enough, it’ll take away the pain. Not just the physical pain but also the pain of Steve’s cruel words. Maybe closing your eyes will transport you back, back to when he was being sweet, back to when you thought he’d changed. When he kissed you for the first time, when he gifted you Steve Junior, when he took you home and comforted you after the confrontation with Sharon. When he told you he cared about you, that he’d always protect you…

“Open your fucking eyes, you little whore.”

You’re met with the flash of his phone camera, the lens pointed straight at you.

“Take a look at my omega,” Steve says, waving the phone over your face whilst his other hand continues to work on his hard dick, “Look how fucking slutty she looks, crying like a baby because she stepped out of line and now, she’s gotta deal with the consequences. Say hi, baby! Say hi to the camera!”

Why is he talking to the camera as if he’s going to show it to other people later? You don’t even have the time or capacity to worry about that, or protest like you always do when he gets his dreaded phone out during sex.

“Say hi to the fucking camera, omega.”

“H-Hi.” Your voice comes out broken, scared, quiet. And Steve laughs, filming down your body, down to the dildo still lodged partly up your ass with your fingers wrapped around it.

“She’s acting shy, which is funny since she’s an anal slut,” Steve lies seamlessly as the camera films you, “She was begging me to fuck her ass. I told her to fuck it herself, and the needy little whore is crying now because she wants my dick up there. Don’t you baby? You want daddy to fuck you up the ass as punishment?”

You shake your head vigorously. A dildo is one thing – at least you can control the pace. But Steve gets feral when he fucks you, he loses himself – and he so much bigger than the toy that’s currently inside you. He’d completely tear your ass apart.

Steve tosses his phone aside and grabs the dildo instead, an almost maniacal glint in his eye as he looks at you, “You’re being too fucking slow, baby. How do you think your little virgin ass is gonna take my dick when you can’t even get this fucking toy in there?”

“N-No, daddy, please! N-Not your d-dick, no–”

You cut off your own words with an ear-piercing scream which seems to reverberate off the walls, Steve having driven the dildo further inside your tiny puckered hole, stuffing it up till the hilt with a maniacal look on his face void of any regret.

“Daddy had to take charge, baby girl.” Steve shrugs as you wail in pain, “You were being too slow.”

And then he begins to fuck you with it, driving it in and out, each thrust more violating than the last. You grip onto his arm, nails digging into his pale skin and leaving dots of scarlet but he doesn’t seem to mind. All his blue gaze is focused on is the way your tiny hole stretches around the toy and the way you scream for him.

“Oh fuck, baby, you look so hot like this, I need to fucking taste you.” Steve grunts, and then with a guttural groan, he pulls the dildo out of you, throwing it aside as you gasp at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He barely gives you time to think before he spits down, his saliva landing on your puckered hole and dripping down on the pillow below you.

Almost as if he’s starved, he dips his head down between your legs. You fist the sheets underneath you when you feel the flat wetness of his tongue pressing against your asshole, his hands gripping your ass cheeks so hard, prying them apart as he buries his face in between in a manner that’s so carnal that your pussy can’t help but throb.

“Oh, oh, oh my God!” You can’t help but moan, the sensation of having his tongue there is so foreign, so different.

“I might as well be your God.” Steve looks up for a split second, holding eye contact with you as he utters the words in pure nonchalance before dipping his face back down. He bites and licks against your puckered hole as if he hasn’t had a meal in days, as if he’s forgotten he’s meant to be punishing you. And you can’t help but grab on to his blond hair, rutting your hips into him because it feels so good.

He's practically making out with your asshole, lewd squelching sounds coming from his tongue piercing and licking against you. “Daddy, oh, oh, daddy, don’t stop!” You moan with reckless abandon, and he doesn’t stop. Instead, you feel him stuff two of his thick fingers up your tiny hole, and it’s such a deliciously tight fit, and it’s so taboo, and it’s such an alien feeling but you find yourself rutting against him anyways.

Steve lifts his head, fingers still pumping in and out of you as he gazes at you with almost navy eyes, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He asks, a devilish smirk on his face, “Innocent little baby loves when her daddy eats her virgin ass, huh?”

“Y-Yeah – nngh – please!” He’s the only one who can get you to this point – where one second you’re crying and the next second you’re delirious and begging him to continue with his depravity because it turns you on so much, and why is it turning you on so much?? There’s a feral part of you that wants to shove his head back down, make him continue what he was doing with his tongue – but you know there’d be hell to pay if you even tried it.

“I’m supposed to be punishing you, baby.” Steve looks almost incredulously at your reaction: your eyes scrunching shut, body thrashing against his fingers which continue to scissor into your puckered hole, stretching it out and making you feel things you’ve never felt before. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this.”

He lands a harsh slap on your neglected pussy, and the squelching sound is so embarrassingly loud that it echoes across the entire room. It’s only then that you realise how wet you are, with the entire pillow underneath you practically drenched in your juices. Even Steve seems enamoured, and it’s like he can’t help but spank your pussy again, and again, and then once more. And now you’re seeing stars, him slapping your slick folds combined with his thick fingers pumping in and out of your asshole – the mix of sensations bringing you closer and closer.

Steve spits down on his hand and smacks your clit hard, and that’s all it takes. Your fists tighten around his hair, instinctively pushing his face down, your sweaty limbs thrashing and breathless moans of “oh daddy, daddy, daddy!” escaping your lips as your orgasm hits you hard. The pleasure is so powerful, so different, and you open your eyes in time to see your cream squirt out of you, completely coating his face in your juices as waves of bliss reverberate through your body.

The horror and embarrassment that follows straight after makes you want to duck your face and hide. What… what had just happened? Had you… peed on him? Surely not… But never before have you orgasmed and had it all… squirt like that. You swallow, “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was… I… daddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“You’re so innocent, baby girl. You have no idea how hard it gets me.” Steve murmurs, finger swiping up your cum from his cheek; and he sucks on it lewdly, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. And you feel newfound thrill ripple through you as you watch him, and he licks his lips. “You taste so sweet, baby. Who knew getting your little ass fingered is what would get you to squirt?”

You gulp when he climbs over you, now hovering above you till his face is level with yours, arms on either side of you, caging you underneath him. The tip of his dick drags against your folds, and you audibly shudder. You’re so ready to have him inside of you, you’re always so ready for him but right now seems different. You need to feel him inside you, need that reassurance that he won’t leave you for that other omega at the party, or anyone else.

“Alpha, please.” You mewl, reaching down to grab his dick, jutting your hips upwards to get him to enter you faster. You need him, you want him, you’ll never need or want anyone else how you do him – that much you’re sure about. “Alpha, daddy, please. N-Need you so bad.”

“Not so fast, baby girl.” Steve easily swats your hand away, still rubbing his dick all over your folds, getting his rock-hard length all wet and creamy yet not penetrating. He even nudges your clit a few times, making you gasp and pull him closer, thrusting up against him desperately. He laughs, “You’re forgetting that I’m still mad at you, omega. That you still have to prove that you’re sorry. I don’t think your baby pussy deserves a fucking tonight no matter how hard she cries.”

He grabs both your legs, lifting them up and hooking them over his shoulders. Now you’re trussed up and completely exposed and open underneath him. Naked, while he’s fully dressed except for his cock which he’d pulled out of his jeans earlier. Somehow, the juxtaposition turns you on even more. But your breath hitches and stomach drops when you feel his dick, now wet with your juices, nudge against your puckered hole.

“I’m gonna fuck you here, omega. I’ll be the first and only one to do it,” Steve’s chest puffs up in pride at that, the tip of his dick circling around your hole, “And maybe while you’re being anally fucked like the little slut you are, you’ll try and remember who your fucking daddy is and how you’ll never disrespect me again.”

You shiver at his words before a wave of fear overtakes you, and you find yourself gripping onto his bicep. “D-Daddy, wait! Please! I-I’m scared!”

“Aww, my little baby’s scared huh?” Steve’s tip enters you, and he’s so big and girthy that he has to coax it into your puckered hole slowly using his hand, “You’re just a little baby, aren’t you? You need your daddy to hold your hand and tell you everything’s gonna be fine? But I’m not gonna do that, because you deserve the pain you’re about to be in. So be scared, omega. I don’t give a fuck.”

What follows next is the most excruciating, violating pain you’ve ever felt. Steve’s dick, so big and angry like a steel rod, just ramming into your tiny hole. “Oh, fuck, fuck, it hurts! It hurts so bad!” You cry, but of course it falls on deaf ears.

You can see Steve on top of you, jaw tensed and teeth gritted, and the pain is amplified because it’s not like he can just piston his dick inside you in one quick thrust. No, he’s so big, so thick, as he slowly pushes inside of you, and you can’t help but bite at his shoulder in pain.

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” Steve grunts, pressing his forehead against yours, “Such a tiny little ass, can’t wait for daddy to rip you in half, huh?” He gives your ass a hard slap, “Look how stuffed full your little baby ass is, and daddy’s not even halfway inside of you yet. Look.”

You whimper when he grabs your chin, forcing you to look down at where you both meet, a quarter of his dick inside your puckered hole, stretching it out so lewdly that you’re amazed. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, trying to force more of himself inside of you. You watch as he spits, his saliva landing on his dick and dripping down to your hole as he tries to stuff his dick further into you.

“T-Too small, daddy!” You cry softly, hoping he’ll listen, “It’s too small, my hole’s too small! W-Won’t fit!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Steve’s eyes are stormy and dark as he looks down at you, before a wicked look shadows his face, “I’m sure the omega back at the party would let me fuck her ass without any complaints. Maybe I should’ve mated with her inste–”

“NO!” You surprise even yourself with how loud you yell out, “NO, NO, NO!”

You’re suddenly flipped over – now Steve’s below you, his back against the bed rest while you’re on his lap, his large hands gripping onto your hips tightly. “Show me, then.” Steve says softly, “Show me how sorry you are. Show me you deserve to be my omega. Bounce on daddy’s dick, baby.”

It’s not even an alpha command but it doesn’t have to be. He knows you’ll listen to him, and almost like you’re in a trance, you begin to move. Up and down, and from this angle, his dick goes up even deeper.

“L-Like this, daddy?” You ask him, hoping for an ounce or even a crumb of praise despite the fact that it still feels like he’s ripping you in half.

“Mm, you’re the tightest ass I’ve ever fucked,” Steve ignores your question, instead reaching up to squeeze your breast, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger till you cry out, “You’re just a tight little hole for daddy to use, aren’t you? Tell me that’s what you are!”

“I’m a… I’m a tight little hole for my daddy to use!” You recite, and your hips are hurting now – you don’t have the same stamina he does, and he’s not helping you at all, his hands simply resting on your hips as you bounce up and down on his dick.

You try to distract yourself from the pain, your eyes focusing on his lips instead. His plump, pink lips. The same lips that had kissed someone else less than an hour ago… Now, your mind is bombarded with images of Steve and this mystery omega, how she sat on his lap, how she initiated the kiss – everything he told you against your will, everything you didn’t want to hear but now it’s ingrained in your head.

You feel a sudden surge of jealousy, and panic, and feral territorialism. You lift up, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck and pulling him close, clamouring to press your lips against his, feel those fireworks you feel every time he kisses you–

“Oh, you wanna kiss me, baby?” Steve is cruel as he turns his head, and your lips land on his cheek instead, “I don’t think bad omegas like you deserve any kisses.”

“P-Please! Please!” You beg, “Alpha, please!”

You try again, trying to cup his face and kiss him, a part of you desperately wanting to show him that you can take initiative too, that you’re his omega, not that other girl from the party. But Steve jerks out of your grip, laughing in your face when you pout and cry and nip at his jaw, his cheek, his neck, just aching to get to his lips but it’s so easy for him to deny you.

“Poor fucking baby, now you wanna kiss your daddy, huh? With the same mouth you used to cuss me out with? The same mouth you used to disrespect me and raise your voice at me? Huh, baby?” Steve slaps you not-so-lightly on your cheek, laughing as your face whips to the side pathetically, and now the tears are back in full force.

Steve pushes you down on the bed, climbing on top of you once more before shoving his dick into your poor, abused asshole once more. And if he was holding back before, he certainly doesn’t anymore. Now, you’re screaming in earnest, feeling like you’re being ripped apart as he hikes one of your legs up over his shoulder.

“You’ll never fucking disrespect me again, you got that?” He warns you through gritted teeth, and it feels like fire down there, the friction caused by his fat cock massaging the inner walls of your puckered hole, feeling so alien and violating yet you can’t help but moan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck, sniffing in deeply and licking over your mark, teeth grazing over it dangerously.

“W-Won’t! Won’t disrespect you!” You cry out in agreement; you’ll agree to whatever he says. You’ll take whatever cruelty he administers towards you if it means he forgives you and won’t go back to that other omega. And you take it, even when his fingers wrap around your delicate throat and squeeze hard, harder than he ever has before.

“I own you, baby. Your whole fucking world revolves around me.” He’s fucking into you so hard now, his hips are a blur. You can feel yourself going dumb, head lolling to the side, vision going fuzzy, only the lewd slap of his hips and the piercing cruelty of his voice register within you. “If you ever disobey me again, there’ll be hell to fucking pay. And you’ll be left with nothing. And no one. You got that; you dumb fucking baby?”

You nod, whimpering out your agreements as you look up into his face, trying to find a hint of care. In a last-ditch effort, you grab his hand – the one that’s not around your throat – squeezing it tightly, searching, scratching, clawing for any semblance of intimacy. And Steve looks down at you, a peculiar expression on his face. He tries to snatch his hand away but you don’t let up, holding on to it tightly, twining your fingers with his and bringing his hand up to your lips, pressing desperate kisses onto his knuckles.

“I’m your omega.” You whisper, and you sound so broken, “P-Please don’t leave me, Steve. I’m yours. I’m your omega, not her. Not anyone else. Please.”

Steve releases inside you with a guttural groan, ropes of his hot cum filling up your ass till the hilt. And there’s so much of it, you can feel it leaking out of you, dripping down your ass cheeks and onto the mattress below. And Steve’s breathing hard, forehead pressed against yours, his hand still in yours as you hold it in a death grip. And finally, finally, you feel it when he squeezes back.

And then there’s silence. Complete and utter silence except for the sound of the two of you breathing. The air is thick and heavy with the smell of sex, and also his intoxicating scent. You can also feel the thrumming of his heart in time with yours, chest to chest as he lies on top of you, and you’re still holding on to his hand as tightly as possible. You stay like that for many minutes, and then:

“I didn’t sleep with her.” Steve says, his voice oddly thick and expression impenetrable.

You inhale sharply, “Y-You didn’t?”

“No. She wasn’t you.”

He falls asleep like that – on top of you with his face buried in your neck. And you don’t know what to think except that it feels nice. He’s still holding your hand and it feels nice to be held. And his scent is everywhere, making you drowsier, pulling you into the relief of sleep as well. Relief because you no longer have to think whether it’s your prince charming holding you in his arms while he sleeps, or the devil himself.

Sleep finds you easily.

***

A vicious wave of nausea wakes you up what seems like only a few short hours later. One look out the window tells you it’s barely dawn. Steve is still asleep, snoring softly as you run to the bathroom. Retching and heaving, you barely make it to the toilet before it all comes out. Hunched over the toilet bowl, you hope you’re not being too loud as you throw up. It’s still so early, and you don’t want to wake up Steve…

Wait. Early. You sit up slowly once you finally feel the sickness subside. This is the third day in a row that you’ve woken up with morning sickness. But there’s a bug going around campus, a lot of people have it, you reason with yourself.

But what if…

No. No way. It couldn’t be. Not now.

But. What. If…?

You’re almost in a trance as you walk out to your bedroom, throwing on Steve’s t shirt and a pair of leggings. There’s a 24-hour campus pharmacy not five minutes away from Steve’s place. You glance back at your alpha, he still seems dead asleep, the comforter thrown over his head. You hope he doesn’t sense you missing – you’re not allowed to leave the house alone without asking his permission first.

But you can’t tell him this. There most probably isn’t anything to tell anyways.

The trip to the pharmacy is quick. No one bats an eye when you pick up three different brands of tests – each with different wait times. If you’re going to be sure, you need to be sure.

Back to Steve’s place. Back in his room. Back into the bathroom. Everything is quick, everything is a blur. Apart from the waiting time, that goes by excruciatingly slowly. But after waiting with baited breath and a thudding heart, all three tests say the exact same thing:

Pregnant.

A/N: Okay! So our girl’s in SUPER deep now!! honestly guys, this was the hardest thing ever for me to write. the amount of times i edited, deleted and rewrote this is insane. i’m still not sure about it tbh, but i posted it anyways because i had to stop obsessing over it. PLEASE, i cannot stress enough how important reblogs and feedback is to me! this is 16.7k words that took me over a month to write, please do reblog, share with friends, and tell me what you think! any type of feedback and review is so appreciated! apart from that, i hope you enjoyed! yes, there was no peter in this chapter but we haven’t seen the last of him yet! also there will be a part 4, i know i said this would be the last part but clearly not hehe. enjoy!!  ps: rest in peace, steve junior lmao.

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I’ve been reading mandos intergalactic taxi service and UGH✨💕 the pining and fluff with the intimacy smut is just chefs kiss your writing style is amazing🤌🏽✨ I’ve been in such a Din mood lately, could your write like a confession drabble where the reader and din are pining for each other and din is dropping hints but the reader is like really not a hint taker lol pretty please with a cherry on top 😭💕 smut or fluff your choice I know you’d write it so well!!

BLESS YOUR HEART @liltangerineart and thank you! Next chapter of Taxi Service should be up tomorrow I hope!

In the meantime I hope you like this? Not a confession as such and more, uh, top!Mando than I intended, but he is bad at dropping hints. I like to think he would be very...straightforward 😎

Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1624 words - Oblivious!Reader, Infatuated!Din, frustrated yearning, angst and, of course, smut.

It's getting ridiculous.

He is a Mandalorian, one of the most fabled, the most feared warriors in the galaxy. Rumour and danger follow him as he charts a path through the galaxy that blazes bright, leaving behind myth and legend - people whispering things like 'I heard he killed a whole troop with his hands tied' and 'I heard he was eight feet tall, made of steel'.

He is a Mandalorian, who has never had to rely on anybody but himself - and yet here he is, sweating beneath his cowl whenever you brush too close, trying too hard to inhale the scent of you through his helmet's filters, memorizing the sound of your laugh.

It's like he's a foundling again - uncertain, insecure, nervous. And they’re not butterflies in the pit of his stomach - they’re bullets from an ancient slugthrower weapon, and he can taste metal at the back of his tongue whenever he tries to talk to you.

“Do you have someone, back home?” A clumsy overture, as obvious as it is stupid; Din winces beneath the helm but you don’t seem to notice - you just shake your head and shrug.

“No. Just me. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Loyal, he thinks, and the bullets in his stomach sting just that little bit harder.

He tries asking you more about yourself. How you became a bounty hunter. How many weapons you’ve handled. The different kinds of ships you’ve flown. Places you’ve been. But you never give up anything truly personal about yourself - you’re a cypher.

Maybe that’s why the Mandalorian finds himself strangely drawn to you.

He doesn’t know how to navigate this - not really. He has no experience with this kind of thing. It’s always been about the next quarry, the next job, and then it was about the kid, and now…

And now he’s stuck.

He wants to hit something, break something, feel the impact of his fists against flesh and bone. He settles for balling them up whenever you’re around, biting his tongue, and waiting til later to jerk himself off in pathetic, clench-jawed silence in the refresher.

“You slept late,” you point out the next morning as he emerges, stiff in more than one way, from his bunk.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, and he’s so tired, so frustrated that he adds, gruffly: “Bed was too empty.”

“Probably need more pillows,” you muse as you wander off to the kitchenette. “Cup of caf?”

“Extra strong,” he grunts as he leans a shoulder to the wall, and you’re oblivious to his glower.

“Coming right up.” A minute later, you press a mug into his hand. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to go hide, I’ll go find a bulkhead to look at while you take your helmet off.”

You grin at him, and he stares at you. You’re just about to turn away when he reaches up, and you go still, your smile slackening in shock as he thumbs the release latch under his chin.

The helm’s pneumatic seal hisses as it lifts, just enough so he can get the rim of his mug up and to his lips. He takes a long, slow pull, and while his vision is eclipsed by the rim of the helmet at the moment, he knows you haven’t left.

As he expects, you’re still there - staring at him as he lowers his helm back into place. Your mouth is even slightly open - lips parted - and he watches the dart of your tongue as you wet them before swallowing hard.

“I’m just...I’m just gonna,” you say, abortingly, and start to back away. You jump as your shoulder hits the hatchway. Din watches as you turn, hesitate, then hurry away, your shoulders squared defensively as if you can feel the force of his gaze on your back.

Alone, the taste of caf hot and bitter on his tongue, Din Djarin grins.

After that, he starts to notice. He starts to notice how tense you are when he’s close.

At first he’s not sure - but then, once, he deliberately brushes your waist as he moves past you in the cockpit to take the pilot’s seat, and you’re still standing there, frozen, when he glances back at you. You brush it off, but it happens again when you bump into him coming out of the fresher. When he reaches over your head in the kitchenette to fetch a ration bar from a compartment. When you lean over his shoulder to point out the coordinates to a refueling station. When he catches you yawning, falling asleep in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m going to hit my bunk,” you say, rising to your feet, your arms stretched above your head. Din turns slowly, and he catches the glimpse of a sliver of flesh as your shirt rides up. The words escape him before he’s even conscious of their existence.

“Want some company?”

Dank farrik, he’s been dropping hints and touches for ages - and he knows you’re affected by his presence, he’s sure of it now. They might be closer to butterflies for you, but his bullets are bouncing around in his gut right now.

“What?” you ask, half-laughing - as if it’s all some grand joke. “You gotta stop with the innuendo, Mando. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And if it’s not innuendo?” He’s flicked the ship to auto-pilot - on his feet - looming towards you. You’re caught in the hatchway, unable to step backwards to fall down the ladder, unwilling to turn your back. "If you've got the right idea?"

“What?” you repeat - licking your lips again. Your eyes are flicking back and forth from his visor to his hands. It’s almost like you're expecting a fight.

“I want to fuck you.”

The words are matter-of-fact but delivered in a low baritone, a gravelly rasp that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck. You stop breathing for a second - he can see it - and your leg twitches, just half a step backward - but then you swing it forward again, swaying towards him. Like he has you in his gravitational pull.

It’s all Din needs. He closes the distance between you, his gloved hands closing around your biceps, the leather worn and warm through your shirt.

He says your name, once, in a digital growl that curls your toes in your boots. And then it’s like an explosion - it all happens so quickly; there are hands and clothes everywhere and then on the deck, and in the aftermath you are in the Mandalorian’s arms, naked, your legs around his waist as he presses you up against the bulkhead.

His chestplate hits the deck - his flak jacket lifted above his head when you let him stop touching you long enough. You barely have time to appreciate the feel of his naked hands on your skin, cupping your breasts in his broad, smooth palms, thumbing your nipples all-too-briefly before he’s sliding down the zipper of his flight suit and baring a V of muscled flesh all the way to his groin.

“Mando,” you gasp as he frees his cock, as he maneuvers the throbbing, purpled head to drag through your slit. He finds you open and wet, lips parted for him, and he groans as he nudges against your fluttering hole. He doesn't hesitate.

He pushes in slow, for he’s a lot to take, thick and hard and the stretch is almost too much. You whine, your voice high and tight in your throat, and he soothes you with soft little noises and praise that makes you feel light-headed.

“Shhh, that’s it,” “You’re so fucking tight-” “Made to take my cock, mesh’la" and other words you don’t recognize. Eventually, he’s all the way inside you, his pelvis flush to yours, the scratch of hair at his pubic bone pressing into your mound.

You pant in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, a thin resin of sweat risen on your brow. “Move,” you order through clenched teeth, and finally you open your eyes to meet his visor and demand, “Fuck me, Mando.”

And he does - withdrawing his hips from the welcoming cradle of yours, his cock dragging back through you, and you can feel every ridge and vein before he’s spearing back in, jarring your back against the bulkhead. It’s a shock right through your system, and you can feel adrenaline flooding your veins, your blood pumping faster like you’re fighting for your life. You might as well be, for he does it again, and again, and soon he’s setting a punishing pace that hits against something soft and devastating deep inside you.

Your orgasm hits you like a blow you fail to dodge - winding you, knocking the air from your lungs - and for a moment all that matters is the blinding flash of pleasure through your nerves, the rolling wave that makes your cunt flutter in rippling spasms around the pulsing rod of his cock. He pins your hips with another vicious rut of his hips and then he’s coming, too, releasing into the impossible grip of your body, groaning with every spurt of spend he fills you with.

“Fuck,” Din summarizes, once you both can catch your breath - once your legs start to loosen, jelly-weak as he pulls out gently, lowering your feet back to the ground. He’s suddenly nervous - worried he’s fucked this up, done the wrong thing, lost patience and paid for it with your scorn.

But your smile is brilliant as you beam up at him - your face radiant - flushed and sweaty. You are beautiful.

“Next time, don't waste time dropping hints,” you tell him, and then you reassure him with a laugh, and the wonderful feeling of your arms around his neck.

For a while, he just holds you close. And for a while, the bullets in his stomach are gone.

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A Sister's Love

Pairing: Platonic Damian Wayne x Al Ghul!Reader

Warnings: Injuries and blood. Drugging, Trafficking and sexual assult but these are not the main themes.

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: You realize you have a lot to learn about yourself outside of your little brother, Damian's, shadow.

A/N: Was originally gonna make this a Dick Grayson x Reader but realized it would be weird cuz of mixed families and stuff. And I don't wanna be pushing the boundaries of incest.

Growing up in the League of Assassins meant a lot of things for you. It meant that you were raised to be powerful and commanding. It meant you knew how to kill a man in 47 different ways and counting. It meant that you were raised to rightfully think that you were the best.

Although for every good thing there was always cons. Your schedule was rigid and your peers were unfeeling. Your mother most of all, but that didn't stop you from trying to win her affection. It was the reason why when your little brother was born you felt threatened.

That was until you met little Damian. Your mother had handed him to you with a smile of pride that she never showed you and you hated him. But then you saw his precious little face, a nose tinier than a button and adorable lips that were curled into a pout. He was so beautiful.

Since then, you put any differences you might have had with your mother behind you. According to Ra’s it would have been a mistake to show Damian such tenderness, to teach him about loyalty to your heart, instead of without it.

But Talia couldn't ignore the tug she felt in her heart seeing you and Damian together. You still worked hard, harder than she had ever seen before, now determined not to show that you were weak and have them take your brother from you. Damian followed your example, training to her approval, however taxing it was for him.

And more importantly, Damian loved you. You were the first woman he had ever loved and he was smart enough to know that would never be a mistake. You were his shelter in a storm, his fire in the cold. You were the best sibling that anyone could ever even dream of.

But then you had to part. At age 10, Damian went to live with his father, Bruce Wayne. You had never met the man when he was with your mother and you assumed you wouldn't need to, he wasn't your father.

Both you and Damian didn't want to leave each other. You'd miss your little brother and you'd miss the feeling in your chest whenever you'd look at him. Damian would miss home; he would miss your presence and he would miss the familiarity. But he couldn't stay.

That's something you learnt at the League. Damian couldn't stay, with you. He was meant for bigger things than you.

Another thing you learnt was that you didn't have to stay either. You wanted to see the world, see what everything else had in store for you. And your mother, bless her, gave you her blessing.

Of all the things the league taught you, there were things they missed out on. And a part of you was thankful for that. Because you enjoyed the feeling of wide-eyed wonderment when you stepped into a train station for the first time ever.

You had never tasted a chocolate muffin before, you realized as you stuffed your face at a local bakery. Coffee and chocolate muffins went well together. You liked sweet things better than spicy things, you noted when you didn't enjoy the tteokbokki you bought at a Korean food stall.

People were kind, not foolish. They smiled at you when you came in and genuinely asked you where you were headed. Like the woman you met on the tram who was heading to Washington DC. Even through the short ride, the two of you had bonded and she had left you with her phone number and a promise that if you were ever in DC, you would ring her up. Diana was trusting, too trusting. You could have assumed it was because she was stupid, but you wanted to believe it was because she was smarter than even you.

Some people were kind like her but of course, some were impolite and pig-headed. You of course didn't waste any time putting them in their place. Maybe that was why you shouldn't have any faith in humanity.

But isn't humanity just the thing you should be putting faith in?

It was fun at first, discovering new things, seeing how people really lived outside of books and things taught to you back at the League. You knew everything, you weren't naive enough to be oblivious but reading about something was miles apart from actually experiencing it.

After a while however, you got lonely, it was a huge world with people constantly moving and you've come to realize that unless you're with somebody, you can't really move from your place. Instead, you'd be stuck watching all of them. So, you sought after your brother.

It was easy enough to track Bruce Wayne, he lived in a house large enough to be seen from outer space. Getting to Gotham took longer than you expected. Time passed so easily when you didn't have a purpose but now that you had somewhere you needed to be, the train couldn't go any slower.

Gotham City was less gloomy than people made it out to be. The sun was shining and the city was bustling. In some ways, it seemed a little homey. Maybe that was because you didn't have to worry about someone hurting you. If anything, they should pray that they don't choose you as their next victim.

Of course, you could've gone to Wayne Manor and introduced yourself civilly but you wanted to see Damian more than anything and didn't want to delay it any longer. And more than that, you wanted to see Damian is his cute little school uniform.

That's what led you to wait outside of the well-reputed Gotham University, waiting patiently for the bell to ring and students to file out of it. You already knew that they wouldn't come out singing like in the movies but a very small fraction of you still hoped.

Your heartrate increased with every passing minute, excited to meet your brother after nearly a year of being apart. Eventually, the bell did ring and students began trickling out of the doors, looking like bumble bees, excitedly zipping around and talking to their friends.

'Would this have been my life if I was never born in the League?' You wondered, looking at a girl who was animatedly chatting with her friend, arms interlocked as they moved towards the parking lot where their parents were waiting.

When you finally saw Damian, you suddenly felt out of place. Like an outsider watching someone else's brother when you saw his eyes lock onto someone in the commons. Even though you weren't on the school campus, you could still recognize who it was.

Richard Grayson, oldest son of Bruce Wayne, waiting to pick up your little brother on a motor cycle.

And for the first time in your life, you experienced insecurity, watching them greet each other like brothers. The feeling was sour and you wondered if it was a mistake coming here, thinking that you still had a place here.

It was true, people didn't move from their place unless they had someone to go with. You hadn't felt fulfilled like that since your brother stopped being at your side. He was everything you knew. It was just your mistake for thinking that in the year apart your brother wouldn't have found anyone either.

***

"Drake, pull up the security cameras from today at my school parking lot." Damian ordered, stepping into the Batcave.

"No 'Hello', no 'How you doing?', it's always 'Tim, do this' 'Drake, do that'," Tim commented sarcastically but still pulled up whatever he needed, "And then as soon as I give you what I want, you're going to forget me again. And not even visit the kids."

Dick spared him a laugh at his dramatic scene, ruffling his hair as greeting and then turned his attention to the screen. The footage was played at double the speed until Damian's eyes locked onto just what he wanted to find.

It was just for a second, when Dick's motorcycle had zoomed past but that was all he needed. Damian had seen your face and it wasn't any mistake, he'd know you even if he was blind. Even though he was so sure it had been you, he still couldn't hide the way his body froze, eyes wide when he saw your face.

It was the same face he'd see every night before he went to bed and the very first person he wanted to see every time he woke up. Your image was what came into his mind when he thought of being nurtured, when he thought of being safe.

There was a time when he was younger, too young, there was a thunder storm. He doesn't remember much from the night, just hiding his face against your chest and you wrapping a blanket around him. His mother trained him even harder the next day, until he almost dropped but he'd never forget curling up to your warmth. Not even now, when he knew that thunder storms were the least of his fears.

It was as simple as that. With his father and brothers, he didn't have to worry about looking weak, he didn't think of love as a weakness, rather he considered it as the fuel behind strength. Yes, his father taught him well. And now he would show you just how much he's grown. So, you can be proud of him.

"We need to find her."

"Why? Who is she?"

"My sister."

***

Of all the things you wanted to experience, visiting a bar was one of them. Was the air really enough to intoxicate you? Were you really going to lose all sense when you stepped into it? Would be able to drink your troubles away?

You were sorely disappointed. The alcohol didn't taste good, it burned when you swallowed it and made your tongue feel fuzzy. The music was so loud that your brain began throbbing against your skull to the beat of the song.

Men were picking fights and women were having fun but even then, you couldn't find it in yourself to get up and actually have fun. I mean, how were you supposed to? How was cosying up against a drunk man supposed to make you feel better? How was getting lost in throngs of sweaty people who didn't know what personal space was meant to improve your mood?

If anything, it just reminded you of just how pathetic your life was.

You were realizing you had no purpose. Damian was all you had known for years now, knowing only to protect him with your life and love him with your heart. Who were you without him? What did you like? What made you happy outside from your duty at the league?

A man knocking into you brought you out of your thoughts, which had been happening all night. Except this man stopped in front of you and gave you a smile that turned your stomach upside down.

"Sorry about that pretty lady, let me buy you a drink to make up for it." He spoke with a voice that was trying to be smooth but instead sounded like metal scraping over each other.

"No, thank you." You said sharply, not yet done with your Manhattan anyway. You were barely enjoying your time here as it was and you were sure another drink wouldn't change your mind.

"Not a fan?"

You shook your head at him, choosing to humour the man.

"Then let me buy you another one, if you don't like it then you have nothing to lose."

You pretended to giggle at him and he swelled with pride. Did he think he was winning?

"One Boulevardier." He told the bartender who nodded and began preparing the drink. Until it was ready, you indulged the man in front of you who reeked of cigarettes and alcohol.

He placed the drink in front of you and if you hadn't known that it would burn going down and turn you into a shell of yourself, you might have been curious to what it tasted like.

"You see that dude over there?" He nodded to a man standing in the other corner of the bar and you turned to look at him. Another man, covered in tattoos who didn't look any different than the one standing behind you.

"He's my pal, owns the bar. Ask him and he'll hook you up with free drinks tonight. For a price, of course."

You turned back around to face the man and out of the corner of your eye saw something dissolve into your drink. It was only for a second but you saw the last remaining grains turn invisible and you definitely noticed the way the once steady drink was now swirling into a vortex in the middle.

"Drink up, princess."

You smirked. Tonight, might be fun after all.

***

This was boring.

You had been pretending to be unconscious for about 40 minutes while these men drove you to some undisclosed location. Their conversations were unbelievably dry and it's not like you had anyone else to talk to. Everyone else who might have been even mildly interesting were knocked unconscious.

Eventually they pulled up to some sort of holding facility and if your assumptions were correct then this would be a midpoint before they sold all the girls here to some sort of pimp.

Once they lugged you off the truck and threw you into a room with so many other people, you could hear their breathing did you open your eyes. It seemed like this was some sort of abandoned butcher or meat factory, judging by the ominous hooks hanging above your head and the metal walls. The door had been bolted shut, the only way to look through it was a small glass window.

Only after you finished taking in your surroundings did you even look at the other women who had been trapped in the room along with you. Your stomach turned.

There were so many unsuspecting faces who looked like they didn't sign up for this. Half of them looked under the influence of something, sweating profusely even in their sleep, faces scrunched up in pain. The other looked like they were forcibly taken, bruises covering their skin, hair and clothes in disarray and more than half of them had either a black eye or a swollen lip.

Maybe it was their fault for not being trained, that's what someone at the league would've said. But isn't it their captors’ fault for misusing their training, their strength, for something as vile as this?

You decided to wait, you couldn't assume that this small group of girls was the only one in the confines of the building. How many more were here?

You weren't feeling overwhelmed, not at all, not with the weapons that were littering you. A kunai hidden is either of your boots, throwing stars in your pockets hidden underneath your vest and a war fan in your pocket. You could handle these clowns without even looking up.

But it wasn't your life you were concerned about. It was the lives of these underaged, vulnerable girls who had fallen prey to these monsters.

While you were waiting a couple of the girls started to wake up. Some were still heavily drugged, still groggy when their eyes fluttered open and unable to focus onto anything. Others shot up straight as an arrow and began crying, screaming, begging for them to let them out.

They were ignored, by both their captors and you. Why try and reassure then when you weren't sure what was going to happen. More importantly, why throw off the monsters lurking outside the door that there was one woman who hadn't been phased.

Instead, you just stared blankly, trying to get comfortable and hear anything through the walls. Eventually, you heard the sound of footsteps coming towards the room. You covered the lower half of your face with a scarf, making sure that anyone who left here alive today, wouldn't be able to remember your face. Whether it be as a saviour or their punisher.

The girls whimpered and curled into one another, crying quietly and you felt sympathy. There was no way they'd be able to move forward from this without having fear stab at their heart with every step they took. You could only hope they had something in their life that would make them feel safe.

For tonight, you'd be that for them.

A few men opened the door with a cruel smile, stepping inside for a second before bolting it shut. They flaunted guns and other weapons to the girls, finding pleasure where there should be compassion and worry. You were disgusted watching their smirks twist maniacally when the girls cried harder seeing them brandish their weapons.

One of the men stepped forward and grabbed the girl closest to him who begged and cried to spare her. His disgusting hand might as well be made of acid because you almost felt the sick burn when it snaked between her legs and copped a feel while she sobbed and screamed, trying to fight him off.

You grabbed one of your weapons and returned their sick grins with one of your own.

It was going to be hard to cop a feel when he can't feel anything.

You were going to break each and every bone in his hand to ensure that.

***

"Can I borrow your phone please?" You asked the bloody and broken man by your feet. He glared at you and spat blood on your boots, unable to do anything else. You sighed and faked a pout.

"Is it here?" You wondered, holding the dirtied boot over his ribs and his eyes widened, catching drift of what you were about to do. You rammed your foot into his broken ribs, courtesy of yourself, and he screamed bloody murder. Music to your ears.

"Apparently not. Want me to check your pants?" You asked, raising a brow and he frantically shook his head, using whatever strength left to pull out his phone from his pocket and you smiled, thanking him quietly.

"Now, let's hope that one blow is enough to put you out of my misery." You sang, punching him right in the face and he passed out. Lightweight.

You took a look around the place, seeing bodies littered over the place like confetti. Blood was scattered on the ground and you're sure if people looked hard enough, they'd find someone's teeth. You on the other hand looked fine.

You sat on the floor, crossing your legs comfortably, tired after the fight and dialled a number onto the phone.

"Hello, police?"

"Yes, how can we help you?"

"Well, there's a sex trafficking scam going on at my location. Quite shoddy but they have a number of women trapped here and it would be nice if you could send backup to have them escorted home safely."

"A sex trafficking scam?"

"Well, it could be just a regular trafficking scam but I'm not too sure."

"All right, I'll have someone check it out."

"Good, and I realize you might get a lot of calls like this but please don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. Tell your people to send a couple of ambulances as well, you'll need them."

"Of course."

You could only hope the person on the other end of the line would eat their words when it was on the front of the newspaper. For now, your work was done.

In the meantime, how were you going to get anywhere from here? Where even were you? Was there anyone even conscious here who could give you directions? Or would you have to call the police again to find out where to go?

Not that you'd wait long enough for them actually arrive here. You'd return to the bar way before that for another drink. Maybe now you'd actually be able to enjoy one.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard a creak coming from the other end of the warehouse. It echoed through the halls and you leapt to your feet, soundless moving to hide in the shadows and pulling out a kunai.

The footsteps that followed it were light and airy, barely even touching the ground. They were trained, whoever they were. You kept your ears open in order to hear something.

"Whoever was here was trained." You heard someone comment.

"Are you really that stupid, Nightwing? It's obvious that my sister was the one who took out this ring and reported it." Came the snappy reply back and your breath caught in your chest. Make no mistake, that was your brother's voice.

"We must find her."

He was actually looking for you? He knows you're here? You're not entirely surprised, you haven't exactly been careful or stealthy when it came to concealing your face around Gotham. A mistake on your part but you couldn't have been more relieved.

You still remained quiet, not wanting to disturb the flow, not wanting to interrupt. You had the mind of a soldier but when there was no one to follow you seemed more like a sheep. It made you feel slight shame, that you were unable to stick up for yourself despite being so many things.

Maybe, the league wasn't the best thing for you.

Immediately you scraped the thought from your mind, berating yourself for even thinking that. The league had given you everything, everything you were today was because of them. You were strong and calculating, the leagues proud soldier.

You were proud of your roots, thankful that you grew up to be the person you were. They had given you everything, and your brother was just one of the gifts that you had been blessed with in your life.

"Damian." You spoke softly, stepping out of the shadows. His head snapped towards you, eyes widening when he took in your form. It really was you. His sister.

Damian wasted no time in bounding towards you and you knelt down to meet his eye level, catching him with open arms. A part of your heart sang when you realized he was still small enough to fit in your arms. He still held you close. He still loved you.

"I've missed you, Ya Amar." You spoke softly, cradling his head that was buried in the junction of your neck.

"I as well, Okhti."

***

Damian was ecstatic that you were in Gotham. Of course, it didn't look like it to anyone but everyone who knew him well could tell that he was happy that his sister was home with him. He didn't wait for even two seconds when you got to the Batcave (much to Bruce's surprise) to show you all his pets.

The next few days would be considered the best of his life.

Damian wanted to be as close to you as possible, sitting near you during meals, training with you, talking with you, even going as far to sneak into your temporary bedroom at night for cuddles. He certainly got more comfortable showing affection since the last time you were around.

He showed you his hobbies like painting and sketching and you were impressed. He had the skills to be doing something like this? Damian had picked up many new talents and many new stories since you last saw him and he was eager to share them all with you.

The next few days would be considered the worst of your life.

You had found Damian now, so why didn't you still feel fulfilled? Why did you feel like something was missing? Like this wasn't meant for you? Why weren't you satisfied?

Why did you feel envious that Damian got to experience so many things? Why did you feel resentment against him when you realized you never got the same things he has?

Your life felt like it amounted to nothing.

You loved your brother but so far you had just been living for him. And now that you realized there were parts of the world that you wanted to see. There were thoughts in your mind that were of your own and desires that you didn't have to explain to anyone. As long as it made sense to yourself.

And you realize one thing with an aching heart.

You couldn't stay here in Gotham.

"Does Damian know?" Bruce asked you one day when you had asked him a favour. Bruce so far had been a little cold and unfeeling ever since you had met him in the Batcave uninvited. His feelings towards you got more negative when you gave an offhanded comment about how you thought he was taller. But he was the only one you could ask for a favour. He was the father to your beloved brother and you could only hope he would offer you the same consideration.

You had asked him for a flight to Washington, to see if Diana really meant what she said. To take a leap of faith for the first time in your life.

You shook your head no, "Not yet. I'm hoping he will take the news well. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I just—I need to—" You trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Bruce nodded, "I understand. Just tell him before you go. I don't think I've ever seen him this happy before."

"It makes me feel worse." You admitted, feeling a little guilty. How could you not feel happy at your brother’s happiness?

"You need some time to figure out that your world is yours. No one else should determine how you feel about yourself."

"You are very wise," You said softly, "Thank you."

***

"I love you dearly, Damian." You tried to coerce him from his room where he had locked himself in only 5 minutes ago. No doubt he was sulking since he found out that you would be leaving for DC in two days’ time.

"If you did, you wouldn't be leaving!" His voice was muffled, as if his face was buried in his pillow or even Titus. You had been trying to coax him into open the door for 20 minutes now and had multiple offers from Grayson, which you turned down.

"Oh, for the love of—Damian Wayne, you open this door right now!" It was silent for a moment before you heard the lock click open and took that as the indication from him to step into his room.

It was large and from the moment you stepped in, it was easy to tell the space was his. There were swords mounted on the wall, paintings on the wall adjacent to it. His desk was tidy and in the corner of his room, there were multiple easels and sketch pads.

Damian was sulking on his bed and you sighed, feeling guilty. You sat beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. Even though he was upset with you, he still sank into your touch, feeling comforted by mere contact.

"It's not forever, Damian. Wherever I'm going, I'm going to come back. I just need some time to myself." You tried to explain.

"But why!"

"The league taught me well, Damian. But it taught me to live like a soldier, but not as a person. There are so many things that I don't know about myself. What do I like? What do I want to do with my life? And I need to figure it out for myself."

"Why can't you do that here?"

You gave him a pained look and realization dawned on him, "Because of me."

"Damian, in the time we spent apart you learnt so many things about yourself. That you like animals, that you like art. There are so many blanks in my life and I need the distance to figure it out. I need to understand myself." You explained wistfully.

It was true, there were so many blanks in your life. You didn't even know what food you liked better, what hobbies you enjoyed. You wanted to experience new things, without the influence of Damian, without relying on him. And more importantly, you were scared you would put Damian above yourself time and time again.

It was all you knew. Damian was worth more than your life, worth more than your heart. But if that was true, you wanted to know at least what your heart was worth to you. If you didn't hold any value to yourself, it would be foolish to think you would to anyone else.

You needed the distance. You needed something new. You wanted to dive into uncharted waters and figure out the magic for yourself, without anyone to help you.

"It's not forever," You reminded gently, "I'm going to come back, I can promise you that."

Damian began leaning until his head was settled in your lap and you chuckled, gently scratching his scalp and he nestled into your belly. Hard to believe this was the same boy who left only a year ago. You wondered if you would change as much as he did or if you were stuck in your ways now.

"Okay," He said, voice muffled and you smiled, "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Thank you for your blessing, Ya Amar. It means the world to me. I love you; you know that."

"I do." He said, now wrapping his arms around your waist, "I love you too."

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[finelinevogue]

Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

You don’t want to miss dessert - Rio (Good Girls)

Ok so let’s be honest, last night’s episode was just pure teasing, the hands, the smirks, the bedroom scene. God have mercy I’m about to bust 😂 The thought of Rio making you cum into his hands in his own family home while everyone is waiting outside is just 👅 Enjoy this one 😏

Warning : Smut

Word Count : 1.6k (Not proofread)

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Being in business with Rio was definitely a challenge for you. You’ve had your arguments over the past 2 years, them not always ending well. You had wanted out after 8 months, but he wouldn’t let you do that. He had threatened you for you to come back to work with him. The problem with your relationship, was that both of you always wanted to be right and have the upper hand. He loved that you were daring and confident, but he often needed to remind you who was boss.

You could say your relationship was complicated. It was only business related, even though the both of you had slept together a couple of times before, not making it a recuring thing. Three times, you had slept together three times since you had met him, each time better than the other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t drawn and attracted to Rio. Hell, even his name made you feel puddy. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever hooked up with before. Maybe it was the fact that you never really met someone like him, which is normal cause Rio is unique.

People wouldn’t necessary imagine the both of you working and being together, but that’s why it made perfect sense. Neither your entourage nor the FBI would suspect you to be in business with a guy like him. By the look of it, you seem to live in two different worlds, but you were very much alike. You needed to be in control, just like him and you had a certain way to plan and do things, which matched his way to do business.

He thrusted you, and he had spoken to you about meeting important people, which you were nervous for. You didn’t want to imagine someone more dangerous and intimidating than him, but you tried to prepare yourself for the worse. You were supposed to meet later that day and he had texted you the address. Parts of you was always being skeptical about his next move, fearing something bad could happen to you, not that you had anything to hide.

Being on your way to meet him, you felt the palms your hands getting sweaty, wiping them off on the black dress you chose to wear. Just like Rio, dark colors were your go to, often wearing dresses and skirts to show your legs. You got out of the car, walking slowly towards the red door, knocking on it lightly.

“Hey mama” a deep throaty voice startled you, making you turn around to see your boss boarding a slight smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your cheeks getting warmer as he motioned for you to follow him through the backyard. You got nervous for a minute but once you passed the wooden door, you saw kids running around and the smell of grilled food making your mouth water calmed you down. He walked towards the table, putting his arms around an older lady’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

“This is my boss” he said, looking at her, then diverting his eyes towards yours quickly

“I’m just his grandmother” she said, chuckling lightly before looking back at you. “You must be (Y/N)”

“I am” you answered, nodding softly

“Well, both of you come take your seat, you arrived just in time for dinner” she said motioning her hands towards the table, where a few plates were already laid down. Rio pulled your chair as you sat down, mumbling a quick thank you, string at him as he took the seat next to you. You were getting slightly less nervous as all of you ate your delicious food while talking and laughing.

“So how do you know my uncle?” a 10-year-old kid asked you, taking a bite of his chicken.

“She’s just a work friend, bud” Rio answered for you

“What’s she do?” the kid asked again, looking at his uncle

“Um, she helps me out” he said looking at you “That right?” Rio smirked at you as you nodded

“That all?” the guy in front of him asked, stepping into the conversation, looking devilishly at the both of you. “Heard a lot about you (Y/N)” he continued as you felt Rio getting tense beside you.

“Um yeah, that’s all” you said slightly blushing, feeling Rio’s hand on your back, rubbing it slowly. He changed the subject, knowing his cousin was making you uncomfortable. You continued eating quietly as they all laughed and talked together. You could feel his hands on your back still, pushing back your chair before excusing yourself.

“I’m sorry, is there a bathroom I could use please?” You smiled slightly at Rio’s grandma, as she gave you direction. You made your way inside, finding the bathroom easily. You did what you had to do, and washed your hands looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss. You could hear the sound of their laughter from where you were, making you sight lightly.

You got out, making your way through the hallway, passing a bedroom, which seemed to be his grandmother’s. You stopped by the door, seeing some picture frames placed neatly on a bookshelf, making you walked closer into the room to look closely at them. You picked a picture of a young Rio graduating into your hands and it made you wonder what he studied. You didn’t picture him as a big school person, so you were surprised to say the least. You jumped slightly as Rio’s husky voice, interrupted you.

“What are you doing?” he said, leaning against the door frame, looking at you, deeply.

“I don’t know, I just got curious” you shrugged your shoulders, watching his every moves. He moved closer to you, making you hold your breath, nervous and aroused. He made you weak in the knees and you could hardly speak without getting flustered. Even thought you were a confident woman, his body close to yours always had that effect on you, and he knew it. You turned towards the bookcase again, feeling his firm chest pressing against your back, as he picked up a smaller picture frame, the both of you looking at it.

“You find anything interesting?” he asked, his mouth next to your ear, sending down shivers down your spine. He put the frame back, his arms brushing yours lightly, making you turn around to face him. His eyes burned into yours, waiting for your answer. You licked your lips, looking at your fumbling hands before meeting his dark eyes again

“I don’t know” you said, feeling bold you dropped both of your hands on his chest, sliding them down until they could rest on the waistband of his pants “You tell me” you stated, before unbuckling his belt.

He stopped you, grabbing your wrist softly, making you look at him a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He shook his head slightly, putting your hand down and dragging his towards your thigh. His finger danced on your soft skin, goosebumps rising onto your body. He lifted your leg slowly, resting it on his waist. His face now in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over throat, making you close your eyes, appreciating the moment. You felt his long fingers trail up to the side of your emerald, green lace panties, before making his way to your dripping core, spreading your juices, letting out a throaty groan.

The sound of him only making you wetter, his finger making its way into your warm tight flesh. A quiet moan erupted from your mouth as you grabbed his shoulder firmly, bringing him even closer to you. The room was silent, except for the sounds of his digits pumping in and out of you quickly. Your breathing was getting heavier, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans to yourself. His thumb found his way to your clit, massaging it slowly, putting just enough pressure to make your body quiver.

He inserted another finger inside of your leaking fold, fastening his pace, making you clench around him. One of your hand traveled to his neck, digging your fingers into the back of it, as he let out a deep groan next to your ear.

“R-Rio” you mumbled quietly, clenching your eyes shut, feeling your climax approaching by the second.

“I know mama” he whispered “let it go” right when the words left his lips, you felt yourself relax into his embrace, as your orgasm took over you. He helped you ride it out, pumping his fingers slowly, before removing them from your inside. You faltered your dress as he moved towards the door.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to miss dessert” he said smirking before leaving you all flustered into his grandma’s bedroom. You waited a few minutes, before following behind him, joining the others around the table outside.

“Ahhh here she is. We wondered where you’ve been” Rio’s cousin exclaimed as you sat down. “Pie?” he handed you a plate, not waiting for your reply. You took it, placing it in front of you listening to the older lady speak. As you all finished your dessert, you saw Rio from the corner of your eyes, dig his finger into the whipped cream remaining on his plate, and popping them into his mouth sucking slowly on them. You could feel his eyes on you, and you could only imagine him smirking as his tongue lapped at his finger, the same fingers that were minutes ago buried into your tight pussy. Just the thought of him tasting the remaining of your hot fluid made you clench your thighs together, Rio not missing the sight of you getting flustered again.

“Mhh … I think this must be the best dessert I’ve ever tasted”

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Thanks for reading

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-K

[loveaffaire]

Seasons

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings/tags: a bit of angst, fluff, cheating (not by Peter/reader), Pete being a hopeless romantic as always

Word Count: 1.3k, I swear these blurb requests are turning into full one shots because I love Peter being completely whipped by the reader :(

A/N: @spiderholland101 I’ll be honest, I’ve never heard any of those songs so I picked a bunch of lyrics and built a story around it, just 1.3k words of Peter being desperately in love with the reader! Enjoy <3

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Summer - Heaven help a fool who falls in love

Peter tried not to stare at you but it was hard when you were sitting two seats away from him in chemistry class. Your skin looked as soft as cotton, lips plump and covered in strawberry chapstick, hair softly shining in the sunlight coming through the window.

His heart would beat a little faster every time you’d laugh, his breath would hitch each time you’d run to him in a crowded room, a smile would find its way on his lips the second his phone would light up with a text message from you.

It’s gonna get messy so don’t fall in love with your best friend, you fool, he’d tell himself.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Autumn - You've been on my mind girl like a drug

Peter stood still in the middle of the school entrance as he watched you kiss Harry, his hands in your hands, a smile on your lips. It was like getting shot in the head and no, he wasn’t exaggerating, that is exactly how it felt to see your best friend that you are in love with be in love with someone else.

He pulled himself out of his daydream of repeatedly punching Harry in the face and rushed towards you. You pulled away from your boyfriend as soon as you heard footsteps approaching you, a smile settled on your lips when you saw Peter.

“Ready to go?” Peter asked, completely ignoring Harry and you nodded. To his dismay, Harry didn’t let go of your hand without giving you a very steamy kiss right in front of him.

You made small talk on the way to his house and Peter tried to focus on anything other than the kiss you and Harry shared just a few minutes ago. And when you sat on his bed, eyebrows frowned in concentration over chemistry, Peter’s eyebrows were frowned for a whole other reason. Thoughts of you getting too busy in your love life and forgetting him creeped up on his mind and you noticed.

“What’s wrong, Pete?”

“Uh… can’t understand this question”

“You weren’t even looking at the question, you were looking at me” your voice low as you scanned his face, “did I do something?”

Peter’s eyes widened, “no, y-you didn’t do anything, nothing”

“Okay so what is it?”

Peter sighed, biting on his lip because he was nervous and too afraid to say something wrong but he decided to be honest, “just scared you’ll get too busy with Harry and stop hanging out with me, it’s just a thought”

You were taken by surprise by this but soon, the sound of your soft laughter filled the room, “forget about you? We’ve been friends since forever, no boy is ever going to come between us Peter”

Peter’s eyes glimmered at your words, his cheeks turning rosy as he processed your words.

“Anyway, I’m too scared that you’ll forget about me because I saw you hanging out with all those smart science kids earlier today” you teased, your forefinger wiggling in his face as he shook his head, smiling.

How can I forget about you when you’ve been on my mind like a drug, he thought to himself.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Winter - I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

The cold came and the days turned ugly, one text message to Peter and he was running to your house in the middle of the night.

You saw Peter through your window and opened the door, running into his arms. The impact was so hard that he almost fell back as your hands clutched on his jacket.

“He cheated on me” you cried, voice strained from the previous screaming match with Harry over call.

Peter held you close, walking back inside your house and closing the door behind. As soon as he let go of you, you fell down to your knees and he got down right in front of you as he wiped your tears with his sleeves.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N” he said sincerely. His hands holding the back of your head to make you look at him and he almost kissed you that night. But he didn’t because what if you push him away, one heartbreak was enough for tonight anyway.

As he watched you weep on his shoulder for a boy who clearly didn’t deserve you, he wondered how it felt to be loved by you and if he’ll ever get to be loved by you at all.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Spring - Wouldn't it be nice to live inside a world that isn't black and white

The colours were a bit brighter than before, the leaves and the flowers blooming again in the soft spring wind. Just like them, you were blooming too. You were the old Y/N again, the same old Y/N who was there before Harry came along and ruined it.

The glow in your eyes was visible, your smile felt more real now and you felt more comfortable in your skin than you did 2 months ago. Peter even helped you pack a box of all the things that your ex-boyfriend left at your place and you later sold those things at a thrift store.

Peter started seeing more of you, he would either be at your place after school or you’d be at his and sometimes, you’d go to the ice cream place near his place on a hot day.

As he watched you munch on your ice cream cone, the vanilla on your lip looked a bit more appetising then it did when it was on the cone and he almost leaned in to have a taste.

“Is there something on my face”

“No”

“Why are you staring then?” you smiled and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, shut up” he rolled his eyes, “come on, let me walk you home before it gets dark”

With you walking by his side and the way your knuckles gently brushed against his made him realise how much brighter his world looked now. How wonderful it was to live in a world which wasn’t black and white anymore and it was all because of you.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Summer - Honey I love you

The sun was setting, both of you returning from the summer fair and he finally gained the courage to hold your hand on the way back home. The hot weather was making your palm sweaty but Peter couldn’t care less. You were literally here, holding his hand in yours and he didn’t want to let go.

“Peter”

“Yes?”

“Will you say it?”

Peter frowned in confusion, “say what?”

“You know what” you bit your lips, a bit of sadness in your eyes.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about” Peter stuttered.

Peter was clueless. For a straight A grade student, he was pretty dumb when it came to love and you.

“So you will just never tell me that you are in love with me?”

Peter halted in his step and that halted you in yours. His hand slightly loosened its hold on yours in horror but you were quick to tighten your hold on his hand, even tugging him closer to yourself so you both were face to face.

“You know?” He finally spoke up, voice in a whisper and mouth agape in shock.

“It’s hard to miss when you’re right there staring at me with your big brown doe eyes” you softly giggled, feeling a bit shy now, “and how you get flustered when I compliment you, how you always have my back and how you always pick me up, it’s obvious that it’s more than just… friendship”

Yes, you knew. You have been waiting for him to say something, anything at all to show you that he loved you but as time passed and still no word from Peter, you finally took matters in your own hands.

Peter was speechless and you have had enough, you sighed and let go of his hand. Peter almost collapsed when you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him in.

You filled the gap between you both as you pressed a soft peck to his lips and his eyes fluttered like butterfly wings, savouring in the feeling of the airy kiss. Your lips felt like a light feather, barely there but just enough to make him feel lightheaded for a second.

You pulled away quickly but then pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes tightly, “honey, I love you”

You said it like a promise, your chest felt a little lighter when the words were finally out and Peter’s heart started racing in his chest again. When he finally processed what had happened, he didn’t waste another moment as he pulled you back in for a kiss.

“I love you” he whispered, words muffled with his lips never leaving yours, “I love you, Y/N”

He repeated the words multiple times, telling you ‘I love you’ for every single time he couldn’t in the past and your eyes watered at the intensity of emotions soaring in your chest.

As he stood there kissing you, his mind went back to last winter and how he wondered how it would feel to be loved by you but now he didn’t have to wonder anymore. He knew how it felt to be loved by you and it felt like heaven.

Anyway, hopeless romantic Peter, my beloved🥰

[jaesqueso]

Double trouble (m)

Originally posted by @jaeshyuck

pairing: co-worker!johnny x fem!reader x co-worker!jaehyun

summary: johnny and jaehyun team up to rail you

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

word count: 1,159

warnings: swearing, fingering, oral sex (giving and receiving), unprotected sex (please protect yourselves though), threesome

a/n: I’ve been writing too much fluff recently and I just need to write something filthy and nasty so here you go! the first scene was inspired by this porn I saw and I just thought it was so hot... anyway, do give me some feedback please! ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

You don’t know exactly how you got to your bed, all your clothes off and two also naked man all over you. Johnny and Jaehyun are your coworkers and you’ve seen them checking you out around the office but never in a million years you’d expect to take them at the same time.

Right now Jaehyun is abusing your lips with his own and two fingers pumping in and out of your tight and already very wet hole, while Johnny is licking and lightly bitting one of your nipples as one of his hands furiously rubs your clit. You are moaning into Jaehyun’s mouth stroking a different dick with each of your hands.

“Damn baby, if we knew you’d be this wet for us we would have done this sooner.” Johnny says while moving to your other breast.

You accidentally bite Jaehyun’s lip as you feel your orgasm coming closer.

“Shit, someone’s feisty.” He pulls back from your mouth and looks at your desperate face. “Are you gonna cum for us princess?”

You can only nod as his fingers continuously poke your g-spot at an unbelievable speed.

“Fuck!” You moan loudly as you cum all over their hands. They both continue their movements for a while and then remove their fingers from you.

“She looks really pretty all sweaty and wet for us doesn’t she?” Johnny asked Jaehyun as both of them look down at your trembling body while you lazily stroke their members.

“She really does.” Jaehyun replies and then turns to you. “Can you handle another one princess?”

You don’t know what came over you but you nod with your eyes closed still taking in what you now agreed to be your first orgasm of the night. Jaehyun kneels between your legs and lowers his head to your throbbing core taking one finger and spreading your wetness all around. You roll your eyes as you’re still sensitive and lift your upper body supported on your elbows. Johnny takes the opportunity to kneel closer to your head turning your face to his hardness with his hand. You get the cue and lick his tip tasting his pre-cum that is leaking out. At the same time Jaehyun dives in to taste your juices.

“So fucking delicious.” He continues to lick your cunt as you take in Johnny’s length in your mouth. The oldest drops his head back grabbing your hair and helping you bob your head.

Jaehyun focus his tongue on your clit as his fingers find their way back inside you. You moan into Johnny’s dick as you feel your second orgasm building up.

“Your mouth feels so good baby.” You look up at him, eyes glistening in pleasure. “I wonder if your pussy will take me this well.”

The thought of having him inside you combined with Jaehyun’s fingers curling up has you cum for the second time, removing the cock in your mouth.

“Already?” Jaehyun lifts his head from between your legs. “Oh princess we’re not even half done with you.” You whimper at his words. He takes is fingers out of you and holds them in the other male’s direction. “Do you want a taste?”

Johnny happily sucks Jaehyun’s fingers tasting you. They both look at you with hungry eyes seeing your body all fucked up and sweaty in the middle of your bed and you feel a shiver down your spine.

“She does taste good.” Johnny takes the youngest’s fingers from is mouth and then slightly leans over you. “Are you on the pill?” You only nod unable to get a word out of your mouth. “Great, would you be a good girl and get on all fours for me?”

You nod again and get into the requested position. Jaehyun moves to sit down in front of you stroking his dick right in your face. Johnny positions himself behind you and massages your ass before giving it a spank. You lean forward from the impact and Jaehyun takes the opportunity to push his length past your lips. You start bobbing your head on him as you feel Johnny stroking his throbbing member between your folds before pushing the tip inside your hole.

“Damn baby you’re so fucking tight.” He moans as he keeps pushing himself in until his balls hit your clit. Jaehyun moans too as you send vibrations on his cock.

When you resume sucking his dick Johnny starts moving inside you holding your hips in place. You arch your back and he hits just the right spot making you dig your nails into Jaehyun’s tights. He moans but doesn’t protest.

“If you keep clenching around me I won’t be able to last long baby.” You hear Johnny half say half moan behind you. You didn’t even realised you were doing it but you’re unable to stop as you feel yet another orgasm building up inside you. How many times would you be able to cum before you pass out?

A few more strokes and he paints your walls with his own juices as he tightens his grip on your hips. He slowly removes his length from you watching as some of his cum drips out.

“My turn.” Jaehyun takes his dick off your mouth and rolls you over so that you’re laying on your back. He places himself on top of you and aligns his cock with your entrance. He penetrates you pushing Johnny’s juices back in. “Shit you were right, she’s so tight.”

The oldest smiles as he lays on his side next to you. He places a hand in your cheek turning your head to him to kiss you. You’re barely able to kiss him back as Jaehyun roughly pounds into you lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. Johnny then moves his mouth to your neck allowing you to moan as he massages one of your breasts.

“Can you give us one more?” Jaehyun asks you rubbing your clit with one of his hands. And that’s all it takes for you to cum for the third time tonight. “Fuck.” He whimpers as you clench around him making him orgasm too.

He removes himself from you watching your three juices combined oozing out. He then lays down on your other side, trying to catch his breath. Johnny takes his hands off you laying on his back. The three of you lay there naked and staring at the celling trying to understand if this really happened or if it was just a very real fantasy.

“Well that was fun.” Johnny is the first one to break the silence in the room and you all laugh at his remark.

“It might be too soon to say this but I think we should do this again sometime.” Jaehyun says and turns to you. “If you’re ok with it of course.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You finally speak and you all smile.

The office dynamic will definitely get interesting from now on.

[mrsnegan]

hey beautiful! loving all your writing! and was wondering if you’d do a request with the reader having Negan as her neighbor and he gets jealous when her guy friend comes over instead of him

[Hi there! So, so sorry it took me this long to write your request. But here it finally is, another smut fest, I just can't help myself. 😅]

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, jealousy, oral sex (f receiving), bodily fluids, squirting, aftercare

Moving into a new neighborhood always felt weird. Getting used to a new surrounding, meeting neighbors and hoping they would be kind of alright was a pain in your ass. You hated those situations. But meeting Negan, your neighbor of two years by now, was the most cool thing ever. He was a real sweetheart with a sailor's mouth, ready to help whenever there was a problem, ready to party whenever there was an invitation. Even if he was eye candy as well, a real flirt at times, you didn't consider him as an option, more as a friend, a life long partner in crime.

Negan, on the other hand and unbeknownst to you, did definitely have interest in more than harmless teasing. He liked you - a lot. Though he would never pressure you into anything, would never make a move without any signal from your side, because he cherished your friendship as much as you did and respected the hell out of you. Little did he know that a mysterious male guest of yours would shake up his whole resolution, unleashing something primal and urging inside of him.

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You stood in front of the oven, the lasagna smelling delicious and nearly ready to eat. Paul, your friend from work, would ring at any minute. He was a nice guy, helping you out with a big project. In return, you invited him for dinner to thank him for all the effort. This wasn't a date though, Paul was gay 100 percent, the coolest dude in your opinion. He dated an Italian barkeeper who was at work right now, so it would only be the two of you. Either way, you looked forward to a chatty evening with good food, lots of wine and laughter.

Your doorbell rang some moments later and you opened it with a bright smile.

"Hi Paul, come in!"

"Hi there! Thank you so much for the invitation, Y/N!" he beamed, handing you two bottles of wine.

The two of you entered your kitchen, preparing the rest of the dinner together. It was such a relaxing atmosphere, you had missed nights like this.

The lasagna tasted as delicious as it smelled and the first bottle of wine was empty much sooner than you thought. Paul and you talked about work, life, love and everything in between. You felt at ease, happy to the core. The second bottle was opened a few moments later and both of you decided to enjoy the nice weather in your little garden.

"Hey, who's this?" Paul asked, head pointing towards Negan's property. You could see him standing on his terrace, looking straight at the both of you.

"My neighbor and friend Negan", you answered and waved with a big smile. To your surprise, he just looked straight ahead, turning on his heels to get inside.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked perplexed.

"Uh, honey, sorry to break the news, but he seemed to be severely pissed about your male company."

"Huh? That's...why should he?"

Paul looked at me with his eyebrow raised, his glass of wine still in his hand.

"He's some nice piece of ass, at least from what I could make out. And honey, let me tell you, he's jealous because I'm enjoying your presence, not him. He's definitely hot for you."

You laughed loudly at his explanation, shaking your head in disbelief.

"No, he isn't. We're just friends."

"Y/N, for real, I know how a jealous man looks and he definitely wants you all to himself. I'd suggest you get your beautiful ass over there and get banged real good. Because jealous men are such a turn-on and won't keep their hands off of you."

Despite knowing Paul for a long time, you clasped your hand over your mouth.

"He's my friend..."

"So you keep saying. What's wrong about friends with benefits? You absolutely deserve a good time. And he looks like a real snack", he winked, drowning his wine and getting up.

"Besides, I need to get home, it's late. I will get myself an Uber. Don't you worry your pretty little head, just get over there for your dessert."

You said goodbye at your front door half an hour later. While you watched Paul drive away, your heart kept beating faster and faster. Your feet carried you to your kitchen where you drowned another glass of wine. Was it possible what Paul had said? Was Negan jealous? Deep within you there definitely was a spark you felt, a pull towards Negan. He was handsome and funny, that much was true, though before Paul's suggestion you hadn't seen Negan in this kind of light. And since it had been spoken out, you couldn't stop thinking about what his lips might taste on you, what he might feel pressed between your legs.

You gulped audibly, not believing your own thoughts. Blaming the wine for your inappropriate thoughts seemed too easy, but admitting you were attracted to your neighbor was too difficult too. Sighing, you pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, grabbed your keys and went to his front door. The wine gave you the much needed confidence to do so, but your heart hammered in your chest nonetheless. What if you would destroy your friendship with this stupid little action? What if Paul was wrong? But you had to take the risk or you wouldn't sleep at all at night, laying awake with the punishing thoughts of what if.

The door bell rang in your ear louder than you remembered. Your palms were sweaty, so you tried to anchor yourself on your cardigan, hugging yourself tightly.

When Negan opened the door, he looked pissed to say the least.

"Hey", you said timidly.

"Hey", he answered without the warmth in his voice you were used to.

"Can I come in?"

"Why would you want to? You do have company, don't you?"

With a dry mouth you shook your head. "He went home."

"Asshat", he mumbled and you raised a brow.

"Negan, we need to talk."

"About what? I think it's more than fucking clear. Have a good night", he said, motioning to close the door in front of you, but you pushed yourself against it.

"He's gay", you told him, letting him stop in his tracks.

"What?"

"Paul, my visitor. He's gay. He's one of my colleagues and a good friend. This was a thank you dinner because he helped me out at work", you explained even if you didn't have to.

Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, opening the door wider, so you could slip inside.

Both of you stood awkwardly in front of each other, just staring at your shoes.

"Look, Paul said you would be...jealous. Are you?"

You heard Negan huff before you risked a look into his face. He looked troubled, as if he calculated the pros and cons of his next words.

"Fucking shit, Y/N, yeah, I'm jealous. You satisfied now?"

"No", you answered truthfully, risking everything with your next move. You closed the distance between the both of you, getting on your tiptoes to press a fleeting kiss against his lips. You pulled back as fast as you had kissed him, adrenaline driving through your veins.

Negan's growl surprised you, he was on you in an instant, pressing you against his door, his lips colliding with yours. The heat radiating from your bodies made you feel dizzy, his hands held your face tightly while he devoured your mouth with passion. He deepened the kiss as his body pressed itself against you, grinding where you ached the most. Your hands grabbed his strong frame for support, the moan into his mouth made him stop, pulling away a bit to catch his breath and also look into your eyes.

"Damn, baby, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this."

The groan leaving your lips spurred him on, moving his center against your trembling body in a nice rhythm.

"Shit, I...I had no idea."

"You surely didn't. Such a sweet, innocent girl. You wanna continue?"

He stopped all at once, earning a desperate whine from you.

"Y-yes, please Negan."

That damn grin of his made your knees buckle. He was so hot and he clearly wanted you. Thanking Paul silently for speaking his mind and Negan for his jealousy, you made the next step by pushing his shirt up, revealing his lean stomach to your hungry eyes.

He just smirked down at you, helping you out by pulling his shirt over his head. You admired his tattoos for a while, tracing them lightly with your fingers. He caught your hands in his, kissing your fingertips before he let go to slip your cardigan over your shoulders before he open button after button of your silky blouse, revealing more and more skin as well as your bra.

"Hot damn", he mumbled when he had freed you from your blouse, starring blatantly at your cleavage.

"I wanna worship every part of that hot body before I fuck you senseless."

Moaning at the prospect of getting laid by Negan, your hands found a home on his chest again.

"You...you don't need to be...you know...gentle with me, at least not this time." You bit your lip at your own forwardness. This was definitely the wine speaking. Your panties were wet the minute he had attacked your mouth and edging was the last thing you needed right now.

"Oh baby, you're full of surprises. The next time, huh? You sure?" Negan played with one of your locks, scanning your face for any second thoughts.

"Yes", you whispered.

He was on you in an instant, his hands on your ass, pushing you against him before he lifted you off the ground to carry you to the living room.

He sat you down on his dining table where the cold wooden surface made you gasp.

"I would carry you into the bedroom...but I think that's something for the next time", he winked, pushing up your skirt and slipping off your shoes. "I need to have a taste right now."

He surprised you yet again by dropping to his knees. Your panties, soaked as they were, were gone in an instant and his impatient mouth closed around your center.

You jumped at the sudden pleasure, too much too soon. Your hands wandered into his hair, desperate to push him away and to keep him there at the same time. The moans leaving your lips sounded like they were coming from someone else. He ate you out with passion, the slurping sounds so foreign to your ears that you turned a light shade of red. But he seemed to enjoy himself, biting down gently on your clit.

"Whose pussy is this?" he asked against your wet flesh, his breath on your lower lips driving you insane. You couldn't form a sentence, earning a light slap against your inner thigh.

"I asked you a question, baby. Whose pussy is this?"

"Y-yours", you moaned, you answer accompanied by his fingers rubbing over your folds.

"Yeah, that's right, mine alone", he mused, closing his lips around your clit again while two of his fingers entered your slick channel. He fucked into you with precision, driving you to your breaking point in no time. You came against his mouth and around his fingers screaming his name.

"So beautiful. Better than I could have ever imagined", he mused, looking up at your face. "I could do that all night. But you didn't ask for gentle, did you?"

There were no words with which you could respond, your orgasm had made you feel like jelly, absolutely unable to do anything than breathe.

You heard Negan's belt come undone and the zipper of his jeans. With the little strength you had left, you lifted your head to look at him. The sight you were greeted with drove another moan out of your mouth. Negan stood in front of you, cock in hand, stroking it languidly while his gaze was fixed on your wet center.

"You like what you see?", he asked, smiling warmly with a hint of mischief in it.

"Yes", you whimpered.

He came nearer, pushing the head of his cock between your soaked pussy lips.

"Fuck...", you uttered, over-sensitive but so damn horny for him nonetheless, despite the earth-shattering orgasm he had gifted you with.

"Patience, baby. Gonna fuck you so good, don't you worry", he mused, concentrating his movements on your clit. You jerked under him, the pleasure rapidly building and as he rubbed himself harder against you, you came again.

"Shit, would you look at that? You like my cock that damn much, don't you?"

As hot as his dirty mouth was, you wanted to feel him, finally. So you pushed your arms up and around his head to pull him down for a longing kiss. Just as his tongue sloppily played with yours, he entered you in one swift motion, setting a fast pace from the beginning.

The moans and groans you shared echoed through his house, the wood underneath you creaked with every movement. This was precisely what you had asked for, a good, hard, passionate fuck, something primal to get rid of all the tension. He fucked you harder still, looking down at you with furrowed brows. His right hand pulled your bra down to bare your bouncing breasts to his heated gaze while you tried to anchor yourself underneath his punishing thrusts. You hadn't been fucked like this in a long, long time, nearly forgetting how much you liked to be taken, to be claimed. And Negan was just perfect at fulfilling your fantasies, his cock feeling incredible.

"Baby...", he purred when he watched you play with your nipples, throwing your head back in the process.

There was something building inside of you again, much stronger than before. Your moans got louder in the process.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't...", you chanted repeatedly, while Negan fucked you hard, his hand coming down between your legs to flick your clit roughly with his thumb. The walls came crashing down for you, your orgasm roared through your body, wave after wave of pure bliss, so much so that Negan had to pull out to make room for you to squirt all over his cock.

He practically roared at the sight in front of him, jerking himself off furiously and shooting his load against your sodden pussy.

Both of you panted heavily while coming down from such an exquisite high. After a while, Negan helped you out of your skirt and bra which were still dangling on your sweaty body and carried you upstairs to the shower. Underneath his big shower head, you pulled him against you, still with shaking legs, but happy, so damn happy.

"Thank you for being jealous", you said giggling against his strong frame.

"No worries, baby, I still am. You're mine now."

You laughed at his comment, even if you knew he was honest with his statement. The kiss that followed was sweet, a nice contrast to your rough coupling some minutes ago.

"But honestly, I would love to invite you for dinner, have a proper date if you would like to", Negan suggested, his hands drawing lazy circles on your back.

"I would absolutely love to", you answered, peppering his chest with light kisses.

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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @you-a-southpaw-doll

[shorkbrian]

Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?

(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))

Gently, I imagine.

If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.

They can take their time, be sweet and loving.

"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.

Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.

You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.

If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.

“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.

You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.

“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”

It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.

Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.

“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.

The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.

“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”

You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.

Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.

A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.

“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”

Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.

“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.

“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.

The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.

He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”

You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.

“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.

Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head. 

“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.

“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”

“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.

Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”

“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face. 

“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”

You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.

The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.

“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.

Aizawa doesn’t wait.

Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.

“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”

His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-

“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.

“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-

A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.

There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.

The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.

“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.

“I can’t, I can’t, please-” 

“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement. 

One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.

The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.

You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.

The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.

“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.

But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.

You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.

You feel dizzy.

“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”

Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.

“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.

“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”

Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”

You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.

There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.

He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing. 

“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”

“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.

“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”

The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....

You started bawling.

“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.

“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.

“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”

“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown. 

The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.

“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”

You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.

Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.

Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.

You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.

You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.

You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.

Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.

The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.

The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.

Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.

Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”

The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.

It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.

The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.

Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”

“Uhnh....” 

Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.

It was rare for the man to make such a noise.

“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.

“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.

When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.

“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”

“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.

“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.

You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?

No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.

A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.

But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.

Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.

You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.

Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.

[starlessea]

Sleepless Nights (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Prompt: “Well, I never thought we’d get here. But here we are.” By @witch-of-letters​

Summary: They say that your firstborn opens your eyes to the world; but Daryl looked at her like she was the world. 

Words: 1249

Warnings: So much fluff... and Dog somehow teleports into S5

"Well, I never thought we'd get here. But here we are." You whispered into the open air, watching as your husband held his child for the first time.

Despite the pain, despite all those sleepless nights where you'd cry to him that your feet were swollen, or that your belly got in the way, you wouldn't trade it for the world. Daryl cradled that world against his chest, completely enamoured. Her cries didn't faze him in the slightest, as he continued to rock her gently as though she were glass in his grasp.

He looked over at you, wide-eyed and speechless, and suddenly you wished for time to trickle along just a little slower. Your baby girl wailed so loudly, and you wondered how many people had their ears pressed up against the door, waiting to be allowed back in. Daryl had ushered them all out, not so gently, as soon as he knew you were okay. He'd said that you needed your rest - but in reality, you knew that he'd just wanted this moment to himself.

The man took careful steps towards where you lay, propped up on too many plumped pillows, staring at him trying to lull your daughter. He held her in one of his arms, and she looked so tiny tucked away there. With his free hand, he pushed your sweat-soaked hair from your forehead, leaning down to press a kiss against it and taste the salt on his lips.

You gave him an exhausted smile, fighting against the heaviness of your eyelids so that you could savour this image in your mind.

"Please remind me to never do that again." You chuckled quietly, as he took your hand in his.

Your fingers interlocked with each other, and he took a seat on the small stool near the bedside, letting you see your baby again.

"She's worth it." He mumbled, his expression proving just that.

Daryl stroked the back of his thumb gently over her cheek, noticing how his hand was bigger than her little face. She'd stopped crying at some point, and slept soundly against his chest, completely unaware of the parents who stared dotingly at her.

"Jus' look at 'er." The man said softly, almost like he was talking to himself. 

You were looking at her, but you were also looking at him. The way his eyes lit up, and a smile tugged at his cheeks like he was unable to hold it back - it all made you realise just how much you loved him. You felt sleep creep up further, but you held it back, preferring to stay awake over even dreaming. 

 Daryl glanced over at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and sweaty skin - and the way your eyelids fluttered closed every few seconds.

"Yer amazin'. The both of ya."

Your husband brought your hand to his lips, and placed a kiss over each of your knuckles. You giggled, trailing your fingers along his jaw and feeling the prickle of his beard.

There was a scratching at the door, and the two of you looked over just in time to see it fly open, and a familiar german shepherd bound into the room. Daryl stood up instantly, bringing your daughter closer to his chest and holding his other hand out to keep Dog at bay. Except, he didn't need to. He sat patiently at the foot of your bed, wagging his tail and sending lopsided looks in your direction.

You let out a genuine laugh this time, wincing at the soreness it brought with it. Daryl raised an eyebrow, looking over at the mutt whose tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"An' look." The man muttered, leaning down slightly to show off the baby in his arms. "Even Dog's excited to have a lil' sister."

You beamed a smile you didn't even know you had in you. With what little energy you had left, you peered over at the exchange, wishing to be closer so that you could be a part of it.

Denise came stumbling through the door not a minute later, looking rather flustered as she whipped her head around to look for the dog.

"Sorry!" She whispered, and shot you an apologetic look. 

You waved her off, and watched amused as she grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to the door. His paws slid across the marble, and he whimpered in fear of missing out. 

"Just outside." Denise reminded you, before closing the door and giving you your privacy. "Call me if you need me." She said, through the wall.

And suddenly, it was just the three of you again. You thought you'd never get used to saying that - three, instead of two.

"Daryl-" you whispered, and he was by your side in an instant. "Can I see her?"

The man wasted no time laying your daughter over your chest gently, and you supported her head under your arm.

"Ya don't have to ask, Sunshine." He mumbled, close to your ear. "She's yours."

Her cheek pressed against the bare skin of your neck, and you felt her lips tremble against you as she started to let out quiet whimpers. 

"Dear god, she's going to be such a daddy's girl."  You sighed, as her cries picked up again.

Daryl's eyes widened like he'd never even considered the fact.

"Ya think?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Dixon, I can already tell."

Everyone had come and gone within the hour, and you'd surprised yourself by managing to stay awake. They cooed over your daughter, and then cooed over you for doing so well. At this point, you could barely remember who you'd even spoken to. You could briefly recall Carol placing a damp rag over your forehead and getting you to drink some water, and Carl joking about how your baby could probably fit comfortably in his hat. 

After a while, however, they'd filtered out at the request of Denise, who saw the way your eyes drooped and head sunk back into the pillow when no one was looking. She'd put the baby down in her crib, coaxing Daryl by telling him he'd have to let her go at some point.

Once everyone had left, the two of you lay pressed together in that single bed. You'd had to plead with the man to get him to lie next to you - and even now he stayed perfectly still in fear of accidentally hurting you. You were just grateful for the warmth, and rested your cheek over his chest as he played with your hair. He watched you fight sleep and chuckled, pulling the sheets higher to cover your shoulders.

"She's so beautiful." He whispered into your hair, noticing you tiredly gazing in the direction of the crib.

You nodded against him, staying silent.

"I hoped it'd be a girl." He admitted, to your surprise.

You'd always thought he'd be more comfortable with a son, first. You could imagine Daryl teaching him to hunt, or fix up cars. It wasn't that your daughter wouldn't be able to do that, too - but you could already see how protective he'd be over her. 

"Really?" You mumbled. "And why's that?"

A small yawn escaped your lips as you asked him, and you kept your eyes closed as you listened to his heartbeat.

"'Cos I wanted 'er to look jus' like her mother."

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Scott Lang x Reader Chapter 13

This chapter follows directly on from chapter 12 I REALLY need to make a master list I know. Ended up way longer than I expected but I hope you enjoy! :)) and let me know if you want to be added to my tag list <3

Warnings: smut, age gap, swearing as fucking always

‘Oh fuck,’ his eyelids fluttered as he rode into you. You wanted to take his shirt off and take all of him in but the pleasure was keeping you lay down. Scott felt your walls tightening as you struggled to decide where to look and what to do with your hands. He seemed to sense the indecision because in a surprisingly wholesome twist, Scott’s hand found its way in your hair before caressing your cheek. All you could hear was both of your heavier breaths matching each other’s rhythms. You’d known before (and of course said before) that you loved Scott but having him look at you with such compassion in bed made you know for certain.

You both let the pause continue but Scott’s impatience was obvious, despite him trying to hide it for your sake. ‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ you finally said before smirking up at him. The atmosphere took an instant shift as the two of you fought with the fabric and felt it rip off of his chest. And oh fucking hell was the sight of Scott shirtless a treat. You knew he worked out, Tony had a gym everyone used for training, but you never knew he had actual ab muscles. Scott chuckled as he watched you stare at them in awe. Fuck fuck fuck. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

Scott’s finger below your chin guided your gaze back to his green eyes. There was no hesitation after that. As the two of you kissed with lust filled ferocity, you postured up and pushed down on Scott’s shoulders so you could sit in his lap. You tried to continue devouring each other’s taste but the sound that slipped from you as you sank down onto him was pornographic and distracting as hell. You rode him slowly because after such a long wait why not tease him? He could have made this happen ages ago. Selfish of him really.

‘Jesu-fuck Y/N,’ the poor man struggled to keep his head facing you and not back looking at the ceiling. ‘You feel amazing,’ you couldn’t help but beam at his praise. After spending so many nights touching yourself to the fantasy of riding him, having it happen in real life was overwhelming. His large hands gripped your waist while you continued your torment of slowly filling yourself up and down. You didn’t want this to just become another memory in the past that would never happen again. Scott’s firm hands digging into your waist brought you away from the nagging thoughts. ‘Fuck you’re so tight.’ He felt so good it was driving you insane. As he hit your g-spot dangerously slowly you let out a whine.

‘You..can go,’ he already sounded wrecked which made you smug as anything. ‘Faster than that Y/N.’ His eyes were closed but you were determined to keep yours open to look at his face. The obvious pleasure he was feeling. You decided to oblige him and speed up, never once did his cock grazing your g spot not send wonderful shivers down your spine. Your face felt hot- your whole body was on fire.

It was your turn to throw your head back. No one had made you feel as high as Scott, not even close. The man was fucking addictive.

All you could focus on was the full feeling you had in your stomach, Scott’s wrecked voice and his firm grip on your waist. Part of you wished they were around your neck. Maybe next time. ‘Scotttttt….’ you moaned. He fucking adored hearing you moan and hearing you say his name was going to send him over the edge. You wanted to see it. With desperate, yet shaky hands, you thought about crawling his back but it felt forced for a moment. Once again he sensed your minor uncertainty and handled it for you. ‘Come here,’ his voice was husky but breathless as he pulled you into a kiss while you rode him faster and faster.

Your walls were tightening and your toes began to curl on the bedsheets but you felt a sudden impulse to move so you pulled him on top of you. It broke the kiss but it meant on Scott’s next thrust you felt him even deeper and a prolonged moan left your open mouth as you came. Your eyes closed and your body jerked and writhed underneath Scott’s panting chest. He didn’t move for a moment, completely lost in witnessing you enjoy every second of your orgasm. It hit you in waves that felt endless for a moment before your entire body stopped its uncontrollable writhing that pushed Scott over the edge.

He came inside you and, for a moment, almost lost balance. You were so in shock from the huge mass of pleasure you’d just felt that your chest was rising and falling heavier than it did after a run. That orgasm had hit you like a brick. You struggled to sit up as you felt Scott, to your surprise, move down your body. How did he have any energy left? You were exhausted.

One more feeble attempt to sit up was not needed because Mr Scott Lang had decided to surprise you by inserting his fingers in your pussy and smugly licking your clit. Without the much needed warning. ‘Ah- too sensitive!’ You squealed, backing away from Scott on the bed to escape. He was definitely amused. ‘You okay over there?’ Wow. After the sounds he had made?! He was going to make you out to be overwhelmed? However his confident side made you wet and you were not one to complain after sex so:

‘I’m great.’ You smiled coyly and closed your legs as if you weren’t leaking his cum all over the bed and just there to talk. Scott smiled and made his way back over to you like a panther on some sort of sick hunt. ‘You’re trouble.’ He responded, almost judging but still humorous. When you didn’t respond you saw his face change to show some insecurity about his actions. ‘Are you already regrett-‘

‘I regret not getting you to slam me against a wall to be honest.’ You hugged your knees, your breath had returned to normal and you were grinning at Scott like a cat that had gotten its own way. Finally.

‘Well shit,’ he paused with his hand on his forehead and a raise of his eyebrows. ‘That can be arranged.’

Yes but not now, you thought, too tired for that. Must sleep. Must lie down.

The bed, despite being wet, was so inviting and Scott following your lead and wrapping his arms around your waist even more so. You felt safe next to him. At peace. You heard Scott’s breathing normalise but neither one of you spoke. There was no awkwardness like you’d feared and apart from the horrible intrusive thought ‘Am I better or worse than his ex wife’ you felt calm and… happy. Really happy. Tentatively, Scott’s hands found themselves stroking your hair. He ran his fingers through it gently and you smiled and closed your eyes. The smell of sex had filled the room but your arousal was somehow being overpowered by the calm. And there was one question you were curious about.

‘How long for you?’

You expected a brief silence or atleast a ‘Huh’ due to your vagueness but Scott just knew exactly what you’d meant.

‘Atleast a year,’ you quietly turned to face him so he knew he had your full attention. ‘But I really knew when you came to comfort me, on my anniversary.’ You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows and scoff. ‘You mean when I came to annoy you on the roof?’ Scott’s smirk grew into a full grin at you. ‘And why is that so surprising?’ To be quite honest you’d felt like an intrude that night and not much help to him at all but it was nice to know he felt differently. He looked so pretty lay opposite you, your hands found their way into his hair ruffling it even more. ‘I don’t know.’ You lied.

‘What about you?’ It was his turn to play with your hair again. Oh that was easy. Too easy. ‘First day I met you,’ it was growing harder to look Scott in the eye as you admitted it. ‘I kept thinking about y- I only ever asked you dumb questions as an excuse to talk to you until- well until we were friends.’ He was listening intently which you were not used to men doing. “Were?” Scott questioned knowingly, he waited for your response and you could practically see his ego growing by the second. Of course ‘were’.

‘Well would you call this friendship?’ You laughed, gesturing to the two of you in bed slightly sweaty from moments earlier. After a second too long for your liking passed your eyes widened at the sight of Scott’s hoodie on the floor. You’d forgot he’d brought it with him and it looked comfy as anything. ‘Hold on I’ve always wanted to do this,’ you grinned excitedly like a little kid and Scott watched you in amusement. Struggling for a moment, you pulled the black hoodie over your head (because your hair wasn’t messy enough already) and gestured proudly to your new (stolen) outfit. It smelt like him which just made you giddier.

‘You’ve never slept with a guy and stolen his hoodie before?’ Scott raised his eyebrows clearly not believing you or understanding the appeal. ‘They’ve been out the fucking door too fast.’ You shrugged trying not to let that harsh fact sink in. Oh well. You were feeling good now at least. Scott frowned but once again you couldn’t help but not wait for his reply- just in case it hurt you in some way and brought your high down. ‘Kinda hungry not gonna lie.’ You hadn’t even eaten yet but that wasn’t what you were really thinking about as you stood over Scott as he sat on the bed.

Slyly, he ran his calloused hands under his hoodie and up your torso making you gasp. He couldn’t help but grin at the strong reactions you had to his mild touches. Deciding to really tease you, Scott’s hand traveled down to your pussy so he could finger you but being overstimulated you whined and grabbed his wrist. The man just thought you sounded pretty. ‘Fuck- you’re dripping sweetheart.’ You grinned once again at his words and clenched your thighs together. ‘Who’s fault is that?’

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